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“Are you actually going to cook, or are you going to keep running?” Ivankov stated bored as they watched as Sanji continued to run away from the kamabakkas chasing him through the luscious pink trees.
“I'm not going to put a dress on! So stop pestering me about it!” Sanji argued back as the others hollered out towards him with desire
Ivankov watched from the side with Caroline beside them. “...I wonder why Kuma chose to send this man to us…” Ivankov questioned the other queen beside them.
Caroline sighed, pressing a hand to her cheek as she was also puzzled by it. “I've never seen a man with such a fragile masculine ego before.”
Ivankov laughed. “That's because you don't get out much,” Ivankov said with a toothy wide grin. “I think it's about time Sanji gets a taste of his own medicine.” Ivankov said as they jumped high up in the air, landing right in front of Sanji’s running path.
Sanji stopped dead in his tracks, trying not to run straight into Ivankov, the other kamabakkas that were chasing him all stopped, circling Sanji so he couldn't escape. They were all happily muttering how beautiful he'd look in the dresses they were all holding.
“Candies, give him a break,” Ivankov said as they waved a hand towards them. “After all, he needs to be training.”
Sanji sighed in relief, catching his breath as the others that surrounded him pouted and complained but backed away. Sanji was surprised that Ivankov even helped at that moment. “Thanks,” Sanji said.
“We made an agreement that you'd spend your time here learning the craft of cooking. You have not cooked one meal since that discussion.” Ivankov questioned the other. “You've been running away from my candies, every single day instead. Do you really feel like this is a torture hell?”
“Of course this is hell!” Sanji shouted at the other. “They keep pestering me to wear dresses like them, I’m not a woman, God dammit!” Sanji yelled at the other.
Ivankov grinned wide. “It's just clothing, my dear. Wearing a dress doesn't make you a woman, just like wearing a suit doesn't make you a man.” Ivankov explained to him. “You're so caught up in what is feminine and masculine, that it is getting in the way of your training.” Ivankov reached their hand up, their nails turning into fine point needles. “It's about time that you experience what a woman feels for a change.”
“What the hell are you-” Sanji gasped out in pain the moment when Ivankov’s needle nails entered his side. A warmth came in, as Sanji felt his body morph and change. The front of his suit became tight, the sound of the buttons on his dress shirt began to pop, and his pants became loose around his hips as they changed shape.
“What-” Sanji felt the words get caught in his throat as his ears were met with a feminine voice, still a hint of raspy due to the years of smoking- but his tone was softer. Sanji looked down at his- well now- her new body. Sanji fell to his knees from the utter shock at what he was looking at.
“Now you cannot sit here and argue with us, sit here and whine and complain over this experience, as you can now join us in-” Ivankov started to speak but was quickly cut off.
“Wow!” Sanji’s feminine voice exclaimed out, her face was bright red with a blush as she began to fondle the boobs she now had. “I've missed boobs so much, I could just cry!” Sanji said with tears in her eyes. “I'm so sexy~!” Sanji’s nose began to drop blood as he swooned over his own body.
Ivankov wasn't expecting this, they expected Sanji to be disgusted to be a woman- but Sanji seemed to be overjoyed over it. “Well, you're not a complete misogynist, but you are a pervert.” Ivankov said and dismissed it with a shake of their head. “Regardless, you will be a woman for at least 24 hours!” They shouted with a point of their finger.
“24 hours with this body?! You're too generous~!” Sanji exclaimed with excitement, a red lustful blush crossing their cheeks as their nose continued to gush.
“Stop bleeding you're going to kill yourself!” Ivankov shouted at the other.
“What a way to die~” Sanji continued to swoon and grope their own boobs with excitement, body swaying as they did so.
“Now you'll really look the part in this dress!” One of the kamabakka said. “No, have her try this dress on!” Another one exclaimed.
The Kamabakkas closed in on Sanji, surrounding her, which Sanji quickly snapped out of their lustful state the moment the others began to grab at her as if Sanji was nothing more than a rag doll to play dress up with. The Kamabakkas were strong, as they grabbed at Sanji’s arms and legs despite her protests. “Hey! Stop! Let go of me!”
