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But instead of fully blacking out, he found himself slowly regaining consciousness. As the smoke cleared away, he could finally breathe normally again, and his pulse was back to a healthy 60; he saw that several people were staring at him by now, so he found it best to stand back up so as to not cause any panic, dusting himself off. Well that was definitely... something, and even though he couldn't quite figure out what caused this hellish experience to trigger, he found it best not to get himself worked up anymore.

With this newfound calmness, he slowly started to accept his new form, and even though it was quite uncomfortable, he simply gave up hope that he would be able to communicate this to anyone without words. Instead, he decided to enjoy his trip the best he could; at least he wasn't sent back home! Trying to stay optimistic, he got up and headed towards the nearest restaurant, as he was getting very hungry from the exhausting adventure. From what he read, the fursuit masks were capable of letting in food without having to be taken off; so while this wasn't going to be a way of getting rid of his suit either, at least he didn't have to stay hungry.

Stumbling into what looked like a fairly good looking restaurant, he sat down on a chair to catch his breath a little bit. There were tablets placed at every table showing the menu items that the guest could choose from. Zeke put his finger to the screen, only to realize that his paw was way too big to select anything, so he had to wait for someone to come and help him out. Thankfully the wait staff was quick and hospitable, and soon enough, a well dressed deer suited waiter came to help him out.

"Hello madam, how may I help you?" He asked in a buttery smooth voice. Zeke, still not able to communicate anything through words, simply pounded his massive fursuit paw against the screen, showing that he wasn't able to select anything.

"Oh yes, the tablet is designed for suits with fingered paws... No worries though, I can take your order, just point vaguely at the menu item that you wish to order." He said patiently as the skunk suiter tried pointing at some fancy looking burger with his paw.

"Good choice, sir! But I must warn you, this item is not included in the ticket price, you will have to pay a little extra for premium menu items. Do you have any cash on you, madam?" And indeed, there was a small $5 written below the menu item, which is how much customers had to pay given that the daily three meals included in the ticket price didn't cover VIP items. Zeke shrugged and shook his head; he didn't have any money on him, so he had to pass on the tasty looking burger, wondering what non VIP food items were available in the restaurant.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. May I interest you in our daily special then? It's a non- VIP item so you can eat as much as you want from it without having to worry about paying extra!" The deer offered, to which Zeke nodded. Although no explanation was given as to what the daily special exactly was, but at that point, he was so hungry that he could have eaten a whole horse. After the waiter took his order, he sat patiently at his table, watching as the others ate their beautifully prepared meals.

The waiter came back sooner than expected, but he wasn't carrying any food in his hands. Instead, he reached above Zeke's head, and pulled some kind of a long, flexible tube out of the wall.

"It has just come to our attention that you're wearing a prototype suit, and these weren't designed to be fully compatible with eating solid food. No worries though, because we're capable of grinding up our food and feeding them through these tubes. You won't even have to chew, but I promise that the taste will be just the same!"

The shark already hated where this was going, he could feel that something was going to go very wrong, very quickly. As the tube was connected to his fursuit mouth, another warning flashed in front of his eyes: "WARNING: FLAVOR SENSORS DISABLED".

What could that mean? Why would the suit need flavor sensors, isn't his tongue enough? Then he quickly remembered that long tube that was still gagging him as it was driven into his throat: The food was probably going to come through that. He knew this wasn't gonna be pleasant, so he braced himself as the food slowly traveled down the transparent tube, and straight down his throat. At first, he couldn't really tell what the taste was, but as more and more got pumped down his throat, he couldn't help but start burping, and the taste of those burps traveled up into his mouth.

The taste he felt was, to put it bluntly, the worst that he had ever tasted in his entire life. In his mind, he could only compare it to the brown waste water dripping off the end of a dirty mop that had just finished cleaning up a public men's bathroom. There was no way in hell that this was a "daily specialty"; the shady restaurant probably just fed recycled waste to the guests, trying to conceal the taste with the so-called flavor sensors built into the suits.

Thankfully, the experience didn't last long. The "food" was all gone and shoved down his throat in the matter of about two minutes, leaving a heavy feeling in his stomach. He wanted to throw up, but the massive gag in his throat prevented anything from coming up, so despite his belly twitching and desperately contracting for a couple of seconds, it had to settle with having to digest whatever poison was just fed into it.

