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The mid morning ocean breeze was pleasantly calm as Augustin stepped onto the deck of the Naked Maiden, the flagship of the Topless Pirates. Claire the mature half naked raccoon stood by, looking at him expectantly.

“What? Already regret coming aboard?" She teased and winked at him.

“No." He flashed her a small grin.

“Good. Just wait here for me." She told him. “I'll be right back."

“Got it." Augustin watched as the raccoon followed Holly and Augusta through a doorway. Once her ringed tail disappeared, a strong snowy white furred Alabai dog stepped outside and guarded the door as it closed. She was completely naked, but that only added to her imposing physique. Her belly and right leg had three parallel scars each as if someone had dumbly dared to attack her head on.

'She makes Claire look sweet and innocent.' The human turned around and scanned the docks as he felt the canine's intimidating gaze behind him. It was odd looking out from a ship rather than the shore. The scene wasn't as hectic and busy as it had been moments ago. Only a half dozen or so people were mulling around the docks. Most of the commotion came gulls crying noisily as they sought high perches on various ships.

'I wonder if anyone I knew saw me leaving my house this morning.' He silently wondered. The late morning had started quickly and his cheeks turned a subtle red as he thought about the three pirates intruding upon them while in bed.

'At least they didn't do anything to my home.' He felt lucky in a weird way. Augustin turned to look at the rest of the ship, away from the watchful white furred canine. He noticed two other men, dressed plainly like himself, and a third dressed more fancily talking to a pair of female pirates. The spotted leopardess casually chatted despite only wearing a pair of tattered shorts like Claire wore. The slim border collie standing beside her was fairly quiet by comparison; however, she wasn't phased talking to the three dressed men while completely naked.

'I guess they're haggling for a deal or something.' He was a little surprised that they'd trade on their ship like that while being docked. Maybe it involved something illegal. A female cattle dog was at the other side of the ship, swabbing a portion of the deck. She didn't seem to notice Augustin at all.

'Don't get distracted.' He told himself despite allowing his gaze to linger on the cattle dog's breasts as they naturally shook as she swabbed with a hunched posture. Although, he was already entwined with Claire which included whatever consequences that came along with that.

The door opened back up as the aforementioned raccoon pirate reemerged onto the deck. The Alabai canine stepped aside and meandered away as Augusta the jaguar stepped outside to smoke a cigar. Claire appeared to be in a good mood as she walked towards him.

“Everything ok?" He asked.

“Eh. Yeah the air is clear. Hopefully it'll stop any rumors from spreading."

“Rumors? Like what?"

“I'm not the only lady who has romance when docking." She offhandedly mentioned.

“Oh." He didn't know what to make of that.

“Carina does, but she'd never tell a soul about it."

“Who?"

“The Shiba Inu."

“Is it a big deal if the rest of your crew knows? Three of them already found us in bed this morning." Augustin felt his cheeks warm a little at the fresh memory.

“Like I told you earlier, I just wanted to say my side of the story first so there's little gossip."

“Y'all are so openly… you know." He gestured to her bare chest.

“A little bit of privacy is nice when you normally don't get that much on a ship at sea together."

“I wish we had gotten a little more privacy when we woke up." He admitted.

“Ah, we've got the whole day ahead of us." She winked. “But I can show you around some of the ship more properly now if you'd like." She offered and led him towards the bow.

“Are we going to end up in your room again?" He knew better.

“We'll save the fun for last." Claire grinned and placed a hand on his shoulder. “This'll be more proper."

“And you're sure it's okay for me to be here?"

“Yes, yes." She walked with him over to the other side of the ship. “I told you that it's fine so long as you are with me. I invited you onboard again, remember."

“Just want to make sure."

“You're fine as long as your eyes stare at me the most." She teased only to suddenly turn her head and stop. Augustin stopped half a step after Claire, and his eyes caught what had captured her attention. A spotted hyena and Australian shepherd were seated at the apex of the bow, but the former was nearly hunched over the latter. She was purposefully rubbing both of the other naked lass's stiffly aroused nipples, while whispering into her ear. He couldn't hear what was spoken, but the words were very intimate given how flushed the shepherd gal appeared. Her legs were parted wide, revealing her womanhood to the hyena, and she already appeared matted and wet.

“Mmmm!" The canine bit her lip to muffle a soft moan. Claire was quick to pull Augustin away and walk back before either pirate noticed their presence.

“Speaking of privacy, I didn't expect Emilia and Rebecca to be there." The raccoon admitted once they were beyond earshot of the two love makers.

“Is that… normal for them?"

“I don't even think they like men anymore." She muttered.

“Wow." He didn't know how else to respond.

“Almost all of us aren't like that." She reassured him.

“I know you aren't."

“Hah. I would've guessed you hit your head this morning if you hadn't figured that out." She giggled. “Let's start with the galley instead." Claire suggested. “Unless you want to watch Emilia and Rebecca?"

“Galley, please." He quickly said causing her to laugh.

“Thought so." She turned to the closest doorway, however, a small breasted Doberman emerged right as they were going to enter. Typical of the crew. She only wore a pair of shorts, but also had bracelets adorning her wrists.

“Hey. Is anyone in there, Theodora?"

“No, it was just me. Why?"

“Nearly ran into Emilia and Rebecca at the bow."

“Oh." She immediately understood. “Who's this?" The canine looked at Augustin. “Is he a trader?"

“Eh. He's a dock worker." She explained. “And handles mail."

“Ah, okay." Theodora stated before going her way.

“As I was saying, this is the galley." Claire took the human into a modest mess hall. A few narrow tables with double sided bench seats made use of the limited space with a small cooking area.

“It's clean." He couldn't help but notice there wasn't any mess at all.

“Theodora probably just cleaned it. Did you think we're slobs?" She joked.

“Heh, no. That's not what I meant."

“Uh huh." She knowingly spoke and nudged his side.

“I always thought pirates would be busy chasing down and attacking ships."

“We don't do that every day." She found it funny. “You'd be surprised at how little we actually hunt down ships. On the other hand, we have to eat every day." She gestured to the galley. “Some of the ladies can make a lot of dishes with the beans, rice, flour, corn, and spices we always have."

