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AVAST ME HEARTIES! This be a tale of men and monsters, monsters with members bigger than ye-eyes could believe! So, if you be the sort that wouldn't like to hear this tale, it be best that you leave before you are filled with thoughts ye would rather not have! But before we get to this tale, I must say that this is not a story meant for mere pups under the age of 18. And if you do not prefer to hear stories and details of men who prefer the company of other men then this not be a story you will wish to hear! But if your soul be brave and your loins be stirring, then take a seat as I spin the tale of a boy trapped by pirates...and the daring story of his escape!

Yo-Ho-Ho

It was a clear and bracing day out in the Gulf of Mexico. The sun was shining bright and a strong headwind made for a smooth and favourable voyage for the mighty wooden vessel as it skimmed across the deep blue ocean.

As it was on most ships, favourable weather such as this meant that this ship was abuzz with activity. From bow to stern the crew of the vessel were hard at work cleaning and maintaining the ship. Men of all shapes and sizes were busy performing routine upkeep on the vessel, replacing ropes and tying knots while the loud shout of the captain echoed across the ship as he directed everyone along their tasks. High above the deck and everyone else worked several other men performing patch repairs on the mast, looking for small weaknesses and patching them up as best as they could with tar and ropes. A few braver souls took to the more dangerous task of mending the sails; suspended only by tightly wound ropes as they dangled high above the ship. Armed with only needles and thread they scanned over the sails to find any holes or breaks in the sails to be sewn shut. Less holes made for a sturdier sail and a faster voyage, and for this crew speed was a necessity.

Far high above them all at the very top of the ship stood the crews flag of inspiration. It was a symbol, something that brought them pride and excitement every time they saw it. Made of an ebony fabric and bordered with a white twisting rose vine it flicked in the wind and gave everyone on board a full display of their insignia.

That of a skull and crossed bones.

"SWAB FASTER YE MAGGOT!"

Back down on the ship, a withered looking boy dressed in rags flinched at the bellowing command and tightened the grip of his mop, dipping it into the grime filled water before pulling it out and slamming it onto the deck, scrubbing hastily as his bony hands shook in fear.

The one who made the command, Captain George Saberslit, smiled a cruel grin and flashed his yellowed and crooked teeth at the boy.

"Ye best finish before sun-down boy. If this deck isn't spit shine before sundown your belly will go empty tonight and you will earn another lash."

"Y-yes Captain." The boy responded fearfully, applying even more pressure to the weathered and splintery mop, forcing himself to scrub even harder.

The Captain grunted and turned away, leaving the boy to toil as his thick, blood-stained jacket rustled in the salty sea air. The few members of the crew that had been watching mimicked their captains cruel humour as they sneered at the boy as the captain walked away. A quick barking order from the Captain brought them back to their duties, but not before several pirates made a point of spitting onto the deck, just where the boy had cleaned.

The boy let out a sigh as he loosened his grip, wincing from the feeling of the pained jabs of the splintery wood on his hands from the old mop. He took a moment to look at the expanse of the deck, seeing just how little it seemed he had done with the crew constantly stomping and dragging everything across the deck.

As if on cue, another member of the crew made a show of walking through an area he had just washed. Letting out a loud laugh that was joined by the others before going back to their work. It was almost as if they revelled in his toil and suffering, but the boy couldn't say or do anything about it, lest he be given yet another lash across his back.

As he had done many times before, he raised up his mop and dipped it into the bucket before swirling it around in some futile attempt to remove some of the grime before placing it back onto the deck. As the thick, murky waters swirled in his bucket, he managed to catch a brief glimpse of himself on the water's reflection while the filth swirled around the bottom.

His once pale skin was now almost a deep caramel brown from the countless hours he had spent on the deck, the sun slowly baking him like a bun in an oven. His once bright green eyes were sullen, with shallow bony cheeks framing them that lead to his dried lips. With little water and food that the pirates gave him he was only barely alive from sheer force of will and fear. He knew that the pirates would only keep him around as long as he was useful. If he passed out, complained or stole he would be tossed overboard like the others.

Like the others...

In that one brief glimpse of his haggard appearance a memory of his old life came back to him. Back to when he wasn't just called "Maggot" and he had a proper name. Lockland.

He remembered his bed near a warm fire at his family's inn, the feeling of being full and not constantly fearing for his life in every waking moment. Now he was a shell of his former self, his once modest build withered away and his striking blonde hair bleached nearly white from the suns harsh rays.

Lockland muttered to himself as continued scrubbing his mop across the wooden deck. He cursed himself for giving up on a happy life in the name of 'adventure'. He cursed himself for having gone on that ship bound for the new colonies. Finally, he cursed his luck for being one of the 'lucky' ones that the pirates had decided to enslave rather than slitting their throats.

That had been three years ago and he was all that had been left of that ship filled with craftsmen and civilians. The pirates had been angered by the ships lack of value once they had overtaken it, but that didn't stop them from stealing anything they thought they could make some quick coin from. Any survivors were taken captive to be sold as slaves on the black market.

The only reason he hadn't been sold off along with the rest was because they couldn't find a buyer. So, he was forced to be their whipping boy, made to swab and clean and do whatever menial task they could throw at him while only giving him just enough rations to survive.

To this day he was still the ships "cabin boy" kept there at the whim of Captain George Sabreslit. He cleaned mostly, and worked in the galley washing the plates and tables for the crews regular meals. When he wasn't doing that, he was forced to carry and lift equipment for the crew while they worked, and bring ammo to the cannons during their raids. Night time was the only time he was ever able to find any rest. But that was on a small mat shoved into a corner of a room filled with rancid smelling men who snored and drank all through the night.

Lockland felt his stomach growl. He hadn't eaten in the past day and all he had had to drink was a small sip of rum he had managed to sneak from one of the crew while he was passed out in the galley. The drink had numbed his hunger pains for the past hour or two but his body still cried out for a proper meal. He began to think that perhaps if he finished quickly he might be able to make it down to the galley to take some of the edible scraps off the plates before he was made to clean them...

*BOOM!*

The entire ship shook as a sound like a massive thunder clap suddenly rang out across the sea. Nearly the entire crew paused at the sound, some of them even going so far as to draw their pistols and swords. What followed was an ominous silence. The wind even began to die down and the sails soon started to hang limply from the mast. Their ship soon then started to slow its voyage, bringing the vessel to a slow stop as it bobbed on the eerily calm waters.

*BOOM!* *BOOM!*

The same sound echoed twice, sending a shock wave across the waters that sent the ship lurching to the other side.

What followed after however was anything but quiet.

A high-pitched screeching sound rang out from high in the sky. The entire crew cried out in pain as the noise shot through their ears and sent everyone to their knees, clutching to the sides of their head in a desperate attempt to block out the sound.

The sound rang out for a few moments, but to the crew and Lockland it felt like ages. When the noise had finally started to die down, everyone slowly got to their feet, ears ringing and dazed from the sudden sound that seemed to come out of nowhere.

One man shouted, another man followed. Everyone began questioning where the attack had come from and the deck started to break out into a panic. Those who had been on the mast lowered themselves down, questioning just what was going on as everyone scrambled across the ship, looking for their unseen enemy and just how they could kill it before it could strike again. The deck was soon filled with the loud clamour, where none could make sense of what was going on until eventually a voice finally managed to cut through the clamour.

"A-hoy!"

The crew all turned skyward as the watchman in the crow's nest let out a shout.

"Some hell-wrought thing is coming in from the starboard side!" he cried out as he pointed out towards the sea.

The crew rushed toward the side of the ship, their dim expressions scanning the water and the horizon for sign of whatever it was the watchman was looking at.

Forced to the back Lockland scanned the area for any sign of the source of the sound. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him at least. That is until he eventually looked skyward.

It looked like a boulder wreathed in flame that was falling from the sky at a breakneck pace. He could see bits and pieces of it flaking off as it descended, but what concerned him most however was the angle at which it was falling.

It was coming right for them!

Lockland's jaw dropped in shock and he dropped his mop, rushing for the mast and gripping it tight as he braced himself.

The crew however was still too busy looking over the side for them to look skyward. Luckily for them however the Captain seemed to spot the object as well and let out a shout.

"Brace for impact you louts!!!" cried out the Captain from the helm.

The crew flinched and started to panic again, some grabbing on to the nearest thing they could find while others hit the deck and covered their heads with whatever they could find. The same high pitched screech rang out again, shaking the ship and making the crew cry out in pain once more as the meteor broke through the atmosphere.

The fiery projectile let out another booming sound as it rushed towards earth at an unthinkable speed. The watchman cried out a warning but it could barely be understood over the noise. Lockland could only pray and shut his eyes. At least some dark part of his mind took comfort in the fact that if at least he was going to die, the crew of murderers and thieves that had tormented him would be taken to the bottom of the sea as well.

Suddenly something ejected from the top of the ship, altering its trajectory and sending it into a nose dive with the sea. The waters below let out small shock waves from the objects approach, growing larger and larger until finally it met the sea with a violet crash just a few feet from their ship.

The meteor sent a torrent of sea water into the air, which brought with it a massive wave that slam the ship on its side. The wooden vessel tilted far to the port side, causing barrels and tools to roll down the length of the ship as the men cried out in fear. Just as the ship threatened to capsize the ship swung back to the starboard side, swaying back and forth until it finally settled.

After the ship had finally stopped rocking the men slowly got up from the deck, recovering from the shock and gathering their bearings as they searched to see if they had all still made it through.

"What in the Devil's name was that thing?" shouted the Captain, adjusting his hat as he pulled himself up from the floor.

The men gathered back at the side of the deck. All that remained of the meteor that could be seen were a few pieces of debris, surrounded by the bubbles the object gave off as it sank down to the bottom of the sea.

Lockland loosened his grip around the mast, felt a similar sense of curiosity as well, but he didn't dare approach the crowd. His sharp eyes did however, notice one the pistols still holstered on the crew's belts.

His mind began to formulate a plan. If he could just get a little closer, he might just have a little leverage to...

"Captain! Something is floating on the water! Looks like a survivor!" cried out the watchman.

The crew seemed even more interested than before as some of them leaned over the side of the ship as they peered out to the crash site. Lockland took the opportunity, slowly creeping forward to one of the closer pirates, his hand reaching out to grasp the pistol before anyone could take notice.

"Move you louts! Catch whatever it is that fell from that piece of hell!" the Captain suddenly ordered.

The crew quickly snapped to attention and the deck was suddenly full of activity. Lockland was pushed aside and sent toppling to the floor as the man he had attempted to pickpocket rushed back towards the anchor. Luckily with the Captain ordering everyone around no one paid him any mind, but he did have to move out of the way to keep himself from being trampled. Not wanting to look suspicious however, he quickly got to his feet and snapped back to his mop and bucket, acting as if he had not moved from that spot while cursing his poor luck once again.

Half the crew quickly manned the lifeboats while others grabbed hold of some netting and spears. The other half of the crew got to work stabilising the ship and dropping anchor while several were ordered to assess any damages they might have taken from the wave.

In a matter of minutes the pirates lowered the boats down into the sea. Once the area was clear Lockland took a few steps away from his post out of curiosity just to watch just as the men converged on a piece of flotsam where he could see the outline of what looked like a man grasping onto it for dear life.

Out in the distance shouting could be heard. Some of the crew seemed hesitant to approach the castaway. Once they got close to the shipwrecked soul they started lashing out at the pirates. Grabbing onto their boats in an attempt to capsize them or push them away. But when the pirates brandished their spears at the castaway he paused just long enough for the crew on the other boat to strike. They cast their net over the castaway, quickly subduing him while keeping their spears pointed at him. Whoever was inside thrashed about for a few more moments, but as the crew flashed their spears at it once more it stopped its struggle. Working together the two boats quickly secured their quarry and began rowing back to the ship.

The remaining crew quickly got to work lowering the ropes as they approached to bring the smaller boats aboard, however one particularly ambitious crew member had managed to leap from the boats, climbing up the netting that hung to the side of the ship and make his way back onto the deck.

"Captain! You're not gonna believe this!" cried out the crewman as he hoisted himself back onto the ship, his face marred with fear.