One of them began to undo Sanji’s jacket, tugging on her tie to loosen it, pulling open her button up to reveal her perfect and bouncy breasts beneath. Another Kamabakka removed Sanji’s pants with ease, completely stripped down to nothing- and Sanji looked down at herself, seeing exactly what their female body looked like underneath that suit- Sanji bled even worse and completely passed out from the site of their naked body.
The Kamabakkas exclaimed in shock over Sanji passing out and bleeding so much. Ivankov sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose with an exhausted shake of their head. “Of course Sanji couldn't handle simple nudity of a woman’s form…Candies, get her to the medical room and start a blood transfusion right away!”
“Yes queen Iva!” The Kamabakkas said. They dressed Sanji into a pink dress with pink panties before carrying Sanji off to the medical wing of the castle.
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Sanji slowly woke up, batting her eyes as she softly groaned. Sanji adjusted herself, feeling lightheaded and faint. Sanji saw there were at least five Kamabakkas standing around her bed, eyes wide with concern.
“Oh, Sanji you're waking up!”
“We were all so worried about you!”
“You have such a rare blood type!”
“Lucky for you, I have the same blood type as you, you're going to be just fine, doll!”
Sanji rubbed their eyes. “What happened?” Sanji didn't even recognize their voice. “I had a dream- I was a beautiful sexy woman with huge-” Sanji’s eyes fell on the breasts that sat under the pink dress they were wearing. Sanji reached up and grabbed at their chest with shock. “It wasn't a dream!” Sanji’s nose began to drip again.
“Sanji no!” The Kamabakkas shouted and removed her hands from herself. “You'll die if you continue to bleed like that Sanji!”
Sanji blushed as they did their best not to look at their body or think about what was underneath the dress. “I'm fine! I'm not going to die!” Sanji barked back at the others.
“You must be really in love with yourself, if you're that turned on by your own body!” One of Kamabakkas laughed.
Sanji blinked. “But- it's not my body. I mean yes- but-” Sanji blushed as they squirmed in their spot. “I'm a man.”
One of the Kamabakka's leaned over to another and whispered. “You think this was the point Queen Iva was trying to make?”
“I believe so, maybe now Sanji will want to willingly play dress up with us~!”
“I'm not playing dress up with any one of you creeps!” Sanji barked at them. “What point are you getting here?”
“Well you've been saying hurtful things like we aren't real women,” one Kamabakka said with saddened eyes.
“And you're very caught up over wearing a dress even though we just wanna have some fun with you-” another said after.
“Well you aren't real women, you’re men in dresses.” Sanji said with a bored tone.
“So are you.” Another said. “You said so yourself, you're still a man- even with tits and a dress.”
Sanji looked down at their body, pressing their hands on their sides and felt just how small their waist was. Their voice was much softer and feminine than before. Sanji felt up their arms, their skin was soft to the touch, hands delicate and beautiful. Sanji ran a hand through thick curly long hair that sat on their shoulders. This was Sanji’s body, but it didn't feel right. Sanji felt distant from this body, as if they were looking at a strangers body and not his own.
“This is really confusing… Then why don't you let Iva do this to you? To become fully a woman if that's what your heart wants?” Sanji asked them.
“We do, from time to time. Most of us like to explore both genders expressions- being both, being fluid between masculine and feminine is the most freeing for us. We are neither man or woman, but at the same time, we are both.”
“Isn't that beautiful?”
“Isn't it just poetic?”
Sanji listened to them and thought hard about it. “Strange, is what that is…” Sanji sighed heavily, moving to get out of bed. “I'm not going to continue to lie here and be taken care of- I have to train.”
“You're actually going to start training with us, Sanji?!” One of the Kamabakka's exclaimed with excitement.
“If I want to return to Luffy as the best cook I can be, then yes I will train. After all, isn't this why Ivankov swapped my body to begin with?” Sanji said. “I still don't get the point they were making…” they mumbled as they got out of bed.
Sanji got up, looked at themselves in a mirror, eyes wide as they actually looked at himself in this woman's body. Sanji spun around, the dress flowing as they did so. “This is so weird- but I really am hot.”
