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The ship was gently pitching to and fro on the southern seas, the cerulean body of water rippling and glistening under the setting sun, slowly giving it a purplish hue. Nanashi, who'd been unsettled by that constant motion of the ocean when he first came on board all those months ago, was now standing firm on his feet, hands resting on the stick of the mop he was using to clean the wooden deck, gazing upon the horizon.

Cleaning the deck was one of the many menial tasks the dog was supposed to take care of when he wasn't busy doing something else, but it would've been preposterous to imagine he was the only one in charge of that tedious work on such a large ship. He was far from alone on the bridge, and sailors of all shapes and forms were busying themselves around him, carrying ropes and barrels, hoisting the sails, and basically doing what needed to be done before nightfall. A vast majority of them were rats, which wasn't surprising, considering the captain was a rat himself, but some of the officers weren't, and it was oddly comforting not being the only dog in a crew of rats.

With so many males around, he couldn't really ignore the lingering, or even outright lustful gazes he was drawing with his half-naked form exposed for all to see, his loincloth not leaving much to the imagination, only covering his privates and leaving his rump bare. Even in the evening, the weather was still hot, and with his shaggy fur, he didn't need much clothing at all, which explained his choice of outfit. To be fair, all the males on board were going around shirtless lately, but not many were showing as much fur as he was, and the weather was not the main reason why he was so scantily clad...

The slender, young dog was quite the sight on the bridge of a pirate ship full of hardened sea dogs, and one would've wondered what such a cute little thing was doing in a place where he apparently didn't belong. It was obvious the spaniel took care of his appearance, and his thick chocolate fur was mostly clean and glossy. His long floppy ears softened his features and made him look cute whether he wanted it or not, and a thick bushy tail was swaying behind him.

He was the ship's boy, personally invited by the captain himself to take care of a very important duty: keeping the morale up. Indeed, the rat had been tired of the ambient discontent whenever they went at sea for weeks at a time, and the constant squabbling that arose when thirty males in their prime couldn't find a way to unwind after a long day of work. Sure, rum and ale were a good way to do that, but even through their alcohol-induced stupor, they couldn't ignore some of their other, more carnal needs. That's where Nanashi came into play, and even if that crowd was a bit cruder and rowdier than what he was used to, he was mostly enjoying his new job. Sure, some of the sailors complained that he was lacking certain "parts" for the job, but they kept quiet not to be ostracized and they didn't stop the rest of the crew from having their fun.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the steps behind him and was almost knocked off his feet when a strong, massive arm wrapped around his shoulders, almost feeling like he'd shrunk a couple of inches to accommodate the blunt force threatening to drive him through the wooden deck. There was no mistaking this brute force, and he knew who it was before the other male even started speaking.

"Hey pup. Daydreamin' on the job?" The voice was gruff and deep, and the sailor it belonged to was none other than Sirus, the ship's carpenter. The german shepherd was one of the biggest and strongest males on board, and it was definitely someone you didn't want to anger if you didn't want to spend the rest of your life eating through a straw.

With the other dog being so close to him, Nanashi's nose twitched as the spicy musk of a sweaty male assaulted his nose. Of course, he was used to the smell of a crew of hardworking sailors by now, but the current weather did make that familiar aroma a bit harder to bear. The pirates weren't exactly a dirty bunch, but they weren't really clean either. They washed, but with limited water supplies, they had to settle for cursory ablutions in the morning and the evening, and after a few weeks at sea, they all could've used a good bath. Given the nature of his duties, it was a smell he couldn't avoid, and he'd learnt to deal with it.

"Oy, pup, you listenin' to me?" Sirus said, apparently not really in the mood to be patient, snapping his fingers in front of Nanashi's face.

The dog was used to being called "pup". Most of the rats in the crew found "Nanashi" to be quite the mouthful, and thought it was too big of a name for such a small dog, so they usually called him pup, or dog, or even mutt... But he'd also been given a few more unsavory names, especially when rum was flowing aplenty... Not that it really made a difference anyway. He'd been called all that and worse over the years, and had learnt not to let it get to him. No matter what they said, they were a friendly bunch, and never meant to hurt him.

