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Wrinkle in the Moon's Reflection

What an adventure. Life aboard the Storm of the Rift was certainly interesting for both Mikhail and Arnika ever since being 'rescued' from the clutches of their old brothel. For years, both of them were tormented, abused, taken advantage of, and raped while doing their jobs, and nobody cared due to their roles as the whores; as far as most saw the situation, it was their job to please others even at the expense of their own happiness and well-being. When Ilorek, Valencia, and the crew of The Storm of the Rift showed up, they saw the conditions at the brothel were less than idea for the two of them, so they hauled in some booty and purchased them both as well as a few others at a premium rate.

The mentality between Captain Ilorek and Quartermaster Valencia was that all should be free to live their lives, and that nobody should be forced into slavery of any kind, especially not being forced into the sex trade. Of course, nothing in life comes completely free and they were expected to serve aboard the vessel to replace the Deck-Lass and Deck-Lad that had recently been granted their freedom after years of service. Kind of a short term job in exchange for buying their liberation. Both eagerly accepted and had been serving for a few years.

For Miki, this was a dream come true. Sure, there were plenty of dangers aboard a pirate ship such as the weather, the seas, other pirates, and especially the Coastal Discipline Authority, but there was insurmountable freedom. Aboard the ship, he was granted freedom from all laws but the law of the ocean, freedom from the constraints of land, and freedom from the domineering abuse he received when in the brothel. He had duties to go with it, but as established, no freedom comes without some form of payment. Not only was he okay with this trade, but he was enthusiastic since it was a choice he made. He took over immediately and his natural inclination to serve and assist meant that he was perfect for the role.

Arnika, on the other paw, had a different reason for wanting to join in on the adventure. She was offered the same deal he was, but she didn't take it quite as enthusiastically. Unlike Mikhail, she actually liked her time in the brothel. Her job fit her perfectly, and while she was still technically a slave to the brothel head, she wasn't eager to leave since she got as much enjoyment out of the glorious messes as her clients did. Only reason she went was because she couldn't stand to be away from the one true friend she made there and knew she could put her skills to proper use when on a ship. Pirates were notoriously randy and prone to violent outbursts when in the mood and no ladies were present.

The two were inseparable ever since joining the crew of the Storm of the Rift, and even shared a bunk bed in the main barracks area.

Captain Ilorek and Quartermaster Valencia had taken the crew out to the Ijimulian Archipelago - The Land of a Thousand Islands and a Million Treasures - and were a few days away from landing on the Isle of Gryphons. It had been a week already and most were eager for a return to land, but Miki and Arnika were happy to be at sea; Land reminded them of their past lives.

Mikhail was laying in bed as the ship rocked and creaked on the open seas, staring up at the smaller top bunk - really just a hammock dangling above him - when Arnika flipped her face over the side to look down at him. Most of the rest of the crew had already left the barracks to assume their role on deck.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" She yipped at him. Her big canine ears were pointed up and her paws were curled over the side of the hammock. "Big day ahead, can't be wasting any time on a pirate ship! Yarrr!" She made a curled hook with her finger before losing her balance, making the hammock flip and dump her out onto the side of Miki's bed. She tumbled off the ledge and landed on her rump, pausing a moment before her tail wagged behind her.

He rolled onto his side, resting his cheek on his palm to calm himself amidst the rocking of the boat; even with many months behind him at sea, he had to re-adjust every morning. "Good job, klutz. Not sure if that'd be the best way to start the day, you know?" He wasn't under any blanket, because the Ijimulian climate was hot and humid in the first place, he didn't need to keep warm. "I guess it's time to go, though." He groaned as he slipped his legs over the side of the bed, intentionally bumping his heel to Arnika's head before setting foot on the gnarled wood of the floor. He rubbed his eyes clear of the crusties of sleep, then stretched and yawned.

Instead of getting up and darting off to engage in some sort of routine, Arnika hopped to her feet and tackled Miki back onto his bed, straddling his hips as she lapped at his nose. "How about this for a start!" She joked, slipping her snout in next to his, despite his pushing back and resisting. Just then, a wave hit the ship and made the entire room sway in a way that made them lose balance, but she kept at him, which was a distraction as she slowly started grinding her hips down on him. It was the most pleasant of ways to wake both of them up and give them some energy.

Plus she was one of the few partners that he actually enjoyed having some fun with.

Mikhail picked up on the nature of her sensual wake up call, so he quickly grabbed at her rump and gave a gentle squeeze, only to lose his grip when her tail started wagging excitedly. "Calm down girl!" He jovially chastised.

"Awww, what's the matter? Can't get it up if I'm wagging my tail?" As she stared him in the eyes with mock sadness, she started wagging her tail even harder to the point her entire lower half was shaking back and forth. She was in a kneeling position, so her exposed, plump lips were rubbing right against the end of his foreskin-looking sheathe tip. The heat and moisture was slowly drawing him out of hiding; she noticed this and reached between her legs to squeeze and caress down his length between them.

Before long, his entire length was at full mast, the tip poking at his belly. He had his hands tight around her waist, so he held her there and bucked his hips up into her, his length's underside rubbing between her lips. A glistening smear showed on his shaft, starting at the base of the head and going right down to the base, so he grabbed and gave it a rub to rub those juices all around.

She yipped gently with a gentle smile. "Let me handle that for ya." Her relatively tiny hands grabbed him around the head and aimed him up at her lips as she pulled away a bit, giving proper distance between them before sitting back down. She curled her toes and moaned a bit as she felt his girth slipping into her, a familiar warmth of flesh and friction parting her lips and stretching her out. Luckily, she was quite adept at accommodating even the largest males, so Miki's massive member was just the right size for her hungry lips.

"Great way to wake up." He said through gritted teeth. His finger tips dug into her hips and pushed her down, forcing her pussy to slowly swallow every inch of him right down to his belly. In their time together he had come to know precisely how rough he could be with her; And as it happened to be, that was pretty rough. As long as he didn't make her bleed, he could be as aggressive as he wanted. Thing was, even after years of being at sea and in command of only his own pleasure, he couldn't not please others or be compassionate.

