{"sf1_id":1961416,"sf2_id":"ve3yKkdn","title":"The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead CH 5 (OOPS)","author":"Teether","words":3051,"posted_at":"2023-03-05T05:43:13.000Z","tags":["Human","Pirate","Yinglet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1961416-the-seaworthy-scavs-of-the-s-s-firehead-ch-5-oops","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3yKkdn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0a/02/0a026b79-46b8-4de7-9ada-d25db34ad41c","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia\n\nhttp://www.valsalia.com/comic/out-o.....ers/oops-35-2/\n\nhttp://www.furaffinity.net/user/valsalia/\n\nhttps://www.patreon.com/valsalia\n\n  \n\n  \n\n  \n\nThe Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (Out of Placers, smut, romance, violence, femdom, pirates, drugs, fanfiction)\n\nby Teether\n\n  \n\n  \n\nChapter 5 (Everything from here on out is going to be focused on plot and action. No more blatant femdom sex, implied at most)\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eA loud frantic banging shakes you from your sleep\n\n\\\u003eYou open your eyes to see Freylah in the same spot next to your head, calmly puffing away on what you guessed was her trillionth pipe pack of the morning\n\n\\\u003eFreylah exhales two hearty streams of smoke from her nostrils before calmly saying, “Come in”\n\n\\\u003eThe door swings open as a panicked Habbick leans into the room, crossbow in hand\n\n\\\u003e”Lady Frey-“ he manages to get out before seeing Freylah lying in bed with her naked cabin boy\n\n\\\u003eThe hair on the back of Habbick’s neck rises as he lets out a low growl, teeth bearing\n\n\\\u003e”Yes Habbick?” says Freylah, snapping Habbick out of his distasteful glare\n\n\\\u003eHabbick stares at you for a couple more seconds before glancing back at Freylah\n\n\\\u003e”Ship inbound Captain,” says Habbick through gritted teeth before slamming the door closed\n\n\\\u003eFreylah lets out a small chuckle before quickly knocking out her pipe’s ash and hopping off of the bed, “Come on Fetu, time to face ze music”\n\n\\\u003eYou climb out of bed as Freylah dons her jacket, a grin still marking her face\n\n“You enjoy pissing him off. Don’t you?” you say as you reluctantly slide on your crusty pants\n\n\\\u003eFreylah stops half-way through buttoning up her doublet, “What makes you zhink zhat?” she says in an innocent tone\n\n“Habbick about went feral in the doorway from seeing the both of us. He hates humans and your blatantly fucking one.”\n\n\\\u003e”Yeah and?” said Freylah as she finished the last few buttons\n\n“And?...I feel like I am getting some sort of weird Father-Daughther vibe going between you two and daddy doesn’t seem to approve“ you say slipping on your cold, wrinkled shirt\n\n\\\u003e”Oh? You some sort of truzh-seerer now? Need to know all ze ins and outs of my personal life?” Freylah said with obvious irritation as she puts on her dagger belts\n\n\\\u003eYou walk over and pull her bundle of fire red hair out from the inside of the back of her jacket, “I don’t see why not”\n\n\\\u003eFreylah spins around, whipping her hair out of your hands, “My life isn’t just some fucking open book!”\n\n\\\u003eYou pull your hands back, surprised at Freylah losing her cool for the first time in your presence\n\n\\\u003eFreylah immediately relaxes her body and sighs as she walks towards the door\n\n\\\u003eShe starts to open the door as you place a hand on her left shoulder\n\n“I am sorry, I just thought you’d want to let off some of the weight on your shoulders. You shouldn’t have to face everything alone”\n\n\\\u003eYou hear Freylah let out another sigh, “Come on Fetu, we’ve got bigger zhings to worry about right now”\n\n\\\u003eFreylah opens the door the rest of the way, ushering you out into the hall\n\n\\\u003eYou both continue to the deck in silence, along the way noticing the lower decks completely empty of yinglets\n\n\\\u003eAs you reach the top deck your are met with the sight of a thousand yinglets, all in a large rectangle formation on the deck, each with a long wooden spear\n\n\\\u003eIn front of all the yinglets stands Habbick and a couple other yinglets with crossbows at the ready\n\n\\\u003eFreylah walks over to Habbick as he fills her in with the details of the situation\n\n\\\u003eYou shield your eyes from the sun as you glance around the ocean expanse\n\n\\\u003eAt first you don’t see anything but eventually your eye catch another ship it in the short distance behind the S.S. Firehead\n\n\\\u003eYou feel a blunt rod whack you in the stomach; you jump from the shock and surprise\n\n\\\u003eYou look down to see Habbick holding a wooden spear identical to those of the yinglet formation\n\n\\\u003e”Stupid skin. Take spear. Fight” He grumbles before throwing it at your feet\n\n\\\u003eFor a second you think Habbick wants to fight you before he walks off back to the rest of the crossbow yinglets\n\n\\\u003eYou pick up the wooden spear, its finely hone tip glazed over with an odd sheen\n\n\\\u003eYou go to stick your finger on the glaze before your arm is tugged down by the elbow of your sleeve\n\n\\\u003eYou look down to see Freylah glaring, ”Fetu do you have a deazh wish?”