"Sorry, I zoned out," he said meekly. "What do you want, Sirus?" he asked, not using the teasing, suggestive tone he used with most of the sailors, knowing full well that the shepherd was one of the few males on the ship who wasn't interested in his body.

"The captain wants to see you in his cabin, immediately," Sirus said, not wasting any time beating around the bush, not looking overly enthusiastic about his role as a messenger.

Nanashi's ears perked up as much as they could, and he looked at the other dog, who was now holding his hand out, palm up. "Gimme that, I'll put it away for you. You know the captain doesn't like to wait, and he didn't look in a good mood."

The brown dog thanked Sirus, leaving him to deal with the mop and bucket he'd been using to clean the deck, and he started making his way toward the back end of the ship, wondering what the captain wanted with him, besides the obvious. After all, being summoned by the captain was either a good, or a bad thing, depending on his mood, and according to Sirus, the rat wasn't having a good day.

Walking down the bridge, he was still drawing a lot of attention from the males who were almost done with their workday and couldn't say no to some eye candy, some of them whistling and winking at him, and others rubbing their crotches suggestively with a hungry expression. He was used to those lewd displays of virility, and he couldn't really blame the sailors since he was the one parading his naked rump around for all to see.

For the second time that day, he was taken by surprise as someone grabbed him from behind, one strong, calloused hand around his throat, and the other one grabbing his barely hidden bulge forcefully.

"Where are ya goin' so fast, dog? You tryin' to avoid us?" said a hoarse voice in his ear, the smell of stale ale and rat sweat making him wrinkle his nose as a strong body pressed against his own, coarse fur against his thick pelt. He could definitely feel a hot bulge grinding between his cheeks, the male apparently raring to go after a long day of work.

"I was just... Hrrnnnfff!" he barely managed to open his muzzle to answer before two fingers made their way past his lips, spreading the taste of rat sweat, grime and sea salt on his tongue. He started suckling reflexively, knees shaking from being manhandled so shamelessly in front of so many males.

"Mmmmmyeah, at least y'know yer place, dog. Why dontcha make your way downstairs and get ready for me n' my buddies?" the rat said, now openly groping the dog, making him whimper as that rough hand sent sparks of pleasure through his body, his sheath plumping up already. He was supposed to obey any order given by the crew, but in that case, he couldn't really stay and play, and he definitely couldn't make his way to the sailors' living quarters since he was supposed to meet with the captain.

Giving those fingers one last suckle, struggling not to hump the teasing hand, he gently but firmly pulled away from the rat's embrace, speaking fast when he saw the outraged look in the pirate's eyes. "The captain wants to see me immediately. You surely wouldn't want to be held responsible for making me late, right?" he said with a firm voice, looking the rat in the eyes. He could see the anger in the sailor's eyes turn into understanding, and the rat took a couple of steps back, shrugging.

"Why did ya not say that sooner?" the rat said. "Y'know our captain don't like waitin', and ya still stopped to play with me. What a slutty mutt," he added, looking down at the dog's loincloth, grinning when he noticed his touches had brought the intended reaction, Nanashi's slowly forming erection tenting the flimsy fabric already.

Nanashi started to blush when he realized what the male was looking at, and that he was indeed hardening from the short encounter. "I... I have to go. I'll see you all later," he said, turning his back and walking away to hide his arousal, feeling the fur of his back bristling from all the rats leering at him, shouting as he made his way toward the door.

"That's it, mutt, go give our capn' what he wants!"

"We'll play with what's left of you when he's done!"

The voices of the crew and their raucous laughter followed him all the way to the captain's cabin, only being somewhat muffled by the wooden walls once he was safely inside, slowly dying out as he closed the door behind him and looking up to see the captain sitting at his desk.

The rat was quite the fine male and definitely stood out, even on a ship where most of the pirates were rats. All the parts that weren't covered in fur, like his ears, his paws and his tail, were milky white, a distinctive characteristic due to a genetic disorder called albinism. This rare condition made him an outcast, but out there on the seas, he was valued for what he was, not what he looked like. His fur itself was dark, with a bluish sheen, offering a stark contrast with his white skin.

