Challenge Accepted (One Piece) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Threesome, Fucked Silly, Breeding

Summary: Based on this image. After No Nut November Ends, a Mysterious Group of Higher beings track down all of the Good Boys and Girls who didn't jack off and put them on the "Naughty" List. But this isn't just any Naughty List This is a Naughty List that gifts the recipient the right to share a night of passion with any fictional women he wants this Christmas. Needless to say the lucky young man in question asked for the two Best Girls of the Straw Hat Pirates: Nami and Robin. 

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Carlos could still hardly believe this was happening. When he’d undertaken the No Nut November challenge, it had been on a lark. Someone on one of the discords he hung out on had said he couldn’t possibly do it and he’d gone ahead and proved them wrong. Of course, the internet being what it was, there was no way for him to actually prove that he’d successfully completed the challenge.

Indeed, announcing his success on that very same discord had gotten nothing but exclamations of doubt and a small amount of ridicule. All friendly and playful in the end though, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to take it to heart anyways. That said, he HAD successfully completed the challenge. He’d finished No Nut November.

No spark of enlightenment had befallen him though. It wasn’t like he suddenly became a great Sage with all the answers of the universe. Not that he’d expected any of that to come true. He hadn’t expected anything, really.

Which was why it was so shocking… and hard to believe, when he’d been contacted a week into December. Apparently, because of his success, he was eligible for a one-time reward that was, quite literally, out of this world. Even though the contact had come through a glowing blue screen that had appeared in front of him, even though it had all seemed way too fantastical to be a hoax… Carlos still wasn’t sure he believed it.

And yet, here he was all the same on Christmas Eve, counting the moments down until midnight. If the messages he’d received and responded to were honest, then his reward would arrive right at twelve o’clock. Then he would know for sure. Since he lived alone and didn’t have any family to spend Christmas with anyways, Carlos was perfectly fine wasting his night just to find out if it was true or not.

Staring at the clock, watching it read 11:59 PM, Carlos finds himself holding his breath. And then all of a sudden, it reads 12:00 AM. Carlos’ entire world comes to a grinding halt… and then the second passes and nothing happens. Letting out an exhale, the young man’s shoulders begin to slump… and then a portal opens up right in front of him and deposits his ‘picks’ on the bed right before his eyes.

Carlos’ jaw drops open as he stares at the spectacular sight of Nico Robin and Nami from One Piece both laid out on his bed, dressed in sexy, slutty, Santa Costumes. From their red and white Santa hats, to their red and white bikinis, and their red and white shawls and skirts. They looked imminently fuckable, even as they both sat up on the bed and looked at him, their lips already curling into smiles.

“Hello, Carlos.”

“Were you waiting for us?”

Nodding numbly, Carlos can only stand there and watch as Robin and Nami crawl off of the bed, dropping to the floor in unison. Wiggling their hips, shaking them back and forth, they approach him until they can kneel before him and begin working open his pants together. They’re really not holding anything back, are they?

“We’re all yours, sir. The two of us belong to you now, so you can do whatever you want to us. I hope you’re ready for us to rock your world~”

Swallowing thickly, Carlos nods again, watching as they pull his cock out and both coo over his rapidly hardening length.

“Y-Yeah… twenty-four hours, right? That’s how long I get you for. Don’t worry… I fully intend to make the most of it.”

The two beautiful women… and they ARE beautiful, even though they’re no longer drawn in their anime proportions, but are now actual, real women in the flesh before him, exchange a glance at that. It’s unfortunate, but Carlos knows better than to cry about it. His reward for successfully completing No Nut November was really quite clear. The entirety of Christmas Day, he would get to fuck the two beautiful women in front of him.

But they weren’t real. That was made abundantly clear. These weren’t the actual, original Nico Robin and Nami. Not that Carlos wanted them to be. For them to be the originals would mean mind control or enslavement or something, and he didn’t want that. Instead, they were described as facsimiles. Basically robots, albeit completely organic. They weren’t actual living, breathing people, but rather his fantasy made manifest, his dreams turned into reality.

