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“Cheers! Cheers to slumber parties!!” 

Her three companions all raised their glasses, tapping them together in a merry clink.

But Buggy did not lift her drink, and she was not merry. She should have been crawling into her big, soft bed, quite alone and relaxed. She’d worked extra hard that day, after all! It was exhausting, having to entertain so many adoring crew mates!!

Instead, she was sat around a short table, joined by Crocodile, and Mihawk, and worst of all: Shanks. 

Shanks!! 

Just who did she think she was, showing up out of nowhere, on enemy territory!? Of course, when Shanks had first shown herself to Buggy, she’d quickly retreated to Mihawk and Crocodile. After all, what was the point of having ridiculously overpowered subordinates if you didn’t utilize them!? Sure, they’d probably be annoyed and pester Buggy about it later, but those two could make Shanks leave. 

They should have made Shanks leave. 

Instead, the foul red-head had pulled out a case of expensive cigars, and a few bottles of pricey wine, and next thing Buggy knew she was stuck at a so-called ‘slumber party’, and the three of them were laughing and drinking like old friends. 

Those cheap, traitorous whores!!!! Cigars!? Wine!?! That was all the payment they needed to betray their beloved, hard-working, adorable chairwoman!?!?! 

Buggy sulked downward, not attempting to hide her pouting, but none of the other women bothered to acknowledge or comfort her. How horrible!!! Terrible!!! Cruel!!!! What had Buggy ever done to deserve such treatment?

Shanks stood up then, whipping her white button up off of her torso with a triumphant flare. “Alright! Now everyone strip to their underwear!” 

Buggy bristled, shifting off her butt to her knees and sending an accusatory hand to point in Shanks’ face. “W-why would we!!! Put your clothes back on, you flashy slut!!” 

Shanks cocked her hip, looking down at Buggy with a mock-innocence in her eyes. “Don’t be dense, Buggy. It’s a slumber party, so we all need to be in our underwear.”

“S-since when!!!” Buggy screeched, banging her other hand against the table. She wasn’t sure what had made her angrier, the fact that Shanks had somehow infiltrated their camp all by herself, or that she was now flaunting her perfectly toned, flat tummy without an ounce of shame. Regardless, she was fuming. “You’re not going to trick me into thinking that, Shanks!!” 

Shanks pouted, continuing to undress. Her pants slipped off her long legs, leaving her in only a red string bikini top and a worn looking pink thong. Some bright red pubic hair peaked from the fraying elastic bands, and Buggy felt a warmth flood her cheeks. 

“S-stop undressing this minute!!!” she ordered, standing up to stamp her foot against the floor. “You’re my guest, so you have to follow my rules, dammit!” 

“Buggy, you’re being unreasonable,” Shanks replied, hand on her hip and lips pursed. “Everyone knows it’s not a slumber party unless everyone strips to their undies. Right, Mihawk? Crocodile?” 

Buggy’s business partners, who up until that moment seemed happy to ignore the argument entirely, shared a slow, deliberate look. If they were communicating, Buggy wasn’t sure how, because Mihawk’s angular features were as expressionless as ever. Then Crocodile shrugged her shoulders, smirking around her cigar. 

“Sure, why not.” 

“What do you mean, why not!?!” Buggy yelled, returning her hand to comb it frustratedly through her long, blue hair. “It’s either true or it’s not!!” 

“It’s true.” Mihawk said suddenly, and she punctuated the words by standing up herself and starting to unbutton her ruffled dress shirt. Buggy swallowed hard, a nervous feeling sparkling in her stomach. 

Shit. 

Was that actually true? 

How was she supposed to know? She’d never been to a slumber party before! She hung out with mostly men until recently, when Mihawk and Crocodile entered her life. Of course she’d slept over with Shanks as kids many times, but that didn’t really count, as they lived together on the same ship. So this was her first slumber party, and if Mihawk said it was true … 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Mihawk’s bra. It was a dark maroon color, with gold trim that matched the cross necklace she wore. Her breasts were pretty small, so the cups gaped a good bit off of her skin, and Buggy felt the sudden urge to stick her hand inside the hole. 