\n\n“What?”\n\n\\\u003e”All ze spears and blades here are coated in poison. Did you already forget zhat?” said Freylah judgmentally\n\n“I thought you were bluffing”\n\n\\\u003eFreylah huffs at you, “I was not. I made ze poison myself. It’ll paralyze a human within a couple seconds and kill within minutes”\n\n\\\u003eYou hold the spear a couple feet further from your body\n\n“So how come your not worried about a thousand yinglets running around with these things?”\n\n\\\u003eFreylah crossed her arms and gives you a flat look, “I trust my crew, and also it doesn’t work on yinglets”\n\n“How’dcha figure that one out?” you say with a smug grin\n\n\\\u003e”Some of ze fresher recruits we got one time stuck the spear tips in zheir mouzhs” said Freylah with a mumble finishing with, “idiots”\n\n\\\u003e”SHIP INBOUND!” you hear Habbick yell\n\n\\\u003eFreylah runs over to the right side of the ship, picking a grapple from the railing\n\n\\\u003eYou look over the side of the ship to see a vessel similar in size to the Firehead coming within a hundred feet behind\n\n\\\u003e”READY GRAPPLES!” you hear Freylah yell as a line of yinglets appear next to the right side of the ship, grappling hooks in hand\n\n\\\u003eFreylah starts spinning the grapple over her head as the others follow suit\n\n\\\u003eYou hold your breath as the other vessel scraps along side the Firehead, the vessels slamming against each other like a couple of obese charging rams\n\n\\\u003eYou see the rows upon rows of seamen on the enemy deck ready to fight with boarding planks and swords\n\n\\*They’re also pirates\n\n\\\u003eThey all start looking at one another in confusion at the yinglet army\n\n\\\u003e”GO!” Freylah yells as she cleanly launches the grappling hook over the gape between the ships and onto the enemies’ deck\n\n\\\u003eFreylah starts frantically climbing her grapple rope to the other side as\n\nthe other grapples begin to fly, digging their claws into the decks in unison\n\n\\\u003eThe enemy starts dropping their boarding planks, slamming one by one onto the Firehead’s deck\n\n\\\u003eThousands of yinglets soon follow Freylah’s lead, skittering along the ropes with immense speed like ants swarming a pile of sugar\n\n\\\u003eThe enemy pirates charge over the planks as they are soon met with waves of yinglet spear men\n\n\\\u003eThe situation on both ships quickly dissolves into chaos as the men are swarmed with yinglet spearmen\n\n\\\u003eYou feel the urge to run, to get away from all of this. You’re a fisherman not a fighter\n\n\\\u003eYou see yinglets lanced by spears and swords, while others are cast down off the planks into the water and left to scream as their lungs quickly fill with water\n\n\\\u003eYou see men speared through the guts as they start to spasm, the poison quickly taking over as their guts spool out onto the deck, little voices screaming and cheering at their demise\n\n\\\u003eYour grip tightens on your spear as you begin to back away from the rapidly growing battlefield\n\n\\\u003e”AH!” you hear Freylah cry out in pain\n\n\\\u003eYou look over to see her hair and face a disheveled mess, the back of her doublet split up the middle as she faces her attacker, a giant mountain of a man\n\n\\\u003eYou grit your teeth as you run full speed, jumping of the railing of the Firehead towards the deck of the enemy vessel\n\n\\\u003eYou come up short; just barely catching the other ship’s railing as your spear falls into the ocean below\n\n\\\u003eYou hear the tiny screams of yinglets and the bloody shouts of men coming from above\n\n\\\u003eYou pull yourself up and over the railing as a screaming man covered in two yinglets goes careening over the side to the dark water below\n\n\\\u003eYou scan the scene as masses of yinglets continue to pour over into the deck, overwhelming the rapidly shrinking human force\n\n\\\u003e”HEY! STOP STANDING AROUND WITH YER THUMB IN YER ASS!” a guttural voice yells in your ear\n\n\\\u003eYou turn around to see the most swarthy looking swashbuckler you’ve ever seen in your life\n\n“Huh?” you say confused\n\n\\\u003eThe crusty sailor growls at you as he shoves a short sword into your hands before hobbling off to join the fighting, mumbling, “Fucking lazy greenhorn pieces of….”\n\n\\\u003eYou look down at the short in your hand dumbfounded\n\n\\*They think I am part of their crew\n\n\\\u003eYou grin as you quickly tie off the short sword’s belt around your waist\n\n\\\u003eA man falls in front of you screaming while three yinglets all stand around stabbing him relentless with little cheers of “Die! Die! Die!”