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Buggy enters a cocoon every five years, remaining inside for about two weeks.

It is a natural trait of his monster species—a necessary process that allows his body to renew itself. Depending on his surroundings, emotional state, and age, both the cocoon and Buggy's appearance may change slightly. When he awakens, he may look older and more worn out, or, on the contrary, younger and feel much healthier. Of course, all of these changes remain within the limits of his actual age.

The older Buggy becomes, the larger his cocoon grows. In truth, it is less of a cocoon and more like a single enormous plant, as though countless vines had intertwined into one living organism.

When he was five years old, the cocoon was tiny—only about the size of his body.

At ten, it had grown to the size of a bed.

By fifteen, it occupied half of a small cabin.

His cocoons at the ages of five and ten were healthy.

From the age of ten onward, Buggy lived in a separate cabin so he could create his cocoon in peace. Normally, he and Shanks shared the same cabin, just as they had when Buggy was five, but as he grew older, so did the cocoon, and he needed more space.

He did all of this instinctively. At some point, an irresistible urge would appear, and he would simply go to create his cocoon.

At first, the adults had no idea what was happening and panicked. However, they never touched the cocoon because they knew absolutely nothing about Buggy's kind of monster. Since he always emerged perfectly fine after each cycle, they eventually accepted that this was simply how his species worked.

From time to time, Buggy asked each of the adults to visit his cabin just to sit with him and talk. Sometimes he would ask them to hold certain belongings so that the room and those objects would become filled with the presence of the people he cherished.

When the time came to create his cocoon, he carefully placed those items around himself. It helped both Buggy and the cocoon feel calmer and safer. The cocoon also became stronger, as though it absorbed not only Buggy's own energy but also the warmth of those closest to him.

This never harmed anyone around him. The cocoon only affected Buggy—it simply drew strength not only from within him but also from the comforting presence surrounding him.

Before falling fully asleep, Buggy always placed several plants and containers of water nearby. It made creating the cocoon easier and helped sustain it throughout the process.

The larger the cocoon became, the more spores it released while forming. Normally, they never spread beyond the room, although much depended on both the cocoon's size and the size of the room itself.

It was best not to enter while the cocoon was forming. The spores could make anyone who entered feel unwell. For Buggy's species, the cocoon was something deeply personal—almost sacred. No one was meant to enter unless absolutely necessary.

When Buggy turned fifteen, his cocoon was filled with bitterness.

The captain's illness, the crew's inevitable disbandment, and the struggles of adolescence all weighed heavily on him. His emotional and physical state shaped the cocoon just as much as the cocoon reflected him.

The following years, he spent alone.

Each new cocoon became worse than the last. Buggy felt increasingly lonely, and his emotional pain slowly began to consume his body. The renewal that was supposed to take place inside the cocoon no longer restored him—it did the exact opposite. He was like a flower slowly withering away, unknowingly bringing about his own end.

This continued until he was nearly forty years old.

By the time Buggy turned forty, he and Shanks had already reconciled, gotten married, and settled into a peaceful married life in their own home.

Uta visited them often, especially during the holidays. She had her own room there. In many ways, it was her home as well—she simply spent most of her time traveling and performing.

Their estate stretched across vast acres of land.

A long road led to the mansion long before the front gates came into view.

Pumpkins grew throughout the entire property, their long creeping vines spreading over nearly everything. Even the cemetery near the entrance had been completely overtaken by vegetation.

The vines climbed the mansion's outer walls and, in some places, even found their way inside.

Buggy could control any plant growing nearby. More than that, thanks to the endless network of vines covering his land, he could sense anyone who approached—or had already stepped onto—his property.

The mansion itself was mostly decorative.

Behind it stood a small, cozy house where the couple spent most of their time. Their vegetable garden lay nearby, and farther back, closer to the fence, stood a shed.

The little house felt much warmer and more comfortable. Sitting together by the fireplace there suited them far better. The mansion was simply too large for only two people.

Still, they often wandered inside it just for fun.

They played hide-and-seek.

They chased each other through its endless halls.

And Shanks' favorite pastime was making love practically anywhere he could. His favorite place, however, was the ceiling.

Sometimes Buggy grew tired and tried to hide from him somewhere inside the enormous mansion. Every time he thought he'd finally found the perfect hiding place...

– Found you.

More often than not, Shanks was already on the ceiling.

He moved across it without making a sound, like a true vampire. Well... he was a vampire. Still, he usually didn't behave like that—only inside their mansion, and only when he was with Buggy.