As the ropes were lowered and the netting secured, the men quickly began working the crane, lowering a large metal hook onto a metal ring that let them latch onto their netting.

Slowly the men turned the crank on the crane, lifting the net up from the waters below until it dangled a few feet in the air. Grabbing hold of a wooden lever, one of the men manning the crane swung its arm around until the net hung above their ship.

Captain Sabreslit soon came down to the deck as the crew secured the crank and began gathering around their captive. Keeping his distance from the main group, Lockland looked up in shock as the creature finally came into clear view.

Its body seemed to be that of a man, however his skin was as black as pitch with only a few splotches of a ghostly white that shone with a rubbery sheen. As the creature slowly spun around in his trap Lockland could see even more of the creature's strange body, including a long, thick tail that sprouted from his backside that ended in a finned tip. He also seemed to have a rounded, yet pointed face that lacked a nose and he also sported another fin that grew from between its shoulder blades.

"What manner of beast is this..." Captain Sabreslit muttered.

The creature let out a series of clicking noises and angrily shook at the netting, trying to regain its footing as it stood almost like a man. The men that had captured him rose their spears once again at the creature's outburst and the creature responded by baring a row of sharp pointed teeth at them. But then, the creatures features softened, quelling its rage as it let go of the net and glared at them all.

"Captain! I've seen something like this before! It looks almost like a killer whale!" cried out a crewman.

"It's a man borne of a whale and is a demon! We should send it back to the depths before it kills us all!" shouted one of the more superstitious crew.

"Don't just throw it back! It's one hell of a catch and I've always wanted to try orca..." cried out the ships cook, brandishing a knife at the creature and eyeing him hungrily.

The deck was soon in a loud debate about what was to be done with the beast. Half which wanted to kill the creature while the other half wanted to eat it for dinner. This continued for a full minute until a gun shot rang out from the helm.

The crew was instantly silenced, looking up to their captain as he holstered his pistol to his side.

"Shut your gobs you louts! We aren't going to kill the beast and we aren't going to let it go either." Shouted the Captain as he approached the orca man and gave him a closer inspection.

"But I do know a few people who might be interested in such a unique creature..."

The "orca" was quickly hauled down into the ships brig and chained to the wall. Once it had been subdued it tried to make another attempt to fight back against his captors; but eventually it settled down. Making angry sounding clicking noises at anyone that got too close.

Once their prize was secured the captain then told the crew that they were going to make a course for Jamaica to sell the beast. One of the wealthy farm owners he knew there was always interested in new and strange creatures and would pay a small fortune for this "Man-Whale". The crew seemed abuzz with this idea not only for the prospect of a big pay out, but also for some shore leave time to drink and whore to their hearts delight.

But it was later in that day that one crewman came down to check on the creature, only to see the creature passed out and its skin looking dry and shrivelled.

That was when Lockland was assigned a new chore.

"You're to come down here every hour to wash the beast and to keep him alive until we make port. If this thing dies before we make it there you're going to be the next one, we toss overboard."

"Yes Captain!" responded Lockland with bucket and cloth in hand as the two of them stood below deck next to the door that lead to the brig.

"Good lad, now if this creature sells for as much as I believe he will, I _might_be inclined to "forget" you while we are on the island if I'm in a favourable mood. I'm sure some farmer could use a maggot like you to pull crops or run his bath," Sabreslit stated dismissively.

Lockland flinched, but he tempered his excitement. He had heard such offers before, but somehow, he always ended up being right back where he started. Still, hope for him was hard to come by and he decided to take whatever he could get at this point.

"Yes Captain," he repeated as the captain nodded and turned, climbing up the steps of the ships hold leaving Lockland alone with only a thick wooden door separating him from the strange creature that had fallen from the sky.

Lockland steadied himself and slowly reached out he opened the door slowly. Peaking inside he could see that creature was asleep, its muscular form propped against the wall while its hands were fully bound and bolted to the floor with a heavy iron chain. It was only now that he finally got to get a full view of what this creature was and just how well-built it was.

Back home he had seen some dock workers with similar, thick stocky builds, that they commonly paraded around with their shirts off. They always made a show of flexing and showing off to the occasional passing lady who had come to admire them as they worked. This creature was almost like them, but with far greater definition that was only highlighted by its rubbery skin. Two pectorals capped the top of its powerful looking chest, with a set of clear cut abdominal muscles and broad shoulders.

His eyes paused when he saw the creature's bare crotch but he shook his head and looked further down. The creature's legs seemed just as well built as the rest of it, but it was then he noticed that he possessed a set of ten toes at the end of his feet like him, but they were all connected by a thin webbing. Of course, his most striking feature was his alien tail sitting between his legs, idly twitching in its sleep.

Lockland slowly opened the door even further, but when one of the rusty hinges started to squeak the creature started to stir. Soon the creature's eyes shot open, his eyes looking almost human with a bright green iris surrounded by white.

The creature glared at Lockland and bared its many sharp teeth at him. It soon then let out a few threatening clicking noises followed by a bellowing sound before thrashing against his chains. Lockland flinched and cowered as fear shot down his spine, pulling back on the door and slamming it shut out of instinct.

Quickly backing away from the creature's prison, Lockland gasped for breath as his entire body shook with fear. He then looked down at the cloth he had in his hand and the small bucket he kept at his side.

"How am I supposed to wash that...thing..." He muttered to himself.

Shaking his head he set down his tools and turned back for the stairs. But he didn't manage to make it two steps up before he ran into one of the crew.

"Oi what's this maggot? Didn't the captain tell you? Wash the beast!" he shouted back at him.

"I need my mop, I can't get to close to it!" Lockland argued, soon realising his mistake for talking back.

The pirate grunted and scowled, grabbing Lockland's bony arm and dragging him back down into the brig.

"You'll wash the freak or get the lash!" the pirate said as he swung open the door.

The creature within growled as the door opened again, but when it saw Lockland being dragged inside, it paused.

"Now get to it!" he pirate shouted, shoving Lockland inside and forcing the bucket and cloth into his arms.

"But!" Lockland tried to protest.

"No buts maggot! Now wash that beast!" the crewmate said as he reached to grab the door.

But then, the crewmate paused, smiling a crooked grin as he turned to Lockland.

"Ya-know, we haven't fed this thing yet. For all we know he might like the taste of whelps like you," the pirate said with a grin, fully grabbing onto the door and slamming it shut in Lockland's face.

Lockland could hear the sound of the door being locked from the outside and his heart froze.

With his back to the orca man Lockland felt a chill go down his spine. He grabbed onto the bucket in his hands tightly, knowing full well that there was a monster right behind him. Sure it may have been chained down, but with legs like that, it could easily grab hold of him and pull him close enough to take a bite out of him with his dagger-like teeth. But with the door locked and no way out, he knew that no one would let him out.

Letting out a sigh he resigned himself to his fate, closing his eyes he slowly turned around, praying that the creature would at least make it quick.

....

....

...

Nothing

Was he already dead? Did it happen that quickly?

Slowly he opened his eyes.

He was still on the ship and the creature was still right in front of him, but this time he looked different.

He seemed almost...sympathetic towards him.

Lockland paused, turning his head slightly. The creature mirrored this and turned its head as well before letting out a small series of clicks. The boy blinked and furrowed his brow, something the creature did as well before letting out a soft bellowing sound.

"Is it...mimicking me?" he thought to himself.

"H...Hello?" Lockland questioned.

The creature nodded and clicked, eyeing his warily.

"Hmm..." Lockland muttered to himself as he set his bucket and cloth down.

"Can you tell me how many this is?" Lockland said as he raised up three fingers.

The creature nodded and clicked three times in response.

"Do...do you understand me?" Lockland asked.

The creature blinked and nodded its head before letting out another clicking sound.

Lockland flinched.

"Was this thing intelligent?" he thought to himself.

"Can you speak English?" he asked.

The orca man paused, and bobbed his head, almost as if he was looking for something that was once around its neck. After a few attempts it let out a sigh and shook its head.

"Huh...well I guess not..." Lockland said as he warily took his sponge and bucket and took a step forward.

"I am here to wash you...do you understand?" Lockland asked as he raised up his bucket and cloth.

The orca seemed confused, but nodded and let out a soft bellow as he used his toes to point towards the bucket in Lockland's hand.

"Ok...well they put me in charge of you until we make it to land. They said you can dry out quickly so they had me come here to moisten your skin." Lockland said as he dipped the cloth into the bucket before he rang it out with his free hand.

"I won't hurt you, but can I wash you?" Lockland asked as he offered the creature the cloth.

The orca seemed slightly confused with the question, but soon his eyes flashed with something strange for a brief moment. The creature then smiled and nodded, relaxing its body and leaning back against the walls of its prison.

Lockland nodded and took that as a sign that it approved. He stepped forward with cloth in hand and set his bucket to the side and quickly got to work.

With no hair and with such slippery skin, there was little resistance as Lockland ran the cloth across the creatures chest. He paid special attention to the creature's pectoral muscles, being sure to work the damp cloth across the cleft between them along with the creatures two black nipples. He then worked his way down to its abdominal muscles.

Each section was like a small stone, firm and unmoving even as Lockland worked its way across every nook and cranny to ensure there wasn't a spot missed. The creature at least seemed pleased from all the attention, letting out a series of pleasant sounding clicking noises and bellows every few moments.

"You like that do you?" Lockland asked as he refreshed his cloth.

The orca nodded.

"That's good, the Captain wants you to be in good shape for when we get to shore." He said as he reached behind the creature and rubbed the cloth along its back.

After working his way across the creatures back and strange fin, Lockland then began slowly working his way towards the creatures groin. He ensured that he kept refreshing the cloth with more water with every new section, ensuring that the orca was sufficiently moistened so that it could at least be somewhat comfortable on the voyage.

As he finally made his way to the orcas groin he slowly rubbed at the void area where a normal man would have had their cock and balls. The orca flinched from the contact but began to relax, seeming particularly pleased that Lockland was paying attention to this area.

It was then as he continued washing he met a slit that he had not noticed before that lead into the creature's body.

The orca let out a soft bellow as one of Lockland's fingers slipped inside. Lockland froze and pulled it out immediately, looking at the small slit curiously.

"What...what is that?" Lockland asked as he looked at the small seam.

The orca seemed almost amused with the question and smirked. Sticking a tongue into the inside of his cheek it pressed outward and opened his mouth in an large "O" shape.

Lockland was confused and watched as the creature continued this for a few more moments before it became clear that he wasn't catching on. The creature paused for a moment as it seemed to ponder something. An idea quickly struck it, and it grinned, using the freedom of its legs to thrust his groin forward, making grunting and clicking sounds the whole time.

"....Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh...." Lockland said as he finally realised just what the creature meant.

The orca grinned and nodded as he sat back down in a semi-comfortable position.

Lockland snickered a little...something he had not done in some time before he went back to work.

"So are you a...boy? Do things like you even have sex?" Lockland asked as he moved down the creatures legs.

The orca rolled his eyes and let out an amused sounding click before nodding. In response to his first question however, the slit slowly began to open up and the tip of a strange looking fleshy pole began to emerge from within.

Lockland paused as he watched the strange pointed member emerge from the orca's groin.

"Ok, ok I get it," Lockland said as he moved down to the creature's feet, refreshing his cloth once more before working on the creatures toes.

Lockland tried asking the creature a few more basic questions, such as its age and even its name. But with only clicks and bellows to go off from he only could get by with what he could piece together. He actually found himself enjoying talking to the creature, even if he couldn't really talk back to him in a language he could understand. It was better than just being scoffed at by pirates at least.

With his job nearly done, Lockland began working on the last thing he hadn't touched, the orca's arms.

The orca had an impressive set of biceps on him, with a thick vein running along the length of each muscle that lead down to his captive hands. It was any wonder that he hadn't tried breaking out by now. With arms like this he could probably bend timbers!

Working his way down to the creature's hands however, Lockland started to feel a pang of guilt. He knew what was in store for the orca, and it seemed he was smart enough to understand. It would be better that he know now rather than be hunted down not even knowing why.

"I'm sorry to say this, but once we make landfall you will probably be sold to some rich land owner who will keep you as a pelt...or a trophy," he said solemnly.

