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The tavern was heaving, smoke filled the air from dozens of pipes and leaked in gusts from the cracked stones of the hearth that filled one end of the tap room. Every table was full, every chair and stool, and the bar was lined three deep. Rough clothes and faded finery was in abundance. It was the sort of place were people's belts could be a length of tar smeared rope as often as lengths of leather, holding up ragged trousers, smooth oiled leather and deerskin. Sashes, shirts, tunics and over-coats covered people's chests. They hid daggers and brass knuckles or held up openly worn cutlasses or swords. It was an eclectic crowd but they all had one thing in common. Furred or scaled, male or female. They had the salt in their blood, on their tongue, the call of the sea in their hearts. Each one was a sailor.

The Deep Bottom was Orel's favourite tavern in the city. The room was full of smoke and the sailors drank and played without any of the stuffiness of the more refined inns where officers drank and slept. He was captain of the Naralan but he eschewed the foppish manner of his fellow captains, this place suited him just fine. A quiet table in one corner was playing dice, a rowdy bunch were arm-wrestling at another. Ale was flowing, coin was changing hands and Orel had already sold everything he'd brought in with him. He'd made a tidy profit, his pipe was full, his ale tankard brimming, it was good to be back on shore, though he'd want to leave with the morning tide.

Pulling his pipe out of his mouth Orel leant across and nudged his first mate with his elbow. Jormungandr looked up, the cobra hooded naga set down his tankard and glanced at his captain. He was a fun snake, all silver and dusted purple scales. Brash, confident, energetic, they had been together since Orel acquired the Naralan. He was wearing a green and yellow striped shirt and a yellow bandana wrapped about his head. To look at him carousing one would assume he was drunk, merry, too far gone to think straight. It was all a sham, his slit amber eyes were clear and sharp as his head turned to the rat.

"We ready to sail?" Orel asked, leaning closer to be heard, adjusting his felt hat, the tails of the bandana wrapped about his head falling over one shoulder, "I want to get the morning tide."

Jormy showed his fangs, snake tongue tasting the air, "Ship's stocked, Ren is getting the crew, when we're done here everyone should be aboard."

Nodding his head, Orel downed half of his tankard and glanced around the tavern. He could see a couple of his crew, a few sailors he knew but there was someone else. He had been feeling eyes on him most of the night, someone watching him. It was making the thick trail of dark brown fur that stood up between his ears and ran down his spine prickle. Lifting his tankard the rat took a long pull, letting his eyes roam the room of rowdy sailors. Someone... there... no, they were from the Treather they'd not fuck with Naralan crew. Ah by the bar, Orel's eyes met the bright curious gaze of the exotic blue furred fox working the bar. The boy jerked backwards as soon as he realised Orel was looking and scurried along the bar to serve someone else.

Banging down his empty tankard the rat swayed to his feet. A quick tweak of his hat and he strode toward the bar. His gait rolled, the ground still weird beneath his feet after so long at sea. It wasn't his walk that cleared him a space at the bar, three of his crew reached the bar ahead of him and cleared a space. Roin was an orc, Sand and Freik were kobolds, each man an excellent sailors and loyal to Orel. After one look at them the sailors who might have protested at being pushed aside decided not to make a fuss. Slapping Roin on the shoulder in thanks, Orel leant on the bar and waited, a lazy grin creeping over his whiskered muzzle.

He didn't have long to wait, the blue fox turned around, full tankards held in his hands. He gave a start when he saw Orel watching. He then darted sideways to deliver his order. After dumping the coins he was given in the box chained behind the bar he made as if to move off. Orel nodded at him and Sand reached out a clawed paw and grabbed him by the sleeve of his plain tunic.

"Captain Orel is next," he hissed in a deep yappy voice, the fox gestured at the waiting bar but the kobold tightened his grip, "Captain first."

The fox made his way over to Orel and stood before him, nervously fiddling with his apron. He was even more exotic then he'd thought now he could see him up close. His blue fur was light and fine and his underbelly was a fluffy white. He also had a shock of golden hair crowning his head in a thick tumble of locks that almost buried his pointed vulpine ears.

