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Struggling in Jormungandr's grip Flinty tried to break free, to rekindle the rebellion that had burst out of him like a burning flame! The naga however was much bigger, stronger and had years of experience in grappling people. His coils surged, squeezed, undulated and rolled Flinty's body keeping him trapped and easily off balance. Pulled along like this, rat claws against snake scales an ineffectual method of fighting back. The crew on watch paused in what they were doing to watch as the first mate dragged the cabin boy past.

With a surging crush of coils Jormy leapt from the main deck to foredeck and his long tail uncurled and tossed Flinty along the deck. Tumbling like a rag doll Flinty fetched up in a disheveled heap against the railing. Staggering to his feet Flinty glared at the naga as he slithered towards him.

"I... I won't surrender and there is nothing you can do to me, all your punishments just make me horny," drawing back nervously as the snake man slithered closer Flinty tried to keep hold of his anger. He'd been kidnapped, press-ganged, fucked, toyed with, played with for the amusement of the crew. Standing there, in nothing but a tattered pair of trousers, being complimented for turning out as such a handsome rat, Flinty had snapped.

He'd thrown down the tray of breakfast things and launched himself at the captain. He was going to beat him, make him pay for robbing him of his fox body. What he'd actually done was fold to his knees and then plant his snout to the carpet and grovelled. The captain hadn't moved or shown an sign of alarm, he'd just quirked a brow and battered Flinty's mind open with his thoughts. Flinty had grovelled, squirming and whimpering on the floor as the pressure that was Orel's mind held him in thrall.

The captain left him there, grovelling whilst he finished his tea. All Flinty could do is press his snout to the carpet and worship the captain's feet, not even allowed to lick them. He was forced to rest in place with his nose held a mere inch from the captain's delicious rat feet. Orel had then ordered Jormungandr to take him away. But before he'd left the captain's presence his voice had whispered in his mind, "I know how to punish you fox, when next you see me, don't disappoint I don't give cabin boys second chances."

So now Flinty was backed up against the railing, panting heavily as the first mate bore down on him. He was all muscles and coils and slithering hissing strength, his cobra hood was extended fully to either side and Flinty was trying to avoid looking in his eyes. It was pointless defiance, the snake was bigger, stronger and faster then Flinty. Especially considering how clumsy unused to his new body Flinty was. He held off the snake for all of five seconds when he attacked and was forced to his knees, arms twisted up behind his back.

"Cabin Boy," Jormungandr hissed in the blue rat's ears, "When I let you out I expect you to be the perfect cabin boy... you'll have to convince me you know your place or I get to feast."

Squirming in the coiled grasp of the naga's tail Flinty managed a glare at Jormungandr, "Do your...worst... I..." the former fox trailed off with a squeak, glaring directly into the hooded snake's eyes was a mistake. His brilliant amber eyes were captivating and Flinty allowed himself to be manhandled by the snake as he lifted him up.

Jormy coiled his tail around the slanted mast that jutted out over the prow of the ship. Flinty watched with a bemused smile as his long purple and silver tail clung to the wood, wrapping around it several times so he could lower his torso and Flinty down the front of the ship's prow. There was a large indentation in the wood, then a hole and Flinty's feet were forced into the hole. His legs slid in all the way to the top of his waist, leaving his torso resting in the snug hollow in the wood. With his arms at his side Flinty squirmed a bit, it was tight and he felt weird and then with a squeak he snapped out of the snake's hypnotic spell as his legs erupted in an incredibly uncomfortable bout of pins and needles.

Flinty tried to wiggle his legs, to pull his arms free of the cavity. He couldn't though, his legs had gone numb, they wouldn't respond. Looking up at Jormungandr the rat squeaked in alarm at the sight of the massive smirk on the snake's muzzle.

"What... are you doing, what why can't I feel my feet?"

"You are being punished rat, the Captain doesn't appreciate Cabin Boys attacking him... so until I say otherwise you shall be Naralan."

"What does that mean?" Flinty demanded an answer but the snake just laughed and started to pull himself back up to the deck, "How long until we reach port, what are you doing to me now!"