The creature flinched and let out an angry sounding bellow before he started thrashing against his chains again. Lockland stepped back and looked at the creatures frustrated visage. When the creature caught the look in Lockland's frightened eyes however he started to calm down.

The orca man sat back down and looked down at his feet, letting out a mournful sounding bellow.

"I'm sorry, but that's the only reason they kept you here. If the crew had their way with you, you would have already been gutted and made into dinner," Lockland said softly as he approached the creature and placed a hand on his broad shoulders.

The orca looked at Lockland and frowned before letting out another clicking sound.

"Yea...they are a terrible bunch. I've been here for years and they still treat me like some old dog," Lockland responded.

The orca tilted his head and looked at Lockland with a confused gaze before letting out another series of clicks.

Lockland paused for a moment, trying to obtain the meaning before it suddenly hit him.

"Do...you want to know why I am here?" Lockland asked.

The orca nodded.

Lockland let out a sigh and grabbed his cloth once again. He then recounted his story of how he had wanted to travel to the new world and learn how to be a blacksmith and start his own life of adventure and new experiences. When he started talking about his capture and enslavement he pressed harder against the creatures skin with his cloth, venting his frustrations of his cruel treatment and starvation. The orca was silent all throughout the story, however he still hung on every word, nodding and seeming genuinely sympathetic to his plight.

"...and they just whip me for every reason and just give me scraps. I wish I had never gotten on that boat, I wish I had just stayed at home and...." Lockland felt his sadness welling up. He couldn't afford to cry, not in front of this beast and not with the little water he had had. Gritting his teeth he forced it down, keeping his emotions bottled up as he had done for so many months.

The orca however did not want to bare such a sight and moved quickly.

With only so much give in the chain he managed to lean forward and lay his head on Lockland's shoulder, letting out a comforting bellow as he rubbed his rubbery face against Lockland's cheek.

Lockland froze, it had been the only source of affection he had felt sense his mother had kissed him goodbye before he departed...he could feel the flood gates welling up and without even thinking, he wrapped his arms around the creature's chest and hugged him tight.

Lockland started to sniffle softly, but the orca didn't seem to mind.

He just let him let it all out.

For the past, few days, Lockland had diligently come down to the lower deck every few hours to wash and feed the pirates prize as they came closer and closer to their destination. With him still having to contend with his many other "chores" it was a bit tiring, but when it was time to go down and wash the creature no one paid him any mind. It was the closest thing he had ever gotten to any "easy" work before and it also came with some sense of power. When time came to wash the orca some of the crew would complain that he hadn't finished cleaning or they wanted him to do something else, but he would just have to say "Talk to the Captain" and that would shut them up immediately.

Still, he was glad that he at least now had someone he could talk to. Even if they couldn't talk back.

Every time he went downstairs to wash the orca, he would recount tales of his old life and what he could still remember from his schooling. He figured the orca must have been getting bored being locked down there, so he might as well tell him about the world around him. The orca seemed interested at the very least and would respond as best as it could.

But it was just as night began to fall and the crew started to head to their bunks for bed, Lockland went to the brig with bucket in hand and a rare smile on his face as he turned the door handle and stepped inside.

Only to see his new friend doing something odd...

While still chained to the wall, the orca seemed to have decided to have a little "fun".

From the once empty spot of his groin where Lockland had discovered the orcas hidden equipment now stood the orcas cock in all its full glory. Being chained to the wall left him unable to use his hands to finish the deed, but the creatures cock was large enough to reach well past his stomach and rest right on his pectorals. So he had managed to lean down and give himself a rather enthusiastic blowjob.

Once he noticed Lockland coming inside, the creature flinched and pulled away from his own member. Letting out a surprised sounding bellow he crossed his legs in some vain attempt to cover himself. Lockland however had seen everything, and it was clear to him what the orca had been doing.

"Oh!...oh...um...well I..." Lockland stammered

The orca clicked softly and adjusted his legs, his cock still very much hard and throbbing with need.

"I um...I need to wash you and then you can finish up with...that..." Lockland finally said, trying to keep his eyes off the creatures massive cock.

The orca clicked and nodded, if his skin could have shown it he would likely have been blushing. Lockland nodded and stepped forward before he got down onto his knees. Grabbing his cloth he soaked it in the bucket and began work on the creatures arms.

There was an odd silence between the two of them. With the orcas, massive cock acting as the almost literal elephant in the room there was little Lockland could think to say as he did his best to ignore it.

But then, once Lockland moved over to the orca's other arm, he accidently brushed up against it.

The orca let out a soft bellow and winched in pleasure.

"Oh! Err...sorry..." Lockland muttered as he tried to focus on his work.

Moving the cloth down the creatures arms, he made sure to work over every muscle and vein before moving towards the creatures armpits. Part of him thought that he should try and do this task as quickly as possible so that he could leave the orca to its "business" but he knew that all that awaited him upstairs would be drunken pirates and more chores.

He could learn to deal with it for a little longer.

"...I've never seen one that big before," Lockland muttered.

The orca seemed surprised and let out a clicking sound that seemed like he approved of the comment.

"I've never seen one like that before either...I mean mine has a sort of...helmet shape. But yours is pointed like a spear..." Lockland said, finally looking over at the creatures cock.

The orca nodded and smiled, turning his hips towards Lockland so the boy could get a better look at the member.

Lockland paused and gazed at the fleshy pole, from the tip oozed a clear liquid that ran down the length of the shaft. Lockland assumed that must have been the orcas precum and whatever produced it must be hidden under the orca's skin. He looked down the length of the shaft, marvelling in every vein that covered the flesh of the cock until he was met with the base.

"You don't have balls like I do either...are they...inside you?" Lockland questioned

The orca nodded.

Lockland paused, wondering to himself just what it would be like if he was equipped like that. Sure it would be odd to have nothing hanging from his crotch most of the time, but any cock like that would make him one of the most popular men at the brothel.

Shaking his head of such fantasies he took his sponge and began to work on the orcas legs. The two stayed quiet for a little while longer as Lockland worked over the creatures calves and thighs, working his way down the beasts toes and down onto his finned tail.

The orca let out a frustrated clicking sound as he squirmed in his spot. His cock was still very hard and seemed to refuse to go down.

"I'm almost done, then you can finish..." Lockland said with a chuckle.

The orca let out a pleading bellow that made Lockland look up at his face.

The orca seemed stressed and pent up, he desperately wanted to get off and it didn't seem like he would want to wait for much longer. Letting out another series of clicks he looked at Lockland dead in the eyes before he looked down at his cock. He repeated the gesture several times until Lockland was finally able to catch on.

"You want me to...help you?" Lockland asked.

The orca let out a happy sounding bellow and nodded.

Lockland paused...

"I don't know..." Lockland replied hesitantly.

The orca let out the same pleading bellow and looked at Lockland with sad, begging eyes.

Lockland felt some amount of caution for following with the creature's request. Could he do this? He wasn't a stranger of doing such things with other men...his time as a teen had proven that. But doing this to an in-human orca? Could he really get himself to do that?

...Although part of him did remember that the creature's last days might very well be upon it.

"Alright, I'll help" He finally responded.

Setting his bucket and cloth aside, he approached the orca and gently grabbed hold of its member with one hand. The orcas body shivered and he let out a pleased sounding bellow. Starting off slow, he rubbed his hand up and down the orcas flesh, using long, careful strokes to help the creature along.

The flesh of this orcas cock was unlike any he had felt before. It was thick and heavy, like the cocks he had felt before, but it was also slick and slippery, as if it was constantly covered in lubricant.

He continued this for a little while, but soon the orcas occasional shivers of pleasure began to stop. He guessed that the orca wasn't enjoying this technique as much anymore and would need a different approach.

Looking to his free hand and down at the creatures cock, he was definitely big enough for two hands and it would likely help him reach his "ending" faster. Taking both hands this time he began to work the creatures cock even faster, rubbing the length of the slippery cock with more fervour than before.

The orca let out a bellow of pleasure as its toes started to curl up and its fin-shaped tail slapped the ground in excitement. It seemed that he really liked that and Lockland wanted to make sure that he was able to keep going.

He tried swapping his hands and moving to different positions, each new tactic causing the orca to let out a pleasured bellow. Soon the creature had even opened its mouth and let its long tongue hang out as he gasped in pleasure. Lockland could feel the orcas body heating up more and more with every passing second, he wouldn't last long like this and he knew that he would likely have a big mess to clean up later.

Unless...

Lockland gazed at the creatures cock head, drooling more and more pre by the second. Shrugging to himself, knowing he had already done more than most normal men would, he took the fleshy pole into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the tip.

That seemed to be all the orca could take.

The orca let out a shocked bellow and thrusted upward with little warning. Lockland nearly gagged, but he barely had time to recover before the orcas entire body flexed as he let out a deluge of thick cum straight down his throat.

The first shot made it right down into his stomach, while a second soon followed. Lockland managed to break away after that, the orca's cock spraying its load high into the air and splattering his chest and face.

Lockland coughed, trying to spit out what remained of the creature's seed. The orca however just kept going, shooting wave after wave of cum until its cock finally stopped its flow. The orca was completely covered from head to toe at this point, his cock oozing out just the last of its load and collecting into a small pool on his abs.

"Ack...Gah...fuck..." Lockland was finally able to sputter out as the creature dumbly laid back with a pleased grin on its face.

"Ahh...I needed that..." Suddenly came a voice that was very unfamiliar.

Lockland froze, a warm feeling bubbling in his belly as he turned to the orca and shivered in fear.

Was he watched? Was one of the crew going to tell the captain? What would he do if he found out he was sucking off their prize?!? Lockland thought to himself in a panic.

"You seem confused, but then again things are about to get a whole lot more confusing in a minute..."

The same unfamiliar voice let out a soft chuckle.

Lockland finally realised it...slowly turned his head, he looked up the only other person...or thing in the room with him.

"Yo," The orca said casually.

"What the...I thought you couldn't talk?!?...ACK!"

Lockland felt as if he had been jabbed in the stomach and was soon hunched over in pain. Gripping his stomach he felt the warm sensation that had been building in his gut as it started spreading across every inch of his body.

"I was talking the whole time, it just seems that you humans can't understand," The orca stated with a smug grin.

Managing to catch his breath, Lockland finally was able to pull himself up and look up at the Orca.

"Wa...what's happening to me?" Lockland asked, looking down at his right hand as he felt all feeling in it suddenly disappear.

"You suck off something not of your own species and you don't think something won't happen?...Well although I suppose I am a special case in that. Nanobots are weird like that." The orca said with a shrug.

Lockland however could not respond. He was too busy watching his own hand as he saw the tips of his fingers darken to a pitch black before his very eyes. Like some growing corruption the darkness slowly spread down his fingers, causing his bony hands to tingle from the strange transformation as each finger was eventually turned black as coal.

"Am...am I going to die? Did you poison me?" Lockland exclaimed as he watched the black pigment spread down towards the palm of his hand.

Just as the black pigment creeping under his skin reached the rim of his palm however it suddenly changed colour. The blistered surface of his hand quickly turned a pale white, covering his palm in a matter of moments before it began to spread down to his wrist. The black pigment however did not stop in its spread during this. Soon the back of his entire hand was pitch black and it began to creep its way down his forearms.

Lockland could only look on in complete shock as he glanced over to his other hand and saw the same thing happening to it. In a matter of moments, it seemed as if his hands had blackened to rot. But strangely enough however, his skin remained the same texture and structure.

That would not be long to last however.

Lockland suddenly felt the instinctive urge to scratch his hand. Its source came from the very spot where the changes had begun, but it quickly spread down the same path as his changing skin.

What scratching he did provided little relief, however he did notice as a fine build-up of dust began to form on his fingertips. As he brought his hand close to examine it further, it quickly faded away, disappearing into thin air. The itching continued however, but he then finally realized just what was happening.

Like a fine dust, his skin fell off and faded into the air. Exposing a strange thick rubbery flesh that he now bore instead.

As more and more of his old skin began to fade away the callouses, cuts and wears on his fingers and palms disappeared from one after another. The thicker flesh also provided some extra mass for Lockland's bony hands, filling them with size before a strange, thick webbing began to spread from the spaces between his fingers.

