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Exhaustive Pre-Departue Check

When Chezza signed up to be a deck hand on the HMS Northern Frost of Unity, it was never supposed to escalate to the level it did. She, alongside some of her college friends Telkop, Natasha, Kansi, and Trisani, had volunteered as navy reserves as a way to help pay for their schooling, intending for the free tuition to be incentive enough. During their summer months - the ones usually reserved for partying and drinking and all sorts of fun - a conflict arose between the Coastal Discipline Authority and the unified pirates of Ijimulian. In that period dozens of pirate ships, maybe hundreds in total, had banded together and called themselves the Nautical Liberation Force to instigate a war on the open seas for their freedom from the law of the land.

The resulting fighting resulted in an escalation that demanded all reserves be present upon one of the many royal ships under command of the CDA. Chezza and her school mates had been pulled out of university to serve aboard the Queens royal navy, and now every day was spent in abstract fear, waiting for the day a pirate lord attacked them or they got into a skirmish with ships flying flags of wings and beaks.

While life on the seas was a little unnerving at first due to the constant rocking and waving in water, Chezza had slowly gotten used to it to the point she was starting to prefer it. The gentle rocking was soothing and helped ease the anxiety of imminent combat, and her nation's military was one of the most inclusive and accepting, so it was graced with a half and half divide between male and female. This meant that making out with other conscripts could be really fun.

Initially, she just wanted to abuse the benefits of being in the reserves without ever actually seeing conflict, but the fighting between the pirates and the royal navy had ruined that; now she had to make the best of a bad situation, and the boys on the ship were pretty nice. When in the military, freedom was reigned in and physical intimacy was really the only way to express oneself or have fun when not ashore, and the rocking of the boat mixed with the incredibly casual attitude about physicality meant that she was almost always down for intimacy.

"So, what are you going to do when we get back to port? Got any plans?" Natasha was asking. She and Chezza were both mopping the deck as other crew members were tending to the rigging, altering the sails, and maintaining the guns that were rolled up to the side, ensuring they were ready for an impromptu battle should one arise. They had been away from shore for the better part of a month, and had set sail from South Yelfrit en route to North Koluma but were due to hit port any hour now.

Chezza stopped scrubbing to lean against the side of the ship. Though they were on the open ocean and there was a constant cool sea breeze, the sun was harsh and the sea was saltwater, so they were perpetually parched. "No plans, but you can be certain I'm going to be ninety percent alcohol by the time we depart." She joked, wiping her horn of the sweat that was building up near its base. Her long hair was whipping in the wind over her blue and white uniform. Slowly, a smile spread across her face as she started to blush. "And I might even get a chance alone with Styreks, if he comes ashore with us!"

Natasha grabbed a sponge out of the mop bucket and tossed it across the deck to hit Chezza on her shoulder. "No way, you're still going after that one? What a stud, too! Love his strong, silent type personality. Makes him feel all mysterious and dangerous. Tell me, ever actually been with him before? What's he like under that tail of his?"

"Oh, I did last time we were at port. When at sea, he doesn't seem interested, but when docked he seems down to mate! As for his equipment, it's hard to describe, honestly. Bout the same as most dragons, but a bit smoother with more emphasis on the nubs and gentle ridges than anything harsh or aggressive. Honestly, makes him a much more compassionate lover." She grinned wide from ear to ear, her thick reptilian tail swaying out behind her just above the deck of the ship. "So you're telling me you've never...with him?"

"Nope! Reptiles aren't my type."

"Speciest biiiitch!" Chezza teased.

In protest, Natasha put on her most exaggerated, clearly hurt expression. "Well I never! I just...I prefer the warmth of another mammal or avian! Think about it, Chezza, thick equine shaft pumping deep into you, the throbbing veins massaging you from the inside as that hotness spreads throughout your womb. Delicious! With a dragon, they just kinda stick it in and wiggle their hips a bit until they finish. Booooring."

"And you think that's any better than what Styreks did to me last time? Hah, well as long as you're closeminded, you'll never know the intimidating passion of a dragon, but I will!"

Before Natasha could respond, Appolonia shouted out from below the captain's deck. "You two, if you're going to gossip and chat, at least keep working. Come on, everyone else is doing their jobs!" She tossed her hands up before turning back to her place below deck, the ornate decorative ivory and amethyst armor glistening in the sun.

Both ladies begrudgingly grabbed their mops and sponges to continue cleaning the deck before returning to their chat.

Natasha spoke first. "Tell you what, when we get to shore, I'll find Styreks, and you look for a stud by the name of Rannik, then tell me a stallion isn't a thousand times the lover a dragon is." She winked, a smirk peeling at one side of her maw.

"Oh, I'm sure a stallion is fine - I've been to those parties you and your sister host at your flat, I know what a stallion is capable of, I just wish they lasted more than five minutes." She shrugged, mostly focusing on her cleaning now. Though chatting about male performance was usually a hot button topic for her, the hot sun blazing down on her back and shoulders was sapping her energy.

But Natasha was staring with eyebrows raised. "Five minutes? You got a stallion to last five minutes? Damn girl, you must be more cavernous than Arnika! Could he even feel the sides? Stallions usually last a minute or two, tops!

Chezza couldn't help but lower her gaze to the patch of deck she'd been scrubbing for the past couple minutes. She wasn't loose, but as a capricorn - hybrid of dragon and goat and a few others - she had naturally stretchy flesh where it counted, and that meant she didn't give off the sensation of tightness in quite the same way as mammals did.

Natasha could see she'd gone over the line, so she changed her tone. "Alright, fine. I admit that was a bit too much, but come on, that's impressive. Five minutes with a stallion. I tell ya, if a stud could fuck me raw that long, I'd be sore for a week. That's one thing that has to be much better for you, not being as sore afterwards."