He was currently looking down at a nautical chart, a ruler in one hand and a pair of compasses in the other, grumbling to himself, pulling the candle closer to let its flickering light shine on the paper. A mug of ale, still half-full, was sitting on the table next to him, untouched. Oddly enough, another mug full of frothy liquid was set in front of the other chair facing the desk, showing that Dust had been waiting for him to show up.

"You're late, Chocolate," the rat said without even looking up, giving a curt nod toward the empty chair, waiting for the dog to sit.

Dust had been using that nickname for years, ever since they met, and he was the only one on the ship calling him that. They'd known each other for a while now, and were quite close... or at least as close as a pirate captain and a ship's boy could be.

Nanashi was the only one on board who knew that the pirate known as Dust had been a noble, at some point in his life, but nowadays, one would be hard-pressed finding anything noble-like about his appearance and behavior. The rat wasn't wearing much, like the rest of his crew, only a pair of loose-fitting pants and his weather-worn tricorn. His chest was bare, and droplets of sweat were glistening in the candlelight.

The rat didn't look pleased, and it was obvious he had a lot on his mind, but Nanashi knew better than to ask what was going on, not wanting to be the target of the captain's ire. After a few awkward seconds of the dog squirming on his chair and not saying anything, the other male finally looked up, frowning when he saw the dog sitting there.

"I'm glad you're here. I was feeling lonely in my cabin while you boys are having fun out there," he said, tapping his claws against the wooden desk, the clicking sound echoing through the empty room, putting emphasis on the word "fun" as his gaze was drawn between Nanashi's legs, his burgeoning erection still noticeable under his loincloth.

"I didn't..." The dog barely opened his muzzle before the rat raised a finger, stopping him in his tracks, forcing him to close it, gulping when he saw the rat's expression.

"Don't worry, that's what you're here for, after all, but I didn't think that you were going to enjoy it to the point of forgetting your duties to your captain," he added, not even acknowledging Nanashi's attempt to say something.

He shot the dog a predatory grin and grabbed his mug, motioning to the dog to grab his own. "Now that you're here, perhaps we can put this regrettable incident behind us and spend some time together," he said, before bringing his mug to his lips, taking a few gulps of ale, putting the glass down on the desk, looking at the dog with his piercing gaze. "Drink."

Nanashi slowly brought his mug to his lips, but as he was about to take a sip, his nose twitched and his eyes widened as he looked at the liquid in his mug with renewed attention. There was no mistaking this acrid smell, especially on a ship full of rats. The frothy, amber liquid he'd assumed was beer was something else entirely, something that came from the captain himself, the rat probably having filled that mug just before he walked through the door, judging by the warmth he could feel against his palm.

"What's wrong, Chocolate? I'm sharing my own personal stock with you. The fact that it already went through me once shouldn't make a difference. When your captain offers you a drink, you drink," he said, his voice calm, but his blazing yellow eyes firmly planted into the dog's own, daring him to disobey.

Wrinkling his nose in distaste, the dog brought the mug to his lips once more, feeling the heat and smell reach his upper lip almost as if the liquid had been steaming, making him stop once more, if only for a few seconds, before he couldn't delay any longer. Parting his lips, he let the liquid run down his tongue, the strong taste and smell of rat urine overpowering his senses. It was acrid and bitter, and Dust drinking nothing but ale all day long didn't make the taste any easier to bear. His cheeks were burning red as he started gulping, feeling the foul liquid make its way down his throat and into his stomach, the rat watching him intently with a knowing grin.

After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, the spaniel was almost done, a few stray drops of piss trickling down from his parted lips and staining the fur of his chest, marking him with the powerful olfactory mark of the pirate captain. He set the mug on the table, feeling a little queasy and thoroughly humiliated, his stomach feeling full even if he only downed one mugful of the stuff.

He looked up at the rat, blushing, noticing the large grin the rodent was sporting. "It isn't funny, Dust."

