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Looking nervous as he walked on the edge of the port next to the well-dressed traders, Pelt did his best to blend into the grime and filth as he looked around for a ship. The port was full of ships already, and some people gave him odd glances, and a few well used women waved him over, but Pelt knew exactly which ship and what person he was looking for. A few guards gave him a once over as he passed, but thankfully Pelt could still pass for an urchin without looking shifty. "Pelt, there you are me' boy!"

Pelt jumped as a sharply dressed captain approached him, an assortment of golden baubles hung off of his chest for his sailing, and from the apparent jingle of his steps he was obviously well off. "C... captain!" he yipped meekly, afraid that some guard may approach them and haul the pair off, but from the way the guards seemed to purposely ignoring them they must've been paid off. "Were you looking for me?"

"Nah!" the captain laughed, he swung his arm around the young man's shoulder and pulled him in tight as they tromped through the dock in the direction that Pelt had just come from. "It looks like your crewmates forgot to lay off the grog last night, and they're all shitfaced as they come!" Even though the captain's voice was as chipper as they came, his eyes showed differently as they glinted dangerously. "We've gotta wake them up before we set off, else we might not have a crew!"

Next to Captain Ross, Pelt was but a mere child. Captain Ross was an insane seven foot five, and even then he didn't seem to be slowed down by anything. Pelt was six five and even then he looked like a stick as he had just joined Ross' crew. The day prior was the first day that Pelt had met his captain, and it had been on a whim as Ross was well off in his current apprenticeship. He had been apprenticed to the best blacksmith in the city, and if he had stayed where he was he would've inherited the shop and the profits that came with it.

Rather though, Pelt had heard rumors of a pirate crew that had set up port in the city to recruit some new crewmembers. This wasn't anything new as a lot of pirates did it, but they were usually caught within a day as the royal navy was striking down hard on piracy. The difference in this situation was the ship that was sailing wasn't any regular pirates ship, but instead The Water's Savior. An odd name to be sure, and at first when the name arose everyone thought it was a joke, but the pirates on board became well known for not only plundering, but aiding the navy in skirmishes with the Spanish fleet.

It didn't take long for the ship's captain to be called in to have a conversation with the queen herself, and the pirate crew became the first known pirate to befriend the queen, and royal pirate ship. Though the plundering wasn't encouraged, and often the navy would attack the ship, but there was a sort of rivalry that stayed friendly.

Pelt had thought about ignoring the posters hanging around asking for new recruits, but when his master had gone on his sixth alcohol binge of the week Pelt decided he had enough and went to the pirates' interview. He was shocked at how courteous the captain was, and how pleasant his crew was besides the occasional red faced shenanigans of the bar. Pelt had explained how he was a blacksmith's apprentice, and upon telling the captain that he was informed that they had a smith's station on their ship without a smith, and within the hour he had been invited into their crew.

Now as the captain tromped through the rubbish of the streets, Pelt couldn't help but admire the aura of elegance that the captain had despite being a pirate. They approached the bar they had met at the previous night, and opening the door the captain took the lead and slipped past Pelt without pushing him out of the way. "Where are they?" he asked the bartender, from the look on the bartender's face Pelt had the feeling this wasn't the first time they had been late to take off.

"The back, they decided to take a few prostitutes back there so you may want to warn them before you walk in, Captain," the bartender said with respect, Pelt was still surprised at how everyone treated the huge man with such admiration.

The captain nodded in acknowledgment of the fact before walking towards the back, and walking up to the door knocking with what looked to be a light hand, but with the power of the knocks Pelt swore that he must've been punching it. "Get up you scallywags, we're to be off within an hour and you're all lying with whores?!" the captain roared, inside there was some shouting and after a moment the door swung open allowing the crew to come pouring out in droves. Pelt found himself being dragged along behind the captain as they rushed back to the port, but as he turned his head back he swore that he saw men coming out of the room behind them.

***

The ropes were pulled tight releasing the large sails on the beautiful ship, and the smells of the ocean were strong as the men ran around deck preparing to take off from the port. The captain was finishing up trading money between hands with the men of the port making promises to bring back special "acquisitions", and all Pelt could do was sit back on a crate and watch while waiting. There was a slight uncomfortableness to being on a pirate's crew, and especially so when you're the newest guy. "Hey, Scallop," one of the crew members shouted out to him.