“Is the crew not eating now?" He expected the place to look like someone had just been there.

“Everyone likes to eat or prepare something on land to give the cooks a break when we are docked." She explained.

“Oh. I guess everyone eats in here when the weather is rough?"

“Pretty much." She gave a nod. “When the sea is choppy and the ship starts rocking a lot, you'll have to stay balanced and hold onto your meal, or it'll fly out of your hands." She giggled.

“I hope that hasn't happened to you before." He laughed.

“Only a dozen or so times." She took him back onto the deck. The two pirates from before were still on deck, but the three men were now gone.

“Hey, what were you two haggling over with those guys?" Claire asked.

“Finished cloth and dyed cloth." The collie answered.

“Oh. Were they paying well?"

“I would've paid just for the old guy to shut up." The leopardess remarked. “My ear will be sore from his yammering mouth."

“Heh. Gotcha." Claire grinned.

“Are you from around here?" The flat chested border collie asked Augustin.

“Me? Yes."

“Do you know of a long winded talker named Parker? That was the old guy's name."

“No, that doesn't sound like someone I know." The human thought of all the people he regularly encountered at the docks and in town.

“I knew that walking casket was full of hot air." The two looked at each other.

“Cloth was banned from export in one country, and boy did that give us an opportunity to barter with it." Claire informed him.

“No kidding. It isn't cheap here anymore."

“Is he a friend of yours, Claire?"

“Eh. Sort of." The raccoon shrugged. “His name is Augustin and he works on the docks."

“Hello." He gave a modest nod and wave.

“Nice to meet you. I'm Amy. I'd curtsy, but you know." The border collie grinned at the fact that she was completely naked.

“I'm Althea." The leopardess gave a terse introduction and pointed at herself.

“Nice to meet you both." Augustin treated the situation as normal as possible.

“So what are you two going to do now?" Claire asked.

“We're going back into town." The leopardess spoke up. “We wanted to meet up with Asha, Gaia, Virginia, and Lily."

“Sounds good. We'll be here for a little while." Claire waved as they went their separate ways. “Let's go below deck." The raccoon turned and urged the human to follow her. “There shouldn't be too many below deck now."

“Is Amy really walking into town completely naked?" Augustin asked and glanced over his shoulder.

“She's wearing a bandana, and has a pistol. She'll be fine." Claire spoke as if that was perfectly normal to do.

'Wow.' The human thought to himself.

“What? You wanna watch her walk through town?" Claire glanced at him.

“Hah. No." He stayed close to her. “Y'all are a bold group of ladies."

“There's no time to be shy and bashful." The raccoon said as they walked down a set of steps.

“You aren't kidding." He murmured. The steps creaked softly as they descended to a hallway.

“Let's see…" Claire paused to think for a moment. Augustin peered around her.

'The clouds must be rolling in.' He thought as the sunshine faded, and the passage dimmed. The muffled sound of someone talking nearby caught his attention.

“Are some crew down here?"

“Maybe. I already showed you the sleeping quarters, so I'll take you to storage and the hold." She took him down the hall to another set of narrow stairs.

“Sleeping in as much as you like sounds nice."

“Sometimes there's a lot of sleep to catch up on, and being docked is a good time to do so." She mentioned. Pausing at the top of the next set of stairs, Augustin could not see the bottom steps. The area was nearly as dark as nighttime from the lack of direct sunlight.

“I can't really see anything down there."

“There's a lantern hanging at the bottom we can use." She reassured him. “It's still dim down here even when the sun is shining brightly." The step creaked as she started walking down.

“Alright." Augustin walked close behind her.

“Just keep a hand on me."

“Or you'll scream?" He touched her shoulder.

“Hehe. Yes." She giggled as the darkness enveloped them. The smells of various items caught his nose, particularly tobacco, along with the natural musty woodiness on the hull itself. Even though Claire was right in front of him, he couldn't see the raccoon at all.

“Put your hand where it counts." She moved his hand to her bare chest.

“You're something else, Claire." He found it funny.

“Alright. Just a second…" The raccoon fumbled around briefly. Once she struck a match and lit the lantern's wick, a warm cozy light illuminated the hull's interior.

“Storage and more storage." She presented crates and barrels stacked and nestled beside one another. Rope hung from a few posts, and spare sail cloth was folded close by. Some nails were kept in a box beside varying pieces of lumber. Some tools like axes, bow saws, and hammers were kept together as well. Sacks of flour and other food items were evident.

“Seems like a lot to carry around. None of this was traded or sold at port?" He noted the numerous crates and barrels among everything else.

“We already sold some things here. Some of the stuff down here is for the ship, like repairs and such. Most of the rest is meant to go elsewhere. I don't think you really need to know all the specific details." She explained. Augustin didn't take it as a veiled threat, but he knew better than to pry her for sensitive business accounting.

“What do y'all like to capture?" He asked instead.

“Finished goods like cigars, dyed cloth, tools, wine, and all that are the best; but raw goods are nice to have too." She listed off several. “They're great for trading whenever we need more food, instead of money. Of course, we keep some cigars, sugar, rum, wine, or anything else we like. The crew appreciates those."

“The jaguar lady, Augusta, seems to like cigars." He noted.

“You bet she does."

“Is there anything that you fancy?"

“I do fancy some tea if we have any, but it's not a big deal to me."

“You never seemed like a tea drinker to me."

“Yeah? Why not?"

“Tea is a sophisticated person's drink."

“Oh, pff. I don't need to be sophisticated! I bet those prim and proper people you're thinking of can't shoot a pistol naked without spilling a drop." She challenged.

“Yeah, I guess not…" Augustin found the imagine of the raccoon doing so, oddly in line with her personality.

“You know I've done it." She teased.

“I don't doubt you." She quickly admitted.

“Anyway, it's a real pain if we capture a ship and it's carrying wood to be used for lumber. It's way too much work to load it, even on land. The only places that really need wood are large shipbuilding ports, and there's always a naval presence."

“What do you do when that happens?"

“We'll look for log books, maps, and some small valuables instead. A few new pistols and swords can help make up for all the effort."

“What about silver or gold?"