"Au contraire. I thought it was quite the great sight. And you can drop the act, I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did, even if you don't wanna admit it," he said, pointing at Nanashi's crotch, the dog's hard dick tenting his loincloth, a wet spot darkening the fabric.

The dog blushed even harder from that, looking down, not really able to prove the rat wrong when his clothing made it so hard to hide his arousal. Of course, they both knew the dog enjoyed being used and humiliated for the crew's enjoyment, even if Nanashi never really put it in so many words, trying to cling to what dignity he had left even if he was fucked daily by a slew of horny pirates like a back-alley whore.

When Dust stood up, and Nanashi noticed the hard to miss bulge in his pants, it became obvious that the pirate had been enjoying watching him debasing himself, and was now ready for more, circling the dog before standing behind him, making him tense up on his chair as he didn't dare looking behind him.

With the rat standing so close, even if he wasn't in front of him, Nanashi could definitely smell him. Like most males on the ship, his musk was overwhelmingly masculine, made all the stronger by the hot weather and the lack of proper bathing. It was a smell he knew well, but the potency of it still made him dizzy, his delicate canine nose a bit too sensitive to handle such an onslaught, but it was also strangely intoxicating, making his arousal all the stronger.

"Stand up, mutt. I'm gonna show you what else you can do for me now that you're here," the rat said in a hoarse whisper, his warm breath tickling the dog's ear.

As soon as the spaniel stood up, the rat kicked the chair aside, and he was upon him before the dog knew it, chest pressing against his back, crotch grinding against his rump. A strong arm wrapped tightly around his chest, and he could feel the rat sniffing his neck in a primal fashion, like a predator with his prey, sending a shiver down his spine. Dust started nibbling his neck, making him stiffen, a throaty moan escaping his muzzle when those teeth were replaced by the male's warm tongue.

"You taste of salt, boy. Maybe we'll make a good pirate out of you after all," Dust said, licking and nibbling anew, sending sparks of heated pleasure down Nanashi's body.

The rat's other hand made his way between the spaniel's legs, gripping the dog's malehood firmly through the fabric, teasing the tip with a finger and feeling the damp spot there, before tearing the loincloth apart, the shreds of his only piece of clothing falling to the floor, leaving Nanashi naked and very much erect.

"Already hard for me, huh, puppy?" Dust said, the dog seeing the rat's smirk in his mind as clearly as if the captain had been standing right in front of him. He didn't have time to answer before the other male started teasing him again, the touch making him twitch and shutting him up as effectively as a hand clamped around his muzzle. He could do nothing but pant as those nimble fingers made their way up his length, his dick flexing needily, Dust knowing exactly what to do to make his knees shake.

Being perfectly canine in every sense of the term, it didn't take long for the dog to start dripping from the attention he was receiving. Those strong, yet gentle fingers were making their way up and down his sensitive flesh, rubbing around the tapered tip before making their way down to the bulb of flesh where the knot would grow. With the amount of fluids drooling down his shaft, the rat's fingers were soon coated in the sticky stuff, gliding effortlessly up and down his engorged unit, making him pant faster and whine as his pleasure rose.

His arousal was perfectly understandable, as Dust insisted on being the only one on board who could make the dog cum. The spaniel could play with whoever he wanted, and was indeed bound to obey any other crewmember, but whatever they did, Nanashi never ended up releasing, be it by their paw, or his own. If the captain was in the good mood, he could expect getting to cum roughly as often as the rat himself, but when Dust was busy and preoccupied as he'd been lately, cumming ended up becoming a rare privilege, leaving the dog pent up for days on end... And since he was helping the crew getting their rocks off on a daily basis, this lack of relief proved to be quite frustrating, while leaving him more eager to please.

Presently, after days of giving other males what he couldn't have, it wasn't hard for the rat to bring out the best in him, and he was dripping profusely, covering Dust's fingers with his own pent up juices, most of the stuff leaking down his balls to drip on the floor. The soft, teasing fingers soon turned into a loose grip, and the spaniel couldn't help but hump that hand as he already felt quite close, being much more sensitive than usual given the present circumstances.

