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The Perks o' Piracy

"Richard!" Captain Ward growled, "Get yer slimey paws off the damned mizzen-line!"

"Aye! Sorry sir!" A rather drunk sea-dog clumsily stumbled along the stern of the Lady Blitz.

"'Nother bit o' bate like dat I'll 'ave you tossed o'erboard like bilge! By St. George I'll do it! Bing a waste, ye charm!"

The captain, a stern but handsome lion, steamed at his new crew. It hadn't been the first time that his poor Lady Blitz was cloyed by some churlish excuses for a pirate crew. Still, he was stuck. His last crew, lost to the sea in a hopeless gambit with a hurricane, would have to be replaced. Maybe it was the bouse, but all Captain Ward could scrounge were boot-halers and anglers from the inns and stews in every port through-and-through the great lands of England and Spain. It wasn't unusual for a pirate to be full of drink, but damn if that Richard bolled another sip of rum, the captain would have his arse for sure!

Unusually frazzled, Captain Ward nervously adjusted the straps across his red doublet and leather waistcoat. The paragon of pirate fashion, the captain prided himself in the rare pendants and impractical clothing items that he had procured. His tri-point hat, typical of a pirate captain, was pristine. His boots, black as the depths, embroidered with gold lacing and pewter buckles. Ever the showman, his luxurious coat fell to just above his boots, giving the impression that he was much larger, and fiercer, than he was. However, the coup de gras of this lethal outfit was the gold plated cutlass with an obisidian pommel, that decorated his hip. So terrible was this weapon, that Captain Ward had made navy generals shrink and grovel for their lives, just by the sight of it.

The captain took a breath and glanced about his ship. The sails billowed and snapped as they unfurled, each of the three masts creaking from the strain. The crew, still new to the sea, ran frantically from place to place in a rush. A fox, the London-born first mate, Mr. Sammy Cobb, busted his tail, whipping insults after orders, and orders after insults. The red of his bushy behind flashed across each plank of the quarter-deck, one after another, amidst screams of "Filthy dogs," and "Useless gecks!" All the time, Mr. Cobb's firey hands sat firmly atop the pommel of his cutlass, and the butt of his flintlock. He had piercing green eyes, rare for a fox, and terrifying for a crewman out-of-line. Like the wealthier men-of-fortune, he wore a simple linen shirt, canvas doublet fringed in violet, and long cotton pants that clung tightly to his legs. The rest of him was decked in a motley of colorful scarves and bandannas in reds, purples, and blues; a mocking tribute to the upper-classes in London. The captain admired his taste for clothing.

The Lady Blitz was never still with the first mate around. He hated layabouts, mostly because the captain hated layabouts. New crewmen had it the worst, a complaint from a lousy natural never went well with the captain, and so with Mr. Cobb. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that the captain repaid Sammy's loyalty.

Captain Ward licked his salty canines as his eyes followed the first mate. He watched the passion in his movements as he pierced the rabble with his orders and gallowing yells. Cobb was his pillicock. They'd been foining for a few days now, giving each other the potch. They knew the good lord looked down on it, but pirates were already condemned to the fires, why should they worry now? It wasn't holy for two men to make love, but what holiness had they anyways? They were passinate for one another, lavishing the freedom of piracy, the freedom to love.

The Lady Blitz was in full-sail now, and the Trade Winds were giving them just the push they needed. It was an old and weather-beaten ship, but it was a Ship 'O the Line, and nothing but the bloody hand of Christ could cast it to Davy Jones Locker! The captain was sure of that fact, and it was his faith in her splintered sides and torn sails that spared him the sopping fate of the former crew, whose bones likely lay scattered in the deeps, picked by fishes. If only they had trusted her like the captain did.

It was still early morning on the Atlantic, the journey to the New World was long, and not without its risks. But the time had come. The captain had earned his fair share of gold over the years, hiding it every few years in the Caribbean. Now that he had his treasure, he was ready to give up the helm. He was retiring, and he wanted Cobb with him. He wanted a quiet life, and a man to spend his riches on. He stood, watching the crew see to his ship, growing less worried by the minute. It was a good crew. They would have to do.

Gradually the bustle quieted down, and the Lady Blitz was silent. A steady breeze drove them westward, and the sun had risen well above the horizon. They were on their way. In just a few short months, Captain Ward would be laying-low on the beaches of the Caribbean islands, pockets full of gold. If all went well, Mr. Cobb would be laying beside him.