“Anything shipping really valuable metals or gems will have a lot of guns protecting it. If pirating was easy then everyone would do it. Smuggling is our main source of income. You don't earn quite as much from stealing a loaded ship, but it's much safer."

“Don't you have to worry about customs?"

“Maybe for large ports, but a little bribery can go a long way. The real problem is organized gangs and bandits who want to control smuggling for themselves, but most have been very willing to work with us." She proudly spoke. “Other than that the navy is always a potential issue."

“I can't imagine why outlaws want to work with half naked women." Augustin found it funny.

“They can look all they want, but a deal is a deal." She winked.

“Using your breasts to help seal a deal is clever thinking." He admitted.

“Thanks. A lady has to be cunning on the high seas." Claire remarked. They walked along the quiet barrels, crates, and sacks before the lantern light illuminated a modest space, roughly the size of a standard bedroom, bordered by metal bars.

“This is the little jail, if you can even call it that." She showed him the three walls of metal bars connected to the hull of the ship. “We tend to use it for storage more than anything else, because keeping prisoners is a chore. A really annoying chore at that." She huffed.

“Glad to hear it." He shuddered at the thought of having to be locked away down in the bottom of the ship. The darkness, swaying, and occasional groaning of wood gave him unsettling thoughts. Having multiple prisoners crammed inside would only make it worse.

“What? You scared of being captured alive?" She giggled at his nervousness.

“Yes!"

“Like you need to be scared of-Ouch! Dammit!" Claire cursed as she stepped aside and bent over.

“What?"

“I stepped on something." She grumbled and held the lantern up.

“Was it a nail?"

“No." She sat down in a lone chair and leaned back.

“Looks like a piece of cork." He found the culprit on the floor beside them.

“Feels like I stepped on a rock." She huffed.

“Where did you step on it?" Augustin knelt down in front of her.

“Right above the center." She lifted her foot for him to see even though the lantern light didn't illuminate her dark raccoon sole very well. Feeling a little sympathy for her, Augustin sat down and held her with care. The human started rubbing the center of her sore foot; and found the sensation smooth, warm, yet durable from living a wild life at sea.

“Here?"

“Mm-Oh that feels nice." Claire whispered with immediate relief, and leaned back in the chair. The lantern was set aside as she relaxed. Augustin rubbed her entire foot from heel to toe.

“Mmm. That's good." Claire was enjoying his handiwork.

“There. Feeling better?"

“Yes. I wasn't expecting you to help me with this." She smiled gratefully and pulled her foot back. “Good as new, er, maybe good as before." Claire scuffed her heel over the floor contently.

“I wasn't expecting to help a pirate like this either." He started to get up.

“Well, you can get the other one too while you're there." She slipped her other foot into his lap. He glanced up at her with a less than enthusiastic expression only to blink.

“Don't feel shy. Tell me if you like the view while you're down there." She grinned and kept both hands behind her head, encouraging him to stare. Her lovely breasts were naturally rolled off center. The excitement in her eyes was plain enough as the lantern light danced around them. Augustin found it difficult to complain.

“Just don't poke me with these claws." He took ahold of her other foot and started massaging.

“I wouldn't dare." She hummed happily and curled her toes while he tenderly treated her for a few more moments.

“There. I think you can walk without being grumpy now." He finished.

“Hehe. Now I'm good as new thanks to you." She stood up and walked around with a little bounce in her step. Augustin watched the middle aged raccoon pirate in amusement.

“Let's walk around somewhere else." She hooked their arms together and led him back to the stairs.

*** (Writer's note: I don't want to bore the reader with minor ship exploration and aimless dialogue, so I have this gap to jump to the end of the evening.)

The evening was drawing to a close as Augustin and Claire reentered the pirate's private room. It had been a far more relaxed day than the previous one as they leisurely toured the ship during the afternoon without trouble. Claire and Augustin would share a little story or two while watching the docks.

“My little home sweet home." Claire sauntered over past her bed. Augustin walked up to her window while she removed and hung up her necklace. The pirate's private little room had a nice view of the sea while docked, and the brilliant waning orange sunset looked otherworldly. All of the business from before was quiet, even at the docks. Gulls were quiet and all he could hear was the soft lapping of waves against the ship.

“Looks nice out there, doesn't it?" Claire spoke up.

“Yeah, you have a nice view from here. I'm sure you see plenty of colorful sunsets wherever you sail." The human could only imagine the countless coastlines and seas the female crew had sailed.

“There's a lot of beautiful places at sea." She joined him at the window. Augustin felt her shoulder rest comfortably against his own.

“The Green Coast is always interesting to sail along."

“Why is it called that?"

“From all the seaweed and kelp. I always like places with soft white sand beaches. Much more comfortable to walk over, and easier to hide our tracks too. Other places have tall cliffs, or rocky shores, or thick jungle are okay, but they're not as accessible." She rattled on about the different shorelines before falling silent alongside him. They simply stood together as the sun dipped lower and lower below the horizon.

“The sun is just about set."

“It's getting dark." He noted how the light was fading, casting the room to darkness.

“Yeah it is a little dark now." She agreed. “I'll get the lantern lit." Claire retrieved one hanging from the wall. The human glanced back at her bedroom door.

'I wonder if I should leave now.' He silently thought to himself. Augustin knew he wasn't overstaying Claire's welcome, far from it in fact. He could tell she wanted him to stay around rather than leave. The raccoon was clearly expecting something from him.

“So… um." He took a half step from the window.

“Don't think about sneaking off like last time." She quickly told him.

“Huh?" He blinked and turned to look at her. “I didn't say anything yet."

“I was reading your thoughts." She knowingly winked. “But I'm serious. I think you owe me for running off in the middle of the night."

“After you intruded into my home?" He retorted.

“We had fun." Claire brushed it off with a kind shrug. “It's not like we have a lot of time left to be together." She pointed out. He remembered her promise to love him as much as she could before they parted ways. Augustin started to think that he'd actually miss the mature pirate, even after all the surprises she had put him through!

“You're right." He agreed. “You've been teaching me the art of making love."

“You sound like a lonely writer."

“Hah. I don't think I can write anything."