A short but intensely awkward pause came over them for a minute before they heard Telkop's horn from high atop the mast. He'd been promoted the month prior to the role of lookout due to his maturity and ease of his mind when enduring long stretches of solitude. He was to trigger the long, droning horn sound when land was seen, and he was calling down to the captains while waving his arms, shouting "Port town ahead! Land Ho! Three Degrees south!"

Natasha and Chezza could barely see him through the five sails that were billowing out in the sea breeze, but they still tried their best to wave for the brief moment they could before the bell started ringing from the stern of the ship, indicating all crew members were to be on deck and at full attention. They both tossed their cleaning instruments to the side and kicked them into the ledge between two cannons while a thunderous rattling came from below deck.

Mere seconds later, almost forty crew members of feline, canine, and saurossin species were all standing at attention in five rows of eight on the bow end of the deck looking back towards the captain's wheel. Each row was split in two, four on the port side of the mast, four on the starboard side, with Kansi and Trisani sharing a group with Chezza and Natasha. "Cap'ns!" Everyone called in unison.

The two captains both stood with one hand on the wheel to keep the ship heading towards port, both facing the crew. It was Yelena and Sanfrit, a mated pair of intimidating looking canines that ran the show on the HMS Northern Frost of Unity. Yelena, the female, was slightly taller and thicker with golden orange fur patches and bright piercing green eyes, while Sanfrit was a bit leaner with a pelt pattern of black on white and the most intense blue eyes in all the seas of the Tropics.

Yelena spoke with authority. "Crew! It has been a long month, but we are on the cusp of making port at Koluman International Trade Annex. There, Sanfrit and myself will be dealing with the trading of goods, along with the help of Styreks, Appolonia, and a few other volunteers. The rest of you will be given two days of allowed Rest and Relaxation. When you return to your quarters, you'll find that a portion of your salary has been left in a coin bag on your pillow." She smiled and looked out over the crew with one hand behind her back, the other still holding onto the wheel with mate Sanfrit matching her on the opposite side.

He glanced over to her, then addressed the crew. "Have fun, because we might not see land again for another month between our Koluman departure and our arrival at Kaidu, and there are only so many positions to fulfill and experiment with before you get bored." The crew seemed surprised at the captain's innuendo, until he clarified. "I mean military positions. Different roles on the ship, not...ah nevermind. Everyone go ahead and get your coin, we'll be docking within the hour. As always, be ever alert, the NLF have their tendrils woven into the minds of many a maritime establishment, and an ambush could happen any time. At ease."

A powerful thud came from the deck as every single crew member stomped their right foot in approval before saluting and shouting "Yes Cap'n." Followed by the gentler rumble of a hundred feet clamoring towards the two stairwells to below deck where the personal quarters were. Chezza couldn't help but smile a bit at the thought of how not-terrible life on the ship really was. Sure, there were nearly fifty crew members in total, including the two captains and Telkop up in the crow's nest, but the ship was big enough to give them each their own bed and trunk for their possessions at the foot of it. The royal navy of Yelfrit treated them well, but there was always that fear that a pirate ship would ruin that.

Discipline with leniency, maturity melded with fun. It was a fine line to balance on.

Natasha, Kansi, Trisani, and Chezza all stayed near the bow near where they were mopping, where a swell came up and rocked the ship hard, causing a light mist to dampen them each. That was life on a ship, though, so it didn't distract them while they waited for the others to finally disappear below deck.

"So, two days, huh? Well, I'm not going to waste any time. Gonna go get me some dragon studs!" Trisani declared before waving backwards and hopping off to the stair wells. Natasha smiled and followed, with Kansi and Chezza following last for all of them to get to their personal bunks. Each set was two bunks high, with Natasha and Trisani sharing one bunk bed since they were sisters. Kansi and Chezza shared theirs, while Toumak shared his with some other guy, and all three of their beds were lined up side by side. Others were all in the barracks as well, looking through their bags and trunks while intermingling amongst one another.

Trisani was already up on her bed, pouring open her bag of coin. "Holy shit, twenty silver? That's enough to get my drunk for a month straight! What in the world are we going to spend that much money on?" She tapped her chin, then leaned back and grabbed the beam that lined the ceiling; it was a rather flat barracks level. Above them, the deck, below them, the weapons, ammo, and food stores.

Natasha leaned over to grab her own coin bag. "There's a lot we can do. I imagine they expect us to spend most o fit on company outside the crew. Koluman brothels are known for being quite lewd, even beyond our normal eccentricities." She tossed the bag up as she stood straight. "Or maybe it's meant so we can all buy some food and bring it back. Spices, salt, jerky. Captain Yelena did say it'd likely not be another month before we end up back on shore in Kaidu, so maybe it'd be a good idea to get some meat or something."

"How fucking boring, I'm gonna get boned by a dragon! Y'all can lick my taint for all I care." Trisani retorted as she hopped down off the top bunk, jauntily hopping past the other three as well as every other conscript in the barracks.

"Typical Tris." Natasha laughed. "One day she's going to be fucked in half with that attitude."

They laughed at their friend's expense before returning to the deck, eager and ready to help with docking when that time came.

Seagulls kewed all around the ship as it slid up next to the largest pier, where a combination of crew and port hands worked together to tie it up and keep it anchored in place while the ramp was lowered to the wharf. Before it had been secured, the first of the sailors eagerly filed out down its incline, many of which were tossing their coin bags, eager to get to their R and R.

Trisani grabbed at Natasha and Chezza, dragging them along with her so they could join her. They begrudgingly followed, not wanting to upset her due to her history of violent outbursts or general physical dominance when she didn't immediately get her way. Kansi and Telkop both carried on, but not until after the majority of the crew had already departed and dispersed into the town.

