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"Frozen on the High Seas"

Lightning blitzed across the sky like a myriad of ghostly scratches clawing their way through the clouds. The rain was bittersweet in that while it made him smell like a dirty dog, Admiral Ripsnarl still enjoyed the salty air washing over his muzzle as the ship sailed directly into the onslaught of the hurricane force winds, howling in delight as the boat teetered up, then slammed down after every cresting wave. His eyes were wide open and he clutched at the sky as if malevolently trying to control the forces of nature before him. Barely even noticing his first mate running up the ramp, he pulled his thick arm away as the man tried to pull him from the wheel.

"Sir! We can't weather this storm! It's sheer madness!"

The man's voice sounded like a whining child; it irritated the worgen, who felt his fur begin to prickle in agitation as he turned a glowing set of golden eyes to him for a moment, then back toward the front of the ship. Unanswering as the man tried to pull at his arm again. Snarling, he ripped it away. "Leave me be, ya filthy rat!" He snapped. "This... this is a glorious storm! And I'm not gonna miss it!"

"But sir, staying here is suicide."

"Then we die at sea. What greater destiny can we hope for?"

"But... our families. My wife... my childre--" The man's voice was cut off by the sudden strength of a massive claw grabbing at his throat. The snarl of the beastly admiral's breath almost countering the massive winds.

"My family is dead. What've I got to live for? And you? You're nothin' but a scurvy wastrel, you ain't got a family, you're just trying to scuttle away with your own life." He growled and tossed the human to the main deck below. He landed with a thud and slid several feet before coming to a stop just outside the cabin door. "Get inside and leave me or there'll be far worse places for me to put you." Without hesitation, the man scrambled to his feet and stormed clumsily through the door before closing and bolting it behind him. "Pathetic..." Ripsnarl sneered as he returned to the display in the skies before him. "Nothing but fodder, these humans... but this... this a man can live for."

Another flash of lightning filled Ripsnarl's vision; closer than before, much, much closer. It was as if the sky had split just above his head and blurred his eyesight. The shock was enough to unsettle him. "The...bloody hell was that?" He asked himself.

As he looked up, the admiral saw a surprising visual in the sky above, bolts of lightning criss-crossing one another in a brilliant show of patterns and light, the blues crossing with yellows and reds and creating an entirely new type of phenomena he'd never seen before. He placed his hand over his eyes to try and block out some of the light, when he saw a blast of lightning shoot from the heavens and straight at him. With a cry of surprise, Ripsnarl leaped from the railing and dove to the deck below, he landed and rolled. It was the strangest thing he'd ever encountered during a storm; and it wasn't over yet. As he recovered, the lightning seemed to rebound off the ship and head straight back toward him. It whipped around the mast, instantly vaporizing a ring around it and sending it crashing down toward him, narrowly missing him in the process. Suddenly, the lightning was gone, and the sky almost immediately cleared up. Temperatures began to plummet and within seconds, Ripsnarl could see the fog on his breath, his drenched fur now turning to icy bits. Racing to the top of the ramp, he spotted a disturbing sight; a massive patch of land, covered in white hurtling toward the ship. They were riding too fast, it was nearly upon them.

"ALL HANDS! BRACE FOR IMPACT!" He roared so loudly he could feel the deck plates vibrate in response.

The impact was hard and Ripsnarl was unprepared, he attempted to grab a banister, but his claws instantly slipped loose from the ice and he found himself flying through the air, away from his ship. He hit the ground and immediately was overwhelmed by the cold against his wet body, he rolled over and over again; the first few rolls were head-over-heels, then due to a slippery turn, he began to log roll. Faster and faster as his body lost control, and every muscle now ached from the painful slams to the ground he encountered. When the rolling finally subsided, it was due to a thick bank of snow that he sunk into.

At first, Ripsnarl didn't want to leave the bank, it was sealed on all sides, his body heat could keep him warm. But as the moments passed into minutes, he began to worry about suffocation and hypothermia. He wasn't sure which direction he was facing, and somewhat crudely, he stuck out his tongue, letting the spittle hang for a moment, before gravity took it down. At least he was the right side up, and he began to claw his way up toward the surface, it didn't take long before the biting winds greeted his hands and then his face as it emerged from the snow. He let out a deep gasp for air before crawling out and crumbling down at the base of his snow bank.