"Scallop?" Pelt asked, curious about the nickname.

"Yeah, we give all the new guys a nickname until we can give 'em a real pirates name," the pirate sneered, he then gestured to come over which Pelt did. "I need you to tie this rope in a tight knot, if you can't do this then you should probably get off now," the pirate stated, his words and eyes were both blunt.

Pelt gulped, he realized what the rope was attached to immediately. He glanced up the length of the rope and that it was tied to the main mast, and if it were to come unknotted it would likely throw the mast out of balance. "Okay," he muttered to himself, "you can do this..." The rope was wet and stiff from the sea salt, and it was obvious from the nearby opened barrel of ale that the pirate had dipped it in to make it harder, but he wasn't going to complain as he painstakingly tied it into a knot. Once... twice... three times he knotted it until it looked to be competently tied. "There," he said, gesturing towards the knot.

The pirate looked it over, and pulled on it with all of his strength. For a moment Pelt's heart stopped as he sure with his nimble hands that the pirate would unknot it, but it held. The pirate looked annoyed that it held, but just shrugged as he turned away. "Looks like you're good to stay... Scallop."

The pirate walked right past the captain nonchalant, but Pelt noticed that even though the captain had been off the ship the whole time the pirate had been giving him trouble the captain still gave the crew member a chilling glare before his eyes lighting up again as he approached the young man. "Mister Pelt, I do believe you're ready to meet your new workstation."

"Yes, Captain," Pelt nodded, feeling excited that he would be able to make swords for pirates, and that he may very well be able to wield his very own weapons. Captain Ross motioned for him to follow behind, and with how immaculate the ship was Pelt couldn't help but feel shabby in his clothing taken from the blacksmiths.

All of the pirates were dressed in gown that would even make a lord or two feel shabby, Pelt was getting a grasp of how much gold the crew must really get. Though he had to wonder how they had a smith's station on board as it would be a detriment to the ship's strength, but the ship didn't seem to realize that as near the middle of the ship was a grand smith's station. Lining it were boxes of gold, silver, and iron bars that would be sure to make wonderful pieces of equipment. The furnace was hot and ready to go, and the room seemed to be made of a special iron itself that absorbed the heat rather than letting it warp the wood. "How does the iron not super heat?" Pelt asked the captain.

Captain Ross smirked before motioning to follow him, and around the furnace they went to another room made of the same metal. Jutting out of the wall of the workshop was a metal bar that sunk right into the floor. "This metal pole sinks into the water and cools down the metal, and it also serves as a pump if you'll notice right here." Connected to the pole was a spigot, and upon turning the nozzle a jet of water came out.

"Wow..." Pelt muttered, he was astonished at the quality of everything. "This ship is truly a wonder."

"I'm glad that you enjoy the ship, for this is your new home, Mister Pelt." The captain smirked as he looked at Pelt's awestruck gaze. "Your room is just through that door," Captain Ross said, gesturing to a door set in the opposite wall. "I know that you've likely put off sleeping, and taking a nap until nightfall will give us time to break from port and have food ready."

"Thank you, Captain Ross," Pelt said, he felt an immense amount of gratitude. He didn't realize until now how much he had wanted to escape from regular life, and the tedium of being on shore as a blacksmith.

"No thanks be necessary, Mister Pelt," the captain said, but as he turned away his eyes glistened with a cruel light as he walked away. "You'll be giving up the rest of your life to us anyways, so enjoy your rest..."

Pelt opened the door, and gawked at the room inside. It was a spacey room, and decorating the walls were a wide variety of diagrams for different weapons. He noticed a lack of armor, but that must be because there wouldn't be need of that as he'd trained himself how to make armor from a young age. The young man slid into a hammock hanging a foot off the floor and got used to the sway of the ship, he was shocked at how well he'd gotten used to the movement of the ocean.