It was a normal port city, lots of buildings and businesses along the shoreline to greet sailors, fishing boats lined up and ready to depart, a fish market, and behind the promenade, hundreds of normal looking buildings made of wood and stone with simple overlapping roof tiling. Nothing out of the ordinary, but very large. Apparently this was one of the biggest ports in the Ijimulian region, and based on the berth of the pier - easily fifty docks each able to house two boats or one ship - Chezza believed it.

Once most of the crew had disappeared into the various lures of port life, the group got together at the base of the pier. First and most prominently, here was Trisani, who looked anxious and entirely too eager to leave and go get drunk beyond control if not for the rest of them holding her back; It was clear she was masking her disdain for their patience and relaxed nature since she was very much so an 'in the moment' person, and they had only two days before they would depart again. Natasha and Kansi were a bit more calm, waiting to make a group decision, as well as a passive Telkop and an indifferent Chezza, who didn't care what they did.

As Natasha, Trisani, and Kansi chattered at one another about what they wanted to do, Telkop spoke up just loud enough to get them to pay attention. Two words were all he needed. "Pub Crawl?"

"Yes! That's it! EVERY pub and tavern on the pier. Appetizer dishes followed by a pitcher and shots. Done. Let's go!" Trisani grabbed Telkop and practically dragged him to the Leaky Dinghy, a tiny little pub that had a front deck bar exposed to the pier as well as an actual restaurant inside. She practically forced Telkop onto a stool, and she squatted her rump down next to him while stomping her fists down on the bar, yipping and howling orders to anyone who would listen. "Grog and Grub! Bring it! Anything you got! Stew or beef or steak or wings or, I don't care. That and some beer!"

The others all sat next to her, with Chezza at one end, Nat and Kansi between her and tris, with Telkop at the end. Chezza didn't want to be as loud or obnoxious, so she ordered some wine and cheese, feeling that she deserved to treat herself a little bit. Natasha asked for a steak and lobster combo with a salad on the side, opting to not drink, while Kansi and Telkop just got stew. They were likely going to be saving their money for a brothel.

When they all had their food and booze, Trisani almost immediately succumbed to her base instincts, leaning over to caress Telkop's back while reaching down under the bar to grab his inner thigh. "So, sailor, you got any plans tonight? I do. You!" She leaned in close and nipped at the base of his ear, making him shiver a bit. Truth be told, she wasn't usually like this on the ship; when in active duty she was mature, responsible, and dedicated well beyond the average conscript, but that just made her relaxation time even more intense when they came, and this was her in power-party mode.

In an effort to distract her from molesting Telkop, Chezza raised her mug full of wine, proposing a toast. "Ladies, gentleman, I think now is about as good a time as any to raise our glasses to each other, and this crazy, outlandish adventure we're all on. We may not have ended up in the place we wanted, but we're all here together and twelve months later, we're all still safe. Here's to another eight months, then we can all return to our studies in relative peace." She pushed her mug in to touch with everyone else's, including both of Trisani's, and they all chugged until their respective glasses were empty.

They had a lot of partying to get through and only two days to do it, and they were sure to fast-track every bit of excitement they could get, drinking enough to ensure that the sturdy land felt as off-balance as the ship in a storm.

"Okay, so, kill, mate or marry. Queen Talba, Captain Yelena, or Appolonia? Telkop, what would you prefer." Trisani asked him before taking a huge swig of her spirits.

He put his booze down and looked down at his plate, contemplating his answer. As he tapped his fingertips on the bar, he glanced over to the other ladies. "Well, that one...that one's hard. I don't want to kill any of them, but..." He paused to belch into his fist. "But if I had to chose, it's about as easy as it gets. Mate with Appolonia, marry Talba, Kill Captain Yelena." He nodded with self approval and took another drink while glancing sidelong at the others.

Natasha leaned in. "Why kill Captain Yelena?"

"She's a bitch."

Both Trisani and Nat both glanced at each other with a look of what could be called fear. Tris leaned in close. "You can't say something like that, man. That ain't cool."

He shook his head as he swallowed. "Not like that. I mean like, she's kinda bitchy. Mean. I don't want to kill anyone, but if I had to pick between them, Captain Yelena is kind of a stiff-tailed, hard assed captain. She's gotta be, but who knows, maybe Sanfrit will take over for her. As for the other two, Marrying the queen is an obvious answer to become king, but Appolonia is fine and probably tight as a cleric's cunt." He made a wavy motion with his hands, nearly falling off balance. "Fine."

Chezza smiled and took a sip of her wine. She was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol, but as a seasoned sailor - having spent the better part of half a year at sea - she was learning quick to hold her liquor. "So why not mate Talba?"

"Have you seen the queen? She's twice as tall as I am and part horse, I doubt she'd even feel me inside her. I don't think that'd be fun for me. Anyway, Chez, how about you. Mate, Marry, Kill with Keploen, Melvar, and Styreks." He grinned as he said the last name, knowing very well of the history that she had with the laurossin.

She blushed and lowered her head as she nursed her wine. "Uhm, I don't know, to be honest. Let me think." She closed her eyes and made a few hand motions as if she was sorting things out, mumbling nonsense all the while. After a few minutes of having her friends watch her closely, she seemed to have an answer. "Alright, I'd probably kill Melvar; he's kind of a dick, even if that stallion back half is tempting. Uhm, I don't know about the other two. I'd probably marry Keploen and mate Styreks!"

Her answer seemed to surprise the others. Kansi raised an ear to her. "Not marry Styreks?"

Chezza shrugged. "He's a great mate, but he's not much of a talker. Long term, I doubt he'd be all that engaging. Good guy, but kinda boring after a while. Keploen, on the other wing, I think he'd be a bit more, uhm, caring? Gryphons and capricorns can't mate so we'd not have kids, but if we adopted I imagine he'd be a bit more, uh...paternal? I dunno, I don't know much about him, but he always seemed kind as far as I can tell." She shrugged and finished off her wine. "Time to get outta here, this game is boring." She slid her cup and a single silver over the other side of the bar before grabbing Natasha and Kansi, draggign them off and away from the stools.