Soon the bony hands he had bore for the past months were completely gone, the wear and strain of hours of chores and hard labour disappearing without a trace and replaced with an alien skin and webbing.

"You're going to become like me. Confusing I know, but when you're used as a test subject you get all kinds of weird "additions". Although some come with some decent benefits I'd say." The orca stated smugly as he flexed his body and his groin at the same time, making his cock slap against his chest with a resounding "thump".

Lockland flinched before he turned to face the orca.

"What...I'm going to be like you? How? Why did you do this to me?!?"

Lockland's heart and mind raced with panic and fear, but before he could question the orca any further he unwillingly let out a gasp.

Underneath his ragged clothes the black and white skin had already completely covered his arms and begun to spread towards his chest. As it was with his hand, his twig-like arms slowly began to regain some of their former size and health, filling the ragged arms of his shirt and forcing his chest further apart. The itching sensation then quickly followed as the black and white skin underneath was pushed to the surface.

Lockland decided to save his questions for another time as he pulled back the arm of his sleeve to examine his progressing change, watching as the rubbery skin continued to spread. With his new hand, he poked at the flesh on his arm to see how it felt, glad to have regained the feeling in his hands at the very least. It was then he finally noticed how his fingers had been connected by the same webbing that connected the orca's toes. He instinctively opened and closed his hands, marvelling in the odd sensations of having the extra skin on his hand. It was smooth, almost slippery to the touch. It also seemed much firmer than his old skin, with more resistance than he had felt before. As more and more of it began to make itself exposed under his clothes he also felt a strange, alien feeling as it rubbed against the fabric. It was odd and unfamiliar, but he wasn't about to disrobe in front of the orca.

"I didn't realIy do anything. I only asked for help. I didn't ask for you to suck me off and taste my load. Though I got to say, you got one hell of a mouth kid. Once you're finished changing we got to try it with your new tongue," the orca said with a smirk.

Lockland grunted, his body rapidly expanding as the black and white skin spread across his torso. His shallow chest began to puff out slightly as it began to fill out like the rest of his body, the black skin forming a frame around his shallow pectoral muscles while the skin above his muscles turned stark white. The white colour continued as it moved down his stomach and towards his groin, the black framing the borders of his slowly expanding abdominals.

For the first time in ages, Lockland began to feel a sense of fullness. He reached down and lifted his shirt to see his stomach and chest. Part of him was, glad that he could no longer see his exposed ribs or feel the growl of his empty belly.

All while taking stock of his spreading changes the black pigment made its way across Lockland's back. But the punishments he had suffered while on the ship made it almost hard to make out. Lockland had bore countless lashes from the pirate's cruel punishments and many had formed thick and lasting scars. But as his old skin pressed itself to the surface the wounds began to fade, the streaks disappearing as if they had never even existed and being replaced with ebony skin that shined with a rubbery sheen.

"I...I don't...I can't..." Lockland stammered, barely able to process his own thoughts as he was wracked with the strange tingling of his skin coupled with the itching sensation of his old skin falling away.

"Honestly, becoming like me sounds a whole heck of a lot better than what you already had going for you. Speaking as one prisoner to another, ide consider this an improvement," the orca responded.

Somehow, the orcas words managed to bring him to his senses for just that moment.

"By turning me into one of you? How could that solve my problems? They are just going to sell me and carve me up like you!" Lockland snapped.

But then, his heart fell once more as he saw the wispy remains of his once blonde hair began to fall out in small tufts right before his eyes.

The orca sighed as he watched Lockland stare at the remains of his humanity fade away bit by bit.

"True, if those rancid smelling humans are as fucked up as you told me we will likely become some rich bastard's dinner. But that gives us both a shared interest don't you think?" The orca said with a raised eyebrow.

Lockland grunted, trying to keep hold of his senses but still managing to look at the captive orca with a curious stare.

The orca shook his head and took in the sight of the small human's face as it was slowly being warped into a more pointed shape like his own.

"Well, by all intents and purposes you and I are captives on this boat. Now I'm sure you have tried to escape before, but have you ever had backup?" the orca said with a smirk.

Lockland nodded, but he then let out a soft groan that soon warped into an unhuman bellow.

Underneath his ragged clothes the skin had almost completely covered his body. Down his legs and feet the rubbery skin had already began to show itself. His toes had even started to link together and form their own webbing. But the source of his groaning came from the strange feeling centred around his groin.

Lockland had had a modest package before, but that package began to slowly shrink away, sinking deeper and deeper into the white and rubbery flesh and surrounded his cock and balls.

Acting out of instinct Lockland reached down and pawed at his groin, feeling the bulge he sported shrink away bit by bit. In reality his equipment was re-organising itself. His sinking balls moved safely within his crotch, free from harm or injury while still maintaining their primary function. His cock however did not shrink as though he had felt, but the opposite.

Slipping down into its protective slit, his modest cock began to grow, the mushroom shaped tip of its head slicking into a tapered point as its length continued to grow within him.

"Judging by the look on your face you just got your own orca cock like me," the orca said with a lewd grin.

Lockland shivered, feeling flustered and strange as his face pressed outwards until his "beak" had finally finished forming. During this particular change his nose had begun to meld with his face proper, shrinking into his new facial structure until he sported two new slit-like nostrils that flared as he took in air for the first time with his changed anatomy.

"You might want to get out of those things if you have any attachment to them. The fin and tail are the last things to come and they aren't very "clothes friendly"," the orca warned with a lusty lick of his lips.

Lockland felt as the two particular points the orca had mentioned suddenly began to throb. Pressure soon began building, his flesh pressing outwards as it began to take on further strange features. Looking down at the webbing in his hands and down towards his changed feet he felt some degree of hesitancy disrobing in front of the orca that had forced this upon him.

Attempting to blush, even underneath his new rubbery skin, he slowly pulled his ragged shirt from his body. Tossing the filthy cloth aside he soon slid down his trousers and kicked them next to his shirt, leaving him exposed with his rapidly changing body in full-view of the orca.

"Not bad," the orca said as he slowly appraised the changing human.

Lockland looked down at himself in shock. It was the first time he had managed to see his legs and the changes they had undergone. But what drew his attention the most however was his lack of exposed member and the void that had now replaced it.

It was then that the harsh reality of what had happened to him had finally hit.

His heart raced, his mind telling him this was WRONG. He shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that this was all but a fevered dream he had been having.

But when he finally opened his eyes and caught the glimpse of the orca and his own semi-exposed member the realisation hit him once again.

He was still a man...and his cock hadn't disappeared...just moved.

Lockland took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down as he began to take in all the new sensations that his changed body had brought.

With his changed hand he slowly reached down and found his new slit; probing its folds until he could feel a familiar warm stirring from deep inside.

Slowly the pointed tip of his changed cock began to poke against his hand, peaking from its hidden folds and getting its first taste of fresh air.

Lockland looked down curiously at his strange new member as it started to grow erect. It kept with it a strange curve like the orcas, with a similar pointed tip, but his was much thicker than the orcas. And with the rate it was growing, much bigger as well.

"I...nnngh..." Lockland grunted, suddenly struck with a slight pain as his tailbone began to extend.

Slowly, a black mass of rubbery flesh protruded from Lockland's tailbone. That mass then began to stretch outwards from above his ass in a thick tube-like shape that only slimmed in size as its length neared the floor. His new tail stopped its growth before it could hit the ground however, but then two wide fins began to spread out from the sides.

Letting out a gasp, the final changes finally hit Lockland as the black and white skin rushed up his neck and quickly enveloped his face. What remained of his hair fell out almost instantly, turning his scalp completely black. The skin then began to form more intricate patterns around Lockland's face and jawline. The white skin that had dominated most of the front of his body had continued its movement upwards, covering the front of his neck while the black skin had taken over the back. The same skin then covered his entire lower jaw, giving a clear line of separation between the two pigments at his lips. The black skin then quickly overtook the upper part of his face, but just as it had reached his upper lip, two white splotches broke from the rest of the colour at his temples. It was then, that deep within his skull that his bone structure started to change, starting with his normal human teeth sharpening into fine points while his tongue gained the strength, length and flexibility to be utilised without harming himself.

A few more joints then popped themselves into place, Lockland's body adapting to its new form and weight until the warm sensation that had filled him throughout the process finally began to fade.

Lockland grit his teeth for one final push as the last smaller pieces settled into place until he finally felt as if he had stopped growing. At least for now.

Blinking his eyes, flexing his new tail and taking in the pieces that he hadn't taken stock of yet, Lockland took in the sight of his strange new body.

For now, where once stood a ragged and sunburnt human with wounds and lashes covering his body, now stood a healthy hybrid of orca and man at 6 feet tall.

Lockland curiously examined himself, looking himself over from head to toe and trying his best to gain control of his new tail. As he took in his new size and anatomy he also noticed that he seemed almost as fit as he had been when he was human, back before he had been captured that is.

He may have some reservations and objections about all of this, but some part of him was at least glad that he wasn't a sickly-looking stick of a man anymore.

Still, he paled in comparison to the other orcas powerful build and muscle definition.

Letting out a soft hum he used his tongue to feel the inside of his mouth, remarking in the pointed tips of his new teeth before sticking his tongue out playfully.

"See? Not so bad is it?" the other orca said with a soft smile.

Lockland sighed in response and closed his eyes, pondering just what he should say next. Part of him contemplated telling off the orca while the other wanted to thank him for helping him back to health. He had lost his humanity after all, but he had never felt better after boarding this cursed ship.

"I suppose..." Lockland finally responded.

The other orca let out a soft chuckle as he adjusted his legs, his member having gotten hard once again from his own enjoyment from watching the boy change.

"Now then, I'm sure you have probably realised that now, those pirates now have two prizes to sell. The way I see it is, we need to turn this ship around and sail for more friendly waters before we end up as the catch of the day." The orca said with a sense of confidence.

Lockland rose an eyebrow as he looked at the orca.

"How do we go about doing that?" Lockland questioned.

"Oh I have a thought..." The orca said with a toothy grin.

Lockland let out a sigh. Regret for his actions was quickly beginning to set in. But along with that regret came with it the realisation that, given his new appearance, he was in the same boat as the orca now. It would probably be better to throw in his lot with the other orca rather than take a chance at trying to parlay with pirates.

"Fine, if you have a plan I'm listening. But before we end up as some nobleman's trophy or supper I might as well at least know your name." Lockland asked.

"Fair enough, my name is Lucky." The other orca responded with a friendly smile.

"Lucky...You seem like anything but." Lockland said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Well ide shake your hand and ask for yours, but as you can see..."

Lucky then made a show of rattling his chains before looking up at Lockland with a coy smile.

"My name is Lockland, now what is this plan?" The newly made orca asked with a degree of sarcasm.

Lucky nodded before he took a deep breath. He then proceeded to shout and scream loudly, shaking his chains and making as much noise as he possibly could.

Lockland was taken aback by the sudden outburst and quickly intervened.

"What are you doing?!? They'll hear us!!" Lockland shouted over Lucky's loud clamour.

"That's the idea...now grab that bucket and hide to the side of the door. Go on my signal." Lucky explained, going back to shouting and rustling his chains for a few more moments until the heavy sound of footfalls began to echo from the other side of the door.

"What's going on in there maggot?!? Did the beast finally take a bite out of you?" shouted a crew mate from behind the door.

Lockland furrowed his brow, then suddenly realised just what Lucky had in mind. He glanced around the room for his bucket, but when he caught sight of a half-rotted timber that had been discarded inside he had come up with his own plan.

As the pirate banged on the door and demanded an answer he quickly grabbed the wooden plank and stepped out of sight of the door.

The pirate made a few more attempts at trying to get someone to respond before the two orcas could hear the rustle of keys, followed by the click of the lock.

The door then slowly started to creek open.

"Boy, captain says even if you're missing a leg you still better do your work. That beast is worth more than your worthless hide, and if we have to saw off a mangled limb...well then don't think we will be losing any sleep over it." Came a cruel voice from beyond the door.

Slowly the door opened wider, the pirate showing obvious hesitancy about being in the same room with the supposed "sea monster". But it would seem that the man feared the wrath of the captain even more than that.