"It's like that old song..." Pelt muttered to himself, "A pirate's life for me..." he muttered, closing his eyes he couldn't help but imagine his life as a swashbuckling pirate. Though he had to admit that the idea of fighting other men was a tad bit repugnant, and other than fighting dummies he may just hold off on fighting other humans. As he fell asleep a vivid dream came to mind, and a horrific looking man creature appeared in his mind's eye.

"You must leave!" it shouted at him, the creature rushed him and from the way it was dressed Pelt realized that it was dressed in the clothing of the crew. "You must leave before the ship reveals its true form, or else you shall change!"

"Change into what?" Pelt asked it, he was feeling slightly put off by the whole situation.

"Into me! Into this form, and you shall change... change into something much crueler!" the creature implored, it appeared to be like a snake, except his upper body resembled that of a human's.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Pelt said, brushing the hands off of his dream self. "The inhabitants of this ship have been nothing but kind to me."

"It's a ploy!" the creature shouted, it was becoming angry with him. "They're awful creatures that are evil to the bone, and all they wish is to kill! Kill, and trick humans like yourself! Please lea..." the dream suddenly ended as a cold draft blew through Pelt's room.

Now awake, Pelt pulled himself out of the hammock and looked out the window realizing that he'd left it open. "I'd better close that before I get a chill..." Pelt muttered, sliding the window shut he realized that the sun was sinking below the ocean waves and he could no longer hear the life of the port.

There was something nagging at Pelt about his sleep, but he couldn't remember the dream from before. It was a blur more than anything, and all he could think was that his imagination must be running wild. Up the stairs the young man walked, noticing that the crew was absent from below deck. On deck there were a few crew members playing card games, but all of the life on the ship seemed to be coming from within the food hall, and sure enough when Pelt walked in there was already a barrel of ale opened and being served to everyone as the food started pouring out of the kitchen. "Mister Pelt, I'm glad to see that you're awake!" Captain Ross roared over the noise, among the people on shore he was easy to see, but all of the crew seemed abnormally tall leaving the captain just another person amongst the crowd.

The captain could see the new man though and so grabbed him from within the throng of the pirates and dragged him in with a cheery clap on the back, it stung where the large man swatted. "The food smells fantastic!" Pelt had to shout over the clamor of the crew, but the captain could hear well enough.

"Yes, that'll be our own Mister Adder! He's the one who you met earlier who tugged your cord, he was taking a nap earlier just before you woke up, and I had to give him a nice whack to wake him up!" the captain laughed, but there was something in his eyes that startled Pelt. The captain's eyes were far colder than even the cruelest man, and from the way his eyes settled on Pelt it felt as if something were his fault.

Pelt grunted as he was pushed onto a pew in the food hall and he was given a plate full of savory meat. "Eat up, Mister Pelt! I have to go talk with my First Mate, but when I'm done we shall dine together!" the captain roared over the crowd, he clapped Pelt's shoulder once more leaving the stinging sensation again.

"Scallop!" A low hiss in front of Pelt making him look up from his food, it was the man from before... Adder. His eyes were sharp as he quickly motioned for Pelt to follow as he kept glancing over his shoulder. "Come on!" he said sharply.

There was a moment of hesitance from Pelt as he didn't trust the man as he tried to get him kicked off, but he followed anyways as he wanted to learn why this man didn't like him. Pelt followed close behind Adder who kept glancing over his shoulder, and soon enough he led the other man into the kitchen. Unlike the cleanliness of everything else, the kitchen seemed a mess which fit Adder's rougher appearance. "You didn't get the chance to leave..." Adder moaned, he rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"What are you talking about? Is this about that stupid game you pulled earlier?" Pelt growled, he didn't find the game particularly amusing.

"The captain must've wiped the dream from your mind... he cut off our connection by waking me up..." Adder said, looking distraught as he bit his finger.

"What are you going on about?!" Pelt roared, he was tired of these games that the man was playing.

"You're trapped," Adder snapped, Pelt stepped back in confusion. "All of us who are on here are trapped, and we can't escape his spell."

"Spell?" Pelt questioned.

Adder nodded and rubbed his head, a bandana was wrapped around his hair as Pelt had seen many pirates do. "The captain is... something different. He's..." but before he could go any further his eyes glazed over for a moment before he grunted. "Let's go eat..." he muttered in a monotone.