With his cock buried deep in his canine companion, he slid one thumb around and pressed at her clit, rubbing gently in such a way it parted her lips and formed a triangular patch of cherry pink between her black lips and his chestnut colored cock. He saw it for only a moment as the ship swayed and some light streamed in from between two planks above.

The touch of his digit made her twitch and squeeze her pussy tight, the added pressure making her depths even cozier and snug around him as she started to bob up and down. The tug of his shaft pulled her lips out far before having them get pushed back in as she slammed herself down on his hips. Her tail had stopped wagging, as she was more focused on pleasing her boy. The northern fox stared him in the eyes with a broad, toothy grin as she nipped at his nose, keeping it playful while picking up the pace.

"H-hey, come on!" He growled back, also smiling. He nipped at her, but she was too quick and was able to grab his snout and push it back. He laughed it off and pushed his hips up high to splunge every last bit of his length into her, cock twitching in pleasure before he pulled out. He hadn't cum yet, and wanted to extend his play a bit even if she was making it quite difficult for him.

She wagged a finger and tsk'd at him. "Can't be wasting time when on the high seas." She reminded him, immediately forcing herself back down onto his length, followed by a sensual grinding and gyrating of her hips to get his cock length to swirl and rub against her sides at every angle. The added motion of the ocean - literally - made their encounter even more sensual, more pleasant.

He agreed, and immediately switched to his more aggressive form. He wrapped his hands around her shoulders and held her down against his chest, forcing member in deep in time with the rocking of the ship. He kept her close in a big affectionate hug, hips arching and sliding cock in and out of her with a special passion he reserved for her and her alone. She was so tight, so snug, so warm, and so wet for him - but that might have been the mist of the ocean splashing against the hull. Either way, he found her aggressive mating and his own morning arousal mixing together in such a way he was finding himself on the verge of climax already.

It was, after all, an early morning quickie and he didn't want to waste any time.

She started to growl against his chest, sensing the increased dominance in him. His muscles were twitching and squeezing her, his cock twitching and pulsing alongside every heartbeat. His thrusts were slow but incredibly strong and deep. When that pace quickened and he started bucking wildly into her, she knew that he'd be finished soon, and they could start their day. In response, she closed her eyes and curled her toes, clenching pelvic muscles around him to resist and squeeze as best she could.

A few hip thrusts later, and his motions became erratic, accented by a rhythmic twitching of his cock length and an intense bulging sensation in her lower belly followed by a warm silkiness splashing into her. She groaned a bit and tensed her leg muscles to squeeze his sides tight, using all her force to grind her hips bones against his, her plump lips smearing fluid all over his lower belly.

Some of his mess escaped due to the pressure, so she pulled out from his arms and sat up straight. While she glanced down at him, she stuck her tongue out and winked once before shifting her weight and slipping off the edge of the bed, his member escaping her with a gentle plop followed by the faint sound of cum drops dripping from her nether lips. She started wagging her tail again to spread the scent as she grabbed a towel and cleaned herself off. Miki leaned in to offer to clean her with his tongue, but she stopped him.

He wasn't expected to do that, anymore. It was a habit he had to break.

"See? No need to waste time. Come on. Got stuff to do, hun." She patted him on the shoulder and rubbed his snout into her breasts before slipping a couple fingers into herself and capturing some of his seed that hadn't leaked. She licked it up and sniffed her digits before reaching up into her hammock, giving Mikhail a perfect and up close view of her nether region. He offered a lick, but she slapped him away. "Get dressed. Come on."

Days were very long when at sea, but there was always something to do. Arnika and Mikhail both were the boatrunners, also known as Deck-Lad or Deck-Lass. Their job was to run errands, pass messages, keep inventory, and document everything. It wasn't labor intensive, but it kept them on their feet and busy from dawn to dusk. First order of the morning was the report to Captain Ilorek; he was the helmsman during the day, with his mate Valencia pulling duties at night.

After grabbing some clothes, Arnika hopped off the side of the bed and stepped into a light skirt made of multi-layered, thin fabric. It was more like a kilt, with a knife holster over her shoulder and pockets over her crotch. She wore a light white blouse with short sleeves on her top, with a thin black tricorne resting 'tween her ears. Mikhail was a bit simpler, with a loose fitting kilt and twin knife holsters over either shoulder. He wore no shirt, since his scales and fur kept him from burning in the tropical sun. When in combat or when in a storm, he'd wear a black and red coat with dozens of pockets, but when doing normal daily activities, it was more about the flexibility.

The two both came out of the dingy darkness of their barracks together, stepping up the broad steps to the deck, where the others were all doing their duty. Instantly, a hit of sea breeze washed up to both of them, and they knew they were home.

Behind the wheel was Ilorek, standing tall with his long haired. golden tipped mane and tail flowing behind him. As they said back on land, Majestic as Fuck. "Ho! Good morning you two! Come, come! I'll dole out your tasks!" He kept his massive hands on the wheel, resisting the will of the sea to keep the rudder straight. Every motion had his muscles bulge and flex under his blouse, proving to Mikhail and anyone else who got a look as to why Ilorek was captain and they weren't.

"Sure. I hope I'm not too late!" Mikhail apologized, hopping up the steps to stand beside Ilorek. Despite Miki being quite tall in his own right - over two meters tall, or seven feet if using imperial measure - Ilorek still stood a full head taller than him. It would have been intimidating if Ilorek was the kind of captain that was cruel or aggressive.

Arnika hopped up in between them and did a standing salute. "And I am ready too, but I'm sure we're not too late. Just on time. I see the sun has just risen!" She was exceptionally perky, like always.

Ilorek nodded and clicked his beak. "Nope, not late. If you were, I'd be sure to send someone below deck to get you. Anyway, Same old tasks. Need a written inventory of spices by weight, dried meats by slice count, medical supplies, pure un-enchanted ademane, Potions, gunpowder, musket shots, etc. Now, we all know the ammunition won't be impacted much, since we haven't been in combat yet this trip, but it's always worth looking into. Mostly just keep us up to date on the food situation. Should be plenty, and if we are able to find something to eat, be prepared to help with the capture and skinning of the game. Nothing out of the ordinary. Oh, and Arnika, I get the impression that dear Jarell needs some affection. He was stuck on board last time we went ashore and...well. you know."