Lucky quickly played dead, slumping back and closing his eyes. Once the door had completely opened and the pirate had stepped inside Lockland slammed it right behind him.

"Blast! Cap!----"

*THWACK!*

Catching only a glimpse of the other orca before the timber came down the brute went down like a sack of potatoes and landed right at Lucky's feet. Lockland held tight to his weapon as he waited for the man to respond, but after a few experimental pokes it became clear that the man was out cold.

"Good god...I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that..." Lockland said with a satisfied sigh, tossing the plank aside and leaning down to grab the key ring from the pirate's waist.

Keys in hand, he quickly got to work freeing his fellow captive. It took a few moments to select the right key, but when he found the right one it fit into the lock perfectly. The heavy iron lock let out a satisfying click as it was unlocked, allowing the iron cuff to pop off Lucky's hands effortlessly.

Lucky slowly then got up onto his feet. It soon became clear that the other orca not only surpassed in him muscle mass, but in height as well as he towered over him at least 7 foot 3. The large orca had to lean down slightly to avoid striking one of the lower hanging beams with his head, but once he managed to find a comfortable spot he began rubbing his wrists. The cuffs had worn against his rubbery skin significantly from all his struggling, but he seemed glad to have them off as he rubbed the spot where they had once been.

Lucky then let out a satisfied sigh before he started to stretch for what must have felt like the first time in ages for him.

"Much better..." Lucky said with a grunt.

Lockland felt some sense of accomplishment for achieving one of his personal fantasies that he had had from the moment he had first stepped foot onto this ship, but he knew that there were more pressing matters.

"Well that's all well and good...but how are we supposed to overtake a pirate ship with twenty men?" Lockland asked before he looked down at their captive.

"Or should I say nineteen?" he corrected.

"Oh that's easy," Lucky said as he continued stretching for a few moments before pointing down at their unconscious captive.

"We bring them over to our side."

Lockland paused before he let out a scoff.

"What, and make them orcas too? I've kept my wits now that you changed me. How is making them like us supposed to make them work for us?" he questioned.

Lucky grinned in response.

"Remember how I told you about strange "additions" I had? Well now you have them too, and I'm going to show you one. Now, get hard." Lucky said as he pointed at Lockland slightly exposed member.

"How's that supposed to-"

Lucky didn't let Lockland finish that sentence as he rushed forward and kissed him. The other orcas long tongue quickly invaded his new mouth, while a free hand reached down to grab his exposed member.

Something stirred in Lockland, something primal. His semi quickly began to grow erect until it reached well past his old member's length until it even began to push past his chest and threated to brush against his chin.

Lucky broke the kiss and looked down at Lockland. The orca let out a low whistle as he looked down at Lockland's fully grown member against his own.

"Damn kid, you got the extra package." Lucky said with a lusty smile as he compared sizes with the new orca.

Lockland paused, looking down at his member in disbelief. Taking one hand he experimentally rubbed it against his new rubbery flesh. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, the sensation magnified almost ten-fold over his old member. This was a cock that no normal man could ever take, and it would take no effort at all for him to wrap both hands around it. But he still had to wonder what the other orca meant by "additions".

"Now then, this part is something you only really should use in emergencies...or unless someone asks. It's addictive and powerful, but you don't want to turn into some sex-crazed monster." Lucky said with a hint of concern.

"What are you talking about?" Lockland said as his attention was drawn from his cock back to the orca.

"Code: Aquarius" Lucky said sternly.

To both orcas, it felt as if they had both been hit with a jolt of electricity. Lockland's cock started drooling precum at an un-natural rate and he began to feel an odd mixture of hunger and arousal growing in his abdomen.

Lucky seemed in a similar state as well, his own cock leaking pre like a faucet while his eyes were semi-glazed in a lust fuelled haze. Lucky then turned down to look at their human captive, licking his lips in anticipation for what was to come next.

"Your new, so I'll let you have the first one, but I call dibs on the next." Lucky said lustily.

Lockland let out a moan as he felt another shock through his system. A strange, alien stream of information started filling his brain and a warm tingling sensation started building from within his internal balls. Instructions, methods, plans and warnings began playing in his head. It all happened in a moment, but in that moment he realized just what he needed to do.

"I see...well I don't know if this will really work. But if it does, I want the captain." Lockland said with a smirk, grabbing his cock and flicking the tip of his member with his finger.

Lucky smiled and nodded before he reached down and pulled the unconscious man from the floor.

The unwashed pirate let out a groan as he was pulled to his feet. His eyes fluttered for a moment, but after a blow like that he wouldn't come to his senses for quite some time.

This made him a perfect test drive for the newly made orca Lucky thought to himself as he grabbed hold of the pirates ratty shirt and leaned his head forward.

Lockland was quick to meet the pirates head as he pointed right at the man's face. As the pirate drew close a strange thing then began to happen to Lockland's member. Slowly, the tip of his cock began to widen, stretching further and further until it made an opening large enough to fit the man's entire head. Not wanting to let the other orca have any chance to hesitate, Lucky was then quick to shove the man's face into Lockland's cock. This excited a moan from the new orca, his body shivering from the pleasure as his member eagerly enveloped the pirates face.

Like some sort of hungry, fleshy tube, Lockland's cock enveloped the man's head in a matter of moments. The rational part of Lockland was dumbstruck from the strange sight and the sensation of something entering his cock. But that side of his brain was being drowned out by the strange and primal pleasure he had felt from doing it. With every inch of the man that entered his strange shaft he felt another shiver of pleasure. As more of him was enveloped in the walls of his cock the sensation only grew stronger, exciting a moan from his lips as the man slid inside clothes and all.

During all of this Lucky kept the man steady as he slowly fed the man into Lockland's hungry cock. The other orca seemed to show some hint of jealousy and hunger from watching the spectacle but he managed to grit his teeth and suppresse a moan.

He would need to let the new convert get his chance to learn before he would have his turn.

As Lockland's cock made its way towards the man's torso, Lucky slowly lifted him up, giving Lockland's cock an easier angle to consume the pirate. It would have seemed that whatever it was that gave Lockland his new strange ability was quite adaptive. As the pirate sunk further into his cock; the walls of his member stretched to accommodate the growing bulk and mass.

Soon the entire man's torso had disappeared into Lockland's member, leaving his legs dangling out and shifting the weight from the man to Lockland's own mass. With little help needed now Lucky stepped away and took hold of his own cock, stroking himself lazily as gravity did the rest of the work.

The pirates legs quickly slid inside after that, and finally with a satisfying slurp the man's boots were swallowed.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck...." Lockland groaned, grabbing hold of his oversized member as he felt the man slide down the walls of his cock.

As the man began to slip into Lockland's main body his abdomen began to swell with the man's growing bulk. As more and more slipped inside Lockland was stretched even further until he had no choice but to come to his knees, his entire body swelling with the growing bulk.

As the last bit of the man sank inside, Lockland felt as the man entered his internal anatomy and was placed in what he could only imagine were his balls. His internal seed sacks swelled in response, straining from the un-natural pressure and filling Lockland with the need to spill his seed.

But along with this need came a more peculiar desire to shove him back down his cock do it all over again...

As the pirate fully entered his internal balls Lockland felt a warm tingling sensation fill his expanded sacks. The urge to cum only grew from then on, making his cock leak a practical river of precum but denying him the feeling of release.

Unbeknownst to him though, deep within Lockland a strange transformation began to undergo on the pirate trapped within. From the outside, Lockland's abdomen slowly began to shrink, while on the inside something much more complex was happening.

Matter and mass was being re-configured and re-distributed. The pirates body twitched and writhed under the strange changes he was undergoing but there was naught he could do about it. Soon then the results of his body "leaching" from his prisoner began to show themselves on Lockland. A warm and prickling sensation soon filled his arms as they were being grown by a strange energy. Muscles began to tense and relax, borrowed mass and muscle fibre being transferred from prisoner to captive as Lockland's chest began to swell.

Lucky continued to watch with lust filled interest as he watched as the pirate within the new orca shrank, while Lockland began to grow. Before he had been knocked out cold Lucky saw this man as a brute, with thick arms likely gained from heavy lifting and hard work but not much else. He licked his lips in sinister glee as he knew full well that in a matter of moments that mass would be robbed from him and he would be placed into a new form.

Like a balloon being steadily filled with air, Lockland's arms expanded with strength and power, his muscles stretching and growing as what little fat clung to his arms began to fill out with thick, powerful muscle.

But that was all it seemed that he could gain from the pirate. Fat and other tissues would be useless to him now and would be better suited for what was happening to his body next.

Lockland let out a low moan he felt as he felt the dam that was holding his balls back began to break. Whatever remained inside was slowly making its way back up his shaft, its bulk slowing the flow of his seed as it poured from his cock. The experience was a mix of pleasure and agony for the changed orca. With the feeling of cumming mixed with that resistance of letting loose building the pressure like a clogged pipe. It was like experiencing the high point of an orgasm just before he could reach it...drawn out for much longer than he could have ever imagined.

Soon whatever was inside his balls then began moving from within and down his cock. Lockland clenched his teeth from the strange pleasure of his cock swelling to an un-natural size once more.

A long lump emerged from his crotch, a little thicker than a small keg and at least over two feet long. It quickly travelled up from his crotch and up towards the tip of his cock. During its entire trip, it squirmed and writhed as it fought its way up towards its only path of escape. The sensation of his member being filled with something so ALIVE filled Lockland's cock with an even stranger shivering pleasure that threatened to knock him out cold. But the pleasure was short lived, the being inside quickly reaching the tip of his yawning member.

The pre leaking from his member soon turned into thick white seed, finally lessening the pressure on the orca's balls. But whatever was stuck inside still remained firmly lodged and the reservoir of cum in his balls was building. Lockland had to grit his teeth as he took hold of his cock and mentally willed himself to let loose and get whatever was stuck inside OUT.

His cock seemed to respond to his mental command and a surge of seed erupted from his balls, gushing from behind the blockage and giving it just the push it needed to remove it.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUU-- "But Lockland's cry was interrupted with a loud bellow that sounded like nothing human as he let loose a blast of cum the size of a cannonball.

*SPLAT! *

Whatever it was that blocked his cock fell to the ground across the room in a pool of seed. But that was only the first volley as the orca's member was finally free to let loose its entire payload.

Like a wild cannon, he fired off volley after volley of his seed. The white seed coated the back wall and forced Lucky to step aside as Lockland's eyes rolled back, the relief forcing his body onto auto piolet as he let everything loose.

With every burst, the orcas cock began to shrink back to a more manageable size. Shrinking further until it finally stopped at a small stream of cum that oozed from his cock's still impressive length.

Gasping for breath, Lockland's body was still in a near-numb state after such a powerful orgasm. It took him nearly a full minute until he was finally able to open his eyes and see what had looked like an explosion of seed that had gone off in the corner of the brig.

Lucky whistled in admiration as he took some of the seed from the wall with his index finger, licking it slowly and savouring the taste. The two then suddenly took notice of the small blob that sat in the middle of the blast zone, its form squirming and writhing as it struggled to free itself from its thick cocoon.

Suddenly then, the figure managed to break free and made it onto its feet. What remained of Lockland's seed slowly began to slide off the creature's skin, revealing slick brown fur underneath that revealed a flexible and small body. The creature then opened its eyes, blinking them a few times before its square wet nose started to twitch. The creature then reached up with a clawed paw and brushed at its whiskers before it finally turned around to face its maker.

All that remained of the pirate, a towering murderous bruiser, was now a two-foot-tall hybrid of a man and an otter.

"Master!" it cried out in a slightly high-pitched squeak.

The strange otter creature rushed forward with its arms outstretched directly towards Lockland before it wrapped its arms around his leg.

Lockland paused, shrugging his shoulders before cracking a smile.

"I can't believe that actually worked..." he muttered to himself before he leaned down and placed a hand on the otter creatures head and tussled its fur.

The otter chirped happily in response and nuzzled its nose against Lockland's smooth leg.

"Yea, I don't know why it's always otters though. Probably because they are much smaller and easier to control. But we can figure that out later. I want a turn," Lucky said with a lick of his lips before gripping hold of his cock.