All five of them stumbled their way out away from the bar to see that the moon had risen and the stars were out. The wharf was still active even after sundown, and there were a few ships docking at some of the southern piers, but Chezza wasn't so worried about that. "Okay, We're all kind of wrecked here, but there's so much more fun to be had! Let's go on an adventure!" She immediately dove into an alley between buildings and laughed as Trisani squatted down to take a piss. No time for the latrine.

"Aw, come on bitch, that's not cool." Natasha protested, grabbing her sister by the hair and forcing her to stand up. "At least piss in the ocean where there's no difference."

Trisani snarled and snapped at Natasha. "Bitch please, the shore is all the way over there."

Chezza was happily watching the other two bicker and complain when she glanced over to see that Telkop had pulled down his pants and was also taking a leak on the side of the building, leaning against it with one hand. He was being respectful by pissing in a corner between building and dumpster, but that didn't stop her from catching a glimpse of his sheath from the side. Though the night was upon them and it was dark between the buildings, the faint starlight reflected off his deep red cock shaft, making it look huge.

Though she wasn't all that drunk, she knew that R+R was a time to have all the fun she could, so she immediately leaned into him before he could sheathe himself and pressed her lips to his, aggressively slamming him back against the wall. He seemed a little shocked at her outburst, but he quickly allowed it, and was gifted with the sensation of her grinding her hips up against his thigh, rubbing herself through the white and red naval outfit.

"Ooooh yeah!" Natasha and Trisani cheered for her, hooting and hollering before Trisani did the same to Kansi. However, Kansi wasn't into females, and quickly rejected her.

But Chezza was too busy with Telkop to worry about the others. Maybe they'd join, maybe they'd watch. She didn't know and honestly didn't care. Now that her barrier of bashfulness had been shattered, she wasn't going to hold back. She grabbed at his long hair with one hand as she forced her lips tight to his, tongue snaking its way out to caress his as her other hand slid down his belly and around his sheath to fondle his balls.

Telkop remained a little unnerved by the sudden attack and advances within his maw, but they had hooked up before and he knew to just go with the flow, so he leaned back into her and lifted up his leg to push hard into her pussy, aiding her grinding motions to further please her. Within seconds he could actually see a wet spot soaking through the fabric of both their uniforms, emanating from her nether region. Of course, this triggered a second level of arousal, and he eagerly returned the favor by cradling her beast, only to slowly slip down towards her belly.

"Here, let me take care of that for you." She said with a hushed whisper, eagerly untying her pants to give him better access. Without saying another word, she parted her legs just a bit and eased up on the grinding to leave a bit of room between them as her hand returned to his crotch. She wrapped her fingers around his sheath to pull it back, exposing more of his ruby red shaft; the glisten was a beautiful sight, even if only out of the corner of her eye.

He did as he was meant to, and aggressively reached down through her waist band to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her uniform. He quickly slid his fingers down her mound to find the soft flesh of her lips, parting them with index and ring finger before slipping his middle digit in to coax a gentle moan from her right into his maw. His fingertip slid over her clit while pressing it like a button, the pressure making her squeak and shudder as she bleated gently.

"There we go." She whimpered, biting his lip before pulling away from the kiss. Her hips kept grinding at his hand, eager to feel more of him inside her, but the angle was all wrong. She glanced back over her shoulder to see Trisani, Natasha, and Kansi all staring at her with open maws, each leaning against a stack of ale and wine barrels. She reached out - careful to not leave the sensual massage of his fingers - and brushed them away. "Begone, unless you're going to join in." She winked and begrudgingly pulled away from him, only to step out of her boots and pants before tossing them onto the barrel between the sisters.

Her hooves sunk into the mud a bit, but that didn't stop her from hopping up onto the barrel with her back to the wall of the building, knees up and legs spread. She glanced over at Natasha and Trisani with a sly grin, yet was surprised when Natasha turned around and knelt in the mud next to the barrel, burying her face between Chezza's legs. Instinctively, Chezza closed her thighs, but relaxed when she felt the broad, soft tongue of her friend sliding up between her lips to caress and massage her clit. "Hmmmm, good show, Nat!" She moaned as she grabbed a hold of the canine's ears and kept both their pairs of lips together.

Natasha growled a bit - pleasant-like - and peeled her lips back to expose her teeth. Her tongue kept working at Chezza's pussy before she leaned in and took a big, deep bite on the flesh where crotch and thigh met.

Chezza moaned and arched her back, pushing into Nat's muzzle as her bi-cloven hooves clacked and writhed independent of each other. As she twisted her spine, she pressed her cheek and horn to the side of the wall, writhing in pleasure against the passion of Natasha's tongue. Eventually, she let her hooves down on the rim of the barrel, grinding back against the canine's snout, her depths soaking wet and literally dripping with her fluids. She was so distracted she didn't even notice that Trisani and Kansi had disappeared out from between the buildings, leaving the three of them in the alley.

"You like that, girl?" Nat moaned from between Chezza's legs. She wrapped both her arms around the capricorn's thighs, using her very finger tips to part Chezza's lips, spreading her open and gaping her depths as she buried her snout once again. This time, her tongue was able to easily penetrate deep inside, its soft and malleable berth folding backwards to caress the entire upper half of Chezza's walls while also lapping at the fluids so she could gulp them down.

"Mmmhmm!" She groaned and nodded, biting her tongue while glancing down over her body to watch the white-furred canine nuzzle and nibble and lick and suckle at her sex, The bumpy and soft tongue explored her depths, coaxing a series of twitches and whimpers from her; Natasha knew how to please a woman, that was for sure. However, She'd started with Telkop and it seemed like he was getting irritated he couldn't join in.