“Then we can focus on something I have taught you. Let's see if you can undress me properly." She stood with her back turned, but glanced over her shoulder at him with a subtle grin on her face.

“Do you only think about sex?" Augustin found it a little funny that the middle aged raccoon acted like a man his age.

“Hah! No." She gave a hearty laugh.

“Liar." He playfully retorted.

“You shouldn't have caught my eye then." She half grinned and turned around.

“You caught mine too." He pointed out.

“I know." She hummed. “I'm glad I shook my chest at you." Claire shook her upper body, letting her breasts bounce and sway at the human before her. It was like a beckoning call that Augustin felt compelled to answer as he stepped forward.

“So am I." He grabbed both of her breasts and handled them lovingly. Both palms generously rubbed her nipples and surrounding skin while his fingers massaged all around her soft fur.

“I couldn't look away when you first shook these lovely breasts at me." He replied causing the raccoon's grin to bloom into a full smile.

“Covering them up is against our code. I can't imagine doing that in front of you." She winked and puffed her chest out for him. Augustin loved rubbing over her soft mature breasts, feeling each one move to his touch, and drop down when he let go. Her black nipples felt stiff and warm to the touch as well.

“Mmm." Claire enjoyed it, but didn't remain idle either and her hands soon reached over to him.

“What?" He paused and looked down.

“Don't act like you don't enjoy this." She smiled while unbuttoning his pants.

“Oh, I am enjoying this." He wasn't afraid to say.

“Oh! Heh, you're right." She smiled as his length sprang excitedly into view. His pants fell to the floor, pooled around his ankles.

“I don't even have to touch you." She admired his throbbing length pointing at her. Augustin felt a little embarrassed as she stared at his manhood so keenly, but her gaze quickly snapped up to meet his.

“You better disrobe me, or you'll regret it." She playfully teased.

“You got it." He quickly stepped behind her, and felt his length bounce along.

“Oh?" She felt his hands rub her shoulders and then snake lower over her chest once more. Augustin could smell her wild scent, untamed like the dangerous sea. If anything, it invigorated his desire for her.

“I just can't get enough of you." He whispered.

“I'm starting to think that you like my breasts." She giggled and held the backs of his hands as they coddled her chest.

“Just a little." He found it funny. Claire let him continue for a moment.

“But I'm warning you." She shook her hips. “You better get these pants off me." Claire leaned her head back and brushed her furry cheek against his face. The human smiled and relented, letting go of her breasts. His hands traced down her sides and to her hips where his fingers peeped into her clothes. The fur under the hem was flattened but warm from being contained all day. He effortlessly unfastened her belt and slipped it off her completely. Her shorts easily fell to the floor in a rumpled mess.

“Much better." Augustin hummed, and rubbed under her belly for a moment before one hand dipped low. Her fur was invitingly warm, and grew warmer as he moved over the raccoon's mound. Fingers furrowed through the raccoon's downy furred sex, quickly finding the source of the heat within. He traced over her line, and felt a shudder run up his back from the intimacy alone. The sensation of a subtle wetness made his heart beat faster. He didn't pause and began to gently rub the top of her grey furred mound.

“Mmm. You're a quick learner." She hummed appreciatively and leaned back onto him.

“You like it?"

“Yes, keep going." She kept her legs at a wide stance for him to keep pleasuring her. Augustin edged forward until his front was pressed against her backside. His member slid under the curvature of her rear. The fur between her thighs caressed his length so nicely as his tip poked freely ahead, right under her womanhood.

“Ohh." Claire breathily hummed, having felt the subtle sensation brush up against her sex. Augustin arched his back, bumping his hips into hers as he felt fingers touch his tip causing his length to twitch in response.

“Hmm. You just want me to bend over, don't you?" She breathily spoke.

“More than anything else right now."

“Mmm. Just a sec." She eased off her heels to stand up straight.

“Will a pirate accept a 'please'"? He asked.

“How could I refuse such a gentleman." She nibbled her lip and stepped forward. Augustin nearly grunted as his length was freed from between her thighs and left to throb in the air. The raccoon bent forward and placed her hands on the bed. The dancing shadows from the lantern light accentuated some of her curves and hid others. Situated in the center was her rear in all its naked glory, and a ringed tail twitching excitedly. There was no clearer invitation.

“I don't have to teach you what to do next. Get over here." She looked over her shoulder and playfully shook her rear at him. He stepped forward and placed both hands on her hips.

“I have a beautiful older pirate bent over naked in front of me." He softly spoke.

“I ain't begging, but please get inside me." She had never sounded so lustful and in need before. The human was painfully hard, and the instinct to press forward was impossible to ignore. He started to line up when a sudden knock at the raccoon's door halted their fun.

'No way…' Augustin froze with his hands planted firmly on the mature raccoon's rear. His heart pounding with aroused excitement nearly stopped cold. He feared another group of ladies would walk in on him and Claire once again.

“What?!" Claire angrily called out over her shoulder.

“Lights out, Claire!" A commanding voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Okay!" She called out as if nothing had happened. Augustin blinked as Claire plainly stood up and casually brushed past him.

“There's always an interruption when something good starts." She muttered and stepped over to the hanging lantern before blowing it out. The last thing the human saw was a smiling “masked" raccoon face grinning at him. The entire room was now shrouded in darkness. Due to the clouds, not even sufficient moonlight filtered into the window. The sound of bare soles lightly scuffing made him aware that Claire was very close to him. He suddenly felt a padded hand touch his arm, bringing warmth to his bare skin.

“Mmmm." A soft hum teased close his ear. “Why aren't your hands back on me?" She dotingly asked.

“Oh-."

“You want me to do all the work, don't you?" She teased.

“You're the one teaching me, remember?" Augustin felt a little bashful as he touched her hips.

“Hehe. I should've taught you about making love in the dark." Her voice sounded happy at the prospect.

“Oh?" Her voice sounded curious.

“What?"

“Don't tell me you've softened up!" She giggled and groped around his thighs before finding his flagging half erect member.

“Careful with your claws!" He squirmed.

“Oh hush." Claire took ahold of his manhood. “Don't let a knock at the door ruin a good romantic mood." She began stroking him, and the smooth warmth of her hand had no difficulty exciting him.