"What, would you like Captain?" he asked nervously, looking everywhere but Orel's eyes. The rat laughed and reached out to grip his chin, forcing the fox's head back so he was looking at him. Orel ordered a tankard of ale for himself and his crew, then let him go. He scampered off nervously and the rat watched the fox as he chatted with his men, making sure they knew they had to be back onboard before the tide.

They assured him they'd leave when he did. The tavern was loud, busy, full of people and the space behind the bar was full with at least four other staff. But despite the jostling crowd and the busy work the fox keep shooting glances in Orel's direction. Up close the rat could see the boy was enamoured by him, with a soft grin and a squeak Orel issued some orders to Roin and the kobolds. He then took his fresh tankard off the fox and thanked him with his finest, cheekiest ratty grin.

Strolling back over to Jormungandr the rat captain leant his fists on the table and grinned at the snake, "I've seen a candidate for cabin boy," the rat's grin grew wider as Jormy turned to look at him and smiled, "Sand and Freik are just making arrangements, want to help or shall I ask Roin?"

The cobra hissed in appreciation and set his tankard down, "Where shall I wait?"

"Out back, give me five minutes and I'll be along, this'll be fun," Orel squeaked, sliding into his seat. Jormy laughed and nodded slithering off, pushing his way through the crowd as he headed for the door. Not many people got in the way of the massive snake. He had a way of sliding through an empty patch that just seemed to open around him in any crowd. No one wanted to risk pissing off such a big, well muscled snake man by standing on his tail.

Settling down Orel sipped at his tankard and waited, keeping a surreptitious eye on the blue fox. He was trying to make it less obvious but he kept looking in Orel's direction every time he got a spare moment. So he didn't see that Sand and Freik were talking quietly to the seedy mouse who owned the tavern. Some coins changed hands and the beige scaled kobolds headed back over to join Roin, waving at their captain as they passed that all was set. Orel raised his tankard to them and then emptied it and settled in to watch and wait.

The crowd flowed back and forth, the arm wrestling was getting heated. The dice game was still tumbling on stoically and sailors were spending their earnings and getting drunk. Just as he'd asked the tavern keeper collared the blue fox and gave him some sort of order. Orel didn't care what, all that mattered was that he headed out back of the tavern. As soon as he left the room Orel was on the move, pushing his way through the crowd to the door the fox had used. The rest of the bar staff eyed him warily as he moved behind the bar but none of them would say a word. Letting himself out back Orel found the tavern keeper waiting, nervously dry washing his hands as the big rat captain loomed above him.

"Lock the back door behind me," Orel ordered, "I do not expect to be disturbed."

"You're, not going to kill the boy are you?" the mouse asked with a nervous squeak, "I don't need any dead bodies out back of my place."

Orel snorted and thumped the mouse in the chest with the small pouch he'd pulled out of the faded green sash which was the only garment he wore across his torso, "No, I don't kill in this town, lock the door and hire yourself a new bar-wench, the fox is running away to sea."

"Oh," the mouse's worried frown turned into a huge grin as he made the pouch vanish, "Right, fine, always a pleasure to help with you boys," the mouse bobbed a short bow and waddled after Orel as he let himself out the back.

The door clicked shut behind him and the rat leant back against the rough wooden door and just observed his surroundings for a moment. The back of the tavern was mostly mud, rotten wooden barrels, a large trash heap and a narrow passage between buildings that led back out onto the street. The fox was busy shaking trash out of a large bucket onto the heap muttering under his breath as he worked. He was a fine specimen, not to tall, lanky and trim and his brush of a tail was blue furred and hitched up above his pert rump. With a malicious grin Orel took a step forward then darted across the alley as the fox turned. Knocking the bucket out of his hands Orel looped his arms around his and pulled them back, forcing him to bend backwards as he was held in the rat's powerful grip.

"I've felt your eyes on me all night fox, now you're going to tell me why or I am going to make sure they never find you."

"Please," the fox whispered, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just looking, you... all of you are just so cool. Leaving your homes, sailing the world... travelling to exotic places."

Tilting his head Orel squeaked, that wasn't the answer he'd been expecting. But he could work with it, releasing the fox's arms he spun him around and pressed his narrow snout up against his.

"So leave this dive, sign onto a boat and sail away, it's easy... join my boat," Orel drew back, watching the fox with a smirk, "It's not a bad birth."

