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Word Count: 167 (give or take my word count stopped working)
Pairing: Ussop ~> Tentacles/Sanji
Rating: PG (?)
Warning: I can almost promise a loss of brain mass upon reading this fic
Summary: Got the Idea from watching the Chopperman special, and a Sanji AMV
Topic: Tentacles
The glaring red numerals of the digital clock were making quick work to diminish their value. And now there were only twenty-seven minutes left until the free world fell into the diabolical hands of the incarnation of evil, Dr. Usodabada.
Normally the mission would have gone off without a hitch. But through a number of tactical errors, and several betrayals through gorgeous examples of the opposite sex, agent double-o-san found himself several feet off the ground. Suspended by a number of writhing, wriggling tentacles.
The blonde agent couldn’t help but gasp as one of the snake like tendrils squirmed beneath his shirt. Freeing buttons and exposing his chest to the cold air.
“I suppose you expect me to talk.” He snapped at the criminal mastermind, trying to hide his discomfort as a member of the wiggling mass snuck a member past his belt line.
Dr. Usodabada merely chuckled. “Hardly Mr. Prince,” he replied as the last of the man’s clothing fell away. “I expect you to orgasm.”