Her expression was already pretty perky and excited, but the mention of Jarell made her smile broadly while panting heavily. "Yes sir!" She eagerly confirmed. Jarell was the pet of Captain Ilorek and Quartermaster Valencia, and he was just the cutest, most loyal lupo-gryphon this side of Epicelia. Arnika didn't get to play with him all that often, but when she did she was happy to go out of her way to please him any way she could. She might not get to him today, but knowing she was given the go-ahead by Ilorek to have a go at him made her nethers tingle all over again.

"Glad to hear it. I know Jarell likes you as much as you like him, and he's protecting Val while she sleeps, but if he come sup from below deck, be sure to take care of that guy." He paused to lean into a turn, spinning the wheel to pivot into a wave. When the sea mist burst up to soak them all, he kept on with his instructions. "I doubt it'll be a very busy day, so don't hesitate to help out with anyone else if they need you. Take the inventory, keep Jarell happy, and offer services wherever they're needed. Dismissed for now, you two." He nodded and saluted with his free hand before returning his focus to the wheel.

"Aye captain." Both Mikhail and Arnika confirmed with a salute before dispersing. They hopped down the short stairwell from the pilot's perch to the main deck. Before them was most of the crew, each tending to their own duties aboard the Storm of the Rift.

High up in the crow's nest was Matilda, the mare that they'd picked up in Arrenthen. She was the navigator and lookout on this day who scanned the seas and horizon for land or other ships in the distance. This was her secondary job to Boatswain, another usually was lookout or navigator. When not high atop the mast, she was an able fighter with a sword or musket, but had no magic in her repertoire at all. As she would say, when you're a mare of that strength and skill, you don't need magic.

Flitting through the rigging was Pluvian, a tiny little bird who would oftentimes be the prime navigator, but wasn't doing so today. He was making sure all the ropes were properly tied and that no fish went un-caught. He served as an able medic when in battle or when the party was out raiding or plundering. He didn't get along with others very well, but he was too good at his job to replace. OF course, the ship had only need for medics when in combat, and the Storm of the Rift hadn't seen another ship in weeks that wasn't at port.

On deck were Pariah and her two heads Hearth and Escher. An interesting specimen, she was a chimera with heads at both ends, one where it should be and another at the end of her snake tail. The two had distinct personalities and would often bicker, but that made them surprisingly good cooks; what one missed, the other would catch. Their distinct palates and skills meant that the crew never went hungry, and were never poisoned by food. Very important upon a ship at sea.

Krendus and Olympia were both hired as gunners, but when sailing were the primary ones who would pull lines and help guide the sails. Olympia was an outstanding fisher, while Krendius was unrivaled as a hunter. Both were irreplaceable on deck.

Though each and every crew member had a role, everybody helped when sailing. Oftentimes, an individual would fill the slots of three or more. Most on deck knew how to cook, even if Pariah was best at it. The arrangement worked, but there was a need for a couple more who could do maintenance, and that's where Miki and Arnika came in. In addition to taking inventory and updating details, they also inspected the ship from bow to stern, making sure no leaks were present. If they were, they had to bolt in some wood and paste to seal the hole.

For now, Mikhail was going to help Pluvian with his search for fish or any game, while Arnika was going to head below deck and take care of prepping some food with Pariah.

Hours later, it was time for lunch. Pariah had made a wonderful stew of the potatoes, veggies, meats, and spices that were about to go bad but hadn't yet. They always got eaten first, and with proper care, anything could taste delicious. The group of them were sitting on the deck, with the moon and stars illuminating their meal. Pariah was still tending to the pot of stew in the kitchen area of the barracks level and Valencia had taken the wheel with Jarell at her side, but everyone else was aboard, with Arnika and Mikhail sitting off to the side while casually observing.

Ilorek sat cross-legged while leaning into the bow, bowl in hand. He stabbed a chunk of meat and chewed it up. "So how was everyone's day? Winds were certainly at our back, and I think we might have gained a day's worth of pace. Yay? Nay?"

Pluvian, who had come down from his perch in the crow's nest, pecked at his meal and grabbed a chunk of potato with his talon. "Hard to tell, to be honest. We were certainly making some great progress, but given our trajectory it would be hard to tell by the stars or anything. I did see something pretty interesting at about midday, though. When Krendius was inspecting the cannons, I looked down to see a large mass pass under the ship. Looked like a hundred meter long sea serpent of sorts, followed by a dozen more. Their black forms slid through the sea like a wisp of wind through a leafless branch. Scary, for sure. Might have been the legendary Iksalanar, but there's no way to tell."

Everyone paused from eating to stare at the tiny bird, and Ilorek hissed at him. "Why didn't you tell us about it? That sounds like a pretty significant thing for a navigator to advise on."

"Wouldn't have mattered. If it decided we were a threat or food, we wouldn't have been able to stop it." He shrugged his wing shoulders and puffed out his chest plumage. "So no reason to get bent out about it. Whatever that creature was, I've never seen anything like it."

Though his story was quite outlandish, Pluvian wasn't known for spinning tall tales, so people didn't question the validity of his claims. Instead, they murmured amongst one another until Mikhail remembered what he felt at that time. When Krendius was tending to the cannons, Mikhail was in the storage vault, counting bags of rice. While there, he felt a grinding underfoot followed by a shifting in the ship. Could that have been the creature that passed beneath them?

The seas were vast and mostly unexplored, so it could be anything in theory.

Still, he didn't want to interrupt the stories too much, so he kept eating his stew while leaning against the guard rails of the edge of the bow.

Olympia grabbed at her stew with her claws, not caring much about the status of her fingers. She popped some meat in her mouth and spoke while chewing. "So do we know what we're expecting at the island, Ilorek? You said there should be riches, but you didn't specify what." She gulped down and finished her thought. "Is it gems? Artifacts? Coin? Or just good old fashioned sand?"

Ilorek rested his wrist on his raised knee, bowl of stew in his outstretched hand. "Well, If things are as my sources tell me, another crew was recently on this island and left some loot. Said it was an absolutely massive haul and the weather kept them from plundering it all. Were gonna go back for it but couldn't make it due to a storm that hit the region a week or so ago, and that we'd better get it before someone else finds it. Simple, really."