The Kamabakkas smiled wide and giggled. “How do you feel? You don't seem to be upset with the change!”
“Are you one of us now, Sanji-chan?”
Sanji stood in front of the mirror, not sure how to truly feel. He lifted up the dress, his eyes landing on the lacey pink underwear. Their skin looked so soft, they had no body hair in places they usually did. Their legs were still muscular but not in the way his male body carried the muscle. Sanji felt heat rush to his cheeks as he stared at his now perfect breasts, snatched waist, and hairless body-
Sanji dropped the dress, holding a hand to his nose as he covered his dripping bloody nose. He was attractive, sexy, and Sanji was getting turned on just looking at himself- herself, rather.
Sanji shook his head and grabbed a tissue. “I need to focus, I need to focus for Luffy!” He said as he cleaned the blood from his nose. Staying focused was going to be harder than he realized.
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The Kamabakkas walked Sanji into the kitchen where Ivankov was already there, preparing a meal for everyone on the island. “Oh, you finally woke up!” Ivankov greeted Sanji. “I've met perverted men, but you ma’am, you take the cake!” Ivankov laughed.
“Sir,” Sanji said as he grabbed a pink apron off of the nearby wall. “Regardless of my body, I'm still a man.” Sanji said as he tied the apron tight around his waist, and in doing so it made his boobs bounce and become more noticable. Sanji blushed as he stared down at them bouncing. Looking away to keep his composure. “I'm here to cook.” Sanji said with all seriousness. “Teach me.” He demanded.
Ivankov smiled at Sanji, amused that he was getting the point that they were trying to get across earlier. They started to prepare a meal together, and Sanji continued to work like normal- however his breasts were an obstacle he wasn't expecting. Sanji kept bumping into things with his boobs, and had to keep remembering he had them. It was hard to forget, as just being in this body was oddly turning him on. Feeling he nothing between his legs, was a constant reminder he had something else in its place.
Sanji held his composure as he focused on the meal at hand. Listening to Ivankov’s directions on how to cook with aggression, to add emotion to food, and using that as a fueling ingredient.
After Sanji prepared his meal, he presented it to Ivankov at the dining hall. Sanji stood at the edge of the table across from Ivankov as he waited for their feedback.
Ivankov took a bite, chewing- and instantly began to blush, nearly choking on their food. Ivankov swallowed the food but didn't go for a second bite. “That is the kinkiest food I've ever tasted.”
Sanji glared and scoffed at Ivankov. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Don't you dare say my food tastes awful!”
Ivankov shook their head. “The food tastes great- the emotion- well, aggression is in there-”
Sanji slammed his hands down on the table, glaring at the other. “Then what did I do wrong? I did what you asked!”
“You're horny, and I can taste it.” Ivankov said bluntly. “You can cook emotions into food- and I can taste your lust-” Ivankov said as they pushed the dish away from themselves. “Too intimate of an experience for me.”
Sanji blushed heavily at their words. “That's ridiculous- you can't taste that!”
Ivankov stood up and slid the dish towards Sanji. “Then taste it yourself.”
Sanji scoffed as he took the dish in his hands, scooping a bite into his mouth. He closed his eyes, which were tight with frustration, as he chewed and tasted the food- the hell? How was that possible? Sanji felt heat zap to his cheeks and swirl in his stomach as they could taste this aggressive sexual hunger being stirred up as they ate. Sanji slammed the dish down on the table in embarrassment, covering their mouth as he chewed and looked away.
“You used oysters, that doesn't help your case either.” Ivankov sighed heavily. “We can try again tomorrow, after all, we have two years to practice.” Ivankov looked the other up and down. “I don't care how you do it, but I'd advise taking care of yourself.”
Sanji knew what Ivankov was alluding to, and Sanji felt even more embarrassed by the statement and situation. Sanji felt vulnerable, like Ivankov was staring right through them. Caroline did the same thing during their fight with each other- Sanji felt powerless to them- and it pissed him off. He took the plate and stormed off, he didn't want to waste it- but was too embarrassed to even eat it.