Oh god. She’d spent a lot of time just being annoyed at the thought of Shanks getting undressed on her own, that she hadn’t considered the full implications of the situation. She’d seen Shanks naked a million times, so while it was annoying as hell, it wasn’t anything shocking. 

But Buggy had never seen Mihawk or Crocodile in their underwear, not even a bathing suit. And they were already so beautiful, so tempting, even fully clothed. How was she going to survive seeing them both in their underwear!? She wasn’t ready! She wasn’t ready, not at all!! 

But she didn’t have any time to prepare herself, because Crocodile stood then too and started undressing. Buggy flicked her eyes between the two women, dangerously eager. 

Mihawk’s underwear matched her bra, and was perfectly fitted to her slender, muscular shape. The color was magnificent against her pale, creamy skin, and Buggy noticed she’d also painted her toenails a similar red color. 

Fuuuuck! 

Crocodile, meanwhile, was in all black. Her bra and thong looked expensive and smooth, without any embellishment but expertly crafted. Her breasts looked incredible, cradled together with a low scooping front, so that the line of her cleavage was long and enticing. They were huge- but Buggy’s were nothing to snuff at, either! Actually, if you considered the stark difference in their heights, hers were probably just as big if not bigger than Crocodile’s in proportion! 

Since Shanks was a medium size, that left Buggy the winner, basically! Yeah! She wasn’t going to lose in boob size!!! Take that, girls!! 

“Waiting on you!” Shanks cooed, squatting back down to the table and resting her face in her hand. There was a challenging sparkle in her  dark eyes. And then Buggy noticed Crocodile was also looking down at her, and so was Mihawk for that matter, and then she audibly yelped. 

Oh no!! 

She really, really hadn’t thought this through! She got so caught up in seeing the others in their underwear, she forgot that meant she’d had to do the same. Oh jeez. Oh good gracious. 

No way! No way she was going to strip! In front of these insanely fit, strong, beautiful women!?! When she was already feeling nervous and worked up!?! 

No. No. 

Mihawk glared at her, the glow of her yellow eyes almost tangible on Buggy’s skin. 

“Hurry up, clown.” 

“Y-yes ma’am !!!” Buggy choked, scrambling to pull off her scarf and top. What was she supposed to do!? Disobey her!!!!!?? Who would have the nerve!? 

Buggy just had to deal with it, for a short while until Shanks would get bored and leave. Shouldn’t take long. It’d be ok. It’d be ok. As she undressed, she twisted her body, trying to hide the soft folds of her stomach as best she could. But she’d work an unfortunately tight pair of underwear that day, bright orange and green stripes, and her fat pooled over the elastic slightly. She felt particularly aware of her thighs, as they smushed against each other in full view now that her pants were removed. Her bra was yellow and pink, with childish looking bows decorating it, and she cursed herself for not choosing something sexier for once. 

When she was done, she quickly sat back down, averting her gaze. Buggy hated it, but she couldn’t stop the flush from spreading all over her face and neck as she imagined her three companions looking at her. “Th-there. Now it’s a slumber party. Happy?” 

“Very happy!” Shanks mused with a lopsided grin. Crocodile and Mihawk sat then too, and Buggy jerked a bit when the former leaned forward to force eye contact. 

“Buggy,” Crocodile smirked. “Your body is quite undisciplined.” 

“Sh-sh-sh-shut up!!!!” Buggy snapped, hugging her arms over her belly. “If you don’t like it, don't look!” 

“I didn’t say that,” the dark-headed woman replied, then reached a hand over to brush some hair behind Buggy’s ear. “Stupid.” 

Buggy’s heart skipped several beats, blood rushing to the ear that had been touched. She opened her mouth to say something, though exactly what she wasn’t sure, when Shanks interrupted. 

“Buggy’s insecure about her body,” she laughed, sidling up to Crocodile. “Even though her tummy is so cute and her boobs are so big! Don’t tease her too much!” 

“You’re the one teasing me, bitch!” Buggy hissed, picking up an empty can of beer and tossing it at the red-head. Mihawk reached over and caught it before it made contact, eyeing Buggy from the side. 

“Now, now. Don’t go assaulting the cripple.” 

“Hey!” Shanks whined, hooking her arm under Crocodile’s. “That’s offensive to both of us!” 