"And do you trust this source?" Pluvian asked, ever the skeptic.

"Came from Captain Ceylon himself when we met in Koluma."

A hushed silence came over the group. Ceylon was the leader of the NLF, and as such the leader of any non-navy freelancers that sailed the Ijimulian ocean. Word of booty to be plundered couldn't have possibly have come from a better source.

Krendius seemed unconvinced. "So you're saying the Spirit of Dalonia couldn't handle a storm so they....what, just up and left? That doesn't sound like them. And if it is, why didn't you tell us they were the source before?"

Ilorek shrugged. "Didn't think the source mattered. I got a tip, I had reason to believe it, and we went after it. Have I ever steered you the wrong way?"

"Well, there was that time we got ambushed by the twelve tentacled-" Krendius started.

"Not my fault, you know that." Ilorek interjected.

Olympia leaned in with a grin. "And what about that magic trap that switched our genders?"

"Can you really say that was a bad experience? The treasure was adventure!" The captain explained, holding back a bit of a chuckle. "And we still got the booty, even if it was symbolic booty of each other instead of loot."

Pluvian squawked. "Well there was that time we got stuck near The Scar of Sauria, and had flying saurians attacking us for days before we were able to get out of the jam we were in."

Ilorek raised a hand to counter that argument, but then lowered it in defeat. "Actually, okay. You're right about that one. I could have steered us differently there. But wait, you're the navigator, it was your fault we got stuck on that rock shelf and had to do emergency repairs while being poop-bombed by pterosaurs." He took a big bite with a smug grin on his face. "Suck it, burd."

"If you say so, captain!" Pluvian joked, then hopped over to peck at Ilorek's Kilt.

The captain pushed him off and chuckled a bit. "Well, fine, whatever. I'll take credit for that one, but when it comes to booty, I take my leads very carefully. Anyway, no big deal, I just hope the booty is still there when we get there. He did leave a few weeks back, so that's always something. Could be worth putting a rush on."

From the opposite end of he deck, Valencia called out, "And I need my loot, boys! Don't disappoint!" She was standing behind the wheel of the ship, having taken over for Ilorek when the sun set. Jarell was curled up at her feet and the sea breeze was tossing her braided locks, the moonlight glinting in the gems at the end of each braid. She looked majestic, and Mikhail had been fantasizing about her since he came aboard.

Valencia was a special kind of affectionate. Though she was in a position of power as quartermaster of the ship - mastery of the Storm of the Rift shared with Ilorek - she usually acted like a crew member. When not behind the helm, she would flirt and tell stories and make jokes about Ilorek. She'd ask the opinion of the ship hands, get ideas from Miki and Arnika, or even take commands from them if the sense of adventure had overtaken her. She was really relaxed and always seemed to be on the verge of doing something lewd with Mikhail. His time in the brothel made him a bit apprehensive, but Valencia was something else, something worth fighting for.

She and Ilorek were both equal and could both be called captain or quartermaster depending on the day, so it wasn't like one was able to command the other. Both were social, but Valencia was notably more flirty and affectionate, and that made Mikhail eager to see her any time he could. Oftentimes, he'd stay up later than the other crew just so he could stay on deck with her and Jarell, chatting and making jokes and reflecting on their day. Only problem was that Ilorek had warned Miki in the past to never lay a hand on her. Not to touch her, not to caress her, and not to use any of his sexual wiles against her. Valencia was, in Ilorek's words, his mate and not some trashy whore to be dealt to scurvy ridden ship shanks.

Every member of the ship - with the plausible exception of Pluvian - got along quite well and in the years they'd been sailing together they had all grown so close to each other they were like family. Well, except those times that Arnika would mate with anyone she could. That was very much un-family-like. Still, it was nights like this where they all got together and hung out and talked and joked that reminded both Mikhail and Arnika that they were truly home.

So when people started to finish up their meals and head below deck to sleep for the night, Arnika and Mikhail stayed on the bow, looking out over the wrinkle of the moon's reflection on the surface of the calm ocean. Valencia was still pilotting the ship, with Jarell curled up around her feet and Pluvian up sleeping in the crow's nest, but other than that it was just the two of them. Ilorek had just bid his farewells and headed to his cabin, having given Mikhail a stern look before leaving, a clear reminder not to get intimate with his mate.

"What was that all about?" Arnika asked as she leaned forward, her elbow jutting out over the water below. The cool blue of the moon's light was especially bright when illuminating her white fur, a heavenly image for anyone to bestow their eyes upon.

Mikhail shrugged. "Just Ilorek being himself. Know's I'm a bit of a Casanova, and wants me to stay away from his mate. The usual." Arnika was the only one on deck he was comfortable talking to about such matters. She was the only one that knew him well enough to understand his inner conflicts and why that would be such a big deal to him. Truth be told, he was posturing for her, since he was certainly no Casanova, just talented; He actually preferred solitude and selective partners.

Arnika, her ever-cheerful self, laughed at him and offered a dismissive wave. "Oh jeez, don't take the captain so seriously. I highly doubt he was actually telling you to leave her be; as Valencia's Deck-Lass, she's insisted I have a go at Ilorek. Multiple times. Sometimes while she watched. You've been with me on this ship for a couple years now, you should know that he's not exactly the traditional type. He's not monogamous in the least, and neither is she." She licked her chops a bit while winking at him. "And between you and I, Valencia's one sweet pup."

A twinge of repressed desire bubbled to Mikhail's loins, coaxing a swelling under his kilt. "Arnika, don't tease me like that. You know I can't do anything about it, unless you had a few minutes." He exhaled deeply, rolling his eyes.

She immediately darted forth from the bow to slip her hand up under his kilt, staring him in the eyes as she spoke. "What's the matter, Miki? Don't like it when you can't have what you want. Maybe you should loosen up a bit; you might be surprised what you can get away with." She winked at him, giving his sheath a bit of a squeeze and tug before pulling her hand out from under his kilt to sniff her fingers. "Besides, Ilorek is not a cruel captain; you know this. Worst case scenario he is serious, you feign ignorance, and he makes you clean the chamber pots for a week."

"We already clean the chamber pots every day."