He pushed his way up next to Natasha, burying his snout up in between Chezza's thighs next to Natasha so his tongue could wrestle hers for rights to caress Chezza. Both took turns licking at her lips, periodically biting at her inner thigh when the other was buried in her sex. This went on for a few moments as the two shared before Telkop grabbed her legs and yanked her forward so that her rump was hanging off the side of the barrel, her thick scaled tail dangling down to nearly drag in the mud.

"What have you got in mind?" Chezza asked, bashfully biting her claw, hooves writhing in anticipation. She could feel the dribble of their saliva and her lubricating fluids trickling over her rump to soak the base of her tail, but above all else she could feel her nethers throbbing with every beat of her heart. Her form was growing hypersensitive due to the mixture of alcohol and arousal, and her body was eagerly preparing for when Telkop had his way with her.

Naturally, he didn't wait long. The foreplay was over, and he needed to have his release, so he sidled up next to her and peeled his sheath back with a pop over his knot, exposing every inch of his gloriously deep red cock. With one step and a shift of his hips, he had the tip resting gently on her engorged clit.

She reached down between her legs to cradle his member, sliding fingers up and down his length while guiding him to her depths. She let out a gently hiss with her tongue flopped out, hips grinding up against him to force the tip into her.

He took the invitation and forced himself between her lips, his thick shaft parting her depths until his unformed knot pressed against her depths. Rather than force it in all at once, he leaned into her to apply some pressure before gently pulling away to relish the slickness of their flesh caressing one another. With another slow but powerful thrust, he forced himself in as deep as he would go until his knot once again stopped him from slipping fully into the capricorn's depths. He kept at this, slowly pushing in as deep as he would go and pulling off, each time getting a bit deeper until he could feel his softened knot was on the cusp of popping into her.

Chezza grunted and groaned against his motions, grinding her hips up as her hands gripped at the side of the barrel. She could see Natasha in behind Telkop, on her knees and snout buried up under his tail with her tongue out to caress his pucker as he did his thing. The canine's paw was down her pants, rubbing herself while she pleased the sire, completely ignoring Chezza now. Chezza, of course, could feel the pressure build in her depths as Telkop's knot kept slamming against her lips, and she knew she could handle it so she wrapped her legs around his waist and interlocked her ankles, holding him close while she pushed back and squeezed.

All at once, his knot squeezed into her, sliding through her tight pussy flesh to expand inside her, locking into her depths. Only, she wasn't canine, she didn't lock or tie like bitches did. Instead, the steadily growing girth of his knot applied pressure to her walls until it was forced out with a wet squelch and a splash of precum that had flowed from him in wake of him plunging all in. He seemed a little disappointed until she grabbed him by the shoulder of his uniform and pulled him in close.

"Fuck me hard, knot fuck me until I scream." She commanded him; at the same time, she dug her heels into the small of his back and squeezed hard, grinding her pussy up against his sheath until the bulbous lobes popped into her again, this time with relative ease. Still, she could feel the pressure of it working against her pussy walls to the point where it felt like it was about to slip out again, so she squeezed harder and proceeded to lift her hips up to match his.

Telkop growled and leaned down over her, cradling her rump and thighs with each of his hands, relishing the pressure and the snug fit. Problem was, as a canine, he didn't have much of a thrust game. The combined pressure from her depths clenching around him, the friction of his knot popping in and out, as well as the texture of Natasha's tongue lapping at his tailhole kept him from holding off very long. Another few thrusts - each accompanied by a brisk jerking sensation as his knot popped in and out - and he found his motions growing erratic. The climax quickly grew to hit its peak and he slammed himself as hard as he could go, forcing his knot to shift throb against her depths as his pelvic region twitched, spewing strand after strand of his silken seed into her.

She gasped and squeezed him tighter than she had, hands clutching at the fabric and fur on his chest as she felt his seed get deposited into her amidst a series of muscle twitches that shot it. Her eyes rolled back in his head and her hands grasped at anything she could as she convulsed on the barrel, relishing the sensation of swollen knot pulsing and throbbing against her taut flesh. To her delight, Telkop kept pumping stream after stream into her, regardless of the fact he'd already climaxed. His tail was pumping up and down with every muscular contraction, and he was biting his lip as surge after surge of pleasure pumped more cum into her depths.

The glory of being with a canine.

After a few moments of idly pumping more and more into her, he started to relax; his knot was shrinking inside her, nearly ready to pop out when she let go of his hips. His member popped out with a flood of gooey, slimy cum all over the capricorn's reptilian tail.

Suddenly, Natasha poked her head in between Telkop's legs, lapping at the dribbling mess on the underside of Chezza's tail, gulping it all down bit by bit as her tongue slid up the soft scales until they met at the girl's lips - the source of the flowing cum. Once again, Natasha buried her snout in between Chezza's thighs, offering a series of long, loving lips up until she was able to insert her tongue deep and pluck the cum from her depths. She hummed and growled in pleasure as she leaned into the capricorn's pussy like she was making out with a lover, smacking lips and suckling on the flesh to pull the last of the cream out, all of which she happily swallowed.

When she was done, she gave one final long lick from rump to clit before gently smacking Chezza's lower belly. "There ya go, dear. Now it's my turn." She turned and pressed her chest to Telkop, undoing her buttoned shirt to expose her breasts before tossing her uniform onto the barrel next to Chezza.

"Fine, fine. If you say so." Chezza groaned as she rolled onto her side and off the barrel. She quickly found her knees were weak, but she forced the strength into them needed to put her boots and pants back on before leaving Natasha and Telkop alone in the alleyway.

When she emerged from between the buildings, a couple of younger folks scattered away, having likely glimpsed their little tryst. She smiled and laughed, only to stumble when she went to take a step. Her nethers were a little sore thanks to Telkop's aggressive knot fucking, but she loved that and now she just had a craving for more. "Where's Styreks?" She asked herself as her eyes scanned from one dock to the next, trying to remember where the ship was parked. It was only a few over, so she immediately hobbled her drunk tail end over there, ignoring the random blokes who were walking by.

