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"Listen closely, puppy," I leaned in and whispered to him. "You're going to get yiffed a lot if you become the cook here- have you figured that out yet?"

His eyes were confused for a moment, but then he must have realized that I was about to let him off the hook, because they lit up and he was nodding happily, even in front of the Captain, who could hear me as well. Nicholas' features went into a soft smile as he released the young Wolf from his grip.

I stood up and spread my paws wide. "I don't want anyone else to be imprisoned. It's the government's fault that he's in this situation, not his."

Justin stamped his paw down. "Damn it, that's not what this is about!"

"You're right, it's about him not having a home to go back to," the Captain finally started to back me up now that his authority was supported with a vote. "You should know how that feels, Justin. Can't you show a little mercy?"

The Otter turned and left without saying another word. The mad fox was close behind him, calling out, "Wait, did I ever ask if you wanted to take out your frustrations on me?"

The first officer was still standing and glowering at Andrew and me with equal levels of hostility.

"This ain't over, ye bitch. If I catch ye stealin' one more sweetroll- it's over the side with ye. And any of youse just try an' stop meh," he even shot a parting glare to the captain, who matched its intensity.

"Simon, it's time to go before we say something we really regret," the tipsy navigator started to pull on the Lynx with urgency, and they left, whispering conspiratorially.

The ship surgeon was the next to speak up. He looked over at me and nodded gracefully. "I see you still follow the right path, Elliot. Thank you."

The little Wolf spoke up as well, mumbling, "thank you," to me as well but sticking like glue to the captain. He looked over to the squirrel and mumbled his thanks to him, as well.

Raynn broke out into a huge smile and the tip of his bushy tail started to twitch cutely as he squeezed the Wolf on the shoulder. "Thank you for not fighting us when we found you. You did the right thing, kid."

The captain folded his arms and looked at the Wolf seriously. "Now let's get a few things sorted out. Can you try to work with Elliot on tracking everything you think you ate?"

"A piece of fruit and a roll, every day," the Wolf said sleepily as he looked up at me again.

Raynn gasped in shock. "You've got to be malnourished, no wonder you look so thin! Don't ask him a bunch of questions- let him sleep, by the Stars!" He threw up his paws and his tail swished into my face with the last exclamation. I calmly lowered it and handed it back to him, making him blush as I winked at the innocent squirrel.

"We'll let him sleep, don't worry. Right after he gets something to eat," I pulled a knife from my belt, to the Wolf's fright.

I cracked open a crate with the knife and revealed the slightly cold fruits inside. My magic could keep temperatures constant and stop the spread of disease, and it was understandably the most sought-after for travel. I even got an early parole because I worked so hard on my talents. I couldn't have been more lucky than to have been born with it.

"Here, these are my favorite," the Captain advanced and grabbed a bunch of deep red berries. The kind bear sat down on his knees, about level with the new crew member's face, and popped one into his mouth with a finger.

The Wolf blushed deeply and turned his head away from all of us, and the captain nodded to the squirrel. "We'll call you back if we need you, Raynn. I know you're on watch next. Thank you."

He looked at the Bear tenderly taking care of the Wolf, and a look that could only have been love spread across his face and dripped down over his whole body, making his tight muscles go soft. Raynn shrugged and left the storeroom, but not before pointing at the captain and saying, "But when I'm off the ropes, he's my charge, understand?"

Nicholas nodded again to him, feeding another berry to the Wolf despite (or perhaps because of) his embarrassment. I put my hands on my hips and watched both of them. The Captain turned to me next.

"Oh, are you going to ask me to leave, too?" I cut him off before he could say anything. "I need to at least be here to re-seal this crate." I pointed out the cold-crate I opened, which was starting to warm up again. He chuckled deeply.

"Actually, no. I wanted you two to work together, remember? Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked the Wolf, who was still averting his gaze.

"What? Where are you going?" Andrew suddenly snapped to attention, gobbling another berry quickly as soon as it was offered.

"I'm not going anywhere if you don't want me to," he scratched the Wolf under the chin briefly before standing up, offering him a paw. Andrew stood, as well, and they moved out of the claustrophobic trap and into the main store.

"I'll catch up in a moment," I said as I replaced the lid on the crate. With a brief moment of meditation, my magic enveloped the entire ship again, resetting all of the temperatures that I had envisioned for the day. Then, with another brief meditation, I extended the magic that prevented disease, as well.

