Four days later

I open my eyes, cracking bones and tensing muscles as I stretch, but I feel really good surprisingly enough, way better than I should. I almost flopped out of the bed in shock when I observed my injuries with Observation Haki. Or what should have been my injuries, as except for a little bit of stiffness, I have no existing injuries, and my whole body feels incredible. I feel like I could take on two of those bears with moderate trouble now, or one very easily. I took the time to think through what happened and I almost put my head through the wall as I realized the solution. The trifecta of connections that a Druid possesses. Pacts with Nature- IE summoned familiar bonds. While I didn’t summon the girls, our bonds seemed to persist across time and space. The ability to shape raw mana into that of the elements. Then becoming a part of nature, a pseudo animal with instincts while still being in control of myself. I had been ignoring that last part, and while it explains some of the effects I experienced, it doesn’t explain everything, especially the extremely fast recovery, as it should have been another three weeks before the rest of the injures I accrued from the fight with Garp healed in full. Add that to the aggravation of said existing injuries, the addition of new injures from the throwdown with the bear, and unless I have been sleeping for two months straight, even for me this is far from normal. The sensation from the full moon had to have something to do with this, but I have no knowledge of celestial bodies having such influence in this world. On my prior world, it was only the very rare ‘blood moon’ that we had to worry about, only one week once every five years, as not only did demons become smarter during the days when said light would shine, but wild animals saw everyone who wasn’t their own kind as enemies, leading to some wild times.

Deciding that I can think about this a lot more later, I go wandering. My feet take me to the main warehouse at the docks. I see my trophy being worked as I walk in the open bay door. Ace is working at the direction of a butcher and a taxidermist, but he is struggling, a lot. “Ace, why don’t you sit down, and I’ll take over. It is only prudent after all that I put in the work for my trophy from start to finish.” I say with a grin.

“How did you kill this thing Luffy? We broke several of his best skinning knives as we tried to get to a good point of removing the fur.” Ace complains, not surprised in the least to see me up and about, however long it has been since my latest conk-out, his thumb pointing at the taxidermist.

“Well, you saw the main debilitating blow, the aftermath of the wedding tackle getting diced by a supped up Rankyaku. After all, there are a few times you have come close to death via the twig and berries removal, though the method does vary, the latest of which was what, a week before I encountered this bear? So that would be how long ago now? As I don’t know how long I have been out this time.” I say with a cheeky grin as I remind Ace of his frequent near deaths, but not always at my hands.

The butcher and the taxidermist are rolling on the floor laughing as Ace’s face takes on different shades of color, Ace’s mind no doubt flashing through the many instances where his proof of being male was almost forcibly removed, and where I was only responsible for less than half, as Ace has proven, many a time, that it is a miracle that he made it to the age that he has.

“Four days, give or take you fucker. Also, could you stop reminding folks of that, as I can’t even get a date, women thinking that I’ll be deformed down there, so they turn me down every time.” Ace grumbles, knowing from experience that if he lashes out at me in an instance like this, he’ll be taking a swim as I throw him several miles out to sea.

“Well then, step aside Ace, and you guys, give me directions so that my trophy can be preserved.” I say with confidence, air-natured mana being focused to a fingertip as I get to work.

The work is long and messy, but it gets done. Ace does help as he holds whichever part I’m working on at the time, as I want to be really precise. Not even an hour into this endeavor, and the girls show up, Makino at their heels, to watch us work in Makino’s case, begging for parts in the girls' case. The sun had been working its way up the skyline when we started, and now as we finish, there is just that nice golden glow on the horizon. The claws, even without anything being done to them, are weapons onto themselves. The skull weighs three-hundred pounds by itself, and the fur is in excess of a ton. The remaining part of the skeleton is nineteen-hundred pounds. The blood was probably four hundred. The meat, including the organs make up the rest, which is probably close to thirty-six hundred pounds. The taxidermist tries to convince me to have it all preserved as one piece, but I refuse. “This is my trophy, my kill, my decision. The skull itself is going to be the center piece of the wall at the main Party Bar location for now, until it will later go on my eventual ship that is. The fur, well, Makino and I can get new sets of winter wear, with plenty left over. The claws will be presents that double as usable weapons. I will take suggestions on the rest of the skeleton. Lastly, the meat. Invite the officers from our Marine base, and we’ll have a hell of a cookout after we marinade and tenderize the meat (just the thought has me drooling almost as much if Makino presented herself to me). What we don’t use/cook, needs to be donated to the orphanages.” I finish talking right before I take a dip in the ocean to rinse off. I then wrap my arm around Makino’s waist and ask her to follow me.