The high ceilings and dim light made him almost impossible to notice.

When Buggy turned forty, he began searching for a room where he could form his next cocoon.

He wandered through the mansion until he found a large, empty room.

He already knew that this time, the cocoon would need an enormous amount of space.

Shanks felt saddened by the thought that they would have to spend nearly two weeks apart. After twenty years of separation, even a single day away from each other felt unbearable to them both.

But he understood that it was necessary.

And he knew that Buggy would be safe inside the cocoon.

Especially because Shanks intended to stay in the mansion the entire time and guard it.

Not only because he could.

Not only because he wanted to.

But because he simply wasn't ready to lose sight of Buggy ever again.

So he planned to check on the cocoon at least three times a day.

When Buggy was a child, he never thought about what happened after the cocoon opened. Back then, everything was different. The first cocoons were small and healthy, while the later ones were filled with loneliness, anxiety, and pain. He had grown used to leaving them earlier than he was supposed to, barely noticing the consequences.

But this time, everything was completely different.

Buggy didn't know that once the cocoon opened, he wouldn't be able to leave it immediately. He hadn't been able to do so before either—that was normal. After the cocoon opened, he was supposed to stay inside for another two days, but Buggy usually came out on the first or second day, even though he was really supposed to remain until the third. This time, however, everything was different. The cocoon was filled with the powerful love shared between the lovers.

The cocoon slowly opened, releasing steam along with waves of warm air. Inside, it was stuffy, humid, and surprisingly warm.

Buggy breathed heavily.

Every movement took tremendous effort. His own body felt like melting jelly.

– What... is happening to me...? – he whispered so quietly that he could barely hear himself.

He tried to sit up, but his muscles trembled with weakness. A strange heat spread throughout his body, and his thoughts became tangled. The cocoon was filled with countless spores, and the air was hot and suffocating. He could barely move and felt that something wasn't right below, while there was far more slime than he usually experienced inside the cocoon.

He wanted only one thing—to close the cocoon again.

Two more days.

Just a little more silence.

Just a little more time to recover.

He raised his hand, trying to make the vines close around him once more, but his fingers twitched weakly.

...

Shanks sensed the change almost immediately.

The leaves growing from the enormous cocoon began to tremble ever so slightly.

– Already...? Finally...

He didn't hesitate for even a second.

He hurried upstairs and threw the door open.

The cocoon had opened.

– Buggy!

He was by his side in an instant.

His beloved lay before him, breathing deeply, his eyes half-open, his body covered in a thin layer of clear moisture after his long sleep. It looked as though he might drift back into a peaceful slumber at any moment.

– Don't come closer... – Buggy pleaded quietly, barely opening his eyes. – I... need some time...

Shanks stopped.

He knew the rules perfectly well.

After the cocoon opened, the Pumpkin King's body remained incredibly vulnerable.

– Alright... – he answered softly. – Then tell me what you need.

Buggy remained silent for a long while.

– Water...

Shanks disappeared for only a few seconds before returning with a large pitcher. He carefully helped Buggy drink, supporting his shoulders as gently as if he were made of fragile glass.

Only after several minutes did Buggy's breathing finally become steadier.

– Thank you...

Once again, he lifted his hand, trying to make the leaves close around the cocoon.

But Shanks wasn't ready to leave.

Two weeks...

For two endlessly long weeks, all he had done was come to check whether everything was alright.

Now Buggy was finally here.

Shanks looked at him with such overwhelming relief that he could barely hide his emotions.

– I missed you – he admitted almost in a whisper.

Buggy gave him a faint smile.

– I missed you too.

After coming to his senses a bit, Buggy still felt something was wrong. When he was able to move more or less normally, he touched himself and felt something there, alternately contracting and unclenching. It turned out that something normally closed had opened. Right after his testicles, his vagina had temporarily opened. This happens, but after about three days, after the cocoon opens, everything returns to normal and his hole tightens again. His vagina and uterus were in a state of arousal, and a strong desire not only for sex but also for procreation began to grow rapidly. Buggy tried to think with his head, wanting to close the cocoon and spend two days there alone, so that this would all pass quickly and his hole would heal, but for that to happen, he had to kick Shanks out.

Since all the energy was spent on the cocoon, many plants gave it all their energy and were therefore withered by the end, while those near the cocoon, or rather those that grew from it, were strong. However, when Buggy fully recovers and emerges from the cocoon, the cocoon itself will turn to dust within a week, and everything will have to be cleaned up...

Shanks noticed something was wrong.