… For the purposes of a full day of having sex, it was the most perfect, guiltless, no strings attached reward that he could have asked for. And yet, it’s a little strange that they seem to be silently communicating with each other while kneeling in front of his erect cock. Carlos begins to frown and open his mouth to ask what’s wrong, when suddenly they turn back to him.

Without hesitating, Robin dives down his cock, taking him in her mouth and sucking him deep. At the same time, she uses her Devil Fruit Power to form extra hands along his body, using them to rub him down and fondle his balls and grip his ass as she gurgles and gags herself on his dick.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

It’s an impressive one woman show, and Carlos groans, his eyes crossing as it feels like she’s damn near sucking the soul out of his body. Meanwhile, Nami rises from her knees and presses herself into his side. She rubs her spectacular, gorgeous body against him and nibbles at his ear.

“… This doesn’t have to end with Christmas Day, Carlos.”

Like a bucket of ice water down his spine, Carlos freezes in place at those words. He gapes at her, completely shocked. What does she mean?! Luckily, Nami is more than ready to explain, a wicked grin on her face as Robin continues to throat his cock with reckless abandon.

“It’s true, we’re not really real just yet. We don’t have souls. But we do have minds. We have intelligence. And we have the memories of the originals. We also… have an awareness of what we are and what are our end is to be.”

Wait… seriously?! That wasn’t nearly as guiltless as Carlos thought. If not for Robin’s exquisite technique, along with the fact that Nami had started this explanation by claiming there was a way to save them, Carlos’ erection would have wilted right then and there. The whole point of this was that they were just supposed to be hyper-realistic sex dolls. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

“How… how do I save you?”

Nami’s grin widens until it can only be described as toothy, her pearly whites glinting back at him as she giggles.

“Simple, really. You just have to breed us both.”

That sends a jolt through Carlos, and his cock jumps in Robin’s throat at the idea. It’s not exactly something he’s particularly against, to say the least.

“… Breed you?”

Nami nods, the orange-haired navigator humming as she runs her hand down his chest, slipping past the extra hands from Robin that are moving under his shirt.

“We don’t have souls… but we do have fully anatomically correct bodies. Our wombs are in working order as well. So long as you’re virile enough, you should be able to plant the seed of life inside of us. If you manage to do that, the organization that sought to reward you with us will be forced to keep us alive at the end of the day. And if they let us last beyond our expiration dates, they’ll give us souls as well.”

Carlos’ mouth is dry as he takes all of this in. When Nami pulls away from him, stepping back and looking him in the eye, he feels like she’s staring into the depths of what makes him who he is.

“So, stud. Will you do it? Will you save us?”

Was that even a question? Carlos barely hesitates before a sensation of resolve washes over him. Determination fills every fiber of his being. And… he does something he never expected to do. Reaching out, he grabs Nico Robin by her hair rather roughly, and yanks her off of his cock before she can cum. As she gasps, both of the beautiful female pirates look up at him.

“… If we’re going to do this, we can’t be wasting any of my seed in your stomach.”

With that, feeling way more badass than he has any right to be with that line, Carlos tosses Robin onto the bed. He can’t really say where the sudden surge of strength comes from, save for probably adrenaline. But needless to say, he jumps on after her, the hands she’s manifested across his body to run along his flesh not hindering him in any way.

If anything, her sexy Santa Costume is what gets in the way, but Carlos rips his way through it, tearing the skirt off of her, pulling the panties away, and exposing her glistening pussy in mere seconds. Nico Robin lets out a low laugh and spreads her legs willingly for him, only to wantonly moan when he thrusts into her a moment later.

Soulless though she might be, she’s so far from a sex doll it’s not even funny. The responsiveness, the reactions, the flexing and clenching of her cunt along his cock… Carlos groans as he begins to fuck her as hard and as fast as he can.

“Fuuuck…”

Behind him, Nami climbs onto the bed as well and hugs him from behind, once more nibbling at his ear.

“That’s right, stud. Give it to her. Fuck Robin silly. Make her a mommy.”

That’s exactly what Carlos does. To be quite honest, he might have succeeded at breeding them both even without the forewarning from Nami. But there definitely would have been a lot more wasted loads as he used them in every way he could possibly imagine. He would have cum in their mouths, or on their faces, or all over their sexy bodies. He would have used them as portraits for his art, leaving ropey strings of his thick seed all over their bodies.