"Then you have nothing to worry about." She sidled back up in the bow, rubbing her chin while inconspicuously sniffing at the musk he'd left on his fingers. "But if you're so concerned, what did he say that made you so worried about touching Val?"

Miki was quite uncomfortable thinking about it, but recalled the day he'd been warned. "Ilorek was drinking a bit, we were at port, and Val was sitting on my lap with her wing-arms wrapped around my shoulder. She'd been nibbling at my neck, making me tingle all over, showing me off to the other boys at the pub we were visiting. Ilorek came in and yanked her off my lap, said she was his and that if any man ever touched her, he'd have hell and the sea to pay. Then, he looked directly at me as if to say 'especially you', clicked his beak, and turned to walk away with Val over his shoulder. She winked and blew a kiss at me, only to have him smack her on the ass ; on his way out, he said that if he ever found anyone touching her, he'd gut them himself."

Arnika listened to the story with a look of incredulity, slowly shaking her head. "Oh Miki, you're so naiive. That wasn't a threat to you, that was...I don't know what it was, but I can guarantee you he wasn't intending to gut you. If he was drinking, his faux dominant behaviour comes out and he says a lot of goofy shit that he'd never act on, and like I said, he loves it when Valencia's with other blokes. I think, as far as Valencia is concerned, there wouldn't be any better suitors than you. One of the crew, a seasoned whore with a penchant for passion, and the most adventurous of cocks!" She affected a drawl, trying to sound like the stereotypical pirate accent. "You should totally hit that."

"I don't want to hit anyone..." He responded, voice meek and bashful.

"No, I mean you should tap that ass. Have a go." She nodded towards the stern and Valencia.

When Mikhail turned to look, he was shocked to see that Valencia wasn't at the wheel, but sitting a few meters behind him on a crate, squatting down in such a way that her short skirt was folded up on her lap, nethers exposed. He immediately choked up and gulped down his whimper. "V-Val? Shouldn't you be steering the ship?"

She shifted her weight and spread her legs a bit, deliberately being as titillating as she could. "Don't worry about it. We are anchored on a sand bar and we're not going anywhere." She winked her eye and slowly slid her tongue out to show all twenty centimeters of it. "So I hear that you're having a bit of an internal dilemma. Anything I can help with?" She hopped off the crate and walked up to Mikhail, swaying her hips with every step, her motions making the short frilly skirt she was wearing shift around her with every step. The highlights of the moon made her an angelic looking figure, flowing in the sea breeze.

Mikhail would have normally said something sly or casual, but knowing she might have heard his lament about not being able to touch her made him tense up and freeze. He merely shook his head in quick, stiff shakes. "Nope, I'm doing fine!"

At the bow, Arnika giggled a bit and kicked her legs out, crossing ankles to get comfortable. She kept her arms up on the edge, as though she were relaxing in a warm bath. "Should I leave you two alone?" Her lips curled up in a devious, sly grin.

While Mikhail shot a glance of fear at her and a tense shaking of his head to tell her no, Valencia slipped up behind him pressed her snout to his neck, nuzzling his cheek from behind while she whispered in his ear. "I think it'd be better if she stayed, don't you?"

The warmth of her breath and the softness of her fur on his made Miki's entire form shiver a bit, as goose-bumps cropped up all over his body. He had absolutely nothing to say to that, so he whimpered a bit towards Arnika, begging her for help in getting out of this situation. He was genuinely fearful that he was about to be accosted in something he was unprepared for and unwilling to commit to.

"That's what I thought." She slid her hands down over his chest, tickling his fur with her free finger and thumb. The other three digits of her hand were very long and attached to wing membrane, which mostly remained folded up over her forearm and bent up around the elbow. However, she was extending her wing fingers out to cover his chest like a blanket of soft bat wing, still rumbling an odd churr in his ear. She was much smaller than he was, so that even with him sitting on his rump on the deck of the ship, she barely stood taller than him standing straight up. "So what do you think Ilorek would do to you if he found you touching me? I wonder if I'm allowed to touch you?"

Miki whimpered a bit, lower jaw quivering in a combination of fear and arousal. "Honestly, I'm really quite sure I'd not like to find out." He went to pull away from her, but was stopped when he found very quickly that she was considerably stronger than she looked.

The quartermaster leaned in close, hugging him from behind as she nibbled at the base of his horn, her breath tickling at the opening of his ear. "Yarr matey, what use be ye if not to live dangerously?" As she spoke, she slid down his side to bite down hard on his neck, her sharp teeth stabbing into him as her tongue caressed his flesh.

Within seconds, Miki had melted and his loins had swollen to the point where a bulge was clearly pushing out against his kilt. The whisper in his ear mixed with the bite and the caress on his chest was enough to send him into a place of pure fantasy. Of course, her pirate verbage was helping, too.

Meanwhile, Arnika laid back with her arms resting on the rope of the side of the hull, her legs slowly parting as she watched Valencia tease and touch her friend. Despite not being involved, she was close with Valencia and knew precisely where this was going, and it could very well end up in a very fun place for her. "You tell him, Cap'n." She encouraged Val, biting at her claw.

She looked up from Miki's shoulder, bright green eyes glistening in the moon light as a single trail of blood dribbled down his chest. "I'll tell him whatever I want, darlin'." Valencia retorted as she peeled her teeth out of the deck-lad's flesh. He pulled away, but she held him in place with her surprisingly strong wing arms. "Now you stay here, lad. You needn't displease your captain, shall ye?"

He whimpered and turned his head to look at her sidelong. "Y'you're right, quartermaster, but that's why I must protest your....advances. If Captain Ilorek sees you touching me, I fear for what he'd do to me."

"You let me worry about the captain." Valencia hissed before slowly dragging her long tongue up his cheek to prod at the base of his horn and around his ear, her gaze kept steady on Arnika. "Because right now, I'm captain of this ship and I'm commanding you to disrobe."

When she let loose her grip on his shoulders, he turned and scuttled away on his rump, fear in his eyes. "M'miss Valencia, I really don't want to-"

"Aww, I'm sorry." She apologized with a heartfelt sincerity upon seeing his terrified visage. "I didn't realize you were serious. Just, look, I've been with Ilorek longer than you've been alive, I assure you he was being facetious when he told you that. Come on, be adventurous. Now that I know you've only been avoiding me out of respect for my mate, I desire you even more." She stepped forward, undoing the buttons and clasps on her frilled blouse, parting the front to expose her breasts, followed by letting her black, gray, and red jacket slide off her shoulders - which proved to be a bit of a task since her wing fingers were folded up tight to her forearm and elbow. Another step forward was met with the complete disrobing of her torso, her blouse flopping in a pile to the side.