Eventually, once she was close enough, she poked her head over a shipping container to see if Styreks was around, since there were so many shipping crates on the dock it would hide anyone coming off the ship to the wharf itself. She was acting silly, but that was the wine speaking. To her surprise, she saw him walking back and forth, up and down the dock to move around cargo.

She moved to go say hi to him, to apprehend the beast of a dragon, but found she was frozen in place by the image of him doing his job. The cool moon light was bleaching his form, highlighting his every rippling muscle and harsh-edged ridge. He would walk from one end of the dock to grab a box or sack of grain, only to toss it over his shoulder and walk it up to the ship, where he would stack it in piles near the ramp. Chezza had a deep infatuation with his body, since it was a hybrid of biped and quadruped; he could stand like a biped or walk around on all fours like a feral; either way he had a strength that was mesmerizing to watch in action.

Styreks was a laurossin, similar in shape and form to a saurossin, but only a half breed when mixed with another race of reptiles. That didn't mean anything to Chezza, though; at least not aside from the distraction she was subjecting herself to. She couldn't help but watch him move, stare as he flexed those muscles, observe him doing his job as the muscle of the ship.

After about a dozen passes back and forth, each one having him carry a bag of something like rice or wheat on board, he cocked his head to the side and chirped. "Chezza." He said simply, smirking. Even in the dim light of the night, he was able to see her blue horns poking out from behind a massive shipping crate. True to his form, he didn't say much.

With a sheepish grin on her face, she stepped out from behind the wood to show herself to him. She smiled and took a few steps forward, kicking her boots off into the pile of scrap and folded nets next to some of the cargo. With every step, she was careful to stomp her hooves and make noise so he paid attention to her, swaying hips out to look as sultry and sexy as she could. She also started unbuttoning her uniform's top, eventually dropping it behind her as she got in close to him. "Hey there, stud. What are you up to?" She got in real close, so that his large draconic snout was mere inches away from her face; close enough to feel the warmth of his breath.

He glanced up and down her body, taking a mental image for later. The bag of rice was still on his shoulder, draped over onto his back and resting on the base of his wing. "Work." He said, his voice low and quiet; he knew that it was best to keep his volume down.

Chezza slowly slid her hands down her exposed belly as she blinked seductively, following that up by unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall to the ground around her ankles. She was completely nude, and really hoped that nobody who walked by the dock saw past the pile of shipping crates to see her flirting with her deck hand. "Would you rather be doing something else. Maybe play? With me?" She leaned into him, rubbing her cheek against his snout while caressing his chin with her fingertips.

Styreks stepped past her, sure to drag his cheek, neck, shoulder, and side across her form before curling his tail around her midsection. He glanced past the shipping crates to see if anyone could see before turning back around, uncoiling his tail from her in a way that made her pivot on her hooves before falling on her back on a pile of netting. "Fun." He growled at her, smiling. While she was on the ground, he stomped up next to her and crouched down so that his belly was hovering just inches above the wood of the docks before nuzzling into her belly with snout resting between her breasts.

She grabbed onto his horns and kept him close, her heart beat going wild as his chin and neck remained resting on her belly. Though it was cold on the beaches at night, he was surprisingly warm and she liked that a lot. Despite her being in a needy mood with a hunger for dragon cock, there was a brisk moment where she just wanted to stay there with Styreks cuddling her, using his chin warmth to keep her happy. Due to that, she took a few moments to caress his cheeks as he looked up at her with a big sly grin.

She also knew that Styreks knew her very well, including her more sly and bashful side. She'd told him in the past that when she was being like this, he should just dive right in, so he did. While pulling against her grabby hands, he leaned back and pressed his snout to her inner thigh, using the muscles to make the multi-layered ridge scales move in waves, caressing and pinching her while also tickling her with his warm breath. While he stared at her, his large head looming ominously between her raised knees, he stuck his tongue out to nearly flick at her clit.

Frustrated, she leaned forward to grab his horns and encourage him downward, practically moving his tongue for him over her soaking wet lips. However, the second she did that, he sniffed a few times and cocked his head to the side, curious.

"Have fun?" He asked, referring to the slight remnants of cum that was still inside her, giving off a musky scent. It didn't bother him; as a member of the HSM Northern Frost, he knew that monogamy was a myth for land-locked fools. He wasn't accusing her of anything, just making sure she was happy even when he wasn't the one helping her with that.

Chezza bit her lip and nodded. "Telkop had his way with me. Loosened me up for you, so don't be gentle." She gave his cheek another rub before leaning back on the pile of net. "But don't leave me waiting, either. Lots of sailors on the wharf would love to have a go at me right now."

He nodded his massive head and let out a deep exhalation, using some of his fire breath to really warm her nethers without singeing any of her fur as he slipped into a position to allow his tongue to stretch out and taste her lips. The forked tip tickled either side and cradled her clit for a moment before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, tongue prodding at her depths.

She was pretty relaxed at this point; the alcohol had taken its hold and she was just enjoying the sensation of being pleasured. Her hands found grip on the net, her hooves tangled up in it while Styreks had his way with her. He was a dragon of few words, and that was how she liked it in the heat of the moment, so she let herself smile while resting her head on a buoy behind her, careful to not let her curved horns catch the net. Her spine arched a bit as she grinded down on his snout, using the ridges above his nostrils to please herself until he pulled away.

"Tasty!" He growled at her, a comical look on his face as his entire snout was glistening with her fluids. He licked his chops and scratched his chin before returning his head down between her legs, only this time he bit at her inner thigh with enough pressure to nearly break the skin.

"Owh, Hey! Not so hard!" She protested, rushing to push his head away from her leg.