Sanji left the castle, fuming with irritation as he sat down on the steps, setting the plate of food beside him. “They're all a bunch of perverts,” Sanji said under his breath as he fished out a cigarette from his apron pocket, and a lighter from between his boobs. Sanji was slightly distracted by the movement of his new chest, but he was getting used to it in some ways. Still didn't feel like Sanji’s body.
After Sanji calmed his nerves down after smoking, he turned to the food that sat beside him. He didn't want to toss the food, didn't want to waste it even if it was seasoned with strange emotions. Sanji put the food in his lap and continued to eat it. The flavor was great, and then Sanji felt the aggression he originally cooked into it, a fire and a spice that fueled his stomach with a type of strength he couldn't place. Then the emotion shifted, the heat twisting to a deep swirling sensation in his stomach. Even though he was eating, he was becoming hungry- but hungry for something that wasn't food. Hungry for touch, for attention, for something he's craved for so long. Sanji noticed his mouth was watering and it was difficult to finish the last bites of the dish. The aggression mixed with arousal was a combination Sanji never experienced before- something about it felt familiar, almost comforting- and Sanji didn't know why.
Sanji set the empty dish down, and the arousal he was feeling was unbearable, but also such a new sensation- arousal in this female form felt different- it wasn't this throbbing sensation in his groin, it was longing and deep within him, a tightness he never felt before.
Sanji hated that Ivankov was right, he did need to take care of himself. Sanji left the castle, walking deep into the pink forest where he found a stream. He hid behind a thick tree just above the stream, the sound of the flowing water should be enough to muffle any noise and the trees around him should keep him hidden from any of the Kamabakkas that love to track him down.
Sanji sat down in the fluffy colorful grass, untying the apron that was wrapped around his waist, face was burning red with arousal and embarrassment- part of him couldn't believe what he was about to do- but this was his body, so there shouldn't be any shame in exploring it. Sanji leaned his back against the tree, staring down at his feminine legs, still strong with muscles but clean of any hair. He stroked up his thigh, pushing the dress upwards as his breathing became heavier. Sanji pushed the dress up over his tiny stomach, revealing the lacey pink underwear he was wearing.
Sanji’s mouth was open, breathing heavily as he was nearly drooling at the sight of his new body, he was surprised he wasn't having a nose bleed yet- and was thankful he wasn't. Sanji removed the underwear, slowly sliding them down his ankles, as a clear string of wetness came from his vagina attaching itself to the underwear.
“Oh my-” Sanji moaned out, seeing just how wet he had gotten, was completely unaware that he was that aroused. Sanji reached down with his slender soft fingers and began to massage around the wet lips, moaning out in pleasure at how warm and wet he was.
Sanji rolled his head back, his shoulders relaxing as he moaned. His feminine moans were also turning him on more as he explored his body. He rolled his hips with his touch, feeling around the wet soft skin until he found a very sensitive spot.
Sanji moaned out in bliss after finding his clit, he continued to message it, slowly at first, basking in this new sensation. It was so sensitive, much more sensitive than his penis, and he couldn't believe this is what arousal and pleasure felt like to a woman.
Sanji relaxed his body into the soft grass, spreading his legs wider and he explored his new genitals. The sounds of how wet he was mixed with his feminine moans was driving him crazy, he felt his nose begin to drop blood, but he tilted his head back to help stop his nose from gushing. The rush of blood to his head was making him dizzy as he was overcome with arousal. He could feel he was getting close the more he flicked and massaged the clit, but Sanji slowed down as he wanted to bask in this moment for longer.
Sanji looked down at himself, pulling his dress off completely as he looked at how round and hard his nipples have gotten since touching himself. With another hand he grabbed and pinched at his nipples, massaging them as he continued to explore further down his vulva.
Sanji gently pressed his fingers to the opening of his vagina, of course with this being new anatomy, he could tell he was tight after slipping one finger inside. Sanji moaned and bucked his hips as he fingered himself, a deep craving to be full overcoming his lustful desires.
Sanji worked another finger inside, moving his fingers around when suddenly he applied pressure to somewhere that gave him shivers across his body- he continued to apply pressure in the same spot and that throbbing desire for attention and fullness began to grow.
