Perona's Horohorotober (Patreon)

A bit of a rush job, but a good one! I had the idea floating around for a bit to follow up on https://twitter.com/Prevence3 's #horohorotober, creating sexy art about Perona from One Piece. It came upon the last day when I settled on the details of the idea, so thought I'd drop this while I could for a little short twerking treat.

You don't need to know much about her. She's a bratty goth girl who uses magical ghosts to force people into depression, making her tough to actually face in a fight. Mix that with the usual Prevence booty boombox stuff, and you've got this little gem.

“Come on! Get up already! What’s wrong with him!?” Perona barked at the man collapsed at her feet.

The pink-haired pirate had been laying low for a while now. She didn’t have Moria or Mihawk to hide behind these days, so she had settled down at a cozy little island where she could force the locals to serve her every whim. The spoiled goth made easy work of breaking their spirits with the powers of her Horo Horo Fruit, and had been living comfortably up until today.

Vyce had been one of her preferred new minions. He had been a local thug and troublemaker until she came along. He was a huge and brawny guy with a few scars and plenty of muscles, his dark hair a constantly shaggy mess. While he towered over the barely 5 foot tall Perona, a mere touch from one of her ghosts made him crumble into her pathetic servant. She preferred to use him for her basic errands rather than remember the names of the other villagers.

He was curled up on the front step of her cottage, right where she’d left him the day before. She had gotten her groceries, launched a depression ghost through his chest just for giggles, and went about her day without a second thought as he collapsed into a mess of cursed self-loathing.

Perona gave him a few stomps and kicks, trying to stir the barely moving goon. Vyce just groaned and mewled like an overgrown kitten trying to sleep.

“What gives!? The effects don’t last for a whole day. And they usually bitch and whine the whole time!” Perona complained.

She was dressed in her casual attire, expecting another day of lazing around. For Perona, that meant she was in a pair of black and white striped booty shorts with suspenders and a tight shirt with a skull pattern across her breasts. She wore knee-high, high heeled boots and even longer socks, had her bright pink hair in its carefully maintained hair drills. Her face was forever done up in her thick makeup, dark eyeliner highlighter her lower eyelashes. She had a scrawny build to her limbs and waist, but notably bubbly breasts and butt for her size.

“Hollows! Get your spooky asses over here!”

Perona snapped her fingers and a dozen cartoony ghosts appeared out of thin air. They hovered around her with their mindlessly happy smiles on their dopey faces. She pointed sternly at Vyse’s fetal body.

“What’s wrong with this one?”

The spirits floated around him before replying in a series of giggles and squeaks.

“Of course I hollowed him. I hollow people all the time.”

The ghosts replied with more haunted giggling.

“Er… a few times a day? For the last… how long have I been here anyway?”

Perona tapped one of her booted feet on the ground. The slender but still curvy cupped her chin and pouted.

“Well shit. I hope I didn’t break his soul or something. It’d be such a shame… Vicey was the only gofer around her who got my coffee orders right (black like my soul with extra extra sugar…).”

One of the goofy looking ghosts floated towards Vyce and gave him a poke. Perona puffed up her cheeks in a huff and swung out her hip, butt bumping the floaty little summon away.

“Knock it off! You trying to make things worse?” she scolded it.

Persona paused when she heard a moan coming from below. The slim devil fruit user glanced down and saw Vyce stirring, if only barely. It was still an improvement from his seemingly comatose state, but he lurched to a stop a moment later. Perona pursed her lips before she curiously shook her hips from side to side. The burly thug groaned, staring vacantly ahead of him but at least moving enough to uncurl from the pathetic ball he was wrapped up in. Perona stopped the pendulus shake of her bubble butt and he slumped into a miserable heap again.

“Is my ass bringing him back…?” she pondered. She broke into a smug smirk and planted her hands on her hips.

“HOROHOROHOROHORO! Of course! My beauty is so magnificent that it could wake the dead! Any man would come back begging for more! I giveth and I taketh away!”