For a second the fox hesitated then shook his head, "No, no I can't I don't know the first thing about sailing. And... I... I couldn't... I mean...."

Orel snorted and folded his arms, "Figures, scared little fox, well guess what, today is really your lucky day. My offer, isn't one you can refuse cabin boy."

"What..." Flinty squeaked, "You can't just take me, I... I have a job."

Orel smirked, "Is ok, I quit it for you," he pulled a dagger out from under his sash with one paw and then shook his flail out with the other, "So you're coming away to sea with me cabin boy."

Flinty ran, down the alley and toward the street as Orel had expected him too. With a flick of his wrist Orel's flail whipped around his tail, thin chains tangling around the fur. Digging his feet into the mud the rat's arm muscles strained and with a squeal and a squelch the fox went down, sprawling in the mud. Shaking his flail free Orel drew it back to his side and smirked as the fox looked up into the broad, slithering bulk of the naga.

Bright amber snake eyes met the fox's green ones and Jormungandr hissed quietly and gently swayed from side to side. The fox shook his head, attempted to look away from the snake's gaze but that really wasn't what he should have been paying attention too. Jormy slithered forward, powerful snake body flattening the fox to the ground. He held him down beneath his bulk, letting him squirm and mewl. Only when the fox's struggles weakened did the snake move off, tail writhing and coiling about the fox, pulling him out of the muck and squeezing the air out of him.

With the last of his breath the fox looked up into the snake's baleful gaze once again. He shuddered and passed out, head lolling backwards. Orel walked over and leant up to kiss Jormy on the snout, "Love to see you do that snake face, everyone always underestimates you."

Laughing the cobra nuzzled the rat's muzzle in return, "Flatterer, come on let's get this boy aboard the Naralan. I assume you want to break him in personally, what's its name anyway?"

Orel shrugged, "I never bothered to ask, he's mine now, so he'll wear whatever name I pick for him," turning Orel headed away from the tavern and toward the docks. Jormungandr followed, dragging the unconscious fox in his coils towards his new life. It'd be fun to see if this cabin boy would fit in or go the way of the last two Orel had picked for the post. They had both wound up mewling and squirming as they vanished inside Jormy's coils. His naga first mate could unhinge that jaw of his and send someone sliding on down to a sticky fate. Of course this fox might make the grade. If he did Jormy wouldn't mind too much, it would mean he had a new ship-mate to play with. Either way they'd both get to have some fun as would the rest of the crew, it was always neat breaking in a new cabin boy.

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Early morning sunshine washed across the deck of the Naralan as the ship caught the trade winds and raced west. The port was a good two hours behind now, the creak of sail-cloth and ropes a welcome counterpoint to the boom of waves crashing against the hull of his ship. Swaying in time to the ship's movements Orel took a deep breath of salt air and just revelled in being back at sea. Sea spray speckled his bare brown furred back and the wind made the tail of his bandana flow forwards across one shoulder. He'd dispensed with his sash as soon as the sun was up, it was warm enough to go bare chested and Orel loved the feel of the salty spray against his fur.

Overhead three hands finished setting the forward sail and the Naralan surged forwards, picking up speed. Several deckhands padded barefoot across the lower deck and Orel nodded to them. His Naralan was a twin masted cutter, sleek and fast with a crew of forty, split across three watches. Every one of them loyal to the captain, tied to him by the sea and the gifts Orel dispensed. Two thirds were rats like himself, the remainder exotic beasts like Sand and Freik. His kobold sailors had to he even rarer than his bosun.

The massive nine foot bulk of gnoll was holding the wheel nonchalantly in one big meaty paw as he regarded the crew. Technically this was his watch, but Orel liked to he on deck when they left a port. He'd let Ren get on with his job however. The bosun knew how to order the ship and he dressed as carelessly as Orel. Today he was in a burgundy shirt and matching trousers with a spotted kerchief tied around his neck.

"Orders captain?" Ren asked in his lilting, accented voice, "Big ocean, many places to visit."

Shaking his head the big brown rat shot his bosun a grin, "Lay in a course for Pelingra I am going to go see to the new cabin boy."