“Fuck~” Sanji whimpered out, rolling his head back as his wet fingers continued to massage his g-spot. Sanji closed his eyes, imagining his fingers were a disembodied cock- he imagined the girth filling him up, with each thrust pressing against his g-spot, and his moans became louder and more desperate with each thrust.
Sanji continued to get lost in the feeling, refusing to touch his clit as he knew if he did he'd come- he wanted to drag this out as long as he could, he didn't want this pleasure to end. He could feel his legs were beginning to shake as he got lost in his fantasy. Soon the idea of a cock inside of him began to morph into a person, the man’s hips thrusting deep into Sanji, his body over his own, breathing heavily and leaning close into his ear. “Pervert cook~” Sanji imagined the man whispering into his ear would say, his voice a growl of arousal and aggression, and in Sanji’s mind the man became clear to him.
Sanji’s eyes shot open after imagining Zoro thrusting deep inside of his new wet vagina. Sanji was panting heavily, his fingers still inside of him but he slowed them down to a stop. He pulled his fingers out, now realizing he managed to get three fingers inside of himself, covered in a thick wet clear slime. Sanji adjusted themselves, feeling embarrassed that they were imagining Zoro. Sanji did want to feel a cock inside of himself- but Zoro of all people? Why him?
Sanji shook Zoro from his mind, and tried to focus on someone else. Sanji went back to messaging around his vagina, moaning at his fingers teasing himself. He tried to think of anyone else- his mind jumping to other men he knew- and each time it felt so wrong to imagine them in this way- after all Sanji wasn't truly attracted to men- but with this female body he was confused with how that worked with his desire. Franky, Usopp, and even Luffy flashed before his eyes and instantly was killing Sanji’s arousal. Sanji sighed heavily as he laid against the grass with a frustrated huff, removing his fingers from himself.
Sanji spread his fingers, watching as his wet arousal strung between his fingers. Sanji licked the warm wetness from his fingers and moaned at the sweet taste of himself. Sanji had not actually been with a woman before, not sexually yet, and the idea of tasting a woman was bringing that arousal straight back for Sanji. Sanji closed his eyes as he imagined Nami, what she would taste like and if she would taste this good.
Imagining being with a woman in this form, was turning Sanji back on again- imagining twice the amount of boobs and twice the amount of pussy was making Sanji drool around the fingers in his mouth. However Sanji couldn't shake the desperate need of wanting to be full, to be plowed aggressively- and soon the fingers in his mouth began to morph in his fantasy not as Nami’s taste, but of his mouth wrapped around a thick cock.
Sanji moaned out as he was drooling uncontrollably around his own fingers at the idea. This idea of a man in his mouth surprised Sanji as it made him hornier.
Sanji's mind went right back to Zoro, but he didn't fight it this time as his lust was overpowering, as if his fantasy had a mind of its own. Sanji has bathed with Zoro and the others many times, and knew just how big Zoro actually was- he was a shower that's for sure so he could easily imagine what he would feel like, but Sanji was now wondering if Zoro grew in girth or in size when he was aroused or not.
Sanji imagined Zoro tugging on his long hair, forcing his cock deep into the back of Sanji’s throat- rough and desperate, and Sanji moaned out against the three fingers in his mouth. Sanji opened his eyes just to redirect the drool-covered fingers back inside of himself, the mix of his wet vagina and saliva creating a new lubed sensation as Sanji was rough against his g-spot, applying rough dominant pressure against himself. He knew Zoro would be so rough with him, use him, degrade him- and the idea of that was sending Sanji close to over the edge.
Sanji moved his other hand to his clit, flicking and pinching the sensitive throbbing skin, spreading his legs more as his hips began to shake. Sanji’s breasts were big enough for him to catch a nipple against his lips, licking and tugging on a nipple with his teeth. Sanji imagined Zoro rough growls and grunts into his ear, the sweat dripping off of his body as Zoro would take him roughly. Each tug of his nipple Sanji imagined Zoro’s mouth on him. Sanji wondered if Zoro would kiss over his body, bite him until he was marked- Sanji wondered just how hot Zoro’s tongue would feel in his mouth. Sanji imagined what Zoro would call him- a perverted slut, his whore of a cook- the idea of Zoro making him sore with his cock while degrading him was making Sanji into a shivering moaning mess on the grass.