As Mikhail crawled backwards on his rump, tail dragging behind him on the deck, he quickly ran into Arnika. She wrapped her arms around his chest and nuzzled his cheek.

"See? What did I tell you? I know you have that deep-rooted fear of apprehension and conflict, but you should know by now that time on this here ship makes you a free man. Even if, in the rare instance, you piss someone off, the rest of the crew has your back. Except Pluvian, perhaps. That guy's kind of a grumpy ass." She gave his neck and shoulders a bit of a massage, as if to psych him up for a fight, but then used her nimble fingers to undo the strap over his shoulder that housed his rigging knife. He seemed to resist at first, but then let her pull it from his chest, though he watched carefully as she rolled it up and placed it on the deck beside them both.

Mikhail's look of fear slowly melted to a look of deep thought as he contemplated his choices. Their words and behaviour told him to give in to his desires and to let loose a bit, but that look that Ilorek had given him that night in the tavern had been permanently engraved in his mind. Rather than make a decision, he simply stayed in place, glancing from Arnika to Valencia and back to Arnika. "I-I don't know what to do...." He trailed off, his voice cracking at the end.

"Then let us decide for you." Arnika whispered in his ear. She slid her hand down his chest, wiggling her fingers in through the strap of his kilt to finger and fondle his sheath. A grin spread across her face when she felt how big it was already. "I see you're quite excited, so don't be so worried. We have you."

As Arnika rubbed him down, Valencia stepped forward again, this time using her thumb and finger to undo her belt, dropping her short skirt to the deck. Once she kicked it away, she was fully naked and exposed to Miki, who remained staring up at her body. "Well? Do you want me to do it, or are you going to disrobe? That kilt is proving to be quite a nuisance to poor Arnika there. You wouldn't want to make life more difficult for your crew-mate, would you?" She half-grinned, exposing her still-bloody fang as her eye started to pulse in a light glow.

Before Mikhail could respond, an ethereal force tugged at his belt buckle, undoing the clasp and yanking the belt out. He tried to grab at it, but his entire kilt was forcefully taken from him and thrown into a pile with Valencia's clothes. Now naked, he tried his best to cover himself and preserve what shred of modesty he had left, but as the two ladies got more into it, he found himself losing any desire to hold back. The sensation of Valencia's magic forcing his clothes from him mixed with the physical warmth of Arnika's hands caressing him gradually withdrew him from his bashful state of mind.

Arnika leaned in close to him, pressing her breasts up against his back while her arms draped over his chest. Her body was shifting from side to side very weakly along with every wag of her tail, and she couldn't help but pull one of her arms off Miki's chest to slip up under her skirt. "Now relax, mate. Have some fun, that's the joy of being free on the open seas." As if to accent her statement, a slightly bigger wave smacked against the hull of the ship, blowing mist up into the air to moisten the three of them.

Valencia took her final step towards Mikhail before getting down to her knee, crawling up between his legs. "If you can relax enough, I've got a little something for you." The closer she got, the bigger Miki's sheath bulge grew, and by the time her breath tickled his balls, he was almost entirely exposed, with the head barely covered in a thick foreskin. She quickly slid forward, wrapping her thumb and forefinger on each hand around the base of his shaft, long wing fingers wrapped around his hips as she extended her tongue to barely touch the end of his member. His tensing in wake of her touch made her chirp at him, telling him to calm down. When he relaxed, she leaned forward to slip her tongue into the end of his sheath, snaking it from side to side and around the head.

"Unhh...." He moaned, lightly bucking his hips up against the grip of her hands, the motion pulling back the sheath and skin to expose his cock head to her. "Val, I'm not so sure I-"

She cut him off by wrapping her lips around the tip of his member, fangs lightly stabbed around the rim as her tongue brobed at his urethral opening. It didn't go inside, but it did give his cock hole a pleasant little massage, cleaning up every drop of excitement that poured from within him. Her gentle suckling and tongue massage was temporarily interrupted as she pulled away, leaving a slimy trail of saliva and precum from her lips to his cock. She licked it up with a seductive grin as she stared him in the eyes. "See? Isn't this much, much more fun than being all shy and bashful?"

He couldn't help but nod, relishing the sensations of the two girls caressing him on either end. The very tip of his tail was flicking out well behind Valencia, happily swaying in little circles. The lad leaned back into Arnika, nuzzling into her to compliment the glorious maw that was dancing on his cock.

The fox turned her head and pressed her lips to his, giving a deep kiss as her tongue explored his maw. When she pulled away, she immediately tugged herself out from under his larger form to undo her skirt and disrobe from her blouse. She, like the other two, tossed her clothes to the side in the collective pile, which led her to step over Mikhail, tail up towards his head. As she straddled his waist with Val working away at his member, she squatted down and aimed her rump up at his face, tail up and plump ebony lips exposed.

Mikhail let his instincts take over, so he laid flat on his back and brought his hands up to caress her rump cheeks, parting them and spreading open her pussy and burying his tongue inside her. As she relaxed and grinded back down against his muzzle, he could taste the remnants of his own seed from that morning, mixed with the pheromone rich scent of the sweat she worked up during the day's activities. It was a wondrous combination of scent and flavor, the kind of cocktail that could only be found under the tail of a hard working friend.

While he was nuzzling, sucking, and licking her lips, Arnika started working with Valencia to play with Miki's cock. She booped it with her snout, licked up the length of the shaft, and took turns with Valencia sucking the tip until the captain pulled away and grabbed Mikhail by the knees.

She lifted his legs up to expose his rump, which she immediately dove into fingers first. She gave it a gentle lick to lube it up, then used both pointer fingers to prod and penetrate his depths, massaging him from within and gently pulling him open to let her get a proper look inside. The gaping sensation of cool air tickling his rump's soft inner flesh made him tense up a bit, at least until the relatively tiny Valencia adjusted herself and forced her entire fist into his backside. The long, wing fingers were still poking out his rump as his flesh squeezed them flat against her forearm, but that didn't stop her from rotating and bobbing her hands in and out, slowly massaging and caressing his depths from fingertip to her elbow.