He had to collect all his strength to get up from the chair, his already awkward movements now even heavier as he was having severe vertigo, feeling like the ship was being thrown around in a storm. He could barely keep on his feet as he tried to stumble towards the bedrooms to finally find his family- and for the first time in a long while, luck was finally on his side! Or so he thought, as he spotted his mom, dad, sister and her boyfriend walk towards him in the corridor.

Being quite proud of himself for managing to remember what their fursuits looked like, he quickly ran towards them, startling them quite a bit; of course, he thought, the others still hadn't seen him in the new suit! Although he was embarrassed about the type of costume that he was wearing, his desire to finally catch some sleep in a soft bed overwhelmed everything else, as he showed them his colorful wristband with his name written on it.

"Z-zeke?" His dad grunted as he read the name on the band, at first believing that they were approached by some sort of a prostitute judging by the looks. "Is this really you? What happened son, why would you choose to be in a suit like this?" He asked with an immeasurable amount of disappointment in his voice.

The shark boy wanted to explain everything so badly, turning bright red under his suit in embarrassment. All the while, his sister was loudly giggling behind his back, cuddling up to her boyfriend, who was also chuckling at the sight of his girlfriend's- apparently crossdressing loving- brother. Still, Zeke didn't have any way of telling that the suit wasn't his choice, resorting to only covering his face with his paws, shaking his head slowly.

"Why aren't you talking to us? Are you looking for our room?" His mom asked after having been brought back from the verge of passing out when she saw what costume her son was wearing, to which Zeke nodded his head quickly. "Well, you're all out of luck then. There are only four beds and one couch... but Jax insisted on taking up three beds with your sister, so your poor dad is forced to sleep on the couch! So I doubt there would be any place left for you to sleep, so you'd better look somewhere else. I've seen some comfortable looking bean bags in the lobby!"

The shark bowed down his head in defeat; although he expected something like that to happen anyway. Not giving a response, he slowly walked the other way, away from his family; he didn't want to embarrass them by tagging along with such an outfit. His new challenge became finding a place to sleep, so he decided to take a tour of the massive cruise ship, and try to find a safe place to close his eyes for the night.

The ship looked massive from the outside, but on the inside, it felt like an entire city was stuffed into this big metal box floating on top of the waves. Zeke figured that there was probably someplace where they would take him to sleep, but he wasn't given a map, and the whole layout of the ship looked like it was already expecting its passengers to know where everything was. Barely any signs, no maps to be found anywhere he looked. Or maybe there was some application that could have made his whole life easier, but given his useless paws, that wouldn't have been of much use to him either, so his only tactic remained walking around and exploring for himself.

As he was strolling around an empty looking area with barely any guests around, he found an open, two winged door that led into a dark, wide corridor that was so long that he couldn't even see the end of it. There were no signs anywhere, and although it felt like a restricted area that he wasn't supposed to be going into, he figured that he didn't have too much to lose, and so decided to head in and explore the mysterious area.

His footsteps echoed eerily from the walls that encompassed him from all sides, and as he went further in, it became increasingly hard to see. Most of the lights were broken, and the ones that worked were either super dim, or just barely flickering. He nearly bumped into a wall before he saw that the corridor was taking a turn to the right, but he still followed along, cursing the outdated fursuit head, which probably caused him to see so horribly in the dark.

At the end was another door, just like the one that he came in through, only it was closed. The shark grabbed the handles and pushed the door inwards, wondering whether he had reached a dead end, but to his relief, the doors flung open easily. What he saw inside however, was nothing like anything that he had expected.

He seemed to have reached a hidden club, or some sort of a place only reserved for adults: the large room was lit mainly by neon pink and purple lights, with suiters sitting around tables and either gambling, smoking or drinking cocktails. Overall, it seemed like a pretty chill place, albeit not the best candidate for an alternative bedroom, and Zeke was pretty sure that alcohol and gambling weren't included in the ticket price, so he couldn't do much anyway.

He started slowly backing out, hoping that no one noticed him coming in, but before he could reach the door, a deep, masculine voice called out to him from behind. "Hey beautiful! Out here on your own?" As Zeke turned around, he saw a handsome wolf with extra muscles built into his suit; even though the shark guy was straight as a ruler, he had to admit that whoever designed that costume, did a hell of a job making it look sexy and attractive. He shrugged his shoulders in response, still inching towards the door.