He dared not shift back now, his human body couldn't handle these temperatures, not to mention that his shirt was riddled with holes and torn to tatters as he shred it off his body and discarded it. There had to be a way out of this; some place to go, but where? The snow had already covered his tracks from falling and he had absolutely no visual of his ship and couldn't even make out what sort of condition it was in from the crash. He folded his arms, jutting his hands into his arm pits as he made his way into the blanketing storm. Typical rain; even monsoons and hurricanes were nothing to him, but to die out here; away from the sea in this frozen wasteland, well...that seemed like a bit of a let down. He had to get out of here, he had to find his ship...after only about fifteen minutes of walking however, his body succumbed to the elements and the worgen felt his entire consciousness slink out of him; the last vision he saw was that of the blinding snow coming up to meet his face.

The sound of a crackling fire stirred Ripsnarl from his unconsciousness, followed by a furious shiver that woke him completely. He could tell from the pasty, sticky feeling on his forehead that he had reverted to his former Gilnean form and had been sweating profusely. He sat upright, wincing at a pain in his lower back as he glanced around the room he found himself in; it was an open room in what appeared to be a large log cabin. High ceilings loomed overhead, but the lighting was minimal. Aside from the glow of the fireplace he was wrapped up in front of, no other lights could be seen past his location as the remainder of the room seemed swallowed up by darkness. A sound alerted him and he turned to face a patch of the blackness. "Who's there?" He asked.

A match flicked in the darkness exactly in the direction Ripsnarl was looking, a large, leonine face stared back at him through the light. "You have keen ears." He remarked. "But a poor taste of fashion for a human travelling in this tundra."

Ripsnarl glared, unsure whether to hate this beast or thank him for saving his life. "I ain't exactly..." He paused, thinking on how to finish that sentence. "...a typical human. How long've I been here?"

"Three days." The lion replied as he carried a candle across, emerging from the darkness to reveal himself. "You had a severe fever from the cold, and until yesterday several nasty lesions from frostbite, it's remarkable that it's healed so quickly." He reached to touch Ripsnarl's bare shoulder, a shocking cold sensation caused him to pull away but the lion grabbed his arm and forced a gel onto the sensitive spot on his shoulder. "It's a healing gel, it won't hurt."

Ripsnarl glared at the beast suspiciously, his eyes soaking in the heavily muscled tone of the lion whose head, hands and feet made him more beastly, but with a very fleshy-looking torso like that of a man. A pair of dark pants was the only thing he wore, and the shapely impressions even those made caused him to stir uncomfortably. "I'm just a fast healer. Name's Ripsnarl; former Admiral of the Gilnean Alliance, currently vagabond, pirate, what-have you."

"I am Leomon." The lion nodded, his eyes widening somewhat. "Quite an impressive introduction you have there, though I'm not sure what half of it means. Though many of your world's customs might seem strange in the Digi-world."

"The Digi...what?"

Leomon chuckled. "Obviously I'm not the only one confused on these events." He handed Ripsnarl a small cup with a steamy liquid inside. "An herbal tea." He said, noticing the man's wary, vacant expression. "It should help you to recover, are you cold?"

Ripsnarl pondered for a moment. "Been a while since I been in my own skin, mate. Guess it's a bit different without a pelt, I'll be fine."

"Very well." Leomon said. "If you need anything more, please call. I will be nearby."

Ripsnarl watched as the lion stood, turned and walked away into the darkness. "Leomon?" He said, watching a pair of white dots turn to face him, the brilliant blue of his eyes shining as he regarded the worgen. "Thanks..." He said.

Leomon nodded and continued on, disappearing into the darkness. Ripsnarl took a sip of the tea; he shuddered, it was damned awful. But it helped to wash away the scratching that had been building in his throat pretty quickly.

Leomon returned about an hour later as Ripsnarl sat quietly before the slowly dying fire, the cold had caused him to curl up even tighter in his chair, the man's eyes were heavy but he wasn't comfortable. Barely feeling the lion laying a paw on his shoulder, he made out "I've made a bed for you if you'd like to rest" before being picked up and practically carried through the lodge. Ripsnarl felt ridiculous, having being kept after by a cat no less. He didn't argue much though; the way his legs felt, there wasn't much he could do to resist. Eventually pushing past the door and entering another room, Leomon carried the man to a small bed and leaned him down onto it. It was only then that Ripsnarl realized he was completely naked under the blanket he wore; he didn't care, he just knew his body needed rest and he tried to lay himself across the bed. No matter how exhausted he was though, the chills suddenly came flooding back and again he was cringing under the blanket, shivering from the chill he'd suffered. He heard the sound of something heavy hit the floor and looked back to see Leomon standing naked behind him sliding into the very same bed. Ripsnarl growled despite the limitations of his human throat and tried to push him away, but Leomon pushed back, insisting on laying next to him.