He was a kind but simple soul, so he didn't return to bite like that, but he did gently nibble on her inner thigh a bit before returning to her slit, tongue eagerly lapping at her from rump to clit like a dog. His arms kept him up off the ground so he didn't waste energy balancing , but the angle wasn't quite right so he flopped down fully on his belly with chin, neck, chest, and torso all flat against the wood of the dock and the edge of the net pile as his tongue extended out to prod at her depths. The forked tip pushed one of her lips to the side, then the other before plunging in while his snout pressed against her mound in a passionate kiss.

Thanks to his renewed vigor, Chezza was eager to grind down on him again, rubbing her slit against the ridges of his snout while grabbing one of his horns to hold him there. She grinded down, twitching as each scale slid past her clit in between brisk moments when his tongue was probing into her depths. The alternating pleasure of clitoral and internal stimulation had her hooves clacking and writhing in the air, followed by an explosive climax that had her gasp and spurt a gooey stream of fluid all over his muzzle, capped off by her gasping and laying out flat on the net pile.

Styreks licked his chops as he stood up straight, glancing around to see if anyone heard her little outburst. His head bobbed and weaved to get a look past the pile of shipping crates that hid them, and when he was sure that nobody had seen or heard, he looked back down at her, watching her smile and laugh while twitching gently; he leaned down to nuzzle at her belly, tongue out to gently slide over her lips in another effort to coax another explosion of pleasure from her.

"No, no. Now it's your turn." she moaned, writhing against the touch of his snout and squirming out from under him. Her lithe form and fine fur glistened in the moonlight as she brushed herself off, a dark splash of moisture emanating out from between her legs in a sun-like pattern. "Lay down, on your back. My turn to care for you." She pointed at the pile of net she'd been laying on, only to have a wave come up under the deck, splashing ocean mist against her form. She shook her hair off and raked it back with her fingertips, glancing over at Styreks as the dragon watched her.

"Okay." He agreed, licking his lips as he lumbered back over. He lowered his head and rolled over his neck to flop onto his back, wings partially spread for stability. His member was gently poking out of the engorged sheath that held it, the glistening tip a shining beacon of sensuality amidst his relatively dull belly scales. He kept his arms folded up on his chest, opting to let Chezza have control of the situation.

And control she took. With one fluid motion, she hopped over him so that each of her legs was straddling his wide hips, lithe form standing over the dragon's body. She grinned and stared down at him, tooth poking out from her lips thanks to a sly grin. "Are you ready? I know my body is." As she spoke, she kept eye contact and slid her fingers over her breasts and down past her belly to rub herself, parting both pussy lips and letting a single drop of her lubricant splash on the cream colored scales of his belly next to his member. "Prepare yourself."

As she looked back over her shoulder, she saw he was nearly fully exposed, his mauve cock shining and sparkling in the moonlight. She went to squat, but found his torso was too wide to do that, so she just knelt on his belly and reached back, collecting some of her on fluids from between her legs before gingerly plucking at the pointy, fleshy nubs around the rim of his head. Every touch made his entire body tense up, so she kept at it.

Her fingers wrapped around the tip and squeezed, sliding down the shaft only to find he was toot hick for her middle finger and thumb to stay touching tips. She gave a few idle strokes before pushing back over his semi-bulbous knot to ensure the sheath was completely withdrawn from his length. When she was sure it was clear, she smiled down at the bashful and cute looking Styreks right in the eye. "Having fun?" She asked with her hand cradling his tip and shaft, slowly shimmying her way back over his belly until she felt his cock pressing up against her lips.

He slid his hands down past her form to wrap around her thighs, holding her in place while he bucked his hips upwards, forcing his cock tip to part her lips and slip into her. The more dominant, take-control Styreks was what she liked most, and it often took a bit of coaxing to get it out of him. The only vocalization he offered was a gentle grunt followed by a low key, drawn out growl as he rubbed his flesh against hers.

"See? That's a bit more like it!" She cooed at him, grinning wildly with her tongue hanging out. She was really starting to get into it, relishing the sensation of his incredibly thick shaft stretching her flesh out wide. Telkop's knot had already opened her up and loosened her out, so she thought nothing of it as she leaned back as hard as she could, her lips swallowing the dragon's cock right down to the top of his bulbous knot. The sensation of his spiny nubs splaying out and tickling her from inside was a form of heaven that threatened to have her cry out in pleasure. She had to stop herself from doing that, for fear of someone walking by and hearing her. Instead, she just grunted and whimpered, clenching her walls down around him while she stayed in place.

"Harder?" Styreks asked, his claws gripping her thighs even tighter. His throbbing cock pulsed as his many nubs prodded at her flesh from within, pleasing her as though he was actually thrusting. When she bit her lip and nodded slowly, he peeled his lips back in a grin and growl, bucking his hips up to force himself in deep. His member slid through her canal, parting lips and stretching her malleable depths as the fleshy barbs around his tip caught and tickled her canal walls, increasing sensation every step of the way.

She was absolutely loving every second of his persistent, steady pace, so she kept at him as well, matching his thrusts by grinding down on him. His knot was massive, perhaps even too massive for her to take, but that didn't stop her from trying. She pushed back as hard as she could every time he bucked his hips into her, their alternate unison resulting in an audible slapping and squishing sound as their flesh attacked each other. Luckily, it was drowned out by the creaking and groaning of the ship, as well as the gently sloshing of the surf below them under the dock.

The rhythmic sounds of their passion kept at a steady pace, with her accenting each slapping sound with a light gasp and moan. She was pushing back hard against his knot every time, trying her best to force it to slide into her as Telkop's had, but for some reason it just wasn't going in. When the bulbous lobes pressed to her lips, it was like she hit a wall, and he wouldn't go any deeper. With that in mind, she kept at it, and told him to hold off. "Stop...stop a second." She whispered. His sense of hearing was quite good, so even amidst the slapping of their flesh and the sloshing of the surf, he stopped his aggressive thrusts.

