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dethoratsPrompt: How about......ChoppermanxRobiflowan? That was seriously canonish XD
Rating: R
Pairing: Chopper-Man/Robiflowan (w/Namifia) aka NaChoRo
Word Count: 963
A/N: Furry. If you don't like Chopper in relationships, don't read.
Namifia settled her earpieces more comfortably on her head and verified for the third time that the mouthpiece was off and disconnected. Secure in the knowledge that she could not be mistakenly overheard, the young woman curled up on the plush cushions of her expensive custom office chair and then flicked on the comlink switch. A crackle of air, the sound of her boss flying across the Grand City skyline, filled her ears, familiar and comforting. Chopperman NEVER went out without his comlink, not after Namifia had gone to particular trouble and expense to drill its necessity into his head. And this fact made it quite easy for his underling to keep track of him without his knowledge, something Namifia had begun to do with some regularity once she had discovered his ‘meetings.’
The usual roaring diminished and then stopped as Chopperman slowed his flight and finally pulled up. Namifia could make out the faint sounds of water falling in the background and the sleepy chirps of birds. Without even checking her tracking radar, she could tell the little superhero was in Red Line Park. It made perfect sense for him to have made arrangements to meet there. His contact would enjoy the tranquil, lush environment and it was certainly very private at this time of night. Namifia reached back behind herself to pull down the zipper on her skirt. She rearranged herself on the chair, getting more comfortable, and then she waited. She could hear her boss breathing softly and walking around, a few leaves and a twig crunching beneath his hooves. He was impatient and so was she but the one they were waiting for was always punctual. Even as Namifia’s watch beeped and she could barely make out the distant chiming of the Enies Bank’s clock tower over the headset, a warm mellifluous voice spoke.
“Good evening, Chopperman.”
“R-Robiflowan!”
Chopperman’s high voice squeaked a little in excitement and Namifia could clearly picture his fur ruffling up and then slowly flattening back to normal. Her boss still sounded so pleased and surprised, as if he hadn’t expected her to show, even though his clandestine meetings with the villainess had been occurring for some time.
“It’s good to see you again.”
Eyes closed, Namifia imagined the smile that would be on Robiflowan’s voice, something as gentle and beautiful as the one in her tone. Their enemy was lovely, enigmatic, and clever and Chopperman was quite smitten by her. It was lucky that she was equally taken with him for otherwise Usobadaban would no doubt have discovered the crush and used it to hurt his archenemy.
“Y-you too.”
Chopperman stammered a bit, voice going slightly deeper as he shifted to his larger form. Soft, wet sounds followed, quiet moans and whispered endearments that were too low for Namifia to understand. The assistant’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt and edged under the top of her panties. Her fingertip stirred through the crisp, neat tangerine hair that covered her pubis, dipped lower to feel the moisture beginning to gather on her folds.
The unusual tinkle of small silver bells came across the comlink, the sign that Robiflowan was using her strange power to sprout more petal-limbs. Namifia could hear Chopperman groan, a low dark sound that heated her belly. Sex was interesting, experienced just by sound, but Namifia had a good imagination and her own extensive knowledge of the superhero’s body. She could tell by his whimpers when Robiflowan pinched his nipples and by his stuttered breath when she reached down to cup his testicles. The villainess was largely quiet but she did speak once.
“Leave it on,” she murmured in her sultry voice. “I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”
Namifia, lower lip bitten between her teeth and her finger pressing and swirling anxiously over her clitoris, couldn’t help but moan. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear that Robiflowan had been talking directly to her. That was hot, as was the gasping cry the villainess gave as she climaxed, the sound enough to push Namifia over the edge as well. Chopperman grunted moments later and for a bit all Namifia could hear was heavy breathing, hers and those she spied on, as they calmed down and collected themselves.
Later, as she let post-orgasmic lethargy drift over her, she listened as Robiflowan and Chopperman made plans to meet again.
“Next time we meet, I’ll stay for good,” Robiflowan promised. “But I don’t think I can convince Sanjilops or Zorogiri to leave with me. They’re very loyal to your enemy.”
“That’s okay, Robiflowan. As long as I have you safely away from him.” Chopperman sounded bright and pleased and Namifia made a mental note to tell him to be tougher on his enemies. Robiflowan had at least better bring some of the mad scientist’s crazy plans and inventions with her. “You and Luffy-Bomber will be together again and I’m sure you and Namifia will be great friends.”
Namifia smirked as she listened to Robiflowan’s gentle agreement. ‘Friends’ indeed. If she had been hearing things properly, she would get to have the flower woman to herself from time to time. And with Robiflowan to take care of Chopperman, it would be much easier for the assistant to do her job and take care of Luffy-Bomber as well. All things considered, Robiflowan coming to the side of good would be a wonderful thing for everyone but Usobadaban and his crew. Namifia smiled, pleased with herself and the night’s work, and turned off the comlink. She set down the earpiece, making sure to reconnect it to the mouthpiece so her boss wouldn’t be suspicious, and went down to check on Luffy-Bomber. Back in Red Line Park, Chopperman and Robiflowan shared a final, private kiss.