“Speak for yourself,” Crocodile smiled, blowing out a puff of smoke and roughly shoving Shanks off of her. “I like being spoiled by Mihawk, even if it’s just out of pity.” 

“Boo,” Shanks sighed, crawling to the other side instead to hug onto Mihawk. “Your girlfriend won’t play along!!” 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Mihawk replied smoothly, raising a glass of wine to her red lips. “And neither are you, so get off.” 

Shanks sank to the floor, forehead resting in defeat on the tabletop. Then she peeked up, eyes locked on Buggy, who had been chewing her lip as she watched the scene unfold. 

“No,” Buggy stated, eyes narrowed. “Don’t come over here. I’m not gonna be your hug pillow, either!! Get lost!!” 

“Ohhhh, come on! It’s a slumber party! We need some skinship!!” Shanks banged on the table, her voice thick with melodrama. “Skinship, I tell you!!” 

“Drop it,” Crocodile sighed, leaning back onto her arms with an annoyed face. 

“Leave if you’re going to be loud,” Mihawk followed up, shifting her body further away. 

Yes. This was more like it! These were her subordinates! Her friends!! Buggy smiled ear to ear, impossibly smug. “Yeah! Eat shit, Shanks!” 

The red-headed woman sat straight up then, eyes lighting up and all previous melancholy disappearing from her features. Her hand touched her cheek as she spoke excitedly. “Oh! I know then! Let’s play spin-the-bottle!!” 

Buggy leaned onto the table, scowling. “Seriously? Are you twelve!?” 

“It's another slumber party must!” Shanks replied, matter-of-fact. She grabbed an empty bottle of wine, lying it on the center of the table. “Everyone spins once, and kisses who it lands on. It's classic! We simply have to do it!” 

“There’s no way in hell we’re doing something so childish!” Buggy retorted, sending a hand to flick Shanks’ forehead. “Isn’t that right, ladies!?” 

Mihawk and Crocodile shared another long, heavy look. Buggy would have given anything to be privy to whatever mind signals they were exchanging, but the best she could do was look between the two and wait for a response. 

They weren’t going to go along with this, right? 

No way. 

Right? 

“I’m not opposed,” Mihawk finally responded, slow and deliberate. Crocodile nodded her head then, looking amused. 

“Fine with me, then.” 

“Yipee! Then we have an accord!” Shanks cheered, clapping her hand against her shoulder. 

“An accord my ass!!” Buggy wailed, suddenly overwhelmed. She grabbed onto Mihawk’s shoulder, shaking her slightly. “Are you really okay with this!? Something like, like .. k-k-k-issing each other!?”

“What?” Mihawk asked, tone dark. She shot an icy glare into Buggy’s blue eyes. “Are you implying that kissing me would be unpleasant?” 

Buggy shrunk and stammered, tears welling in her eyes at the sheer force of Mihawk’s presence. It was terrifying, the prospect of angering such a powerful woman!! “Wha-wah… no! No! Of course not! It’d be wonderful, Hawky, babe! I’d never-” 

“Then let’s play,” Mihawk replied, using one hand to brush Buggy off of her. Oh god. That backfired. She turned her pleading eyes to Crocodile, but the taller woman just grinned back, evil and entertained. 

What was with these mad women!!? Shanks, Buggy understood. She was born a dirty little perverted lesbian freak. Buggy had been putting up with her for decades. But Mihawk? Crocodile? She was already feeling so hazy and warm, just at the sight of their nearly naked bodies. What if she had to kiss them? Oh god. What if she got to kiss them . 

Buggy sat in a formal position, head bowed. One last shot. She spoke nervously, and uncharacteristically quiet. 

“Pardon me, but I am feeling quite tired. I would like to excuse myself from this activity. Please accept my deepest apologies.” 

Shanks stood up then, sauntering over to Buggy’s side of the table and squatting next to her. Her good arm draped over Buggy’s shoulders and she bent her grinning face far too close. 

“Apology denied!” she sang, in an off-tune melody. Then she sat fully, placing the bottle on the center of the table. “I’ll go first!” 

It was spinning before Buggy could do anything else, and she felt her pulse circulating at a dangerous speed through her body. She was supposed to be asleep, cuddled in her bed, alone. She’d worked really hard today! Really hard! 

How had it come to this madness!?