The gnoll smirked and nodded, "Ren want to play with him, he looked fun."

"You'll get your turn," Orel smiled and adjusted his bandana, "Captain's privilege means I get him first."

"Of course sir, you go play, Ren lay in course."

Climbing down into the bowels of the Naralan the big brown rat moved through the cargo hold and pulled open the iron grill that led down into the bilges. It was dank down there, musty and dark and his new cabin fox stirred as Orel hung up the lantern he'd brought down with him. The pale yellow light played over smooth wooden beams, bundles of tar-smeared caulking and murky bilge water. It also let the rat get a good look at his new prize. The fox had been stripped, his clothes handed out to the crew and then he'd been shackled to the bulkhead.

"Hello fox," reaching into a pocket Orel pulled out a length of shiny black metal and flexed it back and forth in his paws, "We're going to play a little game are you ready?"

"What do you want! Why did you take me and why am I naked?"

Orel laughed and loomed over the fox, "I took you because you couldn't stop looking at me and because I could take you," moving closer he knelt down, forcing the fox back against the curving keel of his ship and smirked, "You are mine now little fox and you will soon learn your place on this ship or you'll never set foot on land again."

"You can't do this to me," the fox stammered, struggling to push the rat off him. With his arms shackled he couldn't fight back effectively however and he froze as Orel brought the strip of metal up and forced it around his neck. It bent perfectly and hissed as the two ends met and merged with a fur raising static spark of magic.

"I can do this to you fox," Orel hissed softly, "Question is... what are you going to do to keep your name?"

"Keep my name?" the fox's head came up and he stared at Orel, "My name is....." his muzzle screwed up, his tongue poked out between his teeth and a faint wheezing sound came out, "What did you do... why can't I say my name.... What did you..."

Orel laughed and sat back on a bundle of caulking, "It's simple cabin boy, until I speak a name or give you permission you don't have one," he smirked wider, "If you want to keep your name you're going to have to earn it or... I will give you a new name and that collar will make sure it's the only name you can ever speak."

"No..." the fox's paws came up and he tugged at his collar, causing his manacles to clank noisily, "You can't do this to me Captain, you can't it isn't right!"

"You forget," the rat leant forwards and squeaked, "My ship, there are no rules, no law but mine... now want to earn your name or going to keep objecting and last as long as my last cabin boy?"

"La... last cabin boy?" the fox asked nervously, leaning back, paw still tugging at his collar, "What happened to them..."

Opening his maw wide Orel let the fox get a good view of his pink maw then clicked his teeth together, "I fed him to my snake, you remember him right? Scaled, coils, squeezed you unconscious like a toy?"

"Yes," Flinty whispered quietly, "I remember him... what... what do I have to do?"

Leaning back Orel stroked his scruffy brown chin fur then thrust out his bare pink feet, wriggling his toes back and forth, "Get down and on all fours and lick my fleet clean, do a good job and I'll give you permission to speak your name and keep it."

The fox's eyes widened, and for a moment he was very still. Orel felt his grin spreading wider, already thinking up a suitably humiliating name for the fox. They always refused this first order, balked at... Orel's thoughts derailed as a hot, slimy tongue started to slide over his foot. Looking down he saw the fox had dropped to all fours and was lavishing the rat's left foot with his tongue. His eyes were half closed and there was a smile tugging at his vulpine muzzle as he worked his snout up under Orel's toes and went to town on licking and lapping at the bottom of his foot. Slowly and with growing eagerness the fox drew his muzzle back, tongue sliding up to play between his toes. He was meticulous in his detail and as Orel watched this subservient little fox switched to his other foot. The rat captain also noticed just how excited his new cabin boy was getting, naked as he was there was no way for him to hide his thickening dick.

His musk was displacing the vile stink of bilge water and with a sort chuckle Orel slithered his powerful tail under the fox and coiled the tip around the base of his dick. The blue furred slut shuddered in delight but carried on. He closed his lips around Orel's toes and started to suck on them, lavishing them with attention from his tongue as Orel tugged and squeezed his cock with his tail. Laughing warmly Orel stroked the fox's ears and whispered, "You may speak your name fox."

Lifting his head from the rats big pink toes the fox blushed beneath his fur and smiled shyly, "I'm Flinty... Captain..."