“Claire, that's-nngh!" He gruffly spoke and felt his length twitch stiffly in her grasp. She could've easily finished him off right there, but then the fun would've ended far too soon for her enjoyment.

“There." She abruptly let go. “As hard as a ship's mast." Augustin could feel himself throbbing achingly hard, pointing straight ahead once more.

“You could've made my cannon fire." He thought up a witty metaphor.

“Hah-!" She laughed only to cover her mouth. “Ahem. Leave the ship talk to me." Augustin heard the bed creak as she climbed up and laid down.

“I thought it was clever."

“It was. I just don't need you finishing off too soon."

“I wish I could see you." He groped into the darkness before finding her legs.

“You'll have to see me with your hands." She encouraged him to feel around. “So don't let go."

“Or you'll scream?" He joked.

“Hehe. I just might!" She giggled. Augustin felt around and found that her grey furred legs were spread wide and hanging off the side of the bed.

“Oh." His length throbbed as a hand brushed over her waiting womanhood. Augustin couldn't help himself from placing his entire hand over her entire sex and gently rubbing it with his palm. The soft downy fur felt so soft and warm.

“I hope you'll use more than your fingers." She spoke up from the darkness.

“I will."

“My port is open for you to dock." She teased.

“I don't know if I can handle the nautical humor." He grinned.

“Then make love to me already." Claire beckoned him. The human hesitated as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Roll onto your side." He requested.

“Oh? Okay." Claire rolled onto her right, and felt Augustin lift her leg up so her lower leg was resting on his shoulder. The softness and warmth felt irresistible against his skin.

“Mmm. You've gotten creative." She liked it and felt the heat of his tip brush up against her lips.

“Just an idea I had." Augustin clumsily felt his way forward.

“Here. I'll help." Claire felt down and helped guide him through the darkness. He pressed forward and both of them gave satisfied grunts as her velvety inner heat enveloped his entire length. Their hips gently bumped together as both savored the initial moment.

“Don't pull out-eh too much." Claire sounded hot through the darkness.

“I won't." He pulled out halfway before sliding back in.

“Mmm. Yeah, just like that." She hummed honestly and gripped a handful of bed sheets.

“Good." Augustin didn't stop. The bed creaked and rocked as the rhythmic motion was slow and steady. Unable to see, every little touch and sensation felt much more pronounced as they mated. Fur caressed his skin, the heat of her slick sex, and the sounds of their breathing were ever present.

“Yesss… keep. Mmm." Claire murmured brief words of approval and encouragement, but those were soon drowned out. Augustin couldn't come back with a smart retort. Each second felt better. He wouldn't have stopped if the entire crew intruded upon them. Claire muffled her moans the best she could, but it was a futile gesture.

“Mmm! Ohh… Ugh!" Soft passionate grunts slipped free from her lips. The erotic vocals gradually led to shorter and faster thrusts as passion overcame them both. Augustin felt the pirate's body tense and shudder briefly before she covered her mouth to conceal a beleaguered moan. Just imagining how she looked in that moment, her breasts and body bouncing with her face engrossed in a pleasured cry of delight. It brought him right to the edge.

Augustin came with force as he gave short quick thrusts, feeling each hot pulse as his essence emptied inside her. He breathed deeply once he stood still. Everything went silent for a moment as a comfortable warmth spread throughout his body. He held onto her leg to steady himself, and gently rubbed her inner thigh. The passing seconds were serene and wonderful.

“Phew." He heard Claire exhale a jittery yet satisfied sigh. “That was great sex."

“Yes." He exhaled breathily, unable to say more. Making love to the pirate raccoon felt incredible, and it was even better than their previous romantic moments.

“I think I came twice." She blew another sigh.

“Lucky." He half grinned.

“Heh." She gave a little chuckle, and Augustin knew the raccoon was smiling in the darkness.

“It's thanks to you." She added. “Only a passionate man can do that to a woman."

“You helped teach me."

“You learn quick. You gonna hold my leg like that all night?"

“If you don't mind." He joked making her laugh.

“Oh, I don't mind at all after this." She admitted and felt him nuzzle her leg a little bit. “But lay down with me when you're ready to." He heard the raccoon pat the spot beside her. Augustin waited a moment before lowering her leg.

'I wonder where my clothes ended up.' The human silently wondered. He thought about dressing and departing in the darkness of night, but her invitation to stay was all too tempting.

'I'll just wake up early and get dressed.' He reasoned and climbed onto her bed.

“It's about time you join me." Claire's voice warmly spoke. The raccoon and human moved around until they were laying beside each other. Augustin felt a leathery palmed hand rest on his chest.

“I'm teaching you well. I hope you've enjoyed learning so much. I know I have."

“It's been very nice to say the least." Augustin agreed.

“Thanks. I didn't want to be the only one having fun."

“I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." He closed his eyes. Claire rolled onto her side towards him, pressing her naked furry front to his side. That cozy warmth felt very nice.

“Will you be right here when I wake up?" She tiredly asked.

“Yes." He found sleep far too inviting in her arms to protest. Claire hummed contently and snuggled up to him, resting her chin onto his shoulder. Augustin found it funny that he hadn't felt happier than being in the arms of a middle aged pirate.

A soft deep creaking sound of wood stirred Augustin awake. He found himself lying together with Claire, but he didn't move an inch. The bed was far too cozy to get up from, and the mature raccoon was unbelievably comfortable to sleep with. The soft fur against his bare skin, her inviting body heat, and soft pudgy figure were irresistible. The clear sunlight was bright outside, but wasn't shining directly through the window into Claire's room. Everything inside was cast in a soft dim glow. Last night's events returned to his memories like remembering a pleasant dream.

'Why does sleeping with a pirate feel so good?' He found it funny that a dangerous outlaw would suddenly teach him intimacy and romance. Augustin moved a hand before leaving it on her grey furred hip. He heard her softly yawn beside him, but neither one of them spoke for despite being awake. It was too perfect of a morning to start talking.