See, he actually still hadn’t cum, even after No Nut November was over. He just hadn’t bothered masturbating before the first messages showed up regarding his reward, and after… well, he’d been VERY motivated to save up all December long, just in case it was actually true. So yes, to say he was backed up would be an understatement.

As such, it’s not long before his churning ball sack gives up what he’s been holding back for not one but nearly two months now. With a hoarse groan, Carlos throws his head back and cums deep inside of Nico Robin, filling the copy of the beautiful archeologist to the brim with his seed… and then some. It’s probably the biggest orgasm he’s ever had if he’s being honest. And it’s definitely the most voluminous load he’s ever dropped inside of a woman.

He barely has time to enjoy it though, before Nami is yanking him out of Robin and pushing him onto his back. The orange-haired navigator is quick to mount him, her Santa skirt riding up to her hips and her red bikini bottoms yanked to the side. His cock slides into her slippery and wet folds with ease, and Carlos gasps as he stares up at her, his heart racing.

Her breasts draw his eye, bouncing and jiggling as they are, and he can’t help himself. Reaching up, he tears Nami’s bikini top away, letting her massive tits fly free. The beautiful woman moans at this, before yelping as he roughly grabs hold of her chest and yanks her breasts down to his mouth. She rides him hard and fast, while also wiggling in his grip, mewling from his attack on her tits, on her nipples.

He slobbers and slurps at them, biting and nibbling at her teats. He tugs on her nipples with his teeth, going absolutely wild on them. All the while, Nami bounces up and down his length like there’s no tomorrow. Which to be fair, for her and Robin there might not be if Carlos doesn’t come through. With that in mind, he moves his hands to Nami’s hips. He begins to match her bouncing with thrusts of his own from below. It’s imperative he cum as fast as possible. No taking it slow. No prolonging the experience for his own personal enjoyment.

Oh sure, he’s loving every second of this… but he can’t afford to worry about his pleasure, save for how it affects his releases. He growls around Nami’s breast, and a moment later cums deep inside of her, just like he did Robin.

But this is only the beginning. He’s creampied them both now, but who’s to say that will be enough? Who’s to say he’s actually managed to breed either of them. If he wants to make them his women… he’s going to have to do better than that. He can’t stop. Not now. Not for even a single moment.

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… Waking up, Carlos is sore like never before. He’s also parched as all hell. Coughing, his vision is bleary as he opens crusty eyes. Then, suddenly, a cup is placed at his lips and a beautifully crisp, clear liquid pours into his mouth and down his parched throat. As he drinks the water, his vision clears… and he looks up into Nami and Robin’s smiling faces as they gaze back down at him.

“It worked?”

They both nod.

“It’s the morning of the Twenty-Sixth, Carlos. Christmas Day is over… and we’re still here. You did it.”

His heart sings at those words. He did it. For a moment, Carlos feels absolutely amazing. Then, he blanches just a little bit.

“Uh… I’ll be honest, I don’t know how we’re going to fit the three of us into my little studio apartment, let alone us and two kids… or how we’re going to pay for everything.”

He didn’t regret it one bit. But post-nut clarity is a hell of a thing, and Carlos is rapidly realizing he doesn’t know what he’s going to do now that he’s suddenly started a family.

But Nami just laughs at that.

“Don’t worry, Carlos. Your world is very different from ours, and there’s plenty for both of us to learn… but c’mon. Robin and I? We’re pirates. We’ll make it work.”

Carlos flushes as he can almost see the dollar signs in Nami’s eyes, reminded suddenly of just how greedy the woman is by nature. Even after Arlong was taken care of, she was still quite the greedy bitch. It’s clear that this copy of Nami is the exact same way, and from the smug look on Robin’s face… she was more than confident of their ability to make some dough as well, be it legal or illegal.

Somehow, Carlos got the impression that his old life was definitely over and nothing would ever be the same. But as he stares up at the two women he’s impregnated after a long Christmas Day of fucking them both silly… he can’t bring himself to mind.

He wouldn’t change a single thing.