"Wanna cum, Chocolate? I guess I've been neglecting you, lately. I'm sorry about that," he said with false concern, his hand letting go of that leaking doghood, a frustrated whimper escaping the dog's throat. "Shhhhh. Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you." he added.

Nanashi tensed up when the hand that had been teasing him slowly made his way between his cheeks, those slick fingers pressing and prodding around his tailhole, making it clench reflexively. With more than enough natural lubrication to go around, it didn't take long for that clawed finger to slowly slip in, not encountering much resistance since the spaniel was far from being a virgin.

Slowly and methodically, the rat started pumping his finger in and out steadily, lubing that warm, tight passage, not resisting curling his finger to tease the engorged sweet spot in there, making the spaniel clench and twitch as needy moans echoed through the room. He was sure Nanashi's dick was throbbing and leaking heavily by now, the smell of needy dog igniting his own arousal. Without any warning, he added a second finger in there, which slipped all the way in as easily as the first one. Wiggling his fingers deep in there, his second hand moved to the dog's throat, forcing him to tilt his head back a bit, arching his body, completely vulnerable and at the rat's mercy.

"Beg, and I might give you what you want, slut!" he growled, his hand squeezing around the spaniel's throat, not dangerously so, but certainly more than enough to show who was in charge.

"P-please, Dust. Mnnnffff. I need... I need..." the dog managed to say in-between shaky moans.

"Don't worry, Chocolate, I know what you need," the rat whispered, his fingers slowly slipping out of the dog, leaving him feeling empty for a second as he could feel the pirate fumbling with his belt behind him, shivering in anticipation as he finally heard the characteristic rustling of fabric as Dust's pants fell around his ankles, finally freeing his erection from their stifling confines, allowing the musky smell of a horny rat to waft freely into the air, tickling the spaniel's nose and making him grunt in need.

With the dog being more than ready, the rat didn't waste time pressing his tapered member right between Nanashi's cheeks, teasing the spaniel by sliding his dick between them a few times, grabbing the dog's bushy tail and keeping it out of the way. He was in no mood to wait, though, and after a few humps, he angled his shaft down, poking against that already lubed ring of muscle, shoving the first couple of inches inside on the first thrust, making the dog gasp and clench hard, the rat groaning from the added pressure and adding some lubrication of his own into the mix.

He shoved Nanashi forward, forcing him to stick his chest against the desk, with the spaniel's rump high and ready for a thorough breeding. He let go of the dog's tail and grabbed his hips tightly, getting ready for a nice, hard fuck.

"Hands where I can see them, mutt. Don't want you to think you can play with yourself while I'm breeding ya," he said, enjoying the frustrated whine as the dog slowly placed his hands on the desk, his whole body shaking in need and desperate for what the rat could give. Nanashi was feeling incredibly exposed like that, and he could feel his engorged doghood dangling between his legs, dripping all over the wooden floor.

With the tip of his dick already firmly embedded into the dog's tight passage, Dust only had to thrust forward to feel the velvety tunnel squeeze all over the length of his dick. With Nanashi having spent so much time on board, and considering that he wasn't the biggest male on the ship, he didn't exactly need to be careful, or go slow.

It didn't take long until his whole length was buried into the dog, Nanashi even pushing back against his dick, apparently craving every single inch the rat had to give. He didn't mind that, as he loved having a willing bitch hungry for his dick. After the initial penetration, he enjoyed the wet warmth around his shaft, and the feeling of the dog's balls against his own, before withdrawing agonizingly slow, knowing how empty the dog felt after being hilted the first time, listening the unrestrained moans and whimpers the dog let out.

He was starting to push back in, his twitching rat dick being mostly out in the empty air by that point, when someone knocked on the door, making the two of them freeze. The crew knew full well what they were doing in there, considering they knew the dog had been summoned earlier. Nanashi believed they were going to wait for the intruder to go away, but apparently, Dust had other plans.