"You're freezing." Leomon spoke gently, his warm body pressing against Ripsnarl's. "Let my body heat warm you."

The lion was so kind, so genuine. It would have made Ripsnarl gag in disgust if he weren't so weakened. Soon, his muscles began to relax, his body stopped twitching and the silent night settled in around him.

Lightning flooded his mind, he could see the volley of the storm that had come upon him that day. It was intense; blinding, he couldn't look away though. He only stared up into the stormy clouds and watched as they billowed around him. Clouds of fog began to roll in at his feet and soon it began to overwhelm him. Where were they at? Where was his crew? Suddenly, the worgen looked human again as he looked at his weak little human hands. He clenched his fists and watched lightning illuminate them with the shadows of his claws. When he looked up again; he saw the fangs of a worgen swooping in on him: To consume him.

Ripsnarl jerked awake again and realized the warmth was coming from Leomon; whose massive body was pressed hard against him, his arms cocooning the worgen in his muscle. He shifted a bit and realized that the chill had broken, he was actually quite warm now; sweating, even hot against Leomon. He tried to stretch, to move, only to feel his ass slide against something else; something warm, something wet and pressed hard against him. The feeling almost too quickly began having an impact; Ripsnarl felt aroused by this, he'd never felt such an arousal around a male before. This was absurd, a temporary glitch that's all. Maybe a little hint of Stockholm or something, but not... arousal?

The worgen stirring began to stir something else, he felt Leomon's cock grinding against his backside, his muscular arms tightening their grip against his body, which only served to intensify his own erection. He touched himself and winced; he was already so close that he had to take care not to explode, but his grunting must have stirred Leomon as his hands began to wind their way down his body. "St-stop..." He whispered, mostly to himself.

"Do you want me to?" He heard Leomon speak somewhat groggily as though he had just woken up.

Ripsnarl remained silent in response to the question; then he felt Leomon move and roll him onto his back. He peeled back the man's blanket, unveiling his massive erection and with a sly smirk, Leomon lowered his gaze to it and wrapped his lips around the tip, pushing the skin back with his tongue. The worgen growled in pleasure as he felt the warmth tightly seal itself over his cock and press his flesh rather eagerly inward. All of Ripsnarl's muscles flexed; it had been quite some time since he'd gotten off and he could already feel his balls churning, aching to be unleashed. Slowly, Leomon's lips went down to the man's hilt, then back up again with a soft if not lewd sucking sound as his lips broke contact following the fleshy trail. The human opened his mouth and let out a deep withering sigh before suddenly letting out a feral grunt, his entire body shaking violently as he orgasmed into the stranger's mouth. Leomon's eyes widened with a look of surprise, then slowly rolled upward as he took himself downward to the end of the flesh and even slower on his return trip before releasing the cock from his lips to splatter across his muzzle a bit.

"Heh. I think you were a little pent up." Leomon teased as he laid back, then grappled the man to pull him up onto his belly.

Ripsnarl grinned toothily and rested his head on Leomon's chest. "Y'know, if I were in my natural form, I don't think I'd let you off so easy."

"Oh?" Leomon raised an eyebrow.

Ripsnarl could feel Leomon's cock against his ass, pressing against his cheeks with a teasing intent. The admiral cleared his throat and pushed himself back slightly, resting his ass a bit more thoroughly against the aching arousal. "Is'sat a challenge?" He asked. "Doubting a worgen is probably the worst thing you could do." He could feel Leomon's needy cock dripping with precum against his ass, soaking the area between his cheeks on which it was resting. He reached back and grasped the throbbing flesh and slid his hand up and down its length; soaking it even more with its own juices before he leaned back and pressed the tip against his hole. Leomon was much bigger than Ripsnarl was; at least in this current form, but he knew the best way to invigorate himself was to simply give into the carnal pleasure of the moment and without a moment's hesitation he pressed his ass against Leomon's tip and felt a distinctive pop as it pressed in.

Leomon let out a very audible gasp and growled, bucking his hips and grabbing Ripsnarl's ass as he did so. Ripsnarl growled through the pain, his voice re-asserting a certain tone of the monstrosity that was buried deep within him. "Fffffuck..." He whispered, trying to force the pain from his body, his eyes illuminated with the golden glow of the worg within and he threw himself back, planting Leomon even deeper into his ass. Leomon rocked the worgen, fucking him even harder as the man swung back almost like a rag doll and when he came forward again, there was a certain ferociousness in his eyes, his teeth had grown a bit jagged and it was almost jarring against the minimal lighting of the room. His ass planted down harder, making Leomon moan, never breaking eye contact even with the growing beast now lustfully fucking him from above.