An occasional thud or similar sound interrupted the peaceful mood, but he took little notice of it. Those sounds were likely 'natural' to all of the pirates on board. Whether they were paw steps or not made little difference at the moment. It was easy to envision a pair of topless lasses carrying a heavy barrel above deck. However, a persistent rocking made him blink twice.

'Are we moving?' The human's eyes focused in thought. Yesterday, the very subtle rocking of the docked ship had been barely noticeable during the calm sunny day. The current distinct rocking that made him second guess if the tide was strong. Despite living in a port, he had only sailed a handful of times, but the unmistakable sensation of the entire ship rocking along with the open sea made him worry.

'There's no storm. It's sunny outside.' He realized and stared out the window. The lack of gulls crying about the docks also indicated something was amiss. The human barely noticed a smooth leathery palmed hand rest over his chest as the lady beside him shifted.

“I slept well. Have any good dreams?" She asked with a scratchy voice before clearing her throat.

“What's wrong?" She noticed his quietness and turned onto her side, facing him. Augustin could only give the naked raccoon laid out beside him a mere glance as he began to worry.

“Are we moving?" He promptly sat up.

“What?" She blinked and looked out towards the window. The raccoon sat up and shuffled out of bed. Her soles scuffed over the wooden floor as she lazily stretched her arms into the air. However, an uncomfortable pit formed in the human's stomach as she approached the window. She stared outside for only a moment.

“Shit." She turned around.

“I knew this would happen." Augustin wiped his eyes as the color drained from his face. He jumped out of bed and scrambled to dress while Claire watched.

“Let me think of something." She huffed and furrowed her brow.

“Can they turn the ship around?"

“Yeah, you order the captain to turn around." She jokingly agreed.

“What do I do?" Augustin nervously worried.

“I dunno. I might be able to hide you." She thought for a moment.

“I can't swim all the way back. Can you throw me in a dinghy?"

“No. We're probably too far and plenty of ladies would see you."

“Then what do we do?"

“Just let me think." She frowned and stared at the floor. Augustin walked to the window and looked out at the sea.

'I'm stuck on board a pirate ship.' He stared blankly ahead. 'I knew this would happen.' He closed his eyes and felt anger over his mistake. The obvious fact that she was a pirate meant that being with her meant trouble would arise. Augustin could easily imagine his friend Sebastian slowly shaking his head from hearing the news that he set sail with a bunch of lady pirates.

“I might as well tell Holly or Augusta." Claire sighed. “There's no point in dragging this out."

“Wait." Augustin grabbed her shoulder. “What will happen to me?"

“You should be okay, but I'm gonna get into trouble." She scratched an ear.

“What about-?"

“Claire?" They stopped as a voice called from the door as it opened. “Morning roll call. Is someone with you-?" A lynx peeped inside only to stare in surprise at the human and naked raccoon. Augustin felt his heart race as the feline crew member gawked at him.

“What the-!"

“Just go get Holly or Augusta!" Claire snapped and pointed past the lynx. The fluffy cheeked feline quickly disappeared and hurried down the hall. Augustin could hear distant chatter further down the hall in response.

“Ugh. This'll be such a pain in my big fat butt." She grumbled and tapped her foot.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?"

“Yeah. It'll only get worse for us if we delay the inevitable." She mentioned. They soon heard an ensuing commotion outside the raccoon's room.

“Claire!" A voice boomed from within the hall.

“Right on cue." She mumbled and didn't bother dressing as she went to the door.

“Get back!" Claire yelled as she opened the door.

“Who did you bring on board?"

“A man?"

“Move!" Augustin watched her shuffle out before slamming it shut. The clamoring of voices ensued for a few more seconds before everything quieted down. Subtle murmuring didn't last long before voices became loud once again. Augustin crept closer to the door and pressed an ear to the adjacent wall. He could hear arguing through it without too much difficulty.

“You know better than this!" Augustin heard a not so muffled frustrated voice speak in the adjacent hall.

“He hasn't left my room. You're acting like the navy has a spy on board!" Claire's voice was heard next.

“We have rules for a reason."

“Nothing happened."

“She's naked. Something happened." He heard someone much closer to the door quietly say.

“Heh."

“How long-." He could barely hear another voice before drumming steps came closer to him. His head turned to the door right as it was swiftly opened. He was surprised to see a grey wolf enter the room followed by a white furred husky. Both were completely nude as they stood before him.

'That's the husky who found us in my house.' He recognized the husky with different eye colors. However, the wolf stepped forward wearing a clear frown across her lips. The imposing grey canine was strongly built, particularly in her legs; but was nearly flat chested with two nipples poking free from her chest fur. Augustin backed up from the approaching pirate until he fell onto the bed. She stepped forward and raised a paw onto the frame of Claire's bed, completely oblivious to how open her sex appeared from the angle. However, the look on her face was anything but friendly.

“Hmph. A stowaway. You remind me of a few prisoners we once had not that long ago." She spoke with a subtle growl.

“Uh-." He felt terrified as she loomed over him.

“And just like them, your face should be between my thighs so you can put your tongue to good work." She said with a half grin that caused the hair on his neck to stand on end. Augustin feared that she would actually jump him in an instant.

“Cmon, Abby. Let's go." The husky spoke up from the doorway.

“Alright." The wolf said without breaking off her predatory gaze. She eased back before turning around and joining the husky. The two abruptly exited Claire's room, leaving the human alone. Augustin felt his heart pounding inside his chest.

'Who in the hell was that?!' He managed to sit up, but felt petrified to move from Claire's bed. The arguing outside in the hall had also died down. A few heads peeped to look in the room before a voice yelled at them.

“Alright! Move! Out of my way." Claire emerged from the crowded hall before closing the door. The raccoon's ears were folded flatly against her head, a mixture of annoyance and displeasure. She huffed a sigh before scuffing her soles over the floor.

“Everything's… okay." She cautiously spoke. “I'm sure you heard half the earful I got. Hey. You look like you've seen a ghost." The raccoon noted his nervous expression.

“Yeah, one of your crew mates came in here."

“Who?"

“A grey wolf."

“Oh. That was Abby." Claire mentioned.

“She scares me."

“Heh. Well, a pirate should scare people." She found it funny.