As Sanji came, he screamed out a high pitched moan of pleasure, arching his back as his legs shook uncontrollably- he imagined Zoro coming inside him, filling him up with his cum. Sanji laid there, panting heavily as he was spent from such an aggressive way of playing with himself. Sanji sucked his fingers clean again, moaning as he felt himself grow exhausted from such an act.
Sanji’s breathing slowed, he closed his eyes, the last few images of Zoro taking him left his mind as Sanji fell asleep naked at the stream.
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When Sanji woke up again, it was getting darker outside- the sun was starting to set but it made the sky even more pink than it was before. Sanji stretched and yawned, feeling cold now as he was completely naked. He noticed his body had gone back to normal, he was met with his hairy legs, and flat chest. Sanji was partly disappointed but also relieved to be back in his body.
Sanji felt guilt swarm his mind after what he imagined touching himself to. Sanji figured the arousal and aggression he cooked into the food fueled such ideas of Zoro. Sanji didn't want to dwell on it much more, but he was thankful he was able to experience a woman’s orgasm in such a way, and explore such pleasure. Sanji threw the dress back on and his underwear, feeling his cock press against the feminine lace underwear- well that was a new sensation Sanji didn't expect to enjoy. Sanji glanced down at himself, getting turned on again just seeing his cock struggle to be held in such small underwear.
“Shit- I'm not masturbating again- I need to get back to the castle and get actual sleep.” Sanji muttered to himself, his voice back to normal, and he almost missed the softer voice that left his lips before.
Sanji took out another cigarette, walking back to Castle so he could sleep in his room and in an actual bed.
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The next day Sanji dressed back into his usual suit attire, going back down to the kitchen to find Ivankov but found Caroline instead.
“Oh, you're back to your male form! How was being a woman for a day?” Caroline asked, a very knowing smirk on her face.
Sanji blushed and kept his gaze away. “It was fine,” he avoided going into detail.
“Oh- just fine you say. So you didn't take Ivankov’s advice to take care of yourself?”
Sanji blushed and glared at Caroline. “I'm not going into detail of what I did to my body yesterday, okay?!” He shouted in defense. “You're all perverts!”
Caroline laughed and blushed with a very knowing glance at Sanji. “You'll fit right in then~ Glad you had fun with yourself~”
Sanji scoffed and ignored her as he went to go make himself breakfast out of the kitchen, being really mindful of his emotions this time.
As he was cooking, Ivankov entered, smiling a wide toothy grin at Sanji. “Oh, you're back to your body! Which body do you prefer now that you've experienced both?”
“Definitely my male body, but being female wasn't terrible.” Sanji said as he continued to focus on his meal.
“Well you're only saying that because you had it for a day, having a female body for a lifetime is a different story. Had fun exploring it?” Ivankov asked the other.
Sanji blushed, glaring daggers at Ivankov. “I am not going to share that with you!” Sanji snapped at Ivankov.
“That was enough of an answer for me~” Ivankov said with a big grin. “Did you learn anything valuable during your time with a female body?” Ivankov asked Sanji.
“That you're all perverts,” Sanji said in defense as he didn't look up from the breakfast he was making. “But- I guess- I understand the Kamabakkas better now. Regardless of your body, it doesn't change how you see yourself… You're far less creepy and gross than I originally thought, I suppose.” Sanji said with a grumble under his breath.
“Good, I'm glad I could open your eyes a bit more. You were so caught up in what is to be expected of masculine and feminine roles it truly was hindering your training. I hope to see an improvement in your meals from here on out.” Ivankov said.
Sanji plated up his food onto a plate, and Ivankov took it from his hands. “Hey! That's my breakfast!” Sanji protested but Ivankov ignored him as they took a bite to taste any emotional difference. “I wasn't cooking with emotion, I'm just cooking to feed myself!”
