# Meet Me in the Desert (Patreon Extreme)

Author: huskyhuskyhusky
Tags: Blood, Bunny, Cunnilingus, Death, F/F, Female, Fingering, Gore, Lapin, Lesbian, Masturbation, Patreon, Sex, Shark, Slave, Vore (hard)

An exchange of water for slaves occurs deep within the desert, and the mayor of the hovering town of Seabrith has a particular appetite for beautiful girls.   
  
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  Turbulent was the time of nomadic tribes of the desert. The endless oceans of sand were filled with constantly warring parties to the point that it was the most dangerous place on the planet. Long ago the various super wars that had taken place had caused the collapse of all governments and ecosystems, but the old world technology still survived. Massive floating ships now roamed the plains, skirting huge dunes and rock formations that would otherwise cause them harm.

On the outskirts of the desert near a mountain range that separated the wasteland from the toxic ocean, a collection of ships came together. One was distinctly huge, it hovered above the ground and droned a low hum that vibrated the sand. It was known as Seabrith, well known in that particular area. In the shape of a horseshoe crab, it's domed exterior was fitted with all manner of weaponry and defensive systems, clearly a vessel meant to run others down. Its great hulk of a body was big enough to house the inhabitants of a town, some three thousand people lived within its colossal bulk and every single one of them worked to keep it afloat.

 

In front of the floating town was an armada of far smaller vessels, simple cruisers that were the vultures of the desert, roaming in groups and peddling anything they could find of value. Today they had a very special haul, one that the mayor of Seabrith had taken a very great interest in. Called to this spot, there came a friendly exchange of money and wares.

 

The mayor walked about with a strut of authority on the decks of her ship. All about the outside of the vessel were open decks and walkways that skirted its armored surface. She strode out to the most forward deck that hung out over the desert farther than any other section. It had no railing and was open to the world, which was where many gangplanks of the other cruisers had settled in with several desert pirates coming aboard.

 

The mayor was a sharply dressed tiger shark, her grin showing the sharp rows of teeth that adorned her mouth as she watched the armada's captain gain the deck, a dark furred wolf that returned the expression. “Taury! It's good to see you again!” the captain bellowed and stomped up to the shark. Compared to the newcomer, the mayor of Seabrith was taller by a foot and a little more brawny. She had the disposition that demanded attention, class, and respect. She had her webbed hands folded behind her back, her attire reflective of a person of high class with a flowing, dark red long-coat and undershirt that held firm to her body.

 

“Captain Krisken, it's been a while. Do you no longer need my water?” the mayor asked, holding her grin.

 

“There's no water that tastes better than yours!” the wolf chuckled and stopped a few feet away. He wore no shirt, and his pants were torn at the knees. Weapons and various knives hung from his belt, accenting his eccentric and high energy nature. “We did have to deal with a mutiny though, so there's a few less mouths needing to drink anything as of late.”

 

“Well, glad you came out on top. Mutinies seem to be a common occurrence within your command,” the shark woman stated.

 

“Not much else to do while patrolling the Deep Dunes, I'm afraid. But sometimes we do find some really great things,” he continued with a lick of his lips.

 

“And what have you got for me today?” she asked and tilted her head. With her back straight and head held high she would barely move at all while talking to her acquaintance.

 

“We knocked over a speeder trying to smuggle some wheat to Jon Addle's fleet. We've eaten the wheat, but we thought we could hand the crew over to you. We uh...remember your exotic tastes...” Krisken mumbled and stroked at the wiry fur on his chin.

 

“Check your voice, captain,” Taury growled lowly and gave a quick glance around at any of her crew members that might have been within hearing distance. There weren't.

 

“What I'm meaning to say is...we're awfully thirsty. Knocking over ships is tiring work,” he corrected himself with a half smirk.

 

“How many slaves do you have?” she asked , her voice even and strong.

 

“Thirty one.”

 

“That's quite a few this time,” she remarked.

 

“It was a big speeder,” the wolf clarified.

 

“Fine then. I'll give our standard payment for each: One barrel of water per viable body,” she stated, her words holding the weight of an anvil.

 

“Very good! My crew will be happy that they'll be able to fill their canteens tonight,” the captain said and cleared his throat. He turned back to the nearest of his ships and gave a quick signal with both paws. A horn sounded on the largest cruiser to alert the others, and from there more of the wolf's pirate crew began to move about. From the lower decks of the floating ships came strings of bodies connected by chains and shackles.

 

Three at a time the prisoners were escorted up the gangplanks, a pirate set at the front and back of each group to make sure none of them decided to drop the fifty feet to a sandy death. Taury turned as well and gave a quick signal to one of her nearby crewmen. He rushed over to her side and she whispered the command of thirty one barrels of water be transported over to the pirate fleet upon all of the new slaves coming aboard. She also made a command to get another crewman to keep a tally of all the new slaves, lest they overpay for something not promised.

 

Coming across the nearest gangplank was a person that greatly caught the mayor's eye. A girl that had likely just become an adult, she was healthily built and her form was something that was very desirable. A bust that was plump and hips that flowed perfectly to her thighs. Despite the tattered clothing she wore, there was no mistaking her sexy appeal.

 

“Forwind!” the shark called to her nearby crewman that was pushing barrels of water to be transported back across to the pirate fleet. The orange furred feline snapped to attention. “Take that bunny girl and escort her to my private quarters,” she commanded and pointed a finger to the woman who turned her head up and was staring wide eyed at the mayor.

 

“Please no!” shouted the man that was chained behind her. “Please don't hurt her!”   
  
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