“She threatened to ride my face." He flatly spoke.

“Heh." Claire held back a snorting laugh. “It's not funny but the way you say it is."

“I'm serious. That's what she said!"

“Some wouldn't call that punishment." The raccoon rolled her eyes.

“Claire…"

“Yeah that sounds like her." She admitted.

“Is that what happens to prisoners on board?"

“No! And I'm not letting that happen to you." She reassured him. “Abby was talking about the time when we had a crew of sailors held for ransom, but a few were unruly, acting like drunken asses. We never like having prisoners on board for several reasons, including that. Plus, you have to feed them!"

“So what really happened?"

“There were three really annoying and disrespectful men among the group we had. We had enough when they shoved a crew mate. All three were put on their backs on wooden benches, and any lady who wanted to stood over their heads. I guess it's called face sitting." She threw up a hand. “I didn't stay around under the deck to watch."

“Dang." He could easily imagine Abby doing that to someone even if they were innocent.

“You don't have to worry about Abby getting ahold of you." She reassured him. “You aren't any trouble to us, and even if the wolf's serious about it she'll have to get through me. I think she's just tryin to intimidate you."

“Thanks." Augustin felt better knowing that Claire wasn't a pushover in the slightest.

“You have scared me before, but not like her."

“Oh pff. That's ridiculous." She found it funny. “How could I have scared you?"

“Well, you are a pirate."

“That didn't stop you." She winked at him. Augustin half grinned for a moment.

“So are you alright?" He asked. “Or are you in a lot of trouble?"

“Yeah, I'm fine." She rubbed her head. “But I broke the rules by bringing you on board overnight, so I was chewed out for that."

“So you never got in trouble for sleeping with me at my home?"

“No, not at all." She shook her head. “I told you that yesterday. There's nothing wrong with doing things off the ship. However, we aren't supposed to bring anyone on board overnight because there's a chance they might snoop around, or become stuck on board when we sail off like this." Clair explained. “I don't know why we set sail early in the morning. This is ridiculous."

“We woke up late, because of last night." He admitted.

“That was really good sex." She murmured and nudged his side. “You made me sleep in to recover."

“I didn't want to get out of bed either." He admitted.

“Glad I'm not the only one." She grinned a little. “You hungry? I'm starved."

“Yeah I'm hungry." He noticed his stomach had growled now that he wasn't frightened.

“Okay. Let's get something to eat."

“Should I stay here?"

“No." Claire shook her head. “There's no sense in hiding you now. Most everyone will be looking for you if we did that."

“I'm afraid someone would find me." He thought about Abby the wolf. The thought of her sinister smile made him shiver.

“Yeah, we've got enough problems right now." She mentioned while bending over to gather up her clothes.

“Do you need help?" He offered and stood up only to feel the natural rocking of the ship.

“No. I only want you to undress me, not the other way around." Claire flashed a grin. Augustin couldn't help but feel a little excitement from the way she said it.

“Looks like you need your sea legs." She mused as he balanced himself.

“Hey! Claire!" A voice spoke up on the other side of the door.

“Yeah? Come in." The raccoon knew the voice. The door opened and they were greeted by a very buxom Doberman wearing only a pair of shorts held together by a sturdy belt. She wore little else above the belt beside an earring. The black fur covering her heavy breasts starkly contrasted with her wide pink areolae. Her bright eyes immediately lit up and locked onto the human standing beside Claire.

“Oh, so it is true!" She exclaimed.

“Oh. What?" Claire feigned ignorance, but Charlotte half grinned and pointed at Augustin.

“I thought Carina and the others were joking, but it's true!" She looked at the human. “You snuck someone on board!"

“Yeah, yeah." The raccoon rolled her eyes nonchalantly. “Everyone knows now."

“Althea and Amy swore that they heard sounds of a ghost last night. It must've been you two."

“I didn't realize I had moaned so loudly." Claire rubbed the back of her neck. Augustin felt embarrassed as she openly admitted it.

“And you must've been with him last night too."

“Yep, I spent the other night at his place." She confirmed. “He slipped out the previous night when I brought him aboard."

“Should've slipped out last night instead." Charlotte found it funny.

“Maybe." Augustin mentioned.

“Hah!" Claire gave a brief belly laugh. “I'd have to swim back and tell him to give me a proper farewell." She grinned and looked at the human beside her.

“So who are you, human?" The busty Doberman curiously asked. Augustin glanced at Claire.

“Go on. You don't need my permission to talk." She lightly slapped his back. Charlotte found it amusing.

“My name is Augustin." He cleared his throat. “I worked at the docks involving parcels and such."

“Nice to meet ya." The topless Doberman nodded politely.

“Charlotte is one of my closest friends in the entire crew. She's been on board longer than me." The raccoon's growling stomach interrupted her.

“You better hurry up. They're done cooking in the galley." Charlotte informed them.

“Alright. Let go!" Claire fastened her belt and they promptly left, but Augustin noticed the pirate's gait was somewhat slower than before.

“You okay? You're walking a little funny."

“I'm a little sore." She mumbled, and then looked over at him. “Thanks to you." The raccoon flashed a grin and nudged him.

“Did I hear that?" Charlotte looked over her shoulder with a less than enthusiastic expression on her face.

“Cover those pointy ears and stop eavesdropping!" Claire giggled and waved a hand at her friend as they walked into the hallway. Two heads were seen peering out from other doorways up ahead, but quickly darted away once the trio appeared.

“This isn't a game of hide and seek ladies!" Claire noisily knocked on the wall, irritated.

“Hehe." Charlotte giggled.

“I bet everyone is yapping about this." Claire quietly admitted.

“Yep." Her friend confirmed. “You weren't on deck for roll call. When Lily asked if 'we left her ass behind' I knew something was off. Someone else guessed you may have been seasick, so Claudia didn't come to your room till later."

“Hah. We've already been walked in on the other morning. Wouldn't make a difference if it had happened again."

“Sheesh." Augustin blew a sigh.

“Oh my." Charlotte felt embarrassed for them. “I bet almost the entire crew was packed in this spot on the ship earlier." She mentioned.

“There's nothing nosier than a pack of women." Claire stated.