Before him lay a naked Buggy, who for some reason had started breathing unevenly again.

Usually enter the cocoon naked, so Buggy being naked was normal, but in his memory, Buggy had come to his senses more quickly and, at most, been sleepy. He thought a lot of time had passed and a lot had changed, at least the cocoon was getting bigger, which was why Buggy was like this. But noticing Buggy covering his organs with his hand and trying to escape his arms, it slowly dawned on him what exactly was wrong with his beloved. Swallowing and composing himself, he leaned down to check on him.

Buggy tried to explain everything to him and asked him to leave him alone so he could come to his senses. Shanks wanted to listen, as touching Buggy's body right after emerging from the cocoon wasn't the best idea, as his body was slimy and weak. But he really wanted to. Buggy tried to close the cocoon again, hoping to spend another two days there peacefully, but Shanks didn't want to leave. Before him was his beloved man, naked, aroused, and covered in warm, probably sweet slime. How could he possibly leave after that‽

Buggy was too weak to resist; before he could even blink, Shanks was kissing and licking his lips, cheeks, and neck, slowly moving lower. Buggy was already chilled by the air in the room; it was stuffy, but the door to the room was also slightly open, making it cool and very awkward to do this in the open cocoon, so he covered the cocoon as best he could with the leaves he could still control. And in this semi-darkness, Shanks quickly reached his partner's highly aroused penis.

As soon as he touched the head of his partner's erect penis with his tongue, running his tongue down it and reaching the rapidly contracting vagina, he heard a sweet moan and could no longer contain himself. He sank his lips into Buggy's vaginal wrasse, thrust his tongue inside, and licked greedily. Buggy, too weak to even cover his mouth, could only moan and squirm slightly beneath Shanks. Not a minute had passed before Shanks, reluctantly releasing the sweet hole, was already rubbing his cock between Buggy's legs. He desperately wanted to be inside his lover. As soon as the head of his cock entered, Shanks felt himself enter easily, apparently due to arousal and the oozing fluid everywhere. It was so warm and wet inside that he couldn't control himself. Gritting his teeth and growling with excitement, he thrust all the way in one motion. Buggy's back arched, and a stifled moan caught in his throat. His tongue lolled out slightly, and he didn't even notice how he broke into a smile of pleasure.

Shanks felt Buggy's muscles clench and unclench around his cock, as if they were trying to suck him in even deeper and drain him dry. Before moving vigorously, Shanks moved closer to Buggy's face again and bit his neck, intertwining his palm with Buggy's. A thin stream of translucent liquid began to flow from his neck. A bittersweet, juice-like "blood" flowed from Buggy's neck.

Shanks loved to bite him. True, Buggy didn't always allow it, as his blood was sweet and harmful in large quantities. But Shanks didn't care about these restrictions; for him, it was pure pleasure.

Moving his hand to the back of Buggy's thigh, he began to move vigorously. Shanks tried to restrain himself so as not to inadvertently damage Buggy's now soft body, though it was difficult. Their moans filled the room, and the lewd slaps, made even louder by the slime, continued for the next hour.

After some time, Buggy was finally able to drive Shanks out and remained to rest and sleep in his cocoon for another three days.

By the third day, his body had strengthened, but the cocoon had begun to wither.

The only thing that hadn't disappeared was Buggy's sex drive, as had his uterus. His vagina hadn't yet healed, so when they returned home, he got dressed and ate, and Buggy almost immediately pounced on Shanks, determined to have a sex marathon.

Shanks is a vampire with a sweet tooth.

Buggy is the pumpkin king (he controls plants).

Uta is a vampire and wears pumpkin-themed clothes (you've seen the video of her in a Halloween costume, right?).

And I really like this family.

I think they need a separate #

#shuggyfamily

He was definitely banned from handling firearms, dissecting living or non-living things, and touching poisons. (Feel free to come up with more—I ran out of ideas here, but I'd love to see a much longer list.)

I also think Buggy smokes, just never in front of other people. (Imagine him hiding a pile of empty cigarette packs under his bed, while keeping a beautiful smoking pipe tucked away in his nightstand.)

Little Buggy, around three or four years old, runs toward a place where he could get hurt.

Rayleigh quickly picks him up and tries to explain:

What if spirits, yōkai, and other supernatural beings are naturally drawn to him?

And when they attack him, they're not actually trying to hurt him—they just want to play.

Imagine Shamrock's three-headed Cerberus charging straight toward Buggy at full speed, happily grabbing him and shaking him around like a favorite toy because it has grown attached to him. Meanwhile, Shanks is standing off to the side, watching with a disappointed look because it took him much longer to earn Cerberus's trust. (He's just jealous.)