Ripsnarl grasped the headboard over Leomon's head, bracing himself before plunging against the male's thick cock, his muscles were growing visibly now; first his arms grew out several inches, then his chest puffed out deeper. His stomach pressed inward and the muscles of his abdomen began to visibly turn rock hard. Fur began to litter the man's skin now; a deep, smoky grey color that radiated out from where the two were connected. Ripsnarl's cock grew sharply aroused and changed to a deeper color of flesh. His back went rigid and with the clattering of bone he grew in height, his haunch rising higher as his face began to stretch; a human face being replaced with a jutting jaw which instantly formed into a drooling, snarling muzzle. The skin under Leomon's grip quickly washed away with a velvety-soft fur and as he leaned his head back to howl, Leomon felt a heavy wash of precum now soaking over his chest as finally Ripsnarl came out of his shell.

Ripsnarl's entire body began to radiate with heat, he continued to slam his ass hard into Leomon's cock, but the bouncing of his own on the massive chest of muscle couldn't be ignored. In an instant, the beast pulled himself free, lifted his ass and took a big step backwards off the bed, he grabbed Leomon's legs and pulled them toward him, leaving the lion to practically hold on for dear life as Ripsnarl's cock dragged down his thigh and slipped between his own ass cheeks.

"You wanna know what it's like to ride the big bad worg?" Ripsnarl asked in his deepened worgen voice as his planted his cock firmly against Leomon's exposed ass. Leomon said nothing; no objections came to mind, and even if they had, the beast's move was too fast for him to react as it plummeted almost effortlessly into his ass.

Leomon let out a howl of his own, this one a mixture between an orgasmic growl and a roar that only a lion could give off. Their bodies colliding again and again; and each time, Ripsnarl forced his way in even deeper as his grip tightened, his claws shredding the lion's hips as he fucked him relentlessly. It was only a matter of time now, though neither beast wanted to quit.

"GRRRRAHHHH!" Leomon let out a bellowing grunt as he came; hard, like a fountain shooting across the air and across his chest, soaking him. The other man's stamina having won him out in the end, but Ripsnarl wasn't far behind himself and with a low rumbling noise, he slowed his pace quite a bit before delivering a final, forceful howl.

"AAAROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" He screamed up into the sky as he came; instantly a flood of heat filled Leomon's ass and began to spill out from between them as Ripsnarl pulled himself free, unleashing the flood from Leomon's ass, and adding his own seed to the mess on Leomon's canvas of a chest.

Soon their passionate heaves for breaths began to settle down and Ripsnarl crawled up beside Leomon's muscular body, their fluids providing a sex-charged atmosphere that they could both smell. "Mmmmmm now that was a fuckin' good time..." He said with a laugh.

"Admiral? Admiral Ripsnarl! Are you alright?!"

The sudden change to the environment was enough to jar Ripsnarl awake; and he found himself exactly where he hadn't expected to be, lying on the deck of his ship. The mast having snapped off had fallen on his leg and with a grunt of pain he realized that it had broken it. The sky above was clear now, daylight had just begun to dawn as he now noticed his crew; his men were swarming around trying to clean off some of the debris and help lift the mast from his leg.

"The fuck happened?" Ripsnarl asked as the pain of a headache came flooding in. "Fuck's sake... what a headache..."

"That'd be the hangover, sir."

"Hangover? What...what about the Tundra? How'd you get me off the tundra?"

"Tundra sir?"

Ripsnarl sat up and looked around in confusion; the ship was in the middle of the ocean, not a spit of land to be found anywhere he could see. He grimaced and with the aid of his second in command managed to stand up and look around. "A massive...ice tundra... you didn't see it?"

"Sir. Last night you were hit by lightning." The man explained. "Whether it was you being shit-faced drunk or a Worgen, you weren't killed when the mast fell on top of you."

Ripsnarl stared around in surprise. "I...see..." He said. "Then it was all a dream?"

"What was a dream, sir?"

Regaining his former demeanor, Ripsnarl scoffed at the man. "Forget it. Get off me and get that mast fixed, we gotta be back to Westfall before tomorrow morning. Unless you feel like goin' for a little swim?"

"N-no sir! Right away sir!" The man scrambled. "You heard the Admiral! All hands on deck! Let's get this rig fixed!"

Confused, Ripsnarl limped over toward the side of the ship and sighed as he leaned over. Had it all just been a figment of his imagination? Did he dream everything up--? His thoughts paused as he noticed a familiar leonine figure staring back at him from his reflection in the water.

"...Leomon?"

THE END