"My mates and I are looking for a cute girl to spice our night up a little bit, play your cards right, and we might even get you a couple of drinks!" The wolf winked, wrapping his arm around the skunk suiter's hip.

As the hand slid over to his crotch area, Zeke suddenly felt something... strange and overwhelming down there. It felt like someone had grabbed onto his penis and started jerking it quickly with a lubricated hand, a feeling that instantly got him hard and almost pushed him to an instant orgasm. He looked down, but he could only see the wolf's hand barely gloss over his thighs, which made the whole scenario seem impossible. His questions would soon be answered however, as another message would pop up on the screen in front of him: WARNING: TACTILE SENSORS NEED CALIBRATION.

Great. Just when the shark thought that there couldn't be any more broken things in this damned suit, another error occurred, and a pretty big one at that. If every touch to his crotch was going to feel like that, he would probably get a heart attack if they really started going down on him; he tried to back off, shaking his head nervously, but the wolf playfully pulled him closer to a table, where some of his friends were already waiting for him.

"Well boys, look at this beautiful lady I found! She doesn't talk much, but her hips don't lie~" He said to the others, who started laughing loudly at his comment. Zeke was already shaking and sweating inside, but on the outside, only the massive cartoony smile could be seen, along with the hearts in the pupils that beat faster and faster as the shark guy's heart began speeding up again.

"I must stay calm... I must keep my heart rate at bay..." He kept repeating to himself, not wanting to be gassed again. He took deep breaths, and even though as the others started stroking him, he was once again overwhelmed with emotions, he tried to distract himself from the feelings as much as he could to avoid being pacified.

"Would you look at that, the hearts in her eyes are beating faster! This is such a good slut suit!" One of the guys yelled out, confirming that Zeke's efforts were not as successful as he would have liked to believe. But what really set him off, was the feeling of a small zipper- that he didn't even know was there- opening at her backside, and the massive buttplug, that he was almost starting to get used to- was jerked out of his hole quickly and forcefully; he knew what this was going to lead to.

"Hey, this thing only grants access to her asshole!" One of them noticed, as upon opening the zipper, only one hole could be seen. "What if there is a guy in here? No wonder he doesn't talk!"

This comment gave Zeke mixed feelings: for one, the discovery of his real gender might mean that the men wouldn't want to have sex with him, but on the other hand, it might make them angry and subject the poor shark to a fate even worse than being gang banged by a bunch of strangers.

"And? What if it's a guy, I like anal anyway!" The familiar voice of the wolf that led him in could be heard, as Zeke felt something hard and fleshy poke against his sensitive, virgin hole. He was utterly terrified; this was NOT how he wanted to lose his virginity! He tried struggling his way out, but the suit was still making sudden movements impossible, and anytime he tried to move even a muscle, the constantly adjusting suit made the whole thing a real challenge. He was bent over on the table and held down, so even if he could move around, he wouldn't have been able to escape. All that was left to do is to hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.

He knew that this would be impossible to bear. Someone spit on his butthole, which caused the squirmy shark to pucker it even tighter, but it was of no use, as the wolf was already prepared to penetrate him. Zeke didn't know what a condom felt like, but he was pretty sure that there was none used on this cock, as it slowly rubbed against his hole, almost teasing him about the inevitable. His heart started pounding harder and harder, before the penis was finally pushed into his hole, sending a terrible, sharp pain up his spine.

He was prepared for a lot of things, but he wasn't prepared for this. The shark wanted to cry out in pain, but the oversized dildo gag was still sternly preventing any sound from coming out of his tormented throat. He tried to loosen up, but the cock was simply too big, he couldn't even think straight, let alone concentrate. This was enough to finally push his heart rate over the critical point, and he could hear that all too familiar hissing again, while his vision was obstructed by the thick, colorful smoke.

He didn't even try to hold his breath this time. Knowing that it would not go away until he let it all through his system, he braced himself to take in another painful breath, as his nose and lungs were filled with the terrible stink and sickeningly sweet aphrodisiac. His boner started growing and his muscles felt weak, as he slumped down on the table and his mouth started drooling inside of the fursuit head. As a nice surprise, this actually helped him loosen his butt up, and the initial pain that he felt from the pounding slowly transformed into pleasure, which was of course amplified by the overcharged tactile sensors of his suit.