“Ah, but cooking is always with emotion, my candy. And you cooked guilt into your food,” Ivankov handed the plate back to Sanji. “Why do you feel guilty, Sanji? Surely exploring yourself is no sin.”
Sanji blushed at how Ivankov was prying and able to read into his feelings so easily, he hated it as he didn't want to get into it. “I'm not talking about that with you.”
“Feeling confused after that? Are you feeling like you're one of my beloved candies now?” Ivankov asked
Sanji scoffed and shook his head. “No, I like being a man. I'm not confused about that. Sure- sexually speaking, being a woman was nice.”
“Ah, so if it's not gender then possibly sexuality was the area that was rocked?” Ivankov asked. “Don't be shy Sanji, as someone who is queer, these conversations are never to be embarrassed to be had. They are quite important to have, to understand yourself better.”
Sanji looked up at Ivankov, their voice was so gentle and understanding. Sanji always gave Ivankov a hard time, and they knew how to dish it right back- which Sanji respected. But Sanji did notice that Ivankov did truly care about Sanji’s well being, and any questions was not to be a pervert, but to be a senator in a way they knew best. Ivankov was actually very respectful and listened to Sanji’s boundaries, unlike most of the Kamabakkas.
Sanji asked himself if he could be honest with Ivankov? He was going to be stuck on this island for two years, and doubted that Iva would interact with the other crew mates- hell she wouldn't tell Luffy- would they? “I guess you could say that,” he began to speak on it and began to eat his breakfast. He could taste the guilt like Ivankov had mentioned and he also tasted the confusion. “It was just a very lustful fantasy, the aggression and lust mixed with my food just- created a very strange sexual fantasy that I'd like to forget.” Sanji deflected.
“Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to give me details, maybe just the feelings of guilt you are experiencing.” Ivankov asked, leaning a hand on a nearby counter and resting their head in their hand, giving Sanji full attention to listen.
Sanji thought about how to even begin to talk about it. That he fantastized fucking one of his male crew mates, one that he caught with often and even disliked the most out of anyone in the crew? But that dislike- that aggression they shared with each other was why that fantasy was so hot and desirable. Sanji liked the idea of Nami, to be gentle and soft with her- he could never picture himself being rough with Nami. But Zoro- Zoro could take it, he could handle aggressive sex and that excited him yesterday. Sanji wish he knew just how much his female body could handle of him-
Sanji shook his head as he was getting lost in the fantasy again. “Just- since I was female, I wanted- a man. I hate men.” Sanji said with embarrassment and looked away. “I'm straight, I love women.”
“You can still love women, it's obvious that females do a lot of work for ya. Sexuality is just as fluid as gender. Considering you are straight and you were in a female form, it makes sense that a man seemed like an appealing fantasy, does it not?” Ivankov asked.
“It's more the man I fantasized about is the issue,” Sanji grumbled out, hiding his gaze as he ate his guilt-ridden food.
“Oh, someone you know? One of your crew?” Ivankov asked. “I mean- pirates do get quite close, and there are a lot of moments alone at sea. Being with a man at sea doesn't take away your attraction to women in the slightest.” Ivankov said with a shrug.
“I hate him, a lot- he's just a stupid Moss-Head, who's aggressive and angry and lazy.” Sanji said bitterly. “We don't get along.”
“You've survived this long with him,” Ivankov said. “You're pirates, and when pirates hate each other on a crew- one of them ends up dead within a week. You don't hate him, Sanji. You may not love him, but it's definitely not hate.” Ivankov explained. “I bet that rivarly is a fun dynamic in bed, would it not?” Ivankov laughed.
Sanji blushed and glared at Ivankov. “I'm done having this conversation with you! Yes we're rivals, and that's it!”
Ivankov laughed and grinned wide. “Oh you're so fun to mess with. I'm glad Kuma sent you my way. Enjoy eating your guilt, Sanji.” Ivankov waved at Sanji as they left.
Sanji sat and ate his food, feeling the guilt rushing back. Feeling mixed emotions about Zoro. Ivankov was right, he didn't hate Zoro- he had so much respect for the man. So muchr espect he didn't even know what to do with it.