\n\n\\\u003eYou step over the body and sweep through the crowd, trying to spot the fire red hair amongst the swarming mass of bodies\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a bloody yell come from the rear of the ship\n\n\\\u003eYou run as fast as you can, leaping over bodies, dodging swords and slipping across gore as random strangers all around you call out to you for help\n\n\\\u003eYou hear the bloody yell once again as you look in its direction\n\n\\\u003eYou see Freylah on the back of a titanic mountain of a man, her hands grasping onto her daggers, lodged firmly in either side of the man’s collar\n\n\\\u003eThe tank-like man flails his arms, trying desperately to get Freylah off his back before soon collapsing forward onto the deck with a colossal boom\n\n\\\u003eFreylah pulls her daggers from the man’s neck, panting heavily\n\n\\\u003eYou notice that the twine has been cut from her bundled hair which now hangs freely while her doublet hangs open, all the buttons ripped off in a struggle\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can call out to her, she opens the hatch to the lower deck and hops inside\n\n\\\u003eYou get slammed to the side as a spasming sailor crashes into you, his eyes cleanly lanced out by yinglet spears\n\n\\\u003eYou push the sailor back as a yinglet jumps onto his back, stabbing him repeatedly with a homemade shiv\n\n\\\u003eYou rush over to the hatch and jump down to the lower deck\n\n\\\u003eYou look around at the empty hull, not another person in sight. The only sound is the hundreds of feet banging overhead\n\n\\\u003eA deep heavy laugh goes up from the back of the ship, echoing through the vessels empty corridors\n\n\\\u003eYou run towards the booming throaty laughter\n\n\\\u003eYou follow the laughter all the way to the captain’s quarters, its already door pushed open with a tiny bloody yinglet paw print on its front\n\n\\\u003eYou draw your short sword from its scabbard as you barge into the room\n\n\\\u003eYou see a rather muscular but portly man sitting in a large plush leather chair in the center of the lavishly adorned room, booming like a toad\n\n\\\u003eOn the ornate desk in front of him you see Freylah, both her bloody daggers drawn with one pointed at the fat man\n\n\\\u003e”I won’t….repeat myself…..again….surrender your ship…..to me….and nobody else…has to die” she pants out in a labored manner, heavy with exhaustion\n\n\\\u003eThe fat man bites his bottom lip before letting out another ear-shattering volley of laughter\n\n\\\u003eFreylah winces in pain, her chest heaving with labored breath as she growls, “I am serious….dammit”\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly walk towards the side of the desk, hoping not to be noticed by the boar-like man\n\n\\\u003eThe man looks over at you through the corner of his eyes, “Ah! Here we are! Deckhand! Get rid of this swamp scum for me will you?” the giant wobbled through his flabby cheeks while brushing his hand towards Freylah like a pile of rancid fly riddled meat\n\n\\\u003eYou don’t answer him, instead moving closer to the side of the desk, short sword still drawn\n\n\\\u003e”Yes yes, come on now, I don’t have all day” he spits at you growing impatient\n\n\\\u003eThe man’s eyes grow as wide as boulders as you come beside him, tip of your short sword drawn a couple inches from his neck\n\n”Do as she says. If you want to live you’ll surrender your ship to Lady Freylah”\n\n\\\u003eThe man’s eye’s narrow as he glares towards you, “Lady Freylah?.Hmmm.......taking orders from a thieving scav I see. So? how does it feel to be lower than swamp scum?”\n\n\\\u003eYou hold back the urge to skewer the man as you wait for Freylah’s order\n\n\\\u003e”Lower than the lowest filth? Hmmm?” continued the boar with sadistic joy in the creases of his eyes\n\n\\\u003eYour grip tightens on your sword\n\n\\\u003e”Lower than the lowliest beast, more-“\n\n\\\u003e”SHUT UP!” snapped Freylah, “You talk too much porker…..surrender or die…….what will it be?”