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The First Mate's Fun

The ship rocked steadily at anchor as the night deepened. The sounds of revelry came from on deck where the majority of the crew where celebrating with ale whilst they waited on the cook to serve dinner. The gallery itself was empty, a large pan bubbling on the stove and thick smoke filling the air from the unclean oven where bread was rising slowly.

The small door that led into the storeroom however was slightly ajar and soft grunts and moans where emanating from inside. Orel and the cook Magda where pressed into a corner, the cook face down in a barrel of cream, clinging to the edges and gurgle and grunting in lust as he did his best to guzzle the cream whilst keeping his head up so he could breath.

Orel had the fat cook firmly around the waist, holding him underneath the bulge of his stomach whilst he pressed his back over him. Forcing his head into that barrel the first mate had his way with the cook. He'd removed his ragged trousers leaving his salt encrusted legs bare, his cock and groin smeared with the lard the cook used to fry meat with to ease his passage into the fat rats arse.

Moaning happily Orel continued to drive his slick cock into the fat cook until with a happy moan he rammed home, his paws finding his mates cock and starting fondling him with lard coated paw. Bucking his hips rapidly now, his moans adding to those of the cooks as he slobbered his way through the cream he was being pushed into the first mate finally started to cum. Holding himself deep inside the warm cosy hole and filing it, holding his own member tight, feeling it spasm and twitch and coat his paw in cum Orel moaned happily, finally emitting a satisfied grunt and stepping back, letting the cook raise himself up and turn to face the first mate.

"Your still as good as ever Magda," Orel grinned and raised his paw and licked it clean of the other rats seed. "Now clean up and check the duff, I wan' tha crew served right away."

The cook nodded and tugged his trousers back on, using his apron to wipe the cream from his muzzle. "Aye sir, aye'll do it." He grinned lewdly at the brown rat and slapped his stomach. "With all these slaves does this mean I can get a new kitchen slave?"

Orelwalked out into the galley and picked up his tankard, abandoned when he'd decide the cook's arse wriggling in the air whilst he bent over the oven was too much to pass up. "Yes aye'll ask Higear to bring ye one, don't fuck it to death too quick now an if you do, I want it cooked proper."

With a wicked chuckle the fat cook started to pull loaves of bread out of the oven and dump them on a plate. "Aye'll see to it mate, go open the door an aye'll bring the skilly n'duff right out."

Swaggering back out onto deck Orel looked about and grinned at the crowd of crew beasts. Most of them had tankards, some where wrestling, another pair had a table set up to arm wrestle on and Orel couldn't help but laugh at one of the young cabin rats who'd been hog tied, stripped and dangled from the yard arm.

The youngster was wriggling and snapping and trying to escape but his cock was being coated with honey for anyone to suckle from, leaving the kid hard, horny and in for a night of being teased. Watching with amusement whilst the cook brought out the duff he laughed with renewed vigour pushing some rats out of his way so he could walk over. The kid had got an arm free and was holding a larger rats head in place, thump jammed in his muzzle to stop him biting whilst he used him for a toilet.

He could see the bigger rat wriggling and spluttering, trying to get his head away from that stream of vile rat piss that was flooding his muzzle. At last he wrenched free with a roar yanked his cutlass free and pull his arm back, ready to slice the unfortunate dangler in two.

That was when Orel slapped him over the head with his tankard, sending him sprawling. "Enough of that Yed, ye should have known better," he waves a paw at one of the rats near the mast. "Let the kid down, he's earned it after that one."

The cabin rat was dumped to the deck and helped out of the ropes that bound him. He shied back as he found the first mate peering down at him with a glitter in his eyes. "You did good kid, go get some duff an enjoy yerself tonight."

As the kid scrambled off to get some skilly 'n duff from the cook Orel looked about and spotted one of the female crew rats, there where not many of them on the ship and all the boys knew you didn't tangle with one unless she approached you first but Orel signalled her over and leant down to whisper in her ear.

"Do me a favour Ivy, take the young un aside and teach him a thing or two bout company tonight, he's earned it after doing that to Yed."

The rat Ivy frowned up at Orel and snorted, "Wots in it fer me 'rel?"

"I'll put in another word wid tha cap'n for ye, he invited you to dinner last time right? Next time he might bed you." Her grin at that was all the large brown helmsrat needed to see. He had this female by her tail and she didn't know it, she nodded and started off after young one, he was in for a night of unexpected sex and a lesson or two about standing up for himself.