Perona stepped over Vyce’s head and squatted down until her knees up past her chest. She spread her legs to tighten up her ass, making her shorts cling to it even tighter. She started to flex her lower back and glutes, bouncing her thick but perky ass up and down. She wiggled her hips around, gyrating skillfully enough that she had each grapefruit-sized cheek jiggling around on its own. Her ego appreciated the latest opportunity to show off, and she could see the otherwise motionless underling starting to twitch beneath her. Even when she brought it even lower, swaying her hips to grind her crotch an inch from his face, Vyce barely stirred.

“Looks like it’s working~! Well then, let’s turn things up a little! Go get the artifact, little ones! I can’t dance properly without some music!”

Her ghosts floated off into her house and returned with a strange device she’d dug up on an abandoned ruin of an island. It was a strange golden box with various buttons and panels on it.  It seemed to work something like a den den mushi snail, but she didn’t know what it was hooked up to. Perona still wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew what it did. It made her ass get bigger and her body feel amazing.

One of the bigger ghosts slapped the button on top of the ancient machine and a spooky tune started to warble out of its speakers before taking on a techno remix sound. Perona’s eyes widened as a surge of ecstasy washed over her, making her whole body tingle. Her hips pulsed in particular, a warm pleasure coursing up from her groin. She bit her painted lip as her eyes rolled, feeling her shorts tighten even further. Her ass cheeks swelled from grapefruits to watermelons, swallowing the center of her shorts up her steadily growing ass. The mass of pale flesh turned her shorts into a thong as they blew up big enough to tear some of the fabric. It weighed her hips down enough that her ass dropped completely on top of Vyce’s face. She left the growing booty rest on his face, burying him between her ass cheeks. She shook her hips, leaving her weight on her heels so she could swing her booty around. She arched her back and thrust her hips rapidly, making her fattened up ass cheeks sway out and in again. The loud, fleshy clap of her cheeks made her feel sexy and powerful, flooding her mesmerized mind with no end of pleasant stroking of her huge ego.

“How about that, my pet? I put the ‘boo’ in ‘booty,’ don’t I!? HOROHOROHORO!”

Perona gloated as she bounced up and down, making her ass cheeks clap as they kept bobbing on his face. The fat flesh jiggled like jello, especially as she sat fully on his face and slapped the back of her pale ass. Vyce was twitching and squirming, but didn’t seem fully awake yet. That was fine by the thicc and gothy pirate, because she wasn’t done showing off yet.

“What’s that? There’s no way to improve on perfection?!” she crowed over the thumping music.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong! Horo Horo Mirror!”

Perona had been practicing with her ghostly powers and had picked up a new trick. She’d been able to astral project for a while now, but she’d figured out how to create that spiritual manifestation of herself while also remaining conscious. Effectively, a second Perona phased out of herself. Both of her smiled as Perona saw the glassy-eyed smile on her own face and her ass constantly shaking and jiggling to every beat of the song.

“Let’s show this loser such a good time he’ll snap right out of that despair! HORO HORO HORO HORO!”

Perona and her astral self both cackled as they dropped down on Vyce. The original kept squatting and twerking on his face while the new one floated over to the thug’s lap. She bent over as far as she could, thrusting her ass out so far that her shorts were nearly torn to shreds. Her effectively naked ass quaked as her cheeks slammed down on his lap, twerking hard as her flabby cheeks slapped and bumped his lap from either side. She grinned as she felt the growing bulge through his pants, proving she was reaching him on some level.

“Horo horo! I think he’s moving!” Perona chimed in her bizarre laugh.

“That or we’re making the ground shake with these perfect asses!” her astral self agreed.