It was curious, but Adder grabbed Pelt's shoulder in a tight grip and pushed him towards the door and out it. The crew had quieted down, and Pelt couldn't help but feel nervous as everyone looked at him. Adder led him back to his pew where his food laid untouched, and sat down next to him. "Good try, Mister Adder," the captain said with a wicked smirk.

Pelt realized that something was wrong as he felt Adder's hand on his shoulder still, and it was keeping him in place as the captain chuckled to himself. "Another little human dragged in here, and once again you tried to pull him out of my grasp, Mister Adder. What you forget though is that my control is absolute, and I'm always listening..."

The crew was completely quiet, and as Pelt looked around he realized that all of them had the same eerie glazed over look. "C... Captain Rolf... what's happening?" he asked, nervous sweat forming on his forehead.

"Your initiation, Mister Pelt. Though I'll admit that Mister Adder very nearly ruined it..." The captain's words were no longer filled with the joyfulness that Pelt had grown to know, instead it dripped with a coldness that Pelt didn't want to hear anymore. He tried to stand, but Adder's hand was too strong for him to stand.

The dream started to come alive again in Pelt's head as the captain decided to drop the suppression effect. He remembered what the creature looked like... and he realized that it had been Adder from what he had been saying. "You... make the crew into creatures?"

"Not creatures, Mister Pelt. Nagas, handsome sexy nagas..." the captain hissed, this time it was a literal hiss as his tongue escaped his mouth looking particularly forked. "Mister Pelt, you see I am a great naga from my own home country. One that no man has seen and not been changed, and as a great naga it's my great pleasure to change men into nagas like myself. I lure human men like yourself in, and I change them into nagas. The best thing about being a naga is how brutally cruel a pirate can be to a human, and feel no remorse!" The captain roared in laughter, and as he did so the ensemble that he had on started to fade away revealing a snake like body with nothing but a vest on his chest and no pants revealing his long red body.

"You're... a monster..." Pelt said, but all that got was a laugh from the captain and a few of the crew members as they started to change as well. In fact not only were the men changing, but the ship itself was changing.

"Monsters are we?" one of the crew members asked.

"Indeed we are, but soon you shall be one as well," another chipped in, they all seemed to be enjoying the change as they changed.

"Indeed," a voice beside Pelt said, he turned in shock to see Adder changing into a brown naga with black diamond's rolling down his back. "I'm finally free of human emotion..." he chuckled, his body coiled around Pelt pulling him in tight until they were close together.

"Adder, I'm sure that you know that your human half desperately tried to aid, Mister Pelt, here into escaping," the captain said, his emerald eyes flashing dangerously.

"Yes, Captain Cobra," the naga said, he seemed slightly ashamed of himself as he continued to stare into Pelt's eyes. The young man felt dazed as he looked into the eyes, and he didn't realized that the naga was tearing off his shirt slowly baring his shoulder.

The captain's hood flared out revealing a black pattern on the inside, and he just continued to smile as he stared at the pair. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind my giving him to you as punishment for your human's behavior?"

"Captain, to have such a sexy man as my mate..." Adder breathed in deep Pelt's scent, "would be an honor..."

"Very well then, have at it then," the captain chuckled, as he turned away the ship finished revealing itself as a very dirty ship full of discarded bones on the ground of previous meals.

"Yes sir," Adder said, he then leaned in and sank his teeth into Pelt's shoulder, and the human shuddered in pain as the naga's venom spread fast.

"W... why...?" Pelt choked out, the pain was astonishing but the effect was fast acting as he watched black scales sliding out from where he was bitten. It was like a ripple across a pond as the scales spread quickly, muscles seeming to become more prominent as the scales of a snake became part of his skin.

"My human half believes this is... torture, but when we turn back into our naga form..." Adder explained, he licked his lips as he savored the human flavor. "I realize how fantastic it feels to be such a handsome creature..."