We get back home, we are barely through the main door, and I pin her to the wall, my tongue plundering her willing mouth. She tries to catch her breath when I stop several minutes later, but my words that I almost growl into her ear, send all sorts of pleasurable signals racing up and down her body, almost taking her feet out from under her if I didn’t already have a hold of her that is. “When I beat Garp, that very night afterward, I’m going to ruin both you and Hellfire. Make sure that you don’t have anything important to do for several days afterwards, as you will be lucky to be conscious when I’m done with you as you will be first up. Then I will take a break, as I move to show Hellfire who is truly the boss. After I get done with her, then I will be back for you, and I will then continue switching between you two until I am completely satisfied.” The stare of hunger and the lust in my voice has Makino screaming with pleasure as an orgasm rips through her without my hands or dick even touching her breasts or her sex, let alone her other erogenous areas. I then set her on the couch and go to where my connection with Hellfire tells me she is, as I plan to deliver a similar ultimatum to her.

She barely has time to greet me as I force my way into her mindscape. The shock continues as I grab her, put her over my knee and have my right hand come down in a blistering slap on her right ass cheek. The words she would have said, are changed to a scream of pleasure from when I make contact. I let her come back to reality and when she goes to speak again, my right hand makes an identical mark on her left ass cheek as the one I left on her right.

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“You and Makino should know not to taunt the wolf, but I guess that the lesson needs reinforcing. As I just told Makino, the night after the fight that I beat Garp happens, YOU ARE MINE.” The last part comes out in a guttural growl, so deep as to come from my very soul. Hellfire, not even looking into my eyes, thrashes and convolses in a chain of orgasms, a flood of her juices joining what was already staining my leg from when I had delivered the two swats. I then leave her there, gasping for air as I let myself out back to the real world

The feast is had several days later, the meat after being cut into reasonable sized chunks, using the broad sword-like claws that were able cut it to our surprise, having marinated in huge shallow troughs after me and Ace tenderized it using with shallow steel-spiked hammers for hours on end. The girls had their portions after everything was cut up, which included part of the twenty-five-pound heart, making them really happy, but still begging for more all throughout the cookout, to which many people obliged. We kept the fur whole until after the cookout, though the process to begin turning it into clothing has already begun. My seat, along with Makino’s place of honor at this feast, was with a couple of cushions for padding, the treated and preserved skull. There was plenty of stories being told, though when asked how I killed the bear, I glossed over it, as only close friends and family will know that story in its entirety. There was still a bit of an incident, which I tried to be ‘polite’ about correcting.

I settled up to Captain Pike, gently but firmly clamping my hand down on his right shoulder, though if I twitched my arm just a tad too much, I would rip his arm off, weak as he is compared to me, and with my temper running. “Captain Pike. You see those young, stupid officers over there, being more than a bit persistent with their attention to a young woman. The same woman who was sitting with me at the place of honor several hours ago when we began this cookout slash feast. Said feast that was thrown for me so show off my latest trophy. Her name, if you forgot, is Makino. I’m sure that Garp, my grandfather, has introduced you and others to her personally over the years. She is my girlfriend and future wife. Now you have say, thirty seconds, at the most from when I finish speaking to save them a lot of time and pain, and most likely their lives while you are at it. Makino quite possibly is either going to slap or outright deck at least one because they won’t get the hint, not shoot them as she left her pistols at the house. They will in turn at least attempt to strike her back as the start of their retaliation. If they succeed in that initial blow, then they will from that point on be dead men with me as their promised executioner. Another possibility is that my girls, Chaos, Gaia, and Abyss, you know the Dire Wolves who have been begging for scraps like puppies all night, will race over and rip their throats out. The last possibility and the one I don’t want to do, but will as I defend Makino, is make a very public lesson, nay a huge spectacle, that might even be put down into the history books and spread across the whole God Damn World as what not to do if you value your life. No, means NO. And as you and I have already heard them get that answer from Makino, multiple times, what will do?” My eyes could give the devil chills as I stared with anger deep into his eyes, to the point where he would possibly be imagining me picking apart his very soul. The man does have one thing going for him, composure. Greater men then him have soiled themselves badly when given a look with half that anger. He tries to move in the needed direction, but I have to release my grip from upon his shoulder so he can move, which I do.