Though she was focusing on his rump, and the gentle pumping she was doing to it, she also had the thought and state of mind to nibble at his hefty ball sack, tugging the flesh with her teeth and nuzzling up at the underside of his cock while Arnika kept suckling from up top.

"How do you like that, dear Miki?" Arnika cooed at him in between bobbing thrusts of her lips swallowing his member. "Not so shy now, I see." All at once, she swallowed every inch of his length, gulping it down and forcing the girth of it down her throat. She could feel his member and cock tip bulging her gullet out, a clear bulge leading from chin to collarbone. The pressure and angle made her gag, so she gave one powerful sucking motion as she slid her lips right off the end of it, smacking it with a kiss before she pulled her rump end away from his eager tongue. "Now that you've got me all worked up, perhaps you can enjoy yourself a bit deeper."

He didn't know what she meant by that, but it became quickly evident when she stepped up away from him and, like it was rehearsed, Valencia took her place. The captain's soft lips were exposed and dripping fluids right in front of his face, the slit of moisture clearly reflected in the moon's equally soft glow. He couldn't help but reach out and lick her, spreading rump cheeks wide as he'd done with Arnika. To his delight, she was sweet and a little tangy, like a fresh plump raspberry, so he buried his tongue in deeper, while also using his thumbs to spread her as wide as he could.

Arnika yipped playfully at him, then turned around with her tail up towards the both of them. She grabbed her pussy lips and spread them with two fingers, exposing the deep cherry pink of her pussy walls. While she stood there, glancing back over her shoulder to catch the gaze of Valencia, she squatted down and grabbed Miki's shaft to guide it into her. With one quick motion, her lips swallowed his every inch and came to rest against his belly. Unlike him, she was not in any way distracted by any threats of violence or apprehension brought on by the Captain. No, she was free, willing, able, and eager to use her body to please the other crew members, and Quartermaster Valencia was no exception.

In truth, she had a particular fondness for the bat-like ship runner. Though Arnika was more interested in males of the equine or canine persuasion, the right woman could make her very happy and very wet. Her experiences with Valencia upon the Storm of the Rift was some of the best experiences she'd had in her life, and as she bounced excitedly on Miki's cock, she couldn't help but think about what was going through his mind as he tasted her for the first time. It was such a cute and endearing thought that she barely had the concentration to focus on his thick cock slipping into her and pounding her hard. The wet slapping of her flesh sliding up and down his briefly reminded her, and that's when she decided to squeeze down hard and angle her hips so that his cock tip pressed against her most sensitive spots just inside her supple lips.

"You've had your fun, lass." Valencia hissed as she pushed against Arnika's rump, urging her to slide off Miki's cock. Before the fox could do anything or protest, Val forced her off with a powerful shove, leaving his cock glistening and throbbing before her. Eager and hungry, she slid down and wrapped her tongue around its girth, using that as an anchor to pull her lips over the top half of it. Within seconds, she'd suckled every last bit of precum and Arnika's juices off his member, only to leave it to cool in the night air. She'd been grinding against his snout the whole time, pressing her pussy lips to his, until she finally scrambled and kicked off his chest, using her wings to flap into the air and do a bit of a flip, landing on her feet.

"Alright you two, no more playing, I've had a taste, but now I need something a bit more fulfilling from you, Miki." She grabbed Arnika and tossed her down on her rump next to Mikhail, leaving the both of them confused while they looked up at their leader. "Miki. Up. Come on." She signaled for him with her finger to stand, so he did. "Arnika, stay." While both obeyed, the quartermaster got back down onto her knees, creeping up to to the fox. She forcefully parted Arnika's knees, exposing the dark flesh of her vulva before burying her snout between those plump lips. Another wave hit the ship, making all of them shift against each other, only to have Val turn back and give Mikhail a stern look as her tail lifted up high. "Well, go ahead. Don't leave me needing, lad. Ye be a bit of a legend on this ship, and it's been entirely too long of a trip to not have the pleasure of your flesh within me."

Miki froze up a bit, but then cocked his head to the side as he saw something he'd never seen before; it was a tiny glint of teal coming from the point where her canine lips met near her belly. When he looked closer, he saw she had a piercing with a barbell right through her pussy, with a teal gem lodged in the metal end of it. He was shocked he hadn't seen it when he was tongue-deep in her, but then remembered that her belly side was facing down where his chin was resting, so of course he didn't.

The new perspective and position made his nervousness return, as he once again became worried that word would reach Ilorek and something bad would happen. His member softened just a touch, but then throbbed back to life when he saw Valencia's lips tug upwards, a rousing invitation to mount her. His natural instincts were to be rough, but he had to actively restrain himself from doing so. Rather than grab, claw, bite, and force her onto his cock, he gently grabbed at the base of her tail with one hand, and the base of his cock with the other, guiding his member right up to her folds. Before he touched, he tapped her on the rump to get her attention, as if to ask if it was okay to proceed.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Valencia asked with a bit of a sneer, her rump end leaning back into him and wagging gently from side to side. She had her hands wrapped up under Arnika's thighs, with her thumbs pressed to either of the fox's lips, gently prying her open. Her pussy twitched again, tensing and pulling up to align the opening with her canal.

Canines had weird, bent pussies, but it was perfect for keeping blokes out that shouldn't be there.

Mikhail took in a long, deep breath and was about to lean into her when another wave hit the hull, rocking the ship in such a way he literally fell into her, his entire length disappearing into the soft mounds of her vulva. He was awestruck by how snug yet loose she felt. It was like she was naturally tight, but was actively trying to relax enough to let her flesh stretch to accommodate him. The twitching and quivering of her walls around him amplified his pleasure beyond control, quickly making him double over in ecstasy. His weight made all three of them shift forward, forcing Val's snout right into Arnika's pussy.

"Oh, ooooooh!" The fox let out a long, drawn out cry of pleasure as she lifted her legs up high, arms back to brace herself against the weight and pressure of both. Her black fleshed pussy lips were taut and malleable, stretched wide around Val's snout and parted even further when the quartermaster opened her maw a bit further to sneak her tongue out into Arnika's depths.