For the first time, he managed to let himself go. Although he knew that he could never get used to the feeling of being penetrated from behind, his prostate being massaged still instilled feelings in him that he never thought possible. Besides all the struggling and desperation, a feeling of bliss came over him, as the overwhelming skunk gas slowly killed all negative thoughts out of his mind, causing him to almost feel sleepy, but be barely kept awake by the cock in his rear.

Remembering anything beyond that point was difficult, as his brain had almost completely turned off, as if he had drunk himself to a blackout. He could feel penises of multiple shapes and sizes enter and exit him, and he took them all with pride. His crotch was massaged as well at the same time, which felt even stronger and more pleasurable than the little thigh stroke that he got earlier, and this unsurprisingly led to him ejaculating into his suit pretty quickly.

His two penises filled the tiny cock sheath with shark cum, but this wasn't going to be his first orgasm of the night. Despite having released his load, the pleasure that he felt wasn't calming down at all, and he felt himself getting to the edge again! Counting his orgasms became completely impossible by that point, neither the ones that ended up in his asshole. He was filled with cum like a cream donut, the thick goo oozing out of his rear with each switch.

He was being called everything in the process: a good boy, a good girl, it all meant the same to him by that point. His soothed, dumbed down mind took it all as a compliment anyway, as he was being used to milk all the guys at the table dry. At one point, he was convinced that he had more cum in his body than blood in his veins, and the seed from his orgasms slowly had no other place to go, than to leak out of his sheath and start spilling into the other areas of the suit, causing him to be permanently encased in cum that was prevented from drying to his fur due to the constant sweating.

There was no more stress on the young shark's mind, as he simply gave himself to the sensory overload that this orgy had become. But his enjoyment couldn't last forever as a sharp light temporarily blinded him; at that moment, he knew that he was in big trouble as staff members flooded the club.

Whatever came afterwards was blurry and foggy; the shark couldn't remember much as he was escorted out of the club and led through service tunnels hidden from the public eye to what looked like a jail: a dozen or so small rooms with metal bars preventing whoever was locked inside from breaking out.

At first, Zeke was quite surprised at a jail being in a cruise ship, but it made sense; if someone was to go mental halfway through the cruise in the middle of the atlantic ocean, they couldn't simply drop him off! Although the cells were all empty, Zeke had a feeling that this wouldn't stay that way for long... His mind was still clouded by the drugs, but he slowly started regaining his full cognitive abilities, as he was sat down on a chair and waited for an officer to arrive.

And he soon did: to Zeke's surprise, even the police wore fursuits! A snow leopard suited man in a blue police uniform sat down in front of Zeke, who was already shaking from nervousness, hoping that his family wasn't going to find out about his little adventure, and that he wouldn't be locked up for the rest of the cruise either.

"Show me your wristband, please." He commanded, to which Zeke obediently put his hand forward, letting the officer read his name off the tag. "Zeke? So you're a guy? Well, I'm not here to judge your choice of suit, sir, but as you should have known, sex outside of the private bedrooms is forbidden on the ship."

The shark wanted to defend himself badly, but due to the mask not allowing him to say a single word, all he could do was slowly nod and bow his head in embarrassment, hoping that the guards would see that he's really sorry for what he had done, even if he did it completely against his will.

After that, a couple of tests would begin: first of all, some blood was taken from him, then he had to pee into a cup, presumably to test whether he was under the influence of something other than the alcohol that they sold at the club. While they were waiting for the results, the officer explained to him what was happening.

"The guys you were caught up with said that you seduced and bribed them into having sex with you." He explained. Zeke was completely infuriated at that lie, knowing that the men were completely aware of him not being able to talk and defend himself, causing them to be able to pin pretty much anything on him and get away with it. He just sat in silence, shaking his head.

"Well it's your word against theirs, and they brought up some pretty convincing evidence! Just shaking your head will not get you out of this." The policeman replied, while an assistant put down a couple of sheets of paper on the table.

"Huh, it looks like you were also under the influence of some drugs as well. This doesn't help your case one bit!" He said after looking at the papers for a little while. "It will probably give you double the punishment that you would have otherwise had, as no mind altering substances, other than alcohol are allowed on the ship! We will cut you just a little bit of slack though, if you tell us where you kept the stuff, and if there's still any left of it."