Pelt spasmed as he felt the naga's venom course through his veins, and even through all of the pain he felt elation rising as a new part of himself was born from the bite. A naga was being born inside of him, and it was excited to come to life. Pelt wanted to be disgusted, and he wanted to get away, but as Adder stared at him he felt himself grow aroused as he looked into the naga's eyes. The feeling of fear subsided as Adder leaned in and kissed him on the lips, and through there was a burning sensation on his lips as the poison transferred into his mouth he smiled as scales started sliding across his growing mouth. Fangs grew from his mouth, and on his hands sharp claws grew that could cleave through wood with ease.

It was an addictive feeling to change into the form that his captain had gifted him, and it didn't take a genius to know that it would be a wonderful life as a naga. His new mate ripped off his pants and shoes revealing his well grown length. "Gorgeous, though I'm far more excited to see a sharper one poking out of a slit..." Adder chuckled, Pelt had to agree even through his spasms.

A light white trail of scales covered Pelt's lower side as he stripped from his human garments, and Pelt moaned as his legs started to fuse together. Scales moving down his thighs as the flesh between the appendages fused, and he watched as his feet squished down to become the tip of the tail. His body extended as his muscles grew into his new growing tail, and Pelt had never felt more handsome as his body became that of a naga's.

"Mamba..." Adder whispered. "A much better fitting name for one as handsome as you."

"Mamba," the new naga repeated, it had an electrical charge to it and another name would never have felt as right.

The captain handed Adder a bandana and shirt which he slipped onto his mate, and as he leaned against Mamba he felt a bulge sticking against his scales. "I see you're excited," he chuckled, looking at the now slitted arousal.

"I see why we don't need armor," Mamba chuckled, more to himself than anything. No longer did the idea of fighting seem repugnant, and to fight for his handsome captain would be his greatest joy. The naga's irises changed from a blue color into a startling white, and Adder couldn't help but grow aroused himself.

"Let us bed for tonight, you can start smithing tomorrow," he chuckled, pressing against his new mate the two nagas coiled up for a moment before slithering out of the food hall as the other nagas awoke.

Captain Cobra smiled as he watched the pair slither out, and he set his hand on the sword set at his waist. "A night of sex, and a morning full of bloodshed..." he looked out at the navy ship far in the distance, "truly a grand combination. Perhaps we can pick a few recruits off of there as well... I'm sure his majesty the king won't mind," he laughed, causing the rest of the nagas to laugh as they went off to their individual rooms to party in their own fashion.

***

The crew walked into the tavern and Mamba chuckled as the captain worked his magic on the bartender, and the crew each picked their own man from the bar. He had been with the crew for a year now, and he found out how amazing it was to be a naga. With his growing abilities he was able to entrance any man into doing what he wanted, and as he found a handsome young man who looked as he used to Mamba couldn't resist entrancing the cute guy. It reminded him of the time he entranced a princess before he used his bite to turn the damsel into a handsome prince that didn't hold back on bucking into his butt.

Dragging the man into the back, Mamba knew that what had happened to him was an act set up by the Captain. He hadn't been angry at all, and even though Mamba felt different as a human he would never bother going back to the human lifestyle.

Adder had settled down now that he had Mamba as a mate, and according to the captain a bit of prodding from him helped as well. Mamba loved what he did, and as he turned into a naga there was a moment of fear in the man's eyes but it faded as he bit into the young man's shoulder. There was the taste of human, and he watched as the young man became aroused as he once did being bitten by Adder.

The "prostitute" would be in bliss as he changed into a naga, and the captain would give him a name just as he did to Mamba once. Turning the young man over, he ripped off his pants and went to work as he had done with several other men with glee. The young man's ass cheeks slowly bubbled out as snake scales poured out where his cock plunged in, and Mamba couldn't be happier as he dug into the fresh cut of meat.

As Mamba went at it, he felt a hand stroke his back as something pressed against his own hole. "Aren't you supposed to be helping captain?" he asked, smirking as he felt his hole get lubed up with pre. The man underneath him groaned as his cock throbbed in its new slit, and his eyes opened up to reveal two reddening slits. His tongue forked out to taste the air, and he shivered in happiness as pre dripped off of his changing penis.

"Captain Cobra has plenty of help... but I don't see anyone filling your hole..." Adder chuckled, and as he started to dig in Mamba remembered the main reason he loved being a naga. He had Adder, and human or not, Adder loved him and he loved Adder.