“I think you're right." Augustin whispered as he glanced over his shoulder. A panther was peering out of a doorway, watching him. They made their way upstairs and onto the deck where several other pirates were.

“Speak of the devil herself." A genet wearing only a pair of shorts spoke up.

“Well, I never expected you to bring someone on board overnight, Claire." A fennec vixen added.

“I should've checked to see why you weren't here for roll call rather than wait on Claudia." A wolverine with an eye patch stated. “But now I know why you were sleeping in." She grinned and looked at Augustin, making the human uneasy.

“Sounds like a good reason for sleeping in then." Another chimed in.

“She brought him on board another night, but he left before sunrise." Carina the Shiba Inu mentioned.

“Oh? Did a few coins change hands?" The fennec vixen was surprised.

“Money talks and pussy walks." Someone else murmured.

“I don't disparage a woman for selling herself, but I'm not a whore, Fleur." Claire flatly stated.

“Who's to say that's a bad thing? Whores are good at business." The fennec proudly spoke. A motherly husky brushed past Fleur to see what was going on. Her pudgy figure was accentuated by her heavy breasts that sagged in a similar way to Claire's. However, her soft appearance was tempered by a little scar on her shoulder.

“I can't say I imagined you finding love on the high seas, Claire." The husky smiled. “Not only that, but you brought him along as a stowaway. You must really like him."

“It was an honest accident."

“Mmhm. I've heard others say similar things." She gave a slow nod and looked at Augustin. “You just wanted to take him sailing around with you." A few giggled, but it only seemed to annoy the raccoon.

“We're hungry and I'm getting breakfast, if there's anything left. Don't mess with him, alright?" Claire stepped away and entered the galley.

“Heh. She's upset because we know." One of the lady pirates found it funny.

“Were they in bed when you went down?" Carina quietly asked Charlotte.

“No." The canine almost sounded disappointed in her answer. “They were already up."

“I see some gray fur strands on him. He smells like her too." The canine noted.

“She's walking like she found a golden dick." She whispered. Augustin gulped as he was left with the rest of the ladies. Even though they were half naked or naked, they were still pirates. A few were clearly armed with knives and pistols despite being out at sea.

'That grey wolf isn't here.' He scanned the crowd eyeing him over.

“Heh. Scared of pirates?" The fennec gave the human a toothy grin. Augustin merely glanced at the large breasted fox before looking away.

“You must be something special if Claire has taken a liking to you." The pudgy husky said. “What's your name, human?"

“Augustin."

“I'm Kristine." She introduced herself. “I can't say this is the best way for us to greet a stranger, but we will treat you just fine if you don't cause us any trouble, understand?"

“Yes ma'am." The human readily agreed.

“I like you. You're polite." She chuckled. “Can't say that for every man we come across."

“Eh, thanks."

“Claire found herself a gentleman." The eye patched wolverine smiled.

“He's a rare catch!"

“None of us really mind that much if you stare, since everyone does." Kristine lofted one of her breasts only to let go. “But if a hand grabs any one of us, then be prepared to lose it." She warned.

“O-okay."

“Hey, this must be Claire's stowaway." An Australian shepherd emerged from below deck with Agatha the Alabai canine behind her.

'That's the lady who was with the hyena the other day.' Augustin recognized the fluffy furred canine lass.

“Yeah, she's a little miffed from sleeping in and forgetting we set sail early in the morning." Lily said.

“No one likes their love affair to become public." Carina stated with folded arms.

“Uh huh."

“Hehe. At least she isn't seasick." The canine found it funny as she walked by.

“So what sort of work do you do Augustin?" Kristine asked.

“I handle parcels, letters, and any correspondence for the most part."

“Letters, huh? Got any information on naval correspondence?" Fleur inquired.

“I'm afraid not."

“Darn. I was hoping that you'd have something on you." She snapped her fingers.

“You can strip search him if that's okay with Claire." Lily suggested. Augustin took a step back despite not having any room to run.

“He doesn't seem like a liar." Kristine gave the wolverine a cutting glare. Claire finally emerged from the galley with two bowls in hand much to the human's relief.

“Hey, we were just mentioning stripping him to see if he had any naval correspondence." Fleur couldn't help but giggle as Kristine rolled her eyes.

“Hands off him." The raccoon tersely spoke, and handed Augustin a bowl.

“Thanks."

“Relax Claire." The genet pirate mentioned. “No one's going to hurt him."

“Just having a little fun with our unexpected guest." Lily added.

“Uh huh. Well, we need to eat." She pointed out. “I'll be less grumpy when my stomach isn't threatening to mutiny against me." Claire walked with Augustin to the stairs.

“Eat up." One mentioned.

“We'll chat later." Charlotte patted the raccoon's back before she took Augustin with her below deck once again.

“Did anyone give you trouble?" Claire asked.

“No." He managed to stay balanced as the ship rocked. “Kristine was kind, and gave a fair warning." Below him, the seasoned raccoon easily treaded down the stairs despite having sore legs as the ship moved.

“You need your sea legs." The raccoon grinned as she waited for him to catch up below deck.

“Y-yeah, I could walk into a wall." He gripped his breakfast bowl tightly.

“I got used to it after a while." She led him along before stopping.

“What?" Augustin nearly bumped into her.

“I'll meet you in my room. I'm getting something first." She told him to keep going.

“Okay." He went inside and closed the door. “Phew!" The human blew a big sigh of relief to be away from everyone else for a moment.

“This looks really good." He got to properly see what had been cooked up. A soft boiled egg, bread, pork, and half an orange.

'The ladies eat well for pirates.' He sat down on the edge of Claire's bed. It took him a moment to relax enough to eat. Despite being hungry, the situation had made him fairly nervous. The morning began perfectly, waking up beside Claire, only to descent into chaos.

'I wonder if they'll get someone to handle my job. I can only imagine what Sebastian is thinking since I disappeared.' Augustin could easily think of his friend telling him how right he was about the trouble he'd end up in.

'I suppose I should count myself lucky, considering everything that's happened.' He thought about the husky telling him to stay out of trouble, and everything would be fine. Playing with fire could result in a burn, but playing with a pirate could result in much worse.