"Ahoy, Mr. Cobb!" Ward yelled down the deck, "Bing to my quarters, drink some black jack with me. The rest of ye, recreants" he paused, "Open up the rum!" The crew cheered and hollered, the first day of the voyage was on its way, and a good pirate never misses a chance to drink. The ship's cook, a burly bear, stepped up deck, a keg on his shoulder. But while the crew had their celebration, the captain had other ideas for the first mate and himself.

The first mate followed the captain back to the quarter-deck, and the captain's room. The captain produced a brass key from the leather belt around his waist, unbolted the heavy oak door, and yanked Mr. Cobb inside with him. Locking the door behind them, they rushed to the back of the cabin.

The cabin was large, big enough to fit a massive oak table, dressers, a huge bed, and a few chests for clothes as well as payment for the crew. At the back, behind the bed, three massive windows looked over the foamy sea, behind the Lady Blitz. They were positioned in such a way, that the horizon could be seen from any place in the cabin.

The marauders leapt onto the massive bed, scattering crimson sheets and animal furs around the floor. The captain pulled the fox underneath himself. The lion stared into the eyes of his lover, letting his paw caress the first mate's blushing cheek. He leaned forward, meeting muzzles, letting their tongues wander between them. The captain felt Sammy's much smaller paws explore his chest, digging through the layers of cloth and leather that bedecked him. Slowly, Ward slid his paws under Sammy's back. Then, in one solid movement, they switched places, the first mate now on top.

Excited, Sammy reached down to the captain's waist, undoing the pewter buckle of his belt. He slid down the captains thin trousers, unveiling Ward's hard feline cock. It was like the yard of a stallion! The fox slipped his paw under the captain's plump sack, before licking all along the nine inches of the rock-hard cutlass. Captain Ward squirmed, purring as his partner's mouth engulfed his musky member. The lion reached forward and grabbed behind the foxes head, feeling his cock pulse and grow ever harder. Then he stopped. Captain Ward looked up, confused.

"Cap'n," Sammy was looking at the captain, "If ye want this, I want somethin' from ye..." The captain smiled. Sammy sat back on his knees while the captain crawled towards him. Gently, Ward unbuckled the fox's pants, pulling them down below the fox's smaller, but hard cock. The fox kicked off the trousers and fell to his back, letting his thighs fall to the side. Ward grabbed Sammy by the thighs and pulled him closer, licking his lips. He lifted him up, staring lustily at his tight ass. The captain licked his finger, trailing a line of spittle off his lip. He reached down and nudged his finger between Sammy's ass-cheeks, circling his tight tail-hole. Ward felt the fox's tail swish back and forth, tickling his knees.

Sammy yipped as the captain pushed his finger inside his hole, pulling out a little, before easing back in. The captain pulled out his finger and spat in his paw, rubbing it all over his cock. He pulled the fox closer, his balls sitting against the canine's ass, shaft erect.

"I want it hard this time, not like the last ye nithing." Sammy choked, "Deeper." The lion smiled before slowly pressing his tip against his mate's hole, feeling it carefully stretch open. With a push, he edged his cock inside him. Sammy moaned, his eyes tightly shut.

"Ah! Ah! Aye, go in deep," he growled. The lion pushed in deeper, feeling his balls pushing against the fox's tail. Sammy grimaced as he took in all nine inches of the captains flintlock, feeling it pulse inside him. The lion bit his lip as he pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. Sammy tensed and squirmed, lifting his legs while the lion wrapped his arms around his partner's waist.

Ward started thrusting, shoving his hard member deep inside the fox, feeling Sammy's boots rub against his side. While Ward rammed Sammy, he slowly started leaning further forwards, pulling the fox into a full embrace. Sammy felt his cock rub agains the captain's abs, making him moan and yip with each thrust. Their mouths met once more, and their heavy breaths mixed within the passionate dance of their tongues.

"Sam...ah...Sammy," the captain said between gasps, "I'm...ah." Sammy knew what was coming, and just as he felt the cat unload his pistol inside him, his own throbbing member shot his salty foam onto the captain's navel. They gasped together, the cat feeling his balls squeeze his load into the fox, while Sammy moaned with the throbbing of the cock inside him.

Exhausted, the lion pulled out, falling beside his partner. They met muzzles once more, before the captain wrapped his furry arms around his partner. They laid a moment, watching the white sea-foam roll out in the ship's wake. It must have been about noon.

"Mr. Cobb..."

"Aye, Cap'n?"

"Retire with me."

"Aye Cap'n."