Flinty's cries were ignored, the naga vanished over the railings and looking down at himself Flinty realised that where his legs had entered the hole there was now just wood. His shaggy rat fur was growing stiff, forming grain and knots and losing its lustre. His waistline formed a perfect seal with the brown oak of the keel and it was spreading up his chest. He was retaining his body shape, his colouration and species but his fur was becoming wood... his shoulders stiffened as it spread forcing his arms to cross themselves over his chest. His muzzle split wide into a cheerful smile that showed off his buck teeth. He couldn't change or shift position or pose and all his flesh and fur was being transmuted into wood. He could feel his back, his rump and neck bonding to the wood of the ship. His tail curled out to one side then slithered down the keel, bonding to it, solidifying into a wooden rat tail just as his teeth and eyes and ears were engulfed in wood.

For a long moment Flinty just stood there, his new wooden body attached to the prow of the ship. He was a bright, blue and yellow painted figurehead with pink hands and tail. He could feel the Naralan riding up and down each cresting wave, spray splashed over his body and he could see straight ahead. There was the ocean, stretching endlessly ahead of him, over-head the slanted mast and here he was, a wooden statue of his body. He could feel the spray of the ocean, see forwards and side to side but he could not move, he could not speak or make any sort of noise. He was trapped, alone and petrified to the front of the ship as it surged across the sea!

Flinty would have whimpered if he could. But his lips didn't move, water occasionally splashed inside his open grinning mouth but he couldn't taste it. He could feel the way water droplets clung to his body, rolled down his fake, carved fur but that was all it was, a distant sensation. There was nothing else and as time passed Flinty realised that this is where they meant to leave him! Time passed, slowly, the only noise was the wash and slap of water against the boat and the occasional crack wind in the fore-sails. Every now and then Flinty heard a shouted order, a whistled acknowledgement or cry from the crew. But generally, there was just silence and the sea as they day slowly but surely passed and the sun sank beneath the horizon and darkness claimed the sea.

This was even worse, it was deadly quiet after sunset and Flinty couldn't see the sea below. He could feel the rocking, up and down motions of the ship but no longer predict when a particularly powerful swell would slap water across his body. There was just the silence and the loneliness, Flinty wasn't used to being on his own. In the tavern or the city there were always people nearby. Here he was isolated, alone, forgotten, he wasn't even being teased with or played with. He'd half expected to be left squirming or pent up but there wasn't even that to distract him, he was just a wooden statue, infused with his spirit and trapped, moulded as if part of the wood to the prow of the ship.

When the moon was riding high, it's silvery light illuminating the water and giving Flinty some vision back he became aware of paws scrabbling on wood. He couldn't roll his eyes or turn his head to look in the direction but was relieved when a familiar grey and white cat dropped into view. Felinus smirked at the blue rat and a paw wrapped Flinty between the eyes.

"I thought you were coming along nicely Flinty, still maybe when they let you out you'll be ready to serve the captain," the cat grinned, "I've snuck down here to see you, Cabin Boy is my responsibility after all," he shook his head, "Though your little scene got me a chewing out from the Bosun, I trusted you to do your job. When they let you out... don't muck about understand? You're a rat now, you're a crew-mate now, accept your place and life is quite fun, keep fucking about and the snake will eat you, I'll feed you to him myself if I must."

Felinus wrapped Flinty on the fore-head and then climbed back up and out of sight. Flinty strained to hear him, listening to his foot-steps on the deck and then he was gone. There was only the creak of rigging, the flap of sails and the booming splashing noise of the sea. Flinty hated being alone, this was so wrong. He had to hope the First Mate took pity on him soon! He wasn't sure just how long he could survive life like this.

As it was the next day and night passed and Flinty was left alone. He'd have been crying from frustration if he could shed tears. He hated being alone, without any contact, without anyone to talk to. Felinus didn't come back, none of the crew came near him. The only time he saw anyone was when some of the crew climbed out on the foremast to adjust the sails. It was the most glorious thing, hearing them talk to each other though his hope that one of them would swing down to talk to him went unanswered. He was just a piece of the ship, furniture to be ignored and a cabin boy being punished! Another quiet night, then a full day and a night... on the morning of the fourth day Flinty saw land ahead as the sun rose.

Several hours later the land had gotten closer. There were no buildings or port, just a wide open pay with bright golden beaches. The Naralan hove too in the bay, anchors rattling on their chains as they were dropped into the water. Voices chattered back and forth on deck, loud and cheerful and then without sound or warning Jormungandr dropped into view right before Flinty's face. The snake smirked as he hung on his tail and tasted the air, looking the wooden fox up and down before speaking.