\n\n\\\u003eThe fat man sarcastically pauses for a moment, stroking his chin in a fake train of thought as he hums to himself\n\n\\\u003e”Dammit”, Freylah coughs as she falls to one knee, propping herself with her right dagger\n\n\\\u003eYou look over as you notice blood dripping from Freylah’s back onto the desk\n\n\\\u003eThe fat captain takes the moment of distraction and pulls a long dagger from his side holster\n\n\\\u003eAs you turn your eyes back towards the fat man, he quickly slashes your hand causing you to drop the short sword\n\n\\\u003eThe fat man turns away from you towards Freylah as she feebly tries to stand back on her feet\n\n\\\u003eBlood oozes from your right hand as you dive down, grabbing at your short sword with you left hand\n\n\\\u003eThe fat man grabs the long dagger with both hands and brings it up over his head, plunging the blade down towards Freylah’s head\n\n\\\u003eYour vision goes blood red as you leap forward, plunging the short sword completely to the hilt into the fat man’s armpit\n\n\\\u003eThe fat man screams dropping the dagger tip first into the floor as he flops backwards into the leather chair\n\n\\\u003eFreylah pounces onto the fat man’s chest as his eyes bulge at her with fear\n\n\\\u003eShe takes both her daggers and with a victorious scream, plunges both up through the base of his skull\n\n\\\u003eThe fat man garbles in pain as a waterfall of blood pours from his bulbous lips\n\n\\\u003eFreylah twists the blades with a firm jerk as the fat man flails widely in pain\n\n\\\u003eThe giant leather chair creeks as the monolithic beast tilts back from the fat man’s rocking\n\n\\\u003eThe chair collapses backwards onto the floor with bang that shakes the entire room\n\n\\\u003eFreylah tumbles forward over the fat man’s face along with her daggers, covered in gore\n\n\\\u003eFreylah lays on her back, panting again as the final grunts pathetically whimper from the fat man\n\n\\\u003eAs the shelves and trinkets stop shaking, Freylah rolls over, leaving a tiny blood spot in her wake\n\n\\\u003eShe tries desperately to prop herself up with her daggers once again\n\n\\\u003eHer arms wobble like a new born calf before she falls forward onto the floor, daggers scattering at her sides\n\n\\\u003eYou walk over to Freylah as she tries feebly to push herself up off the floor before collapsing again\n\n\\\u003eYou scoop Freylah up in your arms before retrieving her daggers and pulling your short sword out of the fat man’s side\n\n\\\u003e”Fetu…” Freylah mutters as she tries to refocus her eyes on your face\n\n“Try to relax, I am going to get us out of here” you say leaving the captain’s quarters and running down the empty corridor to the stairs\n\n\\\u003e”Leave? I can’t leave! My crew needs me” said Freylah trying to sit-up in your arms before falling back\n\n“You already did enough, getting yourself killed isn’t going to help them” you say walking up the steps and out onto the deck\n\n\\\u003eFreylah mumbles something incoherent in response\n\n\\\u003eYou look around at the ship decks\n\n\\\u003eHundreds of yinglet bodies are strewn about along with about half as many men\n\n\\\u003eYou look over to your right and see a handful of men lying on the deck as they are surrounded by yinglets pointing spears at their backs\n\n\\\u003e”Freylah?” you hear the grizzly voice of Habbick call out next to you\n\n\\\u003eYou look to your left to see Habbick climbing off one of the planks and onto the enemy deck, loaded crossbow in hand\n\n\\\u003eHabbick walks over as you lean down, showing him the curled up Freylah in your arms\n\n\\\u003eHe glares at you for a second before lightly softening his gaze and nodding\n\n\\\u003e”Get her back. I finish” said Habbick with a worried look on his face\n\n\\\u003eYou nod back at him, surprised at the lack of tongue lashing as you climb onto one of the planks, carefully balancing to get over to the other side\n\n\\\u003eHalf way across the plank you hear the familiar cursing of the swarthy swashbuckler from earlier, ”Get your fucking thieving little paws off me!”\n\n\\\u003eYou turn around, looking back at the handful of captive men, all resigned to their fates except the swashbuckler\n\n\\\u003eHabbick stands next to the swashbuckler, one paw on his back while the other points the crossbow at his head\n\n\\\u003e”Can’t you rats fuckin-“ says the swashbuckler before a bolt from Habbick’s crossbow tears into the side of the man’s head, killing his instantly\n\n\\\u003eYou see the rest of the men suddenly over taken by a look of terror as Habbick redraws the bow\n\n\\\u003eYou turn, trying to get away from the scene as quickly as possible\n\n\\*I am a fisher man not a fighter\n\n\\\u003eYou hear cheers pour from the crowd of yinglets all calling for more death\n\n\\*You did kill. You’re one of them.\n\n\\\u003eYou shake the thought from your head as you descend into the bowels of the Firehead\n\n\\*Lower than swamp scum\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head as you open the door to the Captain quarters\n\n\\\u003eYou look down at the yinglet in your arms clinging to your chest\n\n“Guess I am swamp scum then…” you say with a smile before closing the door behind you","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1961414-the-seaworthy-scavs-of-the-s-s-firehead-ch-4-oops-smut.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1961417-the-seaworthy-scavs-of-the-s-s-firehead-ch-6-oops.json"}