I found them sitting on my bunk. The Wolf was leaning heavily- no, he was sleeping on the Bear. The Captain tenderly laid his head down so he could stand and walk over to me, whispering.

"Andrew's asleep. Can I talk to you about something?"

"Yeah, what?"

"Your little bookshelf here. Do you really think you can just drill holes in my ship for peeping?"

My mouth hung open as I shook my head, and then dejectedly tried to explain, "Simon-"

He put a finger to my lips and I quieted down. "Simon and Tyler were the ones who originally asked for it, I really honestly thought that you knew." My gut started to churn as he looked over at the now-covered hole and frowned angrily.

"Simon? He does like to humiliate... and Tyler, I know why he wants it. But don't you think it's a little unfair to Frederic?"

"Why? He said that he'd use it." I tried not to raise my voice as I continued to panic.

"What? No," the Bear shook his head, but then his eyes snapped back onto me. "Wait, was he drunk?"

"Of course he was. It's not like he's going to be sober when he's using it, either."

The Captain nodded again. "I can't really keep Frederic satisfied, so I suppose it's for the best. But... I mean... how does it work?" He was now scratching the back of his head sheepishly. My panic started to disappear as I saw that he was actually getting aroused by the concept.

I led him over and put two fingers out of the hole, saying, "whoever wants to can come back here, and signal like this. And when somebody sticks it through, you just... do your best."

"It looks like it's big enough to handle a knot, which was my first concern. But you don't know who it is?" He was scratching his chin thoughtfully now.

"I mean... me and Tyler pretty much know what everybody looks like, I guess. It might be a mystery for him," I jerked my head towards the young Wolf, and the bear chuckled.

"I didn't expect him to react the way he did when you said that. He's been sneaking around since we left port, so he probably knows what everyone looks like, too." The captain blushed just a tad at this, and I nodded back.

"I didn't think of that. Hell, he's probably seen more of Tyler than any of us do." I giggled as I imagined the one time I was able to peek at Tyler's massive package. "It's a pity that he pretends it doesn't exist most of the time."

"Oh, don't say that. Tyler's got his own preferences, and you should respect them. He's been through a lot." The Captain's voice started to raise, so I put a finger up to his mouth.

He smiled hugely, popping the last berry between my lips. "Right. Quiet. Well, remember that Auggie-

"Nevermind that." His face immediately fell into another deep frown. "If everyone on the ship but me already knows about it, then I don't have a problem with it. I wish Simon and Fred would talk with me about these things, we're supposed to be a team. Oh well, I have to talk with them about this Cook situation, anyways." He shrugged with one more casual look at the hole before turning to leave quickly.

I giggled as I saw the tent in his pants. "Well, maybe someone will be waiting when you're done. You can't snuggle afterwards, though," I jabbed at him with another giggle. Rather than acknowledging the joke, he nodded and gave me a pat on the head.

"Yeah, I get it. Focus on taking care of Andrew for now, okay?"

"Aye, Captain. I'll meditate here and re-do my magic until he wakes up, then we'll get started on supper." I saluted him as he tried his best to hide his erection and walked out of my quarters.

I checked on the young wolf, stealing a glance at his package by lifting up the belt of his shorts. It was smaller than Tylers- not that that was saying anything- but probably indistinguishable from Frederic. I licked my lips as I made sure he was properly asleep, and then prepared for casting.

I laid down on the ground on a carpet that I rolled out for comfort. Putting my paws at my sides, I took a few deep breaths and completed the first step of the process, clearing my mind of negative thoughts. Somehow, sex never really left my mind when I did celestial magic- so I could only assume that it was a positive thought.

The second step was making the pillar of light that un-stuck you from your past and future so that magic could flow into the present. I mentally drew a line down from the top of my head to my heart, closing off my past. I drew a line from the tip of my tail to my heart, closing off my future. The lines met and I started to draw magic out of my core and let it flow into the rest of my body.

It was a strange feeling to be filled with magic- something like a mix of weighing a thousand times more and sinking into the floor, and weighing a thousand times less and floating into the air. Gravity and Time are lovers, my mentor once told me. When you access your true self, you must ignore Time. When you have truly made Him useless, you will know because Gravity- She will stop talking to you. This is the wisdom of the celestial walkers.

I smiled gently as my heart evened out the energy of my body and I visualized the ship in a bubble of my personal light, extending it past the tips of my fingers into the ground below me and out of my lips into the air above me.

Before I knew it, the spell architecture was laid down and I was back in the domain of Time and Gravity again. I sighed and took a few more peaceful breaths, listening to the sleeping Wolf, finally calm.