"Come in," he said in his regular voice, Nanashi turning his head to look at him for the first time since they'd started fucking, unable to believe what he'd heard, ears folding back, a warm blush spreading on his cheeks as the door opened, and Arsenius, the second in command, made his way inside.

The older, scary-looking rat barely looked at him, before turning to his captain, stiff as a flagpole, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The fact that the other male was trying so hard not to look at the spaniel made the whole thing even more embarrassing, pointedly looking away and making it even more obvious there was indeed something to look at.

The dog wanted to dig a hole and disappear, which was weird, considering everything he'd done on this ship so far, and how many crewmembers watched him doing what he did best before. But this time, it was different. For starters, this sex act had been private from the start. It didn't take place on the bridge, or in the hold with a slew of crewmembers looking at him, saying lewd things and waiting for their turn. It becoming public was a cause for awkwardness, especially when the one witnessing it was one of the few pirates who never made a move on him, and usually tried to act as if he didn't even exist.

Meanwhile, the two rats were conducting their business, but Nanashi could still feel the stiffness of the member in his rump, and the hot stickiness drooling from it and adding to the lubrication already making his hole slick, the mix of fluids dripping down his hole to reach his balls.

"Captain, I just wanted to inform you that a ship has been sighted, but the lookout was unable to identify a flag because of the sunset light. It disappeared before we could identify its course, and it's highly probable we've been seen," Arsenius said, his gruff voice devoid of emotion.

"Hmpf, just what we needed. Didn't expect anyone else but us out there. Assign three more men to guard duty tonight, and see that Nans is ready for a fight if it comes to that," he said in an annoyed voice, his clawed fingers gripping Nanashi's hips tighter.

"Aye, captain," the other rat said, bowing slightly before leaving, closing the door behind him, leaving the two of them in an awkward silence.

"Shame he couldn't join us, huh, Chocolate? You have a perfectly serviceable muzzle, and you're not doing anything with it," Dust said with a sardonic voice. "I'm sure you're drooling, imagining what he's packing down there. Even if he never used you, I'm sure you know what it looks like," he added, snaking a hand between the spaniel's legs, and happy to find that he'd been right: the dog was still hard as rock and leaking precum, the short, embarrassing encounter not having done anything to douse his libido.

Much to his shame, Nanashi had to admit that the awkwardness he'd felt had not been enough to quell his arousal, and his hips twitched when that calloused hand closed around his hard doghood, making it throb needily, the spaniel still very much on edge from all the teasing and fucking.

"We're gonna have to wrap things up, pup. Captains can't spend their days fucking like a certain slutty puppy I know. If what Arsenius says is true, I have stuff to deal with," the rat said, giving a harsh thrust forward, burying himself back into the dog mercilessly, no longer caring about setting a gentle, manageable pace.

The sudden change of pace drew a yip from the dog, and his claws dug into the surface of the table from the abrupt intrusion. Of course, the desk already bore similar marks in multiple places, and these would go just as unnoticed. Nanashi tried to relax, his breath catching in his throat, a bit of pain mixing with the pleasure he'd been feeling as the rat only cared for his own pleasure, and not the spaniel's well-being.

Nanashi didn't have time to gather his wits as the rat wrenched his thick rathood backwards, before ramming forward again in one smooth, solid thrust, the paws wrapped around his hips yanking back, impaling him on the rat's length. The dog yelped and his tongue lolled out, his lust-filled brain sending signals of pleasure through his body.

Dust let out a pleasured moan, loving how the dog was clenching around him, that tight tunnel milking more and more precum out of him, and even if he wanted to drag things on, they no longer had time to take things slow.

The rat hips bucked over and over, in rapid succession, hips slapping against the spaniel's cheeks with each thrust with a lewd sound. Nanashi was drooling on the desk, gripping the far side of it, felling his own untouched length poking against the front of it and leaving sticky streaks of precum all over the wooden panel.

Dust widened his stance, thrusting harder and faster, driving his dick into the dog from base to tip, forcing Nanashi to stand on his toes and lifting him off his feet from some particularly brutal thrusts. The dog could no longer control the noises of pleasure coming out of his muzzle, and the strangled yips whenever he pushed hard against those internal buttons were music to the rat's ears, making him grin predatorily.