All three of them were together at the bow of the ship, with Arnika panting in pleasure while Valencia lapped at her pussy walls and spread her lips open. Miki had fallen to his knee to keep with the two ladies, his cock shifting and sliding in and out of the tight walls of the captain's chambers. Then he scoffed at himself for thinking up such a silly euphemism. Still, her pussy was swollen and stretching out, tugging on his length as if it didn't want him to leave. He didn't pull out all the way, leaving his head in before slamming deep inside her, his hips slamming against her rump and the backs of her thighs.

The symphony of grunts, growls, slaps, squelches, and moaning grew ever more intense as the three pushed and grinded against one another. Mikhail was careful to not buck too hard, worried he was going to hurt his captain's mate; Valencia was eager to please both her crew members, eagerly slamming her hips back to Miki's while also lapping at Arnika's pussy with vigor.

"V-Val, may I..." Mikhail asked as he pushed into her as deep as he could go. The pleasure that welled up within him was making his eyes roll and his jaw clamp down, forcing every word to come out almost as a growl. His hands were flat on the deck on either side of Val's hips, with his elbows keeping her in place against every one of his deep and powerful yet passionate thrusts.

She pulled out away from Arnika's pussy, smiling as she licked her lips free of the fluids that had accumulated there. "Can you what? Come inside?" She yipped happily at him, a weird mix of bark and chirp - before returning to Arnika's inner thighs. "I insist, good sire." She flicked her ears and lowered her head, fiery red braids falling over her face as she slipped both thumbs in deep to part Arnika's lips, gaping her wide as she buried her tongue into the fox hole. Her tail was wagging excitedly as she prepared herself for Mikhail's deposit.

Although he was ready to burst and she was eager for it, Mikhail felt he was obligated to hold on for a few more minutes; if he finished, he couldn't properly please his captain's mate, and wouldn't that be the direst of crimes? Slowly, he pulled himself out while feeling his cock throb in his hand. When his tip erupted from her depths with a cascade of their combined lubricating fluids, he got a good look deep inside her, as her lips remained spread open. The gaping cavern of her pussy was a deliciously tender looking invitation, and he couldn't help himself but occupy that space again. The softness of her canals was heavenly, even better than he'd fantasized. Not to mention the flavors were deliciously sweet.

Again, with one strong motion, he aimed himself at her and thrust into her until their hips touched. This time, he stayed inside without pumping in and out, with the hope he'd hold himself off a bit longer. At least, that was the plan; her rippling, wavelike contractions that passed up and down his length massaged him to the point his eyes actually went cross and he bit his lip. He couldn't pass up on an opportunity like that to get the most out of the pleasure she was offering, but the moment he started to pull his member out, he felt his pleasure spike to a point where his motions became erratic against the rhythmic waves of her clenching.

He fell over her back and clenched his pelvic muscles as he felt a warm eruption of seed explode into her depths. His thrusts jerked in and out, a bit at a time, as juicy splashes of their fluids escaped through the tight seal between his shaft and her lips, sputtering out all over his crotch. He grunted and resisted an urge to roar into the sky as one shot of seed after another splashed against her womb. Even as his climax fizzled out, her depths kept massaging him in waves from base to tip, as though it was actively trying to suck the seed from his balls.

Mikhail didn't mind one bit. The added stimulation from her post climax kept his pleasure high atop a plateau for much longer than it normally would have. However, the extended orgasm meant that his length started to go soft before he was done depositing his seed. Another twitch by his body that slid down his spine tried to mash his hips to hers, but only succeeded in making his softening cock bend and slip out of her with a gooey, messy squelch. A thick bridge of cum and their combined fluids drooped between his dangling cock tip and her lips, only to fall to the deck between them. He leaned down to lick her up - being the gentleman he was - when a voice could be heard behind him.

"Good show, good show. Very impressive! Glad to see you're finally truly out of your shell." It was Ilorek's voice, and when Mikhail turned to look, he saw the captain leaning against the mast.

All the color drained from the chimera's body, as though he was white from head to toe. He had been caught with his cock in the pickle jar, and there was no way he could wiggle his way out of this, so he just stood in fear, hunched over Valencia's form. Perhaps if he stood still as a statue, Ilorek wouldn't see him. A hippogryph's vision was based on movement, right?

Meanwhile, Valencia had given Arnika a firm bite on the upper inner thigh before crawling up next to Arnika, cradling the deck-lass's form in her wing arm, other hand still down idly prodding at Arnika's pussy. Both the two canines knew that this party was just getting started now that Ilorek was here, but Mikhail was having a panic attack.

"Calm down, Miki." Valencia tried to assure him, only to have Miki whimper helplessly.

He quickly got to his feet and did his best to salute while on weak legs. "Captain." He said, before rushing to dart past Ilorek, grabbing his clothes in the process before disappearing below deck.

"What was that all about?" Ilorek asked, genuinely confused. He was naked - not uncommon for him at night - aside from the holster that was slung over his shoulder.

Valencia offered Arnika a peck of a kiss on the cheek followed by a brisk but affectionate lick before turning to her mate. "Long story short, Miki thinks you'll kill him for touching me, but I convinced him that it'd be fine. At least I thought I did. Seems he still thinks you're gonna kill him."

Ilorek glanced back to the stairwell leading to the barracks, then back to the ladies, then back to the stairs. "I really should go talk to him, let him know I have no intention of killing him for that. You're a grown ass bitch, you don't need my approval to fool around with deck-lads." He rubbed his hands together and went to follow Miki back to his bedroom, but then turned to look back at his mate and Arnika. "But it would be a shame to waste two perfectly good ladies who are already warmed up and moist for me." He clicked his beak and fell to his hands and knees, tail up as he crawled towards them, leaning in to get a nibble at Val's inner thigh, licking up some of the mess Mikhail had left there.

Arnika was happy to watch, but couldn't help herself but worry about Miki. Poor guy was probably racking himself with guilt about the whole thing.

But Ilorek was right. She was soaked from belly button to her knees and it would truly be a shame to waste a perfectly moonlit night.