She looked him in the eye with a grin, slowly pushing herself back while grinding her hips against his, the berth of his knot sliding and shifting against her walls. Sadly, her flesh didn't seem like it was malleable enough, yet. No matter how much force she applied to his member, it wouldn't go deeper.

Styreks cocked his head to the side and bucked up one more time. "Need Help?" He offered, digging his claws into her hips and forcing her down on his cock.

"Y-yeah. But this won't do! Come, come." She shifted her weight and found her footing off to the side of him; as she stood up, she felt the sucking sensation of his thick tip tugging on her depths before popping out with a cascade of combined fluids all over his belly. She slid her fingers between her legs to capture some of his mess to taste as she hopped across the deck to a nearby pile of barrels and crates, hopping up onto a small box while leaning over one of the barrels. "Try this position."

He rolled to his side and got to his feet, carefully walking over while glancing around the crates. To his dismay, he found that if he stood right behind her, his head would just barely poke up over one of the crates, thus revealing them to any who would walk by. "Bad Spot." He protested, slinking down so that he hid.

She turned around and patted him on the chest, giggling. "Oh, silly Styreks, who cares? Let them watch? Come on, mate me as deep and as hard as you can! I want you to Shiggity Ship-Wreck me!" With that, she turned back around and lifted her tail with the aid of her hand, exposing the dripping folds between her legs.

The laurossin was hesitant at first, but quickly hopped onto her with legs on the dock; she had to be up higher than him on the crate she was standing on, because of their difference in height. With her presenting in doggystyle position, he grabbed her hips and bucked himself into her, the tip of his cock stabbing at air until he found her plump lips. In one fluid motion, he forced himself into her, his every inch disappearing between her glorious purple pussy. As before, his knot slapped against her pelvis, stopping him from going any deeper. He grunted and pushed, only to knock her off balance until her hips were resting on the rim of the barrel.

"Harder!" She demanded, practically yelling at him. "Don't stop until you're tied inside me!" She arched her back and grinded down as hard as she would go, wiggling her hips to let his member shift and adjust, slowly finding the optimal angle and rotation.

His claws started to dig at her hips to the point he was nearly drawing blood, but he held on with all his might while arching his back, forcing his bulbous member to grind and squish against her depths. He was careful to keep his head low for fear of someone seeing him popping up over the deck, but he started to relax a bit when he felt his lobes squish and shift inside her, slowly forcing their way in through her tight opening.

A gentle, low key whimper escaped her maw as she let go of her tail, arms splayed out over the barrel to brace herself. She did all she could to relax her pelvic muscles against the force of his thrusting, biting her lips as she felt his flesh force hers wide apart. "Go on, force it in!" She grunted, wincing in the slightest bit of pain; she wanted it, needed it, and even in her drunken stupor knew that she'd regret it in the morning, but the sensations were too pleasant, the pain bringing with it an insurmountable wave of pleasure.

Suddenly and all at once, the bulbs of his knot squished just enough to wedge their way into her pussy, and once that happened the pressure of his weight and thrust against her made his entire member to the sheath burst into her.

She clawed at the air and balled her hands in fists as she whimpered and shuddered against him. The pressure was so much inside her that once she clenched down, it forced him out of her again with a splash of her fluids leaking down his inner thighs. "Again!" She demanded, perhaps a bit too loud.

Styreks was now in the mood and his arousal had hit its peak, so he was caring less and less about being incognito. With that shift in mentality, he stood up straight and bucked his hips against her while his claws gripped at her, forcing his knot into her again, this time with much, much less resistance. When he relaxed, he popped out again, so he repeated the process, bucking himself with the force needed to have his knot slide in and out of her, gradually loosening her and making it easier.

Chezza was sore as could be, with a warmth emanating from her nethers thanks to the friction and the pressure of the knot popping in and out of her repeatedly. Her eyes had rolled back in her skull and her tongue was hanging out, an explosion of pleasure coursing through her torso accompanying every one of his violent, forceful thrusts.

She loved every moment of it, and she found herself loosening up and relaxing to ensure that his knot could slide in and out of her like it was shaft. However, the softness of her sex seemed to be bringing him to climax pretty quickly. After a few dozen aggressive bucks, he capped it off with one powerful thrust that nearly knocked the barrel over with her on it, his knot forcing itself into her as deep as it would go, the barbs and nubs of his cock tip flaring out within her with enough force and bombast she could actually feel a series of tiny bulges forming in her lower abdomen as his seed erupted into her. She could tell he was doing all he could to hold back a roar of pleasure.

A hot silken mess bloated her belly before bursting out between her lips, trickling down her inner legs after spurting out in powerful streams. She stomped her hoof down on the wood of the crate as she shuddered and convulsed, orgasmic pleasure rocking her entire body. Her vaginal walls clenched down hard, forcing his length and knot to burst from her sex in a torrent of thick, creamy mess. The knot was deflating and his member's features had softened thanks to finishing up; his claws had relaxed a bit, releasing her from his grip.

When he hopped off her and backed away, his member was slowly retreating back into its sheath. He rubbed the side of his head and smiled, offering a bashful look before sitting on a pile of rice bags. "Fiery..." He said, smiling.

She glanced back over her shoulder and tried to get up or offer him a hug. Problem was, her nethers were so sore and her body was so weak from the full-bodied orgasm that she fell over onto the pile of netting. Truth be told, she could have gotten up to do something, but found the softness of the rope too comforting.

She grabbed a bundle of net and bunched it up under her head, mumbling idly as she let her drunken fatigue take her over. The last thought that went through her mind was the soreness under her tail as she watched Styreks return to his duties, shipping the rice from dock to deck.

This was only the first day of her time at port. Who knew what kind of adventures she'd get into tomorrow? That is, if she wasn't reprimanded for being found naked on the pier, with her uniform in a ragged mess amidst a pile of net. That's fine, that was future Chezza's problem.