Settling against the railing Orel watched the crew being fed, they where happy, they where cheerful and so far no one had been killed tonight. His head moved to watch a young rat pad through the crowd and tug on the cook's sleeve. Magda listened to him for a moment and then nodded, leaving the serving to someone else he disappeared into the galley and was soon back, handing the cabin rat a large covered tray. Seemed the captain was finished with the Lady Eleda and was hungry, no doubt he'd hear all about her fate tomorrow, and he couldn't wait.

Smiling Orel threaded his way around to Higear's side, the slave master and bosun had his muzzle in the bowl he was holding, slurping up the last bit of his meal. He washed it down with some ale, the chains attached to the large hoops in his ears rattling as he moved his head to regard the first mate as he came up next to him.

With his purple sash leaving most of his chest bare the first mate was quite a sight, even the stone with a hole in it threaded about his neck and the large white rabbit's paw dangling from his belt only helped to add to the image that here was a true sea beast. Higear bobbed his head in deference to the mate and cocked his head to one side to hear what he had to say,

"I want to start some games Hig, choose two of the healthier slaves and bring em up. Oh and the cook wants a new kitchen slave, pick some fat, lazy son of a bitch and give him to Magda, you know he likes em fat and stupid."

Higear grinned wickedly, "Wot kind of games Orel, I can pick the right kind if I know that."

The first mate regarded the smaller brown rat, he didn't understand Higear, unlike most other rats he didn't want to be first mate or even captain. All he cared about where the slaves and skinning beasts. The fact he was wearing mole and squirrel was not missed by the slaves, a fate anyone of them could find themselves with if they displeased the slave master.

With the set up of the ship and the rules, any beast who wanted to challenge Orel for first mate had to be Bosun and no one had yet beaten Higear. The chains draped from his ears where leathal weapons and his skinning knife was as deadly a weapon as any. Orel had seen his cabin next to his and it was filled with fur and heads, he was one mean bastard of a rat and Orel loved him for it.

"Gonna get some wrestling going, winner gets a slave to fuck. Going to do the same for arm wrestling." He paused to watch as two of the wrestling rats broke off panting and laughing jovially, his eyes roved over the crowd and fixed on Yed. Higear wasn't fooled; he knew Orel was thinking up something wicked. "Bring up one of the warriors we captured, that big squirrel. I want to goad Yed into combat with him, he needs to come down a peg or three before the captain hears about how he acts and keelhauls him."

Higear grinned and nodded, "Aye'll go get em now mate, you set up tha crew," he glanced at Yed and chuckled, "Can I have his corpse when you're done 'rel He'd make good boots." Laughing the strange fur clad rat headed towards the main hatch and vanished down into the companion way.

Orel wandered over to the middle of the deck and jumped up onto a crate, calling the crew to some sense of order Orel announced the competitions. These where met with wild cheering and raised tankards especially when the prizes where announced and right on queue strutted out before everyone by Higear.

The first bout of wrestling went well, grunting, sweating, tussling pairs of rats on the deck, being egged on by the rest of the crew not taking place. Then the arm wrestling began, set at the large table it went rapidly down hill, with several short and nasty fights breaking out over accusations of cheating and fowl play. Orel left Higear and a few of his slave masters to restore some semblance of order though Tarben did loose half an ear though to Orel's relief everyone kept weapons sheathed. He'd hate to have to go get the captain out of his cabin because some moron had drawn a knife and killed someone. The captain hated having to come out and kill the murderer to restore order, only one person got to kill the crew and that was the captain and sometimes the first mate.

Holding up his paws Orel grinned down at the crew, "Ok I got ya one more entertainment, we got one of them squirrel warriors from tha village all ready to wrestle fer his freedom." He winked at that which set off a bout of laughter. "So who is gonna step up an take im."

There was some muttering from the crowd and a few heated exchanges until one of the slave handlers shouted out. "Yed, he should do it," The cry was taken up by others and finally Yed stumbled forwards and growled up at Orel.

"Ok aye'll do it, ye bunch a wusses, aye'll show you know landloving tree fucking squirrel is gonna beat on Yed." The rat handed his cutlass and shirt over to one of the others who stepped back, letting Yed into the ring that had formed up for this match.

Orel remained leaning on the mast from his perch atop the crates, watching as Higear and a slave handler forced the squirrel up onto deck. He'd been cleaned up, his fur slicked back with grease and oil to make the red fur glow in the lamp light and then he'd been given a simple loincloth, tattered and ragged to tie about his waist.

He looked angry and ready to lash out except he was unarmed and the rats all had weapons. He spat as he heard he was to wrestle one of the others or die and walked into the circle, the rats closed up the gap behind him as he dropped into a fighting crouch and started to circle slowly, ready to fight the over-confident fool Yed.