Sweat dripped down his body and onto the dog as he started picking up the pace, the whole desk shaking from the intense lovemaking. The dog was now actively pushing back against him, hole clenching rhythmically, the dog's passage gripping him tightly and feeling like a second skin. He groaned, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, which wasn't the point anyway.

His thrusts started becoming more erratic, the rat moaning and panting in utter pleasure. He was slowly reaching his peak, and there was no stopping now, not even to tease the dog some more. His dick was firmly embedded into the dog, and he now barely pulled back a couple of inches at a time before shoving back in.

Nanashi was in heaven and hell at the same time. The sensations coming from the rough fucking were overwhelming, and he was already teetering on the edge of his own orgasm from the thick dick grinding against his prostate. He couldn't take his hands off the desk, though, and he didn't have enough voice left to beg the rat to do it for him. All he could do was push pack and squeeze in the hopes of getting enough stimulation to finally cum.

Dust groaned throatily as he passed the point of no return, not giving any warning before he started pumping ropes of cum into the dog, not stopping his thrusting as he came, filling him up to the brim.

It was all Nanashi needed to go over the edge himself, that warm flood making him gasp, hips jerking forward as his dick throbbed hard, emptying his own load, thick and white due to the time gone without release, in a few powerful spurts all over the front of the desk and the floor of the cabin, joining the fluids already having pooled there. He barely registered his own orgasm, overshadowed as it was by the intense sensations coming from the rodent's frenetic thumping.

Dust could barely move inside the dog anymore, considering how hard he was clenching around him while riding his own orgasm, milking him for all he was worth as he pumped more and more rat cum into his willing bitch, riding the wave of pleasure for as long as he could before it slowly subsided, leaving them both breathless.

The dog was sprawled on the desk, shivering, apparently unable to move after the whole ordeal. The captain gave a few last weak humps, the primal need he'd felt earlier quickly ebbing now that he finally came. After a few seconds, he pulled back unceremoniously, watching his cum ooze out of that closing hole with a smirk, tucking his slimy, half-hard member back into his pants without even bothering wiping it clean. The smell of sex and male musk hung heavy in the air, permeating the small room as a testament to what just happened.

"Tsk, you made quite the mess on my desk and on the floor, Chocolate," he said, looking down to see the state his desk was in, and the mix of fluids on the floor the dog was practically stepping into.

Nanashi was still catching his breath, but he could definitely imagine the kind of mess now covering the floor, considering how much he'd leaked, and how much that pent up load probably added to the mix. He gingerly propped himself up, and stood up on wobbly legs, trying to avoid stepping in the puddle of sexual fluids, his softening dick slowly retreating back into his sheath, making him blush when he realized he'd unloaded without being touched, but not feeling the familiar afterglow he normally did.

Looking up, he could see the mischievous expression in the rat's eyes, and he could tell they were thinking the same thing. "If you can cum like that, I guess there's absolutely no reason for me, you, or anyone else to touch your doggy dick, right? Guess it'll require a longer buildup, but it'll only make you more eager," Dust said matter-of-factly, already having made up his mind.

"Wh-what? But..." Nanashi started saying, before being silenced once more by the rat's piercing yellow gaze. "Yes, captain," he said dejectedly, still feeling needy after his anal orgasm, his release not as satisfying as it usually was, even if he was now fully soft and back into his sheath.

The rat didn't spare him another glance, walking briskly toward the door. "Clean my desk and the floor. I'd ask you to do it with your tongue, but I don't have enough time to enjoy the show, so you can do it however you like," he said, opening the door. "When you're done, you can join the rest of the men. Based on what I've heard earlier, they have plans for you tonight," he added, a hint of a grin in his voice as he left.

Nanashi was left alone, sticky and sweaty, looking at the large puddle of fluids, trying to clench down so he wouldn't add more cum to the mess. He sighed, looking around for a mop or a washcloth, knowing that his evening was far from over, wondering how many rats would require his services before the night was over and he was finally allowed to get some rest...