Rating: R
Pairing: Chopper-Man/Robiflowan (w/Namifia) aka NaChoRo
Word Count: 963
A/N: Furry. If you don't like Chopper in relationships, don't read.
Namifia settled her earpieces more comfortably on her head and verified for the third time that the mouthpiece was off and disconnected. Secure in the knowledge that she could not be mistakenly overheard, the young woman curled up on the plush cushions of her expensive custom office chair and then flicked on the comlink switch. A crackle of air, the sound of her boss flying across the Grand City skyline, filled her ears, familiar and comforting. Chopperman NEVER went out without his comlink, not after Namifia had gone to particular trouble and expense to drill its necessity into his head. And this fact made it quite easy for his underling to keep track of him without his knowledge, something Namifia had begun to do with some regularity once she had discovered his ‘meetings.’
The usual roaring diminished and then stopped as Chopperman slowed his flight and finally pulled up. Namifia could make out the faint sounds of water falling in the background and the sleepy chirps of birds. Without even checking her tracking radar, she could tell the little superhero was in Red Line Park. It made perfect sense for him to have made arrangements to meet there. His contact would enjoy the tranquil, lush environment and it was certainly very private at this time of night. Namifia reached back behind herself to pull down the zipper on her skirt. She rearranged herself on the chair, getting more comfortable, and then she waited. She could hear her boss breathing softly and walking around, a few leaves and a twig crunching beneath his hooves. He was impatient and so was she but the one they were waiting for was always punctual. Even as Namifia’s watch beeped and she could barely make out the distant chiming of the Enies Bank’s clock tower over the headset, a warm mellifluous voice spoke.
“Good evening, Chopperman.”
“R-Robiflowan!”
Chopperman’s high voice squeaked a little in excitement and Namifia could clearly picture his fur ruffling up and then slowly flattening back to normal. Her boss still sounded so pleased and surprised, as if he hadn’t expected her to show, even though his clandestine meetings with the villainess had been occurring for some time.
“It’s good to see you again.”
Eyes closed, Namifia imagined the smile that would be on Robiflowan’s voice, something as gentle and beautiful as the one in her tone. Their enemy was lovely, enigmatic, and clever and Chopperman was quite smitten by her. It was lucky that she was equally taken with him for otherwise Usobadaban would no doubt have discovered the crush and used it to hurt his archenemy.
“Y-you too.”
Chopperman stammered a bit, voice going slightly deeper as he shifted to his larger form. Soft, wet sounds followed, quiet moans and whispered endearments that were too low for Namifia to understand. The assistant’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt and edged under the top of her panties. Her fingertip stirred through the crisp, neat tangerine hair that covered her pubis, dipped lower to feel the moisture beginning to gather on her folds.
The unusual tinkle of small silver bells came across the comlink, the sign that Robiflowan was using her strange power to sprout more petal-limbs. Namifia could hear Chopperman groan, a low dark sound that heated her belly. Sex was interesting, experienced just by sound, but Namifia had a good imagination and her own extensive knowledge of the superhero’s body. She could tell by his whimpers when Robiflowan pinched his nipples and by his stuttered breath when she reached down to cup his testicles. The villainess was largely quiet but she did speak once.
“Leave it on,” she murmured in her sultry voice. “I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”
Namifia, lower lip bitten between her teeth and her finger pressing and swirling anxiously over her clitoris, couldn’t help but moan. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear that Robiflowan had been talking directly to her. That was hot, as was the gasping cry the villainess gave as she climaxed, the sound enough to push Namifia over the edge as well. Chopperman grunted moments later and for a bit all Namifia could hear was heavy breathing, hers and those she spied on, as they calmed down and collected themselves.
Later, as she let post-orgasmic lethargy drift over her, she listened as Robiflowan and Chopperman made plans to meet again.
“Next time we meet, I’ll stay for good,” Robiflowan promised. “But I don’t think I can convince Sanjilops or Zorogiri to leave with me. They’re very loyal to your enemy.”
“That’s okay, Robiflowan. As long as I have you safely away from him.” Chopperman sounded bright and pleased and Namifia made a mental note to tell him to be tougher on his enemies. Robiflowan had at least better bring some of the mad scientist’s crazy plans and inventions with her. “You and Luffy-Bomber will be together again and I’m sure you and Namifia will be great friends.”
Namifia smirked as she listened to Robiflowan’s gentle agreement. ‘Friends’ indeed. If she had been hearing things properly, she would get to have the flower woman to herself from time to time. And with Robiflowan to take care of Chopperman, it would be much easier for the assistant to do her job and take care of Luffy-Bomber as well. All things considered, Robiflowan coming to the side of good would be a wonderful thing for everyone but Usobadaban and his crew. Namifia smiled, pleased with herself and the night’s work, and turned off the comlink. She set down the earpiece, making sure to reconnect it to the mouthpiece so her boss wouldn’t be suspicious, and went down to check on Luffy-Bomber. Back in Red Line Park, Chopperman and Robiflowan shared a final, private kiss.