The cheering and jostling of the crew increased as with a sudden flurry of movement the rat darted forwards, trying to catch the squirrel by surprise. The tree-climber however proved to be ready for just that, leaping to one side and letting Yed run straight into the edge of the ring. Paws grabbed hold of him and shoved him back into the fight, Orel laughed softly as Yed stumbled forwards, right into the encircling arms of squirrel, who tried to bare him down flat, squashing him beneath his heavily muscled bulk.

Yed twisted and pummelled his fists against the squirrel; he was trying to rolls them over, to get out from beneath the squirrel but with little success. With his legs locked around the rats' lower legs and his paws scrabbling in thick fur he was helplessly trapped beneath him.

Orel shouted out loudly, cheering alongside his crew mates as the squirrel slowly but surely pulled Yed's arms up and apart, struggling to lean his head forwards, sharp buck teeth searching for the unfortunate rats throat. Pausing in mid shout, Orel frowned, by the look of things Yed was about to have his throat ripped out by the woodlander. On the one hand he should stop it, but then, if he'd jumped down to get to the front and not seen it he could not be accountable for it. Yed had broken the code when he had gone to kill the cabin rat, you could jostle and have fun, you could fuck and rape and do whatever you pleased, but attempting to kill any of the crew simply because he had bested you in some fun was not on. Nodding to himself the larger rat jumped down from the barrel and pushed off into the crowd, moving around the mast so he would not be able to see, grinning as the roar of the crew indicated things where still not going Yed's way.

Struggling madly Yed shrieked in fury pushing up with all his strength, throwing the squirrel from on top of him with a grunt of effort. The captive squirrel rolled away to the edge of the surrounding ring of beasts and crouched low, flexing his claws as Yed approached again, running in a screaming fury at the out rage of this squirrel daring to harm him.

His eyes went wide with shock as the squirrel ducked under his guard and slammed a paw into his stomach, crushing all the wind from his body. Gurgling as he tried to draw a breath the helpless rat realised his mistake, in loosing his temper he'd given the squirrel the perfect chance to get the best of him. Drawing a ragged breath he tried to mount a defence but the squirrel had him now, an arm about his waist, baring him to the hard deck then the warmth of his jaws locking about his throat.

There was a pause then, Yed stared up into the eyes of the squirrel, burning bright with anger and loathing for the filthy creature he had pinned beneath him. The shouts and jeers of the rest of the crew intensified, wagers passing back and forth as Yed scrabbled at the squirrel's back, whimpering and trying to bread free. The squirrel's eyes narrowed to slits and he jerked his head back, jaws held firmly around his opponents wind pipe, tearing it free with a sickening squelch.

Silence descended on the crew at that, for one of their captives to kill the crew was unforgivable. Heads turned to look towards the barrels and crates where Orel had been stood but the first mate was no where in sight. As this dawned on them the rats started to cheer and laugh again, moving forwards en masse to pin the squirrel down, over powering him in a matter of moments, sure he fought back like a mad thing but faced with half of a crew of pirates he had no real chance.

Yed meanwhile lay on the deck, his heart pumping his blood onto the deck, back arched and paws clenched in pain as he died. The tap of paws on wood alerted everyone to Orel as he re-appeared shaking his head and looking down at the dead carcass of the trouble maker.

"Oh dear what a tragic accident, murdered by a slave attempting to escape, tsk tsk tsk." With a wicked smile he nudged the dead rat and clapped his paws, "Hoist it up by the ankles so it bleeds out proper then give it to the cook. I then want this deck scrubbed and sanded down before the captain gets back up."

He looked around and grinned, "Higear, the slaves yours take him away." The fur clad rat just grinned wickedly and hurried forwards with his slave drivers to take custody of the dazed squirrel, dragging him back down through the central hatch where Higear would deal with him.

Watching the squirrel dragged away, his foot paws twitching as the slaves where not the most gentle of beasts the rat laughed softly and turned back to the milling crew beasts.

"Well come on then, lets get back to the celebrating," he grabbed a tankard and the arm of the cook and swung him about in a circle. "Stoke up the stove Magda we want hot foot, fresh rat for dinner." Laughing he swatted the cook on the arse to get him going and grabbed the paw of another rat and started an erratic sea jig around the deck.

With an approving roar the crew launched themselves back into the celebration, drink flowing freely and the smell of roasting meat soon wafting over the deck as they gave into revelry and good time.

~fin