(I originally wanted to write the opposite—that Shanks was the one who got along with Cerberus. But the more I thought about it, the easier it was to imagine Buggy naturally befriending spirits and people who aren't exactly "normal." I feel like Buggy understands the emotional side of both people and strange creatures much better than Shanks does. We've also been shown that Shanks isn't always the best at handling emotions. At least that's something I've seen many fans point out.)

But I just couldn't ignore this trend.

Artists and animators, if you have any advice, please give it to me, I would be happy to read about your personal experience.

No matter how hard he tries, Shanks always finds him. Until one day, Buggy decides to hide with the captain.

While the captain is sitting cross-legged on the floor, Buggy climbs into his lap and quietly asks:

"Captain... please hide me."

Hearing Shanks calling Buggy's name, Roger immediately understands what's going on. He simply lifts his cloak and hides Buggy underneath it, tucking him safely against his side.

Shanks: Captain, have you seen Buggy?

Roger: Nope. Try the treasure room. Maybe he's there... or in the kitchen.

Shanks: I already checked! He's not there! >:[

Roger: Did you look in the storage room?

Shanks: Of course!

Roger: Did you really look? It's a pretty big storage room.

Shanks hesitates for a moment before deciding to check the storage room—and every place Roger mentioned—one more time.

As soon as his footsteps fade away, Roger quietly whispers,

"...He's gone."

A relieved sigh comes from beneath the captain's cloak.

Roger sighs to himself, realizing that he probably needs to do something about this situation.

Little Buggy is like a kitten 🐱

And one day he slept and sleepwalked for so long that he made it all the way to Shanks's ship, snuck into his cabin without getting caught, and just stared at the sleeping Shanks.

Rayleigh doesn't mind, and neither does Shakky.

However, very few people know that Buggy is practically like a daughter to Rayleigh. Because of that, unpleasant rumors slowly begin to spread.

Hancock, who is also something like an adopted daughter to Rayleigh, hears those rumors while visiting Shakky.

Confused and upset, she heads straight to the bar.

1.

One summer day, ten-year-old Shanks and Buggy are lying in their tiny cabin, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and exhausted from the heat.

Shanks asks:

“What would you buy if you had a hundred million berries?”

Buggy thinks for a moment and starts talking about investments, financial planning, and big dreams for the future.

Then he notices the look in Shanks's eyes and simply sighs.

He's already accepted it.

At least Shanks is listening.

Or pretending to.

— Why do you have a hairpin in your hat?

— For emergencies.

— What kind of emergencies?

Can we talk about this?

We need to talk about this.

Every other kid around him:

— I want a sword! — I want a toy ship!

Buggy:

— I want a dishwasher.

— Why do you want a dishwasher? — Have you seen how many dishes are left after dinner?!

Then when he's twelve:

— Buggy, what do you want for your birthday? — A dishwasher. — You asked for one last year. — The situation hasn't changed.

Then at sixteen:

— A dishwasher. — Can you ask for something else? — Fine. Two dishwashers.

I can absolutely see him being the kind of kid who watches kitchen appliance commercials the same way other kids watch toy ads.

— This vegetable chopper can cut everything in five seconds?! — Where can I get one?! — Buggy, you're seven years old. — And?

It's even funnier imagining the Roger Pirates eventually noticing a pattern.

— What should we get Buggy? — Something useful. — Like what? — Well... last time he spent three weeks explaining the advantages of a mechanical grater.

And those old TV shopping commercials definitely didn't help.

"Are you tired of cutting vegetables by hand?" someone dramatically drops a tomato "Then you need the Super Mega Turbo Chopper 3000!" perfectly diced vegetables fly across the screen "But wait! Order now and you'll get a second one absolutely free!"

Meanwhile, little Buggy sits in front of the TV or radio, completely mesmerized.

I can easily imagine him writing letters like:

"Dear Santa,

Last year you completely ignored my request for a dishwasher.

I'm willing to give you a second chance.

I just imagined someone walking up to little Buggy and asking, "What do you want for the holidays?" and him replying, "A dishwasher."

Just a six-year-old kid whose dream gifts are a dishwasher, a blender, a clothes dryer, or a robot vacuum. Anything that would make life easier and more fun. I'm pretty sure that as he got older, he practically begged for a dishwasher, considering how many people there were on the ship and how much easier it would make everyone's lives.

I think they eventually bought one.