Lockland nodded and gave the otter a reassuring pat before gently prying him from his leg. The otter seemed hesitant to let go, but eventually loosened his grip and stepped back a few paces.

"Now, you know this place and these brutes a lot better than I do, and we are going to need to take this slowly and quietly." Lucky continued, stepping towards the door and opening it just wide enough for him to take a peak outside.

Lockland let out a soft hum and thought to himself for a moment.

"Most of the crew should be down in the galley right about now. Give it another hour and the first watch will start while the rest of the crew will be in the bunks." Lockland finally stated before he started pacing back and forth across the room.

"They keep a few men awake for the night watch and to man the helm. If we can take out the two patrols and the watchman in the crow's nest we can take the helm." Lockland continued.

"Thought this through a bit eh?" Lucky said with a coy smile as he slowly closed the door behind him.

Lockland scoffed before he turned to face the other orca.

"When you are trapped on a boat by a pack of pirates who use you as a whipping boy you start planning ways of...disposing of them to keep your sanity." Lockland said with a smile.

"Ohhh...scary..." Lucky said with a chuckle.

The otter was then rubbing up against Lockland's leg once again.

"Master...can we play till then? Please?" The otter said in a highly pitched tone, looking up at Lockland with a pleading stare.

"We do have some time to kill...plus I can show you some other stuff to do with these guys." Lucky said, rubbing his cock tauntingly.

The otter than turned to face Lucky, its thick tail pounding the ground in excitement before turning back towards Lockland.

Lockland felt his cock stir again before he smiled a toothy grin

"Sounds like fun."

The sun was just about to set completely like it had done so many times during Alexander's vigil from high atop the crow's nest. The sky was awash with the colours of red and orange with the faint vestiges of purple as the light slowly faded from the world. He let out a sigh, thinking back to the same view he had seen back on his previous ship. Back when he was a lawful man, working an honest pay on an army vessel.

But then he quickly reminded himself that it was his penchant for gambling his pay away that got him on this ship of thieves and murderers.

Thankfully his eyes were still sharp, he mostly kept to himself high above their rancid smell and foul presence. With a small cot and chair he only really needed to go below for meals and to fetch a drink. It allowed him to focus on his work most days, but he was still a man, sometimes he would take a little "break" to relive himself.

"Nnngh...." Alexander muttered to himself as he slowly worked his meat, rubbing his cock with a steady rhythm.

After the incident with that creature falling from the sky he hadn't seen another ship for miles. The captain had ordered no further raids until they arrived in Jamaica but that didn't mean he didn't get to rest. They obviously didn't want to risk the creature being captured or killed by an enemy. Everyone knew that whatever the captain had in mind for the beast would lead to a big payout. Alexander didn't bother to question; some shore leave was something he was looking forward to.

Alexander's mind played back all the different times he had spent at shore sense joining this crew. Being in the company of pirates meant that none would judge him for taking some time with the whores and the dice. The army however was much more prude.

Turning his mind to more pleasant thoughts he thought back to one girl he had bedded back when he was last in Kingston. Letting out a soft moan, his cock surged as he shot out another spurt of precum, lubricating his tired hands for another few moments until he could finally let loose.

But suddenly, a strange noise broke through the normal sounds of the sea from below on the deck. Sounded like a small tussle, a bucket falling followed by a muffled shout.

"Drunken louts...probably settling some disagreement with their fists." He thought to himself as he turned his attention back to his cock.

Focused more on his own pleasure he just kept working his shaft, feeling his blood boil and his balls churn. He made a note to look for that girl again once he made shore. She had a mouth that would make a holy man moan.

The muffled sounding struggle continued for a few moments, finished off with what sounded like a timber bring brought down onto some poor fool's head .

"At least that will keep them quiet for a bit. I should check on them once I finish up."

The watchman let out another moan, playing the events of his last encounter with the woman in his head as his ears were filled with the familiar sounds of the wind and the sea.

He could remember her soft, curvaceous body, long flowing hair and ruby red lips. The memory of the things they had done throughout the night filled his mind and he shut his eyes, letting out another moan as he pawed for the rag that he had left in the corner.

Grabbing hold of the stained rag he quickly shoved his cock inside, letting one final gasp as he shot his load, his body flexing and twitching as he fired a few shots into the soiled cloth.

The watchman let out a relived sigh, basking in the afterglow for a few moments, looking up at the sky as the starts started to appear one by one.

"Fuck..." He muttered to himself with a smile.

But then, he heard something strange, the sound of ropes straining and feet striking the mast as someone climbed up to his post. A strange clicking sound soon followed along with a brief chirping noise as whatever it was below him made its way up.

The watchman flinched and leapt up, not even bothering to pull up his pants as he spun around in place.

"Who goes there? I'm trying to work you..."

The watchman froze.

A black hand grabbed a hold of the rim of the crow's nest and the figure below pulled itself up. With his back facing the setting sun the watchman got a full view of the creature as the creature he had seen floating from the wreckage pulled itself up to his level!

He had seen the orca creature from a distance, but now that he was up close he could see he was MUCH larger in person. His thick muscles bunched up under its thick rubbery skin, two twin pectorals looking like thick slabs of timber and arms as thick and powerful as a mast.

And speaking of masts...

As the creature pulled itself up from below it casually sat down on the rim of the crow's nest, giving the watchman a full view of its massive alien cock.

"Beast! How did you get out!?!" The watchman cried out before his mouth was suddenly covered by a pair of small furry arms.

Two other hands then quickly came from behind, grabbing hold of his arms and pinning them to his back with surprising strength. A second figure then slowly pulled itself up to the crow's nest, this time looking not like the strange sea creature, but smaller and fuzzier, with a wet nose and long whiskers.

"An otter?" He thought to himself as he struggled against the other two that kept him pinned.

The orca creature let out a cruel chuckle as he stepped into the nest and grabbed hold of his cock, pointing it directly at him.

"Time for you to join my crew." The creature said in perfect English as the tip of his member began to slowly open. Down in the galley the Cook scowled at the massive pile of filthy dishes along with the rubbish that had built up on and around the tables.

"Where's that damn whelp..." He muttered to himself, securing his knives and checking on the liquor cabinet to ensure that no one had tried to sneak a bottle while his back was turned.

After finishing his own tasks he grunted, his rounded frame brushing against the tables as he worked his way towards the stairs.

"Captain be damned, I don't care if he has to wash the creature, that boy has dishes to do..." He muttered to himself, his heavy footsteps causing the planks to creek under his heavy weight.

Slowly he made his way up, sucking in his gut as he made his way up through the door and out onto the deck.

Suddenly, an amused clicking sound came from behind him.

The cook froze, slowly turning around to check the source of the noise only to see something he did not expect.

Sitting on a barrel right behind the opening in the deck sat the strange creature they had pulled from the sea not too long ago. The very same beast opted they carve up.

"...Well, I don't know how you got out of your cage beast. But I don't think the captain will be cross if I serve him your arm for tomorrows breakfast." The cook said with a cruel smirk.

The orca then seemed to...smile at him? And let out another series of clicking sounds. The cook however was unfazed and quickly brandished a knife that he always kept at his side.

Suddenly though, a flash of fur darted in front of his face. He felt something touch his hand and he suddenly lost the grip on his blade. Turning his thick and flabby neck he looked down to see his hand empty.

The cook's heart seized in fear as he turned further to see a small furry creature as it turned around, holding his knife and smiling a childish grin.

"I did good master?" it said in a high-pitched voice.

The orca responded with another series of clicks, stepping off from the barrel and slowly approaching the cook.

The cook hesitated for a moment, this creature was not only taller than him, but his entire body was PACKED with muscle. Every step he took seemed to showcase his powerful build, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful legs. Between his legs also stood out what could only be the beasts cock, pointed and slicked with an alien point that gave the cook a clear idea of just what the creature wanted to do with him.

"Stay back beast! I'm warning you!" the cook shouted, trying to raise his voice as high as he could in some attempt to rouse the rest of the crew.

Suddenly though, a small clamour of clawed feet striking the floor began to ring out.

One by one, more of the furry creatures began coming out of the woodwork, some with clean looking fur, while others seemed to be covered in a thick white goo. There were some that had dark fur while others were as white as snow. Some had even stolen some clothing from somewhere on the ship, something they must have used to identify themselves from the crowd.

Soon the entire deck was full of the beasts, all of them surrounding the orca protectively while looking at the cook with a strange lusty smile.

Suddenly then, another figure fell from above with a thud.

It was ANOTHER creature! Just as built as the other and with a cock that was even larger than the first!

The first orca turned to his partner and let out a series of clicks followed by a soft bellow.

The other orca smirked and nodded.

"He was too busy jerking off to see anything." He responded.

The first orca's eyes glinted in acknowledgement and nodded his head..

The cook however stood there in utter confusion. Why could the other creature talk while the other only spoke like some strange beast? And where had this talking orca come from and why did his voice sound so familiar?

Soon then, four more of the furry creatures climbed down from atop the mast, one of them seeming to be freshly covered in the thick goo that covered some of the others.

The cook shivered with fear, he stepped back, only to see even more creatures behind him. He turned his head back to the orcas as they seemed to strike up a conversation.

The first orca seemed to ask something, but of course he couldn't make any sense of it.

"Nine, but I want to save room for the Captain." The second responded, grabbing hold of his cock and pointing it to his mouth, sticking out his tongue and giving it a long lick.

The first responded with another flurry of clicks before he turned his attention back to the cook, stepping forward and grabbing hold of his own member. The creatures cock then slowly began to grow, the tip slowly widening and yawning like a hungry maw.

What he once thought the beast had in mind for him suddenly became MUCH worse for the cook.

"Y...You'll never take me!" The cook exclaimed before he made a break for the starboard side of the vessel.

He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know the beast had gotten out or what he had done to the crew. But he would rather take his chances on the open sea rather than being caught by those creatures.

As he had done many times before, he used his size to his advantage and bowled over the initial crowd of furry creatures, rushing towards one of the lifeboats as his flabby chest jostled with every movement.

But then, the crowd of otters suddenly parted, revealing two that stood in wait with a length of rope running between them.

The cook tried to stop and turn, but the creatures rushed forward, tangling his legs and making him fall to the deck with a heavy thud.

Stars flashed in his eyes for a moment, the world spinning as he was slowly turned around to face the orca once more, only to see the mouth of his cock had spread wide enough to swallow a small cow!

Or him....

Captain George Reeves tossed and turned in his bed. Although that was not the name he was truly known by. Reeves was his God-given name yes, but after a life of piracy and countless throats cut Saberslit just seemed so much more appropriate.

Nestled in his cabin, littered with bottles of whisky and various trinkets he had taken from his many raids across the Gulf he couldn't seem to find any rest. Even with his feather pillow and soft mattress he had pillaged from a supply ship many years ago he just couldn't manage to fall asleep.

His mind then thought back to the time when they had hit the supply ship heading for the colonies. Some of the crew had requested a bed of their own rather than sleep in one of their many soiled hammocks. But such thoughts of luxury were quickly stamped out and he commanded that they be sold for more loot and booze. Still, he kept one for his own private quarters. He was the captain after all, he was entitled to the finer things in life while his crew would just have to contend with their squalor.

Suddenly there was a loud booming sound outside, followed by a short yell that was suddenly cut short.

"Damn louts..." He muttered to himself, facing away from his door and tempering his rage.

Those fools would fight, then cook would come up from below to break it up. It was something that happened so often that he just tried to tune it out, unless it was a particularly nasty brawl and he felt the need to get involved.

Either way, someone would be thrown overboard or thrown into the brig. One less person to split the loot with.

George then thought back to the creature he had locked up below. He might have to remind the cook to keep any of the drunken fools out of there. Damaged products were much harder to sell, and gods knew that if one of them actually killed the beast there would be hell to pay.

Still, his mind turned to happier thoughts. If all went as planned he would get a fair share of gold from one of the sugar barons in Kingston. Noble types always loved their "trophies". Hunting creatures from around the world to hang on their walls or keep stuffed in their dens. It didn't matter to him, more money meant more liquor and a better ship. A better ship meant more plunder and a stronger crew. If he played his cards right he may even be able to start on his own fleet before long.

George smiled and adjusted himself once more, finally feeling himself begin to drift off as he started to relax.