"Captain has agreed to a request from the cook for some fishing whilst he's ashore taking care of some business," the snake reached out with his hands and tugged on Flinty's arms, "So you're time as our figurehead is over."

Flinty gasped as his back peeled free of the wood under the forceful tugging on the snake's arms. Air rushed down his throat as suddenly his lungs returned and wood gave away to flesh and fur once again. In a seriously short amount of time Flinty was pulled out of the hole his legs had been anchored into. Wriggling his paws and arms the rat clung to Jormungandr's chest as the snake lifted both of them back up to deck effortlessly. The snake dropped Flinty who collapsed to his knees, hugging himself, shivering as he ran his arms up and down his furry body. He didn't care that it was a rat body, he was flesh and blood and there were members of the crew and noise all around him.

"So rat, what's your position on board this ship?" Jormy asked with a sibilant hiss, a huge grin spread across his muzzle.

"Bottom of the pack sir," Flinty gasped, staring up with wide eyes at the snake, "I'm the Cabin Boy, at the bottom of the pack, please, please don't do that to me again, it was horrible."

The snake chuckled and stroked Flinty's ears and crest, "Good rat, behave and we won't have to, nice to have found a way to punish you that doesn't get you hard. Now... report to Felinus on the main deck, he has needs help fishing."

Flinty nodded and pressed his snout to the deck in submission to the naga, revelling at the feel of wood against fur! Down on the main deck he found Felinus dumping a bucket of waste over the side into the crystal clear waters of the bay. It was mostly fish heads and guts and the blood made the water turn murky with long spirals of dark red spreading throughout. The cat... was currently a rat, in fact as Flinty looked around he noticed most of the crew had gone rat except for Jormungandr who was slithering towards the poop deck.

"Ah cabin boy," Felinus squeaked with a grin, setting the bucket down and smirking, "Captain let you out of figurehead duty I take it?"

"Yes sir," Flinty squeaked meekly, "First Mate said I was to report to you... uhm why is everyone rats?"

"Because we're at sea, we only tend to go all mixed species when we are in port or have a newbie aboard. Those other shapes, it's just a disguise... least that's how I see it," he gestured at his body, grey, white fur in a large apron and pair of snug leather trousers, "This is me, whiskers, ears, tail, rat... just like it's you."

"Yes sir, am a rat sir, bottom of the pack sir... please... please help me be a good cabin boy, I don't want... that to happen to me again."

Felinus laughed, "Well I will do what I can Flinty, tip number one, don't attack the captain. Now swing that yard arm over so it is out over the bay."

Flinty hurried to obey the cat, pushing the long spar of wood out over the water. Once he had it locked in place he obeyed Felinus' order to climb up and take one end of a long length of rope and tie it in place. Flinty didn't know anything about neat sailor knots so just tied and re-tied the rope in a big mass of interlinked knots. Once he was satisfied it was in place he sat on the yard arm, legs dangling down as he waited for Felinus to get the next bit of their fishing equipment in place.

"This all seems a bit elaborate for fishing," Flinty called out, "What's it all for?"

Felinus looked up from where he was working on the other end of the rope and nodded at the water, "Have a look cabin boy, we are after some very special fish."

Flinty frowned and peered over the edge of the ship, shivering at the way the warm sunshine beating down on his back made the strip of thick fur along his spine stir and stand on end. What he saw in the murky water made him squirm and squeak in worry. The brilliantly scaled, orange, yellow and lavender fish swimming around down there snapping up the fish heads was massive! It had to be twice his size and it's body glistened beneath the water as it zipped this way and that much faster than anything that size should have.

"How do we catch that!"

"With a proper lure," Felinus said and tossed the rope he was working on at Flinty. It was heavy but the loop around the end was expertly aimed to slide up around the blue rat's feet. Felinus then pulled, the noose tightened, forcing Flinty's feet together. The cook grinned widely and yanked hard and yanked the rat off his perch and left him swinging back and forth and screaming from the yardarm.

"What are you doing, you can't feed me to that thing! It's murder, pull me up, pull me up."