Free from the fear of my crew mates again, I thought of who I would tell about the Captain's plan to use the glory hole and smiled hugely.

CHANGE CHARACTER: NICHOLAS

I was ready to try out Elliot's new toy, but I knew that there were tempers to calm first. I knew that Justin would eventually come over to our side, he just needed more time. If I could keep him away from Simon, though, he would be kept out of whatever the first officer was inevitably planning.

I had almost knocked on the door when I heard a voice coming from the other side. I decided to just listen in and see what he was talking about, but quickly regretted it.

"Yeah, call me a bitch! You big hunk of a fur!" It was Tyler's voice. I slapped my forehead with a paw as the rest of the muffled exchange drifted out into the hall.

"You take it like a little bitch!" With that, a series of thumping sounds started up that could only be the Otter's specially-reinforced bunk.

"Yeah, fuck me like a bitch! Fuck, I love that! Fuck me!"

I folded my arms as the sounds continued. It was a bit of good luck that Justin actually took up the fox on his offer. He would probably be busy for a while, judging by how much noise the two were making.

I left the sounds behind as I went to the end of the hall, where the first officer's quarters stood. The Lynx was poring over a sheet of parchment and writing something down with a piece of charcoal pencil.

As I expected, the navigator was there, complete with a flask of grog. He was laying out his magical map over the ground with rune magic and swaying slightly against the pitch of the ship.

He stumbled, and when his front paw hit the ground, the magical map stuttered and then degraded into thousands of tiny runes that faded from existence. His paw lifted up, revealing the last of the glowing runes before the lantern light hit them and they faded, as well.

"You drunken git! Come on, then, wot are yeh doin'? I need yer-"

"C- C- C- C- Captain Nicholas! I, er, uh..." the Dog sat on the ground, akwardly crossing his footpaws. "Hello, Sir."

"Hello, Fred. It's time for you to sober up for your watch now."

"Rijuar!" he slurred at me, then saluted and said a little more clearly, "Right you are, Captain." He stumbled out of the room as my first officer and I turned to face each other.

"I don'-"

"No. I'm not here to talk about that. I know how you feel about Wolves. But maybe you should think twice before using your new toy, in that case?"

"New... oh, bloody stars! That! Are you mad about that? You?"

"I'm not mad about it, Simon. But I want to know everything that's happening on my ship from now on." I glared him down, and he finally broke his gaze with me, looking down at the floor.

"Aye, Cap'n." His pencil had dropped to the ground, forgotten, as he stretched and stood up. "Well, I need to catch some more sleep, since I got woke up fer no reason."

"I think you do need more sleep. See you tomorrow." I turned and walked out, covering his lantern as I left. He made a weak sound as I did, but didn't summon the voice to argue.

With a sigh of relief, I stomped onto the deck of the ship to watch the sun rising. In my head, I started to re-arrange the way the watches would work. I cursed to myself as I realized that the Wolf was going to have to be taught how to sleep properly- that always took about a week to get used to.

I shielded my eyes from the sun with a paw and contemplated who would be the most open to my morning erection. I could have laughed out loud as I remembered what Elliot said as I left the store room- there was probably someone waiting for me down there right now.

I coughed heartily and stomped down below deck, and as I turned the corner to the bilge, I heard something of a scramble and saw a finger poke out of the hole and beckon me with a wag. I unbuttoned my trousers nervously, looking around even though I knew no one else was around. My erection leapt out of the bounds excitedly, and I stroked it a few times, until it was fully engorged. I got the sudden urge to look through the hole, but I could only see the open mouth of some unknown fur waiting for me. I felt a little guilty as I moved my groin to connect with the wall, but my shaft was practically begging for it.

I put it through with one final nervous glance behind me, and my entire manhood was sucked forcefully in by the powerful muzzle behind the hole. My balls were next as my unseen partner grabbed on to them and used my sack to pull me closer. I gasped and sucked my stomach in a little as I spread my legs, compensating for my height as my hips thrust themselves against the wall.

Once I was situated comfortably, the fur on the other side of the wall withdrew their mouth from the tip of my member and moved down to my dangling balls, licking them and sucking on them one at a time. Soon, they had both balls in their mouth and were suckling happily away while their paw stroked my member recklessly.

The stroking stopped, and a mouth found its way back onto the tip of my member and started to suck me off. Their tongue drew a pattern all the way down to- I almost withdrew myself in shock as I realized that two mouths were on me. I had thought for sure that Elliot would keep our conversation private, but that was clearly not the case. Who else would be behind there? Tyler was busy, and no other fur was into threesomes.