But this was a game of chance, right? The bottle didn’t have to land on Buggy. That meant she could get out of this with only ONE kiss, and it very well might be with Shanks, who she’d kissed plenty of times before (albeit begrudgingly). And if there was one thing she’d had on her side lately, it was luck! 

That’s right! She was Buggy, the Genius Jester! The Thousand Piece Clown! She’d risen all the way up to Emperor Status! There was no way this game wouldn’t favor her, when the rest of fate did! Ha! 

Ha! Ha ha ha!

The bottle came to a stop, pointed directly at her. 

Ha! 

Ha!

“Huhhh!??!” Buggy screeched, scooting back a bit. “What the hell, you rigged it, didn’t you, Shanks? It’s rigged!”

Shanks crawled closer, smiling. “How would I rig an impromptu game of spin-the-bottle, hmm? Besides, it's a good thing to get landed on!” 

“No it’s not!,” Buggy argued, pushing her hands against Shanks’ imposing shoulders. “Not when it's you spinning!” 

“Hey,” Crocodile said loudly, in her deep, sultry voice. “Shut up and play, clown.” 

Mihawk shook her head, smiling ever so slightly as she sipped her wine. “You’re always such a coward.” 

“I’m not a coward!!” Buggy seethed, separating her top half and floating a bit into the air. But when she did, she remembered she was nearly naked, and her stomach felt cold and exposed, and all three women were looking at her with intent, mocking eyes-

Buggy snapped back together with a huff, grabbed each side of Shanks’ stupid face, and smashed their lips together in a rough, hard kiss. Shanks leaned into it immediately, her hand petting against the side of Buggy’s face, crawling even closer and attempting to sneak her tongue between Buggy’s lips. Buggy made a loud, unhappy noise and pushed her away, face bright red. Then she snapped back to the other two. 

“There. Happy?” 

“Not quite applause worthy,” Crocodile teased, tapping her hook on the table. “I could do better.” 

“Oh yeah?” Buggy squinted, her voice tight. “Then it's your turn!” 

Crocodile frowned momentarily, but then moved into action. Her good hand twisted the bottle, then released it into a fast moving spin. Shanks giggled, still stuck onto Buggy’s skin, her head resting on her shoulder. Buggy was too concentrated on the bottle to bother shrugging her off.

She needed to manifest her luck. Though certainly it wouldn’t for a second time- 

The bottle stopped, pointed right at her. Buggy shrieked. 

“There’s no way! There’s no way!” she whined, grabbing onto Shanks again and peering into her goofy looking grin with a serious expression. “It’s rigged, isn’t it? Isn’t it!?” 

“It’s not rigged, I’m telling you,” Shanks insisted, eyes shining with thinly veiled delight. “You’re just that lucky!” 

“L-lucky!?” 

“Yes, lucky,” came Crocodile’s voice, and in the meantime she’d crawled over behind them. Buggy nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, turning around and realizing their faces were impossibly close, and Crocodile was looking focused and cruel and sexy . “You’re very lucky, clown.” 

Before Buggy could even manage another thought, the taller woman clutched her body and brought her into a deep, sexual kiss. Their breasts pressed together, cleavage blooming into cleavage, and she tasted like smoke and liquor and it was all so, so wonderful . Buggy let her hands clutch onto Crocodile’s arms, feeling their toned muscles, and this time she didn’t fight the tongue that was beckoning at her lips, but instead let them slip past and enter her. It was thick and hot and greedy, swirling inside her mouth and making Buggy buckle and moan.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh god. 

When Crocodile finally pulled back, a trail of spit connected their mouths, and she smirked and sucked it up before licking her lips. “So? Feeling lucky?” 

Buggy nodded her head dreamily, unable to stop herself. Her face must have been a mess, flushed and teary. She thought her heart might burst from her chest. Shanks, who had pressed up against her back, leaned her head into Buggy’s shoulder. 

“Shit,” she whispered, sounding more serious than usual. “I feel lucky just witnessing it.” 

A loud clink drew all three women’s attention back to Mihawk. The brunette swiped a manicured hand through her perfectly styled hair, picking up the bottle. 

“I’m feeling a bit left out. So I’ll go next.”

“Mmm,” Shanks grinned. “We can’t have that. Go! Go!”

