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The Pirates of Jahaliya

In a picturesque archipelago, a strong breeze blew from a sky beautiful with a patchwork of clouds and clear, vast blue openness.

A tall ship cut through the straits, confidently heading to the shipping lanes for its quarry. This ship was The Coming Storm, the pirate scourge of the seas whispered about and dreaded for its ferocity and guile.

It was also being followed by a set of shadows skimming along the surface.

These shadowers belonged to a beluga pod, loyal troops of the Cetan nation on an intern assignment. It was a simple task for such nondescript sea creatures, but their newly promoted sergeant, Trois, was making the most of it.

"Ok, follow the ship without looking like you're following it."

"How do we do that, Sarge?" a podmate answered sarcastically.

"I don't know, swim casual like you always do!"

"I forgot how I swim!"

"Don't worry, Sir! The ship's well within my sensing range," answered a special member with his own enthusiasm. He was a narwhal, one of the great horned Cetans on southern assignment.

"That's Sergeant, Private Iqaluit, but thank you for that."

"Yes, Sergeant!"

"Shh! Those surface dwellers might not listen underwater, but there's no sense making it any easier!"

"Sorry!"

Another beluga could resist no longer, "Actually, I didn't think we could shadow at this kind of distance. Iqaluit, you're saying that horn is a sensory aid?"

"Yep, and I can get lunch with it too!"

"Whoa, I thought you guys jousted with it for the girls!"

"Only for the best girls. It's a big tooth, and damaging it hurts like Hell!"

"That's why you give them the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth!"

"Private, cease with the puns!"

"Looks like someone can't handle the tooth."

"Save the comedy for your furlough!" interjected Sgt. Trois, "This was all covered in the briefing! Maintain your pace!"

"Yes, Sergeant," the pod carefully responded as they swam with practiced casualness, letting their subject approach the open sea.

However, Sgt. Trois had additional business as they proceeded. "Iqaluit, what are you reading from that ship?" he asked.

"Well, Sergeant, before I can answer, can you tell me if it's had any armed engagements recently?"

"Negative. According to Intelligence, that ship has been held up at its secret island cove for a few weeks for maintenance."

"Then I'm picking up something really concerning from that ship, and now it doesn't make sense."

Sgt. Trois arched an eye, the beluga muttering, "What kind of reading..." but a sideways glance cut that query off. "On second thought, you can explain it to the Lieutenant. She's inbound from the Starboard. But first..."

Sure enough, as the whole pod shifted their gaze, a sleek bottlenose porpoise arrived with her own pod. As briefed, they were not in their military harnesses for this scout mission, so security measures were called for.

"Hail & Identify!" barked Trois as he blew a water ring to the dolphin. As he hoped, the dolphin took the ring in her mouth and set it into a spin, twisting it into an infinity symbol before biting off a section as the countersign.

With that formality, the pods joined the same direction with the officer lining up with the Sergeant, "Greetings! Lt. Currenta of the 12th High Seas troop. Anything to report?"

"Yes, Sir! Private Iqaluit has detected an anomaly with our subject!"

"Did he now?" responded the officer as she turned to the narwhal. "Well Private, Report!"

With greenie nervousness, the private girded his loins for his big moment, "Well, Sir, Ma'am, Sir, I am detecting a strangely large amount of blood with the ship, but it hasn't seen any action for some time according to Intel."

The dolphin officer tilted her head as she turned to Sgt. Trois, "Really? Is there any evidence of any kind of violence on board?"

"Nothing, that pirate crew is the quietest behaved bunch in that regard, at least I've ever heard of. Could be some evil ritual to summon a God of the Underworld, but even those can get pretty loud."

"And yet..." pondered the Officer. "Private, can you tell me anything else about your readings?"

"Yes, the blood trace has a strange tinge to it, like it was mixed with something else. It's uniform! But unfamiliar."

"Dark dealings indeed. All of you here, maintain your pace. I'm going in for a closer look."

"Yes, Sir!" answered her Second and Sgt. Trois as Lt. Currenta kicked ahead.

For a few minutes, the pods kept their profiles submerged as much as they could as they nervously waited for a commotion on the ship signaling a blown shadow and a looming chew-out from their commanding officers.

Mercifully, Lt. Currenta returned with satisfied confidence. "Private, you have an amazing horn as a scout! It took some concentration to sense that blood presence you mentioned even that close, but I think I figured out what it is."

"Yes, Sir?" responded Sgt. Trois and Currenta explained. "You see, females of most every live-birth species ..." At that, the beluga pod, a species know for easily-read expressive faces, all wrinkled up like frosted raisins at the revelation, with a narwhal doing his level best to emulate it.

"Oh, straighten up your faces and grow up! It's a normal biological function, and it's also the final clue we need!"

With that, Lt. Currenta turned to her second, "Sgt. Mericon, keep following and send a messenger to headquarters in a day to report its movements! I'm going there now to report. Here's hoping that foxy spymaster appreciates this."

"Err, Lieutenant..." Coughed Sgt. Trois as the group entered the open sea.

"Right, Sergeant, you are relieved and good work!" responded as she began the journey back as her unit resumed the shadow, leaving a somewhat winded beluga pod gratefully behind.

With that, Sgt. Trois turned to his men, "Outstanding work, men! Especially you, Iqaluit, you might make the Honour Guard yet!

"Beauty!" responded the narwhal impulsively.

"Just don't get an even bigger head to match that horn! Until then, High Huddle!"

The pod eagerly rushed together for a little self-congratulation, but anatomical realities got in the way.

"Ow! Iqaluit, watch where you point that thing!"

"Sorry. It points where I watch."

***

"There it is; just where the Cetans said it would head," said Harem Slut Tina, collapsing her spyglass in her palm. The muscular skunk stood stark naked aside from a pair of thigh-high boots rolled down to her shins, a tasteful red harness framing her breasts and slit, and for flair a tri-cornered hat with a feather fashioned like a skunk's tail stuck into the brim.

A waist-long cape flowed from her shoulders, sparkling in the bright red and gold of Jahaliya.

On either side of her stood her lovers, cats Vin and Brath, who wore tan suede thongs that cradled their balls and left their sheaths open, and matching tan slippers on their footpaws. Vin had a jingle bell affixed to the end of his tail, and Brath wore a collar with a clear shining crystal hanging from it.

"Um, guys?" came a voice from Brath's crystal, "I told you where the ship was fifteen minutes ago."

"Just where they said it'd be!" said Tina again, which made the crystal groan.

Underwater, trailing the ship by mere several yards, swam otter Slut Corsi with a select escort. Cosi adjusted her iron lung, thankful that Graham managed to refine the air mix, considering her company's presence. She was a river otter, not a seal.

Corsi squeezed the glowing crystal in her paw tight, angry enough to break it, but a few Newtons short of being able to. "Of the competent, their efforts are expected," she muttered to herself. "And of the idiots, the merest spark is