This surprised Zeke quite a bit, as he clearly knew that he didn't do any drugs! Then it came to him that the skunk gas coming out of the suit probably had some extra funky stuff in it that wasn't supposed to be detected in someone's body after just taking a sniff of it from regular use, but if it went through someone in such absurd amounts like what Zeke had to experience, it probably showed up on the test, further incriminating him. He just kept on shaking his head, feeling really dumb and frustrated that he could not do anything to save himself.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?" The officer asked impatiently upon not hearing a single word from the skunk. "This is not the time for roleplay, if you don't say anything, we are just going to assume you were there to cause trouble!"

Turns out, luck had avoided Zeke once again. He tried pointing to his mouth to say that he couldn't speak, but there was no chance that the others would understand what he was pointing to with that massive, useless plush paw of his. After a couple of seconds of awkward silence, the officer had finally run out of patience and stood up.

"I don't think that you have made the right choice by not speaking, but you have the right to remain silent, please put your hands behind your back." Zeke obediently stood up and put his hands together for the officer to put him in handcuffs. He stared at the jail cell next to him, terrified that he was going to have to spend a week in there.

"Since you didn't show any dangerous behavior, I don't think it's necessary to put you in a cell. Would you agree with me, sir?" Zeke eagerly nodded, relieved that he was going to get off easy. But what the officer said next made him wish he could spend a month in one of those cells instead. "But you are going to have to pay a fine of 1000 dollars for improper behavior. You probably would have gotten away with a lot less, have you just given up where you kept the drugs, just saying. According to the database, you are here with your family, so since you don't have any money on you, we're going to have to ask them to pay your fine."

This was simply the worst. The shark nearly fainted as he heard that not only would his entire family hear about what he had done, but they were also going to have to pay for it! Zeke's parents absolutely hated spending money on their son, and when they would hear about the thousand dollar fine, he knew that they were going to implode with rage. Still, he could do nothing to stop what was happening, as he was slowly led back to the bedrooms, where the officer knocked on the door.

It was already late at night, so it took a little while for Zeke's sleepy father to open the door, but all sleepiness disappeared from his mind when he saw that his son, still dressed in that damned slut suit, was now in handcuffs and accompanied by a police officer. "W-what..." He tried to ask what had happened, but no words could come out of his mouth.

"Sir, your son had been caught in a drug fueled orgy in one of our club areas, and must pay a thousand dollar fine for improper behavior. Can you pay the fine now, or are you going to pay it via a check after the cruise?" He said in a fairly neutral tone, but still, every word that he said felt like needles piercing into Zeke.

"I... I don't know what to say! My son? In an orgy?" Zeke's dad's mind was still trying to process the first half of the sentence, but his shock turned into even more concern as he heard about the hefty fine that he had to pay. "Uhm, I'm really not sure if I can pay that fine, I really don't have an extra thousand bucks to spare!"

"Well sir, we really don't want to get the police involved, but the fine must be paid." The officer insisted. That's when Jenique, who had been listening in to the conversation all along, popped up with an idea.

"Couldn't Zeke work his way out of the fine?" She asked with a cunning smile behind her mask. "I'm pretty sure he could help out with the dirty work around the ship, he's very good at cleaning!"

His dad seemed to approve of the idea as well, but the officer wasn't so fond of this. "Well, to be fair, renting out the suit would probably cost more than the hourly wage we would give him for cleaning... The only way this would be plausible is if we transferred him to another ship and employed him as a sex worker, then he could possibly make a hundred bucks a day. We do need consent from him, though!" He replied, looking at Zeke.

"That sounds... Fair enough..." Zeke's dad said after a bit of pondering, considering that after whoring out his son for just a month, he could not only pay the fine, but have plenty of extra money as well. "Well, what do you say son? Just saying, we're not gonna pay for your fine!"

Zeke, utterly defeated, saw that there was no other way that he could get himself out of this pickle. He nodded painfully, knowing that he was on his own, and that his only option would be to endure being used as a slut for weeks to come. He almost wished that he was just thrown overboard into the ocean as punishment, but the deal had been made: he would be transferred to the other ship the following morning, working as a prostitute for rich guys while his family would continue enjoying their cruise.

The last time he saw his family for the month, was when he saw his dad sign him away, and his sister waving at him with that annoying sadistic smile, while he was taken away into the jail cells where he would spend the rest of the night until the transfer.