Including myself! I always tried to take the time to make sure my partner was as satisfied as possible. But this was an entirely new sensation. With the way they were situated, it had to be very crowded, and I could tell that they were bumping into each other. I couldn't help but chuckle internally as I felt a particularly bad knock to the head of the fur sucking on my balls.

An unidentifiable giggle accompanied the cold sensation of both mouths leaving me. Before I had time to think, four paws were attacking my head, shaft, and both balls. Then, an expert mouth slid itself all the way down my shaft and started deepthroating me with gusto. A gasp from the other side was quickly followed by a renewed attack on my dangling balls.

Even though it was the same set-up as when they first started, the two furs had found their calling by switching places. A torrent of wet licks all over my sack made it tighten up as they prepared to unload into the other fur's mouth. My hips started to hump the hole viciously- I rarely felt sex as a physical sensation rather than an emotional one, and my body was going mad as its orgasm built.

I tried to stay quiet, but not one of the three of us involved could hold back at least a gasp or a whine as I came. After the first blast unloaded into the stomach of the expertly-deepthroating fur, he pulled my member out in an instant and put his paw on me instead. I felt two right paws jerking, almost twisting, me as they grabbed on and vied for the remaining blasts of cum. My whole body shook, my buttons rattling against the wall not overpowering the wet sound of a furs licking me and swallowing my seed.

The mouths were on me again as my orgasm died down, the last few jets getting all over their noses and chins as their tongues intertwined on my manhood. I gasped as the pleasant sensations died down and the mouths started to become abraisive, and started to pull out before one of them grabbed on to me again and pulled me back. He stroked me slowly and just licked the tip clean, then he must have offered it to the other fur. He also gave me a few licks to clean up, and swallowed all the cum that had splattered onto my shaft and balls. I still felt their paws on me as I heard the two furs licking each other clean, as well.

After a quick wipe with a cloth, like stimulating a newborn cub, I recieved two small kisses and then they released me, and I pulled my still-raging erection out of the hole. One of them gave a sad, whiny sigh as I did, while the other must have been the one to put the shelf back in place, hiding the hole again. Even with it blocked off, I could still hear the sound of the two furs licking the cum off of each other's faces and necks, and swapping it between their mouths. I chuckled and tucked my still-dripping member into the leg of my pants as I tried to ignore the sick sloppy sounds.

The entire experience was strange, but incredible. I had only been with two furs on one occasion before that; and it was an /entirely/ unpleasant episode. But knowing that it was just two men in love with my cum- not trying to suck up to their captain for favors or just letting me have my way with them- just knowing that made it different. My erection still refused to let up, even after such a powerful release.

I decided that it would be for the best if I walked away calmly, and did just that. I stumbled onto the deck, re-adjusting myself as I stood up straight, and saw Justin sitting on the deck railing and staring out into the sea. I chuckled to myself as my mind automatically said, not him. Of course, the muscular Otter acted more like a brother than a lover to me, and he had just satisfied his frustrations on the ship's mage. I started to approach him, but decided against it, the tent in my pants not showing any signs of collapsing soon.

I got back to my quarters and staggerred to my bed, quickly pulling off my pants to let my erection free again. I breathed a sigh of relief and stroked it a couple of times, trying to calm it down with thoughts about the ship.

The Wolf. That didn't help at all- I just remembered how he reacted when Elliot brought up the fact that so much yiffing happened on the ship. The way he sucked on my finger as he ate the last berry I offered him. And, somehow, the first word that he said to me being "Daddy" was... strangely arousing. Probably because my surgeon had taken up calling me "Papa Bear" as a pet name.

He was going to have to deal with Frederic and Simon antagonizing him, but they probably wouldn't dare do it while I was around. If he proved himself to be a hard worker that could follow orders, I was sure that the Lynx's attention would turn back to the Fox, who couldn't follow an order or keep to a task to save his life.

As for the Dog... it was hard to say. He seemed harmless enough, but he was in the standing army for over five years. When he got drunk, he got horny- maybe if Andrew took a shine to him and they started to have a sexual relationship, he would be more accepting of him. But that was no guarantee. The map that he was looking at, at least from what I could tell, was a map of the Isle Braitia, our last stop before going into Wolf waters. That means that whatever plan Simon was cooking up, we had about two more weeks to douse the fire.

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