The bottle spun. Buggy watched it, weary and nervous. But it couldn’t land on her again. No way. Three times in a row? Impossible. 

Impossible. 

The bottle slowed to a stop. Mihawk shot Buggy a rare, pleased grin. 

“The clown again, it seems,” she said, something twinkling in her dangerous eyes. “Come here, Buggy.” 

Oh god. Was this luck? Was this actually luck!? Or was it some strange type of torture, making her heart suffer? Filling her with lewd memories she’d never get to see through? Destined to lay in her bed, alone, touching herself and thinking about this one crazy night where she got to kiss some of the most beautiful women in the entire world? 

Well! There was nothing to be done, was there! 

Shanks and Crocodile made way for Buggy to move toward the swordswoman. She sat on her knees, politely, in front of her, gaze averted and hands trembling. 

“O-ok! I’m here!” 

Mihawk ran both hands through her hair, hovering her face merely inches away, forcing eye contact. Her lips looked so red, and her face was so delicate and pretty, and she smelled like warm spices … Buggy moaned weakly before their lips even touched, and it bubbled into a loud sound when Mihawk licked across her mouth and then sank in deep. 

This third kiss was more romantic than the others. There was something slow and controlled about it, that was driving Buggy absolutely wild. Mihawk moved her along, so their faces angled and dipped together in sync, and their tongues touched so gently, so wetly, it sent shivers down Buggy’s spine. She finished it with a sweet peck on the tip of Buggy’s round, red nose. 

“Your turn.” 

Buggy felt out of her mind. She was getting really turned on, alarmingly so. Her whole body felt sensitive, and everyone was in their underwear and beautiful and looking at her, and even Shanks, that stupid whore!! Even Shanks looked sexy and welcoming, and Buggy wanted to touch and kiss all of them so much more. But this was just a flashy game. A game at her expense, no doubt!!! She couldn’t get pulled away in it, couldn’t reveal her cards, couldn’t embarrass herself. 

One more round. One more kiss, then she could escape it, regain herself. Try to forget. Try to never, ever forget . 

She reached for the bottle on all fours, keenly aware that all eyes were squarely fixed on her. She didn’t even have the faculties to feel ashamed of her stomach, as it hung beneath her. The glass was cold and menacing in her hand, and a weird sense of danger was beginning to creep into her. But she spun it nonetheless. 

One more kiss. Just one more.

It slowed, making agonizing circles until it finally stopped … on Buggy, once again. She blinked, then smiled wickedly. 

“Ha!” Buggy shouted, suddenly loud again, then kissed the back of her own hand with a loud smack. “There we go! A kiss for me! Now it's game over!!!” 

Shanks laid her body suggestively across the table, something mischievous on her face. “Buugggyyyy, you know that’s not how that works.” 

“W-what do you mean!” Buggy stammered, prickles of dread dancing down her spine. “I’m not spinning it again, you ass!” 

“If the bottle lands on yourself,” she continued, breasts looking plump and tanned against the surface of the table. “Then you have to kiss everyone else, at once.” 

“What!?” Buggy squealed, standing up once again and taking a defensive pose. “I’ve never heard of that! You made it up!”

Shanks rolled onto her back, and Buggy realized suddenly she was actually quite drunk. “Buggy, I clearly stated all the rules. It's not my fault if you didn’t listen.” 

“I listened to your stupid rules!!” Buggy yelled, curling fingers into her hair. “That never came up!! It didn’t come up, did it, Mihawk!? Crocodile!!??” 

For the third time that night, her two business partners exchanged a knowing glance. In the silence, Buggy started to panic. This hadn’t gone well for her the first two times, either. But they’d agree with her now, at least. Because Shanks truly hadn’t said that. Shanks was making up rules! And she couldn’t get away with it! They wouldn’t let her-

“I heard her say it, Buggy,” Crocodile smirked, with an expression that clearly revealed she was purposefully lying. Mihawk nodded. 

“Me too.” 

These!! Rotten!! Bitches!! 

Fiends!! Terrors!! Dirty, hateful liars!! Absolutely dreadful, beautiful, irresistible, maddening, frightening, desirable women!!!!!!!!! 