"Oh shut up," Felinus squeaked as he climbed up the yard arm, "It won't kill you, just swallow you. Once you're inside block it's throat, there is a sort of bony protrusion you can grab hold of half way down its gullet," Flinty squealed as the cook started to pay out more rope, lowering Flinty toward the water, "Make a lot of noise and splash about, it'll try to eat you and once you have a good grip we'll reel you in with the fish and voila catch of the day."

"You can't do this to me," Flinty screamed, twisting about, trying to pull himself up and grab his ankles or the rope around them, "Please pull me up."

"Shut up cabin boy, you're the bait and the lure as well as the hook, do a good job and you get to eat some of the fish you caught tonight. Fuck this up and the captain will want to know why he doesn't have rainbow fish for supper."

Biting his bottom lip, chewing gently with his buck teeth Flinty splashed at the water, mixing his hands around back and forth, back and forth, trying to lure up the fish. He didn't have long to wait, one moment the water was frothing up the frantic paddling of his paws. The rat just had time to glimpse a flare of coloured scales, a pair of thick rubbery lips; then the world got dark, rubbery and slimy. Moaning deeply from fear Flinty twisted and bucked back and forth as the fish's rubbery lips close around his thighs.

Groping around inside the fish Flinty felt the bony protrusion Felinus had mentioned. His wet, goo coated fingers slipped over it but he was too slow. With a plop light rushed back in as the fish dropped beneath the water again.

"Too slow," Felinus' chided, "Come on cabin boy, you gotta do better then that."

"This is harder than it...."

Flinty was cut off as the fish leapt out of the water. Rubbery lips engulfed his body and the blue rat scrabbled about inside the fish madly. This time when he found the bony ridge he held on tightly with both hands. Gravity was busy trying to pull the fish off him and back down into the water. The fish meanwhile had clamped its jaws tight and was trying to suck him off the ropes holding him to the ship.

His groan as he held onto the inside of the fish wasn't entirely from fear. He was still naked from being a figurehead and the fish's rubbery inside was gumming and grinding against his cock. He'd just been half eaten by a giant fish, it's lips were sealed around his knees and yet... for some reason he could explain he found the whole situation incredibly arousing. Gripping harder with both hands Flinty wriggled his hips. Humping the smooth rubbery flesh as it thrashed from side to side.

His cock felt weird, slippery and smooth, longer than his fox dick had been. It was thick at the base and tapered to a point about seven inches long. Flinty could feel it twitching and leaking a steady stream of pre which made his hefty nuts churn and draw in close. He had never had an orgasm in this body, with this cock and with a happy groan he bucked harder, desperate to cum.

Here he was, half eaten by a fish, holding on with all his wiry rat strength to stop it escaping. He couldn't tell what was going on outside, the fish thrashing about was all he could feel he had no way of telling if his shipmates were hauling him in. The air was growing hot and humid, his body already slick from fish juices and horrible ich contorted and twisted as he humped desperately at the smooth, shivering warm walls. A sudden thump on the outside of the fish made Flinty jump and fall right over the edge.

His first orgasm as a rat was long, his balls squeezed hard, a pulsing ripple ran up his shaft and seed spilled all over his body and the fish's mouth. Each rippling, pulse was accompanied by a veritable shower of cum. He had so much to give and couldn't stop himself. When the heavy thump sounded on the outside again the muffled words ordering him to let go filtered into his mind. He let go, the fish fell to deck with a plop just as the last wave of cum shot out of his dick.

It got Felinus right in the face and all over his chest. He spluttered and stumbled back as the crew manning the rope laughed. Wiping his muzzle the cook stared up at a furiously blushing Flinty, "You found that arousing?"

The fox... former fox nodded shyly and Felinus laughed, "Well that's good to know, throw him back boys, one down, four to go."

"What, no you can't," Flinty's objections were muffled as he was seized by smooth, pink rat paws and tossed back over the edge. Fending off the side of the ship with his paws he dangled, upside down and oozing with fishy goo and cum above the water. Blushing furiously he got to work as ordered, splashing the water and trying to lure up another rainbow fish, this... wasn't at all how he expected to redeem himself in the eyes of the crew. Licking his lips and splashing harder Flinty closed his eyes and groaned, he was getting hard again at just the thought of being inside the fish. If his libido was like this now, he never wanted to be punished again... life at the bottom of the pack wasn't so bad after all.