"Then I name you Flinty," Orel whispered, imbuing his words with the hint of magic needed to activate the ebony collar. It glistened for a moment, red letters spelling the fox's name etching themselves into the metal. Flinty squealed and fell sideways tail twitching as the collar contracted, the soft inner surface of oiled leather bonding itself to his neck muscles. It didn't take long and the red letters faded leaving his name etched almost unnoticeably into the metal.

What was very noticeable was the way the collar now flexed and moved as if it was part of him, sealed and merged to his neck, a part of him. Smiling Orel reached down and tugged Flinty's head back and smirked down at the fox, "Good boy, now I don't think you're done."

Stretching his legs back out Orel wriggled his toes, inviting the fox to resume suckling, licking and worshipping his toes. Relaxing back against the keel Orel squeaked in delight, slowly unlacing his trousers, fishing out his large rodent balls and thickening sheath. His tail continued to tug and tease Flinty's shaft as Orel stroked his paw along his sheath, tugging it back and encouraging his cock to slip free. Panting, grinning in anticipation the rat used his feet to tug Flinty's head up toward him. He obeyed, lifting his head and when his eyes fell on the long, hard rat shaft being aimed at him from between Orel's legs he hesitated, blushing deeply.

"Get to work cabin boy, clean the Captain's pole," Orel ordered, tugging Flinty toward his dick. The fox hesitated for just a moment longer then moved closer, his skilled tongue flicked out, stroking along the underside of his cock. Orel squeaked and grinned encouragingly at Flinty as he engulfed his dick, slowly sucking him down into his maw. Lifting his legs Orel wrapped his toes around the fox's cock, tug tugging on the swollen knot at the base of his heavy thick shaft. Flinty moaned deeply and sucked harder on Orel's cock, leaving the rat squirming, his fox knew what he was doing.

"Good boy," Orel growled, gripping the fox's ears, holding Flinty's nose against his thick crotch fur. He rolled his hips to rub his dick against his cabin boy's tongue and push his dick into his throat. He made a choking sound and squirmed but Orel kept his dick in place, enjoying the tight hold of the fox's throat. He pulled back after about ten seconds, letting Flinty breathe down a lungful of musk scented air through his nose as the rat played and teased with the fox's cock with his feet.

Looking down at his new toy, rolling his hips, thrusting in and out of that tight maw Orel admired the subtle change starting to spread down the fox's spine. With each slurping, teasing lick the fox's fur was changing. A ridge of thicker fur was pushing up from the nape of his neck, trailing along his spine all the way down to the base of his tail. The ridge of fur was growing lighter, fading from blue to rich blonde. Orel smirked quietly as he rolled his hips, panting heavily as he drove closer to orgasm. He could feel the familiar tightness in his balls, the cresting wave of pleasure rising through him.

His fox seemed to be enjoying it, his collar was squeezing tightly against his neck as the ridge of thick blonde fur spread. He moaned around Orel's cock and coated the captain's feet in thick slimy fox cum. Orel gasped as Flinty sucked harder on his shaft, he was really good. Throwing his head back the rat fed Flinty a rich, surging, sticky mess of rat cum. Gulping around his dick the fox swallowed and Orel teased and pawed his feet against the pulsing cock of his fox boy, slowly but surely coaxing them both down from their respective orgasmic high.

Squirming against the bulkheads Orel smirked, stroking Flinty's ears, watching the fox's crest of blonde fur start to fade slightly. He had never had a potential cabin boy submit straight away before, this would be fun. Pulling his feet up the rat pushed Flinty's head down, "Clean them fox," he ordered and Flinty obediently lowered his head and started to lick his toes and feet clean of fox cum. Laughing softly to himself the rat wriggled his toes and once the fox was done he stood up, he then took a moment to unlock Flinty's shackles.

"Good boy, as an extra reward I give you free reign of the bilges," Orel laughed then pulled himself up out of the bilges taking his lantern with him. He then lowered the hatch back down, bolting it in place, "Be good fox, and welcoming to my crew, if you're really good you might earn a bunk in the forecastle," chuckling to himself the big rat moved off, leaving Flinty in the dark and dank bilges of his new home the Naralan.

~fin