*WHAM!*

George's eyes opened wide and he growled as he propped himself back up. Whomever had decided to try and rose him would soon regret it...

"What?!?" He shouted, looking towards the door.

Outside the door it was pitch back, but the light from his torches and candles gave some idea of the outline of whomever had decided to disturb him.

The figure did not respond, standing there speechless.

George Sabreslit growled again and lept off his bed, reaching for his well-used whip that he always kept at hand.

"Spit it out maggot! If you woke me up for nothing, you'll earn twelve lashes!" Sabreslit said as he unfurled his whip, letting it drag to the ground.

The figure in the door frame chuckled mockingly.

"That's not my name...Captain" he responded mockingly.

Sabreslit paused and the grip on his whip tightened. The voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place the owner.

"Have ye come here to waste my time? The lash it is!" He cried out as he stormed forward.

Suddenly, two small figures crawled from between the figures legs and dashed into the cabin. Probably just some large rats. He quickly prepared to make a crack at them to scare them off before they got too close.

Raising his arm up high he brought the whip down, the tip just barely missing one of the furry creatures. The two beasts however were startled by the sound at least and scampered off to the sides, hiding from George in some corner of his cabin.

"What, you thought to bring rats into my cabin to frighten me? It's going to take a lot more than that to break me!" George shouted as he pulled his whip back, winding up for another strike.

The figure in the door then finally took a step forward, bringing himself into the light.

George froze, taking the sight of his prized captive, running loose on his ship!

But he seemed somewhat...different. And he had never spoken before.

Back when they first landed the beast had been sure to make notes of the patterns and markings on the beast's flesh along with its height and estimated weight when he first saw it. This one was much bigger than before, with thick arms and powerful legs and a strange snake-like member jutting from its crotch that brushed against its broad chest. The creature had also only bellowed and moaned like a beached whale, limping pathetically as they dragged it onto the ship. This creature however stood with purpose, and his bright green eyes flared with intelligence...and anger. Whatever this beast was, it was not the same creature he had locked below in the brig.

It wouldn't matter though, if there were two of these creatures running around that meant twice the pay!

"Beast! Get back below before I carve you up for the sharks!"

George then reached for the pistol he kept at his bedside table...

Only to find it gone...

A soft chuckle came from the orca before him as he stepped closer. The two furry creatures that had rushed in then came out of the shadows, both on their hind legs, one holding his pistol while another held his sword.

George scowled and tightened the grip on his whip. The beasts may have taken his weapons, but the lash would be all he needed to choke the life out of them.

The creature took another step, and George stepped back, raising his whip.

"Stay back!" He cried out before he gave his wrist a flick, sending the lash directly for the orca.

The creature seemed unfazed and merely lashed out with his own hand, grabbing the length of rope before it could strike with his bare hand.

George felt his blood go cold and he instinctively pulled back on the rope. The creature however held tight, and pulled back, Pulling HIM along with it!

"You are going to pay, for every lash, for every death, and for every indignity you made me suffer!" The orca cried out as he used his superior strength to pull the captain closer and closer.

Sabreslit tried to yank the whip back, but the creature was too strong! His eyes darted around the room, looking for something or anything he could fight back with!

Suddenly then, he saw the harpoon he had kept as a trophy when he had overtaken that whaleling vessel several years back.

George kept his ground for a few moments, letting the creature think he had him until he got just within grabbing distance of the weapon. Once he had gotten a few inches away he swiftly let go of the lash, causing the orca to stagger for a moment while he took the opportunity to make a grab for the spear.

His thick, calloused hands wrapped around the wooden shaft of the spear and he attempted to pick it up from its spot on the wall...

Only to realise that he had forgotten that he had had it bolted to the wall!

The creatures thick figure was soon behind him, grabbing hold of his shoulder and spinning him around before his fist met his cheek.

George Sabreslit staggered, the burning pain of his jaw aching though his entire skull. He attempted to raise his own fist to meet the creatures punch, but before he could act, the beasts head came rushing straight for his own.

He saw stars, the world spinning around as the pain shook his skill like someone had taken a mallet to his face. He felt his eyes begin to droop, consciousness fading for a moment before suddenly the creature grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, pulling him face to face with the monster, its green eyes glaring at him in barely contained fury.

"Time you got your due for all you have done...Captain..." The orca growled.

In his addled state, George could only barely understand the orca's words, but when his eyes met his...

"...Whelp?" he managed to stammer out before suddenly he felt two small hands wrap around his legs.

Sabreslit looked down to see the two creatures from earlier slowly lifting his legs, before suddenly felt a warm, tingling sensation begin to envelop them.

The orca grinned, its eyes glazing over in lust as his cock quickly began working its way up the man's legs.

Sabreslit tried to squirm, but that only seemed to please the orca. Slowly his body was lowered down into the beasts enlarged cock, his legs having been completely consumed while the flesh of his member began work on his torso.

George regained his senses just in time to look down, the creature was barely holding onto him anymore as half his body was being shoved into the creatures cock!

"Let me go! Let me go you demon!" He cried out as he started thrashing.

The orca responded with a low bellow, his balls churning in excitement within him as his member nearly consumed the man's entire body.

Soon the flesh made its way to his chest and George made the attempt to try and pry the creatures unholy flesh off of him. But as his hands touched the rim of the member the flesh pulled back, causing his arms to slip inside before it closed down on him like a vice!

George let out another shout, the member working its way up his neck.

"I'll get you for this! I'll!-"

But then, with a satisfying slurp, the Pirate Captain George Sabreslit's head disappeared into the orca's member.

From within the creatures cock, George continued his struggle. All around him was darkness, but he felt himself being coated in a slippery, musky smelling fluid. With his arms pinned and his legs being slowly lowered into what felt like a warm pool he couldn't think of any way of escaping. He tried lashing out with his teeth, attempting to bite and scratch at the inside of the beasts cock, but the walls of its member would just move right out of his reach before working him further and further down the creatures shaft.

Soon he could feel his lower body immersed in a warm, gooey fluid. The air in the shaft was quickly running out as well and he could feel himself fading. Soon his torso was to join with the rest of his body, and with a flash of white fluid everything suddenly went dark.

Sabreslit felt like he was going to drown, he lashed out within his fluid filled prison before he suddenly felt a warm sensation wash over him.

Then suddenly it felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Every part of his body shivered and he quickly lost all control of his body, making him prone and motionless while the walls of his fleshy prison closed in around him.

He still managed to keep control of his mouth however, holding onto what little air he had left as the desperate part of his mind began to pray for someone to come and save him. But after the fight and his struggle his lungs could only take so much, and soon he let out a gasp, letting the warm fluid fill his entire body.

And that's what triggered his changes.

Like a thousand tiny hands, his clothing was dissolved and turned into more fluid that filled his prison. Those hands then began seeping into his skin, reaching into his very essence until they found what they were looking for.

At the smallest level possible, Cells, DNA and even Atoms where being adjusted and changed. His form began to shrink at a steady rate, lessening the pressure on his tight prison as he went from six feet tall to two feet in a matter of seconds. What remained of his scraggly beard and hair was then quickly liquefied, converted into a nutrient slurry that would be necessary for the next stage of his change.

Soon, small hairs began to sprout across his body, filling every inch of his tanned flesh with slick, waterproof fibres. His posture was then adjusted, fitting his new structure to his new form as he was granted newfound flexibility and endurance. His face was next to change as his face pushed forward, his nose turning dark and wet while a series of whiskers began to sprout.

Finally, a thick, long tail began to sprout from his backside, covered with the same dark fur that covered the rest of his body.

As the final few pieces began to set in, George's changed eyes suddenly shot open, his mind being drained and filled with new and old knowledge alike as his entire mind was being re-written.

He was a servant, a faithful aid to his new orca masters and he would do anything he could to make them happy. His best reward would be a taste of the master's seed, or even to be filled by the powerful orca's massive cock. If he was REALLY good he could go back into the pools, the massive balls the master kept hidden from the world where he could be warm and safe, melting down into more seed for the master to use until he needed him once more.

He would do anything to please him, he knew that he had been a bad man before but the master had made him good! He was excited! His tail spinning in excitement as he really wanted to thank his master for giving him such a great new life!

Just then, as if on que he felt a tugging pulling him back the way he had came. He chittered in excitement as he suddenly began to breath in the masters seed as if it were air. Part of him didn't want to leave, but the master needed him. He needed to help his master!

Swimming back towards the way he had entered he was soon surrounded by the masters flesh, the warm throbbing of his heartbeat relaxing him as he worked his way up the shaft. He could hear the master moaning from outside as he moved up higher and higher until the tip of his cock began to open and let in some light.

The newly made otter smiled as he was pushed higher and higher, breaching the very tip of his masters member until finally, with one final push he was shoved out of the orcas cock, falling to the ground with a splat!

Behind him, the orca let out a gasp of pleasure before he smiled to himself, watching the writhing pile of cum as it slowly got up just like he had seen with the rest of the crew.

Slowly the otter got up, the cum sticking to his body slowly sliding to the floor as he took in the sights of the room. Part of him knew this place, it was once his, he was a bad man who hurt people. But it was the masters now.

He then remembered.

Quickly the tiny otter jumped and spun around, his claws clicking the floor of the ship as he faced the orca.

"Master! Thank you master!" The otter cried out as he rushed for his maker.

The orca chuckled and reached down to pat the otter on the head as he clung onto his leg like an excited child.

"Looks like I'm the captain now."

Lockland looked around the captain's cabin along with the massive mess he had made all over the desk. He recalled the few brief memories he had of the inside of this room, but he had never seen the luxury the captain kept in the back of the room.

He had remembered when the crew had become particularly irritable when they had a "shortage" of rum. Back here he had a full cabinet, filled with bottles of expensive looking brands with gold and silver cups. Another corner was filled with a pile of other treasures that would have set up any normal man with a comfortable life for ages.

"So, all finished?" Came a voice from the door frame.

Lockland turned to see the other orca, looking even larger than before and sporting a slight belly.

"Yea, that should be all of them now." Lockland responded.

Lucky nodded and smiled, stepping into the cabin before he placed an arm on Lockland's shoulder.

"Feel better now?" He asked.

Lockland smirked and looked down at the small otter at his feet, who looked up at him in admiration.

"I think this is a fitting punishment, but I think he still has a lot of work to do to make up for what he has done," Lockland said with a smile as he reached down to pat the otter once again.

Lucky patted Lockland on the back before turning his back.

"I'm sure you will sort it out soon...now...do you think the Captian kept track of where he found me?" Lucky asked as he looked around the room curiously.

The otter at Lockland's feet let out a chirp and dashed over to the other orca.

"Over here sir! On the table! The bad man wrote it down and kept it there so he could fish up whatever fell!" The otter said with an excited squeak.

Lucky nodded and gave the otter a pat on the head before turning to the table.

Only to see it completely covered in Lockland's seed.

Lucky turned and glared at Lockland, who smiled a sheepish grin ad he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Whoops..."

Lucky groaned and tried picking through the soaked pages of the maps and charts, but it soon became obvious that there was very little that he could salvage as the seed began turning the pages to mush.

"Great...I got some seafaring knowledge from the crew, but I can't make anything out of these maps." Lucky said with a sigh before turning to the small otter.

"I remember where it was! And I can navigate! I'm really good at it! I promise sir!" The otter said, its tail tumping against the deck in excitement.

Lucky then looked over to Lockland, who only shrugged in response.

"Well then, let's set sail then!"

Another clear and sunny day rained down on them as the sails of the pirate ship were filled once more as the deck was filled with activity. But instead of the humans that once manned it, it was filled with a swarm of small otters.

The small creatures still managed to remember their tasks well enough at least, working on maintaining and keeping the ship running as the vessel skimmed across the water. The only problem however would be when a little "playful" wrestling would devolve into two of the creatures fucking on deck.

And when one of them started, the rest were soon to follow.

Lockland looked out from the helm as the otter that had once been the captain held the wheel in his tiny paws. Smiling with a cheerful grin as he kept the course for the crash site while occasionally chirping an order to one of his rowdy crew to break it up and save the "fun" for later.