I will give Pike credit; he bowled over five different people in his haste to save lives. He got there just as Makino had put one of them on the ground, a print of her hand blistering the left side of his face, his three buddies getting ready to throw hands in response. “Hobbs, Jackson, Bolt, and Dew, I don’t know what the hell you idiots are thinking, messing with this young woman as you are, but if a woman says no, that means no, end of story.” Captain Pike is frantic as he works to defuse this bomb of a situation.

“But Captain. Look at her and you can’t tell me that she isn’t offering everything. Her tits almost spilling out, and there is no way what she is saying is true. That the boy sitting next to her at the start of the feast is her boyfriend and not her kid or a case of pity.” Hobbs pleads to his superior officer.

“Tell me Hobbs, did you ever attempt the hazing prize Garp would dangle?” Pike asks.

“No sir. I’m not nuts, even the smallest of those beasts are the stuff of nightmares.” Hobbs says as his friends picked him up from the ground to get back to his feet.

“Well, I did. You are not nuts, just deathly suicidal. You want to know who was laughing and taunting me the whole way, as he ran backwards in front of the Dire Wolf I was handed to walk three years ago? The same young man that was sitting next to Makino. The same young man who is Garp’s grandson. And the same young man who gave me the chance to save your lives before they are scattered like ashes to the wind when he legally kills you for assault and battery. Oh, and lastly, that same young man was the one to kill the beast that we have been eating, all by himself.” Pike says, anger leeching into his voice that these idiots are so stupid, how the hell did they get this far in life, and not learn.

At that point, three howls split the air, and are joined by a fourth soon after. The sound has everyone in chills from the sense of danger that is somewhere around here, but very close, thus they don’t know where to go. Everyone except for one person. Makino, who had been angry that these jumped-up officers wouldn’t leave her alone, despite her saying ‘no’ many a time, has her expression morph to that of a big smirk. Parting through the rapidly moving crowd are two angry Dire Wolves, snarling with teeth ready to rend flesh. Hobbs, Jackson, Bolt, and Dew are suddenly wearing brown pants as a deep growl comes from right on their heels, so close in fact that the exhale is moistening their pants before their suddenly empty bladders finished the job.

My entrance seals the deal, my entrance to this spectacle undeniable. I landed from my jump, clawed feet digging into the ground as I stood taller than Garp by eight inches in my Werewolf Form, ice-blue fur and lean compacted muscle dominating my form, my muzzle open and showing off all of my sharp, pearly white teeth. Makino stands and wraps her arm around my waist, then leans into me with a content smile. I then slowly reverse the change, my clothes coming back into existence as I shrink down to my normal size. By that point all four of the idiot brigade have slipped off their feet, landing in their own filth from the shocks they have had, back-to-back, to back, ha ha ha.

I then crouch down to their level, everyone silent as they wait to hear what I will say. “In this manner, you get one and only one lesson. Next time, if you are stupid enough to make there be a next time, that means that you didn’t learn from this lesson. The new fact that as a result of not learning, is that you will die horribly, only remembered as a tally mark next to my name in the footnotes of the history I will make. Make no mistake, I hope that people learn from this lesson I am giving, though it is not currently directed at them, and they should run and hide to the ends of the earth should they commit such an act and I get there first.” I finish my warning with another grin as I guide Makino away, as I’m feeling done with this party.

When we get back home, a make out session is had before we settle down for the night.