They broke into another burst of obnoxious laughter. After surrounding herself with negativity ghosts and literal zombies, Perona was perfectly happy to have a second Perona around to agree with everything she said. They found a perfect rhythm of clapping their ass cheeks together, creating an even more satisfying series of fleshy pops when they delivered them in sync. The constant tingle running up from their inflated asses up their spines and straight into the pleasure center of their brain created a perfect spiral of arousal rushing through Perona, echoing from one of her minds to the next. Her projection’s mouth hung open in gawking lust while the more physical form bit her lip, gyrating her ass cheeks as quickly as she could to make them rub together around her sensitive asshole.

“Here… let me…” Perona’s main body panted.

Her astral projection reached out and took her by the hand, helping lead her over to Vyce’s groin.

“I was thinking EXACTLY the same thing!” the spiritual form agreed.

They both grabbed the waist of the big man’s pants and yanked them down. His long hardon popped out into view as they turned away from each other. His pleasure and awakening was an afterthought at this point. The girls squatted and bent over, thrusting their oversized asses back into each other. They both gasped as the booming slap of flesh on flesh sounded off, accompanied by their mirrored spanking.

“OHHH~! Perrrrfect~!” Perona purred.

Her mouth hung open, drooling onto the ground as she kept bumping and grinding against the identical ass. It felt so good just to rub it up against anything, but knowing it was herself who was feeling the same thing was even better. Vyce’s meaty cock got lost between their bumping butts, constantly bouncing and twerking to the sound of the music. Her eyes went half lidded, moaning and hearing the astral Perona grunting and moaning in her horny efforts to keep her booty rubbing up against herself. The huge, pillowy cheeks rubbed Vyce’s cock between them like a clumsily handled toy, grinding over one bun before getting caught between the lined up ass cracks, just to slip out and rub over them again. The girls broke into a synchronized moan as they both reached back, hooking their elbows together to add to their leverage. They pressed into each other hard enough that their cheeks squished together, spreading out wider and shaking from side to side, grinding Vyce’s cock around like it was the only thing in the way of their assholes kissing together. The flimsy shorts were barely holding together, but the excessive wetness of their dripping pussies and sweaty ass cheeks grinding together made them finally give up. The fabric ripped audibly as their growing cheeks smashed together hard enough to make some dirt and debris bounce up from the ground at the impact. Both Perona and her projection broke into ecstatic howls as their eyes rolled back in their heads, squirting their ass-centric orgasms all over the walkway beneath their squatting hips.

They moaned as the music started to fade out at the end of the song, like it was waiting to climax along with them. Perona sighed and leaned her weight back against her projection, perfectly balancing each other.

Suddenly, the fat-ass goth girl felt a pulsing sensation and a surge of wetness against her cheeks. Vyce’s cock squirted cum up between their buns, barely enough to escape the depths of their booty meat. The big good groaned wearily as he reached up and cupped one of their ass cheeks in each hand.

“I must be seein’ double… not that I’m compainin’. You ladies keep doin’ what you want with ol’…”

“WATCH IT, PERV!”

“YEA! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AWAKE ANWAY!?”

Perona snapped out of her sexual stupor as soon as the song was gone. She and her projection both sat up straight, just to bring their asses crashing back down on him. They did it much more aggressively, hammering and slapping him with their thick cheeks. The big booties took a while to shrink back to normal once the artifact worked its magic, so the huge mounds of flesh slapped down hard on his face and stomach. They knocked the wind out of him while smothering him between Perona’s sweaty buns, sitting and jumping on him to go all out with their ass-focused ass kicking.

Perona’s body and soul crushed him until she was satisfied. She sucked her projection back into herself and walked back into her little home, dusting off her hands with a fussy little huff.

“That’ll teach him,” she sniffed dismissively.

One of her ghosts followed her inside, carrying the boombox along with it. It made a few inquisitive chirping noises.

“Who cares whether he gets up now? At least I know what did it to him.”

The ghost tittered an impish laugh and slapped Perona’s huge, naked ass. It jiggled like it was made of pudding.

“Damn right!” Perona giggled.