Down below the deck however was a different story. Those who weren't working above were downstairs either cleaning, or adding to the growing pools of seed that were flooding the lower deck. One particular otter, one that sported a slight gut to him tried to maintain order, but he would mostly be shoved into a corner while two others would please his cock and his ass. Keeping him quiet while the others enjoyed themselves.

"So, once we find the ship I'm likely going to need parts to fix it. Is there somewhere we can work with metal on this planet?"

Lockland turned to see Lucky holding a book in his hand, peering into their pages as he tried to learn as much about this world as he could on the off chance he was stranded for a long time.

"For the last time, yes. We have foundries and hammers. We aren't as primitive as you keep saying." Lockland responded with an exasperated sigh.

Lucky smiled back at Lockland as he approached him, rubbing their two bare chests together and stirring both of their groins as the two orcas felt the pleasant buzz of their rubbery flesh rubbing together.

"You couldn't even imagine the advancements we have made out there. I mean you guys don't even have Wi-Fi yet! How do you survive?" Lucky said mockingly before giving Lockland a peck on the cheek.

Lockland laughed in response and pushed away slightly.

"I still don't know what you are talking about when you mention this "internet" or "fusion reactors" but if we want to learn something, we turn to books or find those who specialise in the subject." Lockland responded.

Lucky let out a dramatic sigh, but Lockland had quickly learned that this was the orcas style of the humour as he shot him a grin right after.

"Well it might be difficult, but I do admit this ship does have its own rustic charm. Plus, I like being able to go for a swim whenever I want and not having to worry about being "decent" in front of other orcas." Lucky said as he lewdly reached down and grabbed hold of his semi-hard cock.

"There are others?" Lockland questioned, his own member starting to peak from its hiding place as the thought of encounters with other creatures started to stir his libido.

"Plenty stud, and plenty more would like a taste of what your packing downstairs." Lucky said with a smile, reaching down to grope at the other orca's member, exciting more of the flesh from within.

"I can't wait..." Lockland responded with a lusty moan as his cock continued emerge from its hiding spot.

Lucky smiled, spinning his finger in the air as his own erect member jutted proudly from his own slit, throbbing with the beat of his powerful heart as the two of them begun one of their favourite activities to pass the time.

With only their furry servants on deck, modesty and decency were thrown to the wind as Lockland turned around, brushing his long-finned tail against Lucky's legs playfully. He then leaned forward and grabbed hold of the wooden railing that ran along the raised platform of the helm and raised his tail out of the way, giving Lucky a clear view of his puckered hole.

The other orca grinned in appreciation, slowly lowering himself to his knees and grabbing both cheeks of Lockland's firm butt with his hands. Lucky wasted no time after this, roughly pushing his face into the two firm clothes and lathering Lockland's hole with his long and flexible tongue.

Lockland moaned, his tail raising high and stiff while his own cock jutted through the railing and pointed out onto the deck.

The otter that had once been the Captain of the ship bit its lip briefly, trying to hold on to the previous command the master had given him to steer the ship. But with the master and his mate rubbing and playing with each other so close to him it was getting hard to focus. His near-permanent erection that he sported from his fuzzy sheathe throbbed with need and the grip his tiny hands had on the wheel was starting to tighten.

But then, a pair of lips suddenly found their way onto the otter's cock and he let out a satisfied chirp of approval.

Looking down the ex-captain smiled as one of his crew had climbed up onto the makeshift ladder they had constructed for him and decided to take care of his growing need. The other otters small, but skilful tongue played with the pointed tip of his new member, exciting another series of excited chirps from the orcas second-in command.

Sounds of moaning, both from the orcas and the otters soon started to ring out from the helm to across the deck. The otters that had once been manning their stations quickly took notice and took it as their chance to have some fun of their own.

From above and below, otters of all shapes and sizes scampered to the deck below the helm. Pairs and trios soon began forming, furry body's rubbing against one another while the deck started to erupt into a full-blown orgy!

Back at the helm, Lucky made quick work of lubing Lockland's hole for his own member. The powerful and stocky orca took a gentle grip on his member as he brought himself back up to his feet and began probing the other orcas hole. Lockland shivered from the stimulation, his cock dripping pre-like a leaky faucet and dripping down onto the deck below. What otters that had been within range greedily drank every drop they could catch in their tiny maws.

"Fuuuck...." Lockland moaned.

Lucky smirked, reaching down and gently gripping onto Lockland's side as he slowly slid his member into Lockland. The other orca let out a gasp at the invasion, but soon relaxed, letting his tail rest on Lucky's shoulder. Sliding another inch inside and gaining a proper footing Lucky let go of his own cock and placed his hand on Lockland's other side, gripping him gently as he started to thrust his hips.

The two orcas began to moan as Lucky started to build a steady rhythm and probe Lockland's insides with his thick, flexible member. The bottom orca let out a moan as the slick flesh of Lucky's cock began to poke at his prostate, sending shivers down his spine and even more pre-leaking from his massive cock.

"Fuck...I can't believe...fuck..." Lockland tried to spout out, but with his mind too clouded by lust he wouldn't be forming any coherent sentences anytime soon.

"Yea, but it's great, isn't it?" Lucky said, letting out a grunt as he gave his partner another powerful thrust.

Lockland let out another moan and nodded, his grip tightening on the railing as he rode the waves of pleasure that came with every thrust the orca gave him.

Back below on the deck, the otter's own fun was already in full swing. Chitters and chirps rang out from the steadily growing pile as more otters were lured from below deck and joined in. Many had chosen to follow their masters example and found the closest object that they could bend over while another otter worked their hole with their tongue or cock. Others however had decided to form their own sixty-nine, the two otters sucking each other off while their tails slapped against the floor of the deck excitedly.

The ex-captain and his "helper" had decided to take their own unique spin on their master's position as the Captain held tight onto the wheel of the ship, trying to keep the vessel steady as a larger otter gripped onto his tail and pounded his hole relentlessly.

The ship soon became filled with the sounds of sex and moaning along with the occasional chip of an otter as they were pleased by their fellow crewmates. Lucky and Lockland took all these sights in and smiled at the spectacle as Lucky hilted himself fully inside of Lockland.

"Shit...I can't believe that this is happening. A few days ago, I never would have imagined such a sight in my life." Lockland said as he gathered his senses for a moment.

A quick flex of Lucky's cock within him however brought him back down into a lustful stupor.

"We are going to catch crap for it later, but we might as well enjoy it while we can. Plus, we can always "hide" the evidence". Lucky said as he leaned forward and nibbed at Lockland's neck.

Lockland moaned and thrust his hips back, catching Lucky off guard and making the larger orca moan.

"Someone sounds hungry..." Lucky said with a sinister coo.

Lockland nodded his head furiously, pushing himself forward before pulling himself back, eager to get back to the pounding he was receiving.

Lucky smiled and reached down to grab Lockland's cock. Even the big orca had trouble wrapping his hand around the shaft, but he could still feel the familiar alien-like stirring in Lockland's cock. The flesh began to writhe and grow as it had done so many times when they had taken over the ship. Having never spoken the command phrase they were still ready and able to take on more "crew" but they had promised to restrain themselves once they made landfall.

That rule however did not apply to their already existing crew.

Like a long, strange snake Lockland's cock grew and reached down to the lower deck. The tip of his member seemed to poke around curiously, searching for something to satisfy its owners strange craving. But the hunt was not long as two otters took notice of their masters growing member and immediately jumped to the cause.

"Oh Master! Please let me!" One cried out

"No no! Let me!" the other argued as the two began eagerly rubbing against the orca's strange flesh.

The cock however did not seem to care, probing until it found the closest target and began to open its "mouth"

The first otter smiled and his tail slapped against the ground in excitement as the cock drew closer. The second seemed somewhat disappointed, but he was soon approached by another otter. The other otter took hold of the un-lucky otter's cock and began jerking him off slowly as they watched the masters cock take one of their own back into the pools they had been borne.

The chosen otter smiled and leaned forward, letting the mouth of the orca's cock consume his head in one swift movement. He was impatient however, stepping forward and shoving himself into the orca's hungry cock until only his legs remained on the outside.

Back at the helm, Lockland moaned as he felt his cock being invaded by such an eager servant. He could feel the otter as it squirmed and writhed in his member, trying its best to please its master in the best way it knew it could. Lockland felt a sense of pride that he had such devoted servants after being one himself for so long, but that pride was quickly being drowned out by the pleasure shooting through his cock.

As the last of the otter was consumed Lockland's cock began to recede. The lump that was the otters body trailing along with the orca's cock as it slunk back down to a manageable size. Quickly and almost effortlessly the otters body slid down the length of the shaft, slinking back into the orca's body as it had done before. Back when he was still human that is.

From within the "pools" within Lockland the otter smiled and squirmed in the warm fluid, suddenly feeling very sleepy as it shut its eyes and let itself be rocked to sleep by the warm sloshing of the master's seed.

Lockland could feel as the mass within his body began to shrink down once again, but the pressure within his balls only grew.

"Fuck...I'm not gonna be much longer..." Lockland moaned, his cock having returned to its normal size but now leaking thick drops of pure cum.

"Guess he isn't going to get to enjoy that nap then..." Lucky said as he grit his teeth, feeling his own end approaching as his cock was massaged by Lockland's tight hole.

The two orcas started to bring up the pace from there, both wanting to end this session with a "bang" while all their servants watched.

Back below the otters seemed to sense their master's urgency, many otters spilling their own loads into their partners or across each others body's. The ex-captain and his own mate had also not much longer, the larger otter having already filled the smaller one holding the wheel.

Lockland and Lucky felt their inner balls churn, their seed was reaching a breaking point and they wouldn't be able to contain it anymore. Lucky was the first to lose control, letting out a loud bellow as his cock throbbed within Lockland. The insides of the smaller orca were soon filled with a thick deluge of Lucky's seed, building up until it was forced to leak from his hole while Lucky remained inside.

The ex-captain let out a chirp as he eventually managed to reach his own orgasm, his small cock firing off a few smaller salvos that struck the wheel that he had been gripping and adding on to the steadily growing piles of cum that were beginning to fill the deck.

Lockland however, after consuming one of the otters, had a much bigger blast in store.

As it had been so many times before, Lockland road the waves of a building orgasm as the otter that had been dissolved into his seed began to re-form inside of his cock. As the otter's body was shaped and formed, he could feel its tiny arms rubbing the inside of his member and causing a building resistance to his final load. Once the seed had finally re-formed the otter back to his previous state however the last break in the damn of his seed had formed.

Letting out a moan that rocked the entire ship to its core, Lockland's cock erupted with a massive ball of seed that landed directly into the pile of otters below. That ball was soon followed by another thick shot of cum, followed by another and another that rained down onto the otter orgy.

The otters rejoiced in being showered in their master's seed, opening their maws wide to swallow the musky fluid while some rubbed it against their own furry bodies and prepared for another round with their mates.

Lockland felt drained as the flow began to slow, he could just barely register the sight of the otter emerging from the first blast along with the sensation of Lucky removing his cock from his hole. As the seed that he had been filled with started to drip down his legs he could only let out a content sigh as he felt the urge to fall asleep.

Lucky however was still full of energy and gently picked up the other orca and turned him to face him.

Lockland smiled goofily as his cock began to slip back into his body, but not before letting out one last squirt of cum before it disappeared completely.

"They are going to have a hell of a time getting that out of the floor boards you know." Lucky said coyly before giving Lockland a peck on the cheek.

"We can always get a new ship..." Lockland said with a dazed tone.

"Oh, and how do you suppose we do that while we fix mine?" Lucky said with a curious expression.

"Well...this is a pirate's ship." Lockland said with a smirk of his own, leaning forward and letting Lucky hold him in his arms.

Lucky let out a slow hum as he mulled over the idea in his head.

"I suppose we will need currency on this planet...but I don't intend on killing or selling slaves like the barbarians that kept us captive did." Lucky said sternly.

"Good pirates don't kill unless they have to...and we have a much better way of dealing with people anyway." Lockland muttered

Lucky let out a sigh and shrugged. The orca then re-adjusted Lockland and slowly began leading him back towards the captain's cabin, all while humming a small tune he had learned from one of the pirates.

"Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho A pirate's life for me..."