Buggy straightened her back, defiantly lifting her nose in the air. She sucked in a long breath, then rapidly rushed through the room with just her head, pecking each girl on the lips. Then she reattached it, and flung her long hair over her shoulder. 

“There. Now we’re done.” 

Crocodile tutted her lips, standing to her intimidating full height. “That’s no good, clown.” 

“You’re terrible at following the rules, aren’t you,” Mihawk followed up, also standing and moving closer. Buggy gulped, and looked at Shanks with a bit of desperation. 

‘Back me up, old friend! Just this once, for goodness sake!,’ she attempted to communicate with her eyes, but clearly she and Shanks didn’t have the psychic connection that bonded Crocodile with Mihawk. Instead of listening, the red-head also stood up, lazily leaning onto Mihawk in her drunken haze. 

“You have to kiss all of us,” Shanks cooed. “ At once.” 

Buggy’s knees felt weak. What did that even mean!? How was that even possible!? She only had one pair of lips!! One pair!! 

Shanks closed the distance suddenly, and this time was quite forceful about prying Buggy’s mouth open. Buggy let out a surprised gasp into the other woman’s mouth, and another when she felt Mihawk’s smooth lips press up into her neck, and then a full squeal when Crocodile nibbled on her opposite ear. 

Oh. That’s what it meant. 

That’s what it meant. 

She was going to lose her mind. They were really, truly, all three kissing her, licking her, trading her mouth back and forth between them like a slutty doll. And their hands were getting adventurous too, trailing insanely close to the outlines of her underwear, pressing fingers into her soft pockets of fat, grabbing handfuls of her thighs and hair. Buggy made many noises, helpless to quiet herself, exchanging steamy air with all three women. Her eyes flicked around, momentarily making devastating eye contact with each of her companions, and each time it sent hot shocks of pleasure into her belly. 

Fuck. She was getting wet!! She was getting really wet!! Mihawk sucked on her tongue, Shanks kissed her neck, Crocodile licked up a tear from her cheek- this was too much! Way too much for a game! She could feel it really building, her inner muscles tensing, only to loosen with arousal, allowing more liquid to swell and threaten to leak from her folds. 

Oh god! She was gonna leak!! She was gonna leak right into her panties, and what if they noticed? What if they- 

Crocodile bit her lip, hard, and Mihawk trailed her warm mouth across her clavicle, and Shanks whispered, “You’re so cute, Buggy …” into her ear. A liquid hot wetness pooled between Buggy’s legs, and she shook and clutched onto the women pleasuring her, tears flowing from her eyes. And then a hand, whose she wasn’t sure, traced up her inner thigh, so dangerously close …

Buggy shoved them off, chopping as needed until she could reform a safe distance away. She grabbed a blanket from a nearby couch, wrapping it around herself defensively.

“Done! Now it's done for real!” Buggy announced, attempting to sound authoritative through the shake in her voice. “The three of you can enjoy your stupid slumber party!! I’m tired of it!! I’m going to sleep, in my own bed !!” 

Without daring to look at the three women, she rushed from the room, slamming the door behind her and flying down the hallway. Her heart was pumping nearly as fast as her feet against the stone floor. 

She bit her lip. Hopefully, they wouldn’t follow her. 

Or, hopefully, they would.  

“What do you think?” Shanks asked, nuzzling into Mihawk’s shoulder. “Should we push our luck?” 

“I hate to admit it,” Mihawk sighed, gently moving Shanks’ face off of her in favor of leaning into Crocodile’s waiting arms. “But I’m inclined to follow Shanks’ lead, at least for a bit longer.” 

Crocodile kissed the top of the swordswoman's head, tone wicked. “I’ll eat whatever you eat, Mihawk.” 

“I have to leave in the morning,” Shanks murmured, sounding a little wistful. “Let’s give her ten minutes, then strike. If we’re lucky, we’ll catch her mid-wank!” 

“Sheesh,” Crocodile mused. “No wonder Buggy’s so weak to teasing. She grew up with quite the bully.” 

“I’d feel bad for her,” Mihawk whispered, “If she wasn’t so goddamn cocky … and cute.” 

Shanks feigned shock, but her sly smile gave her away. “It’s just some good ol’ female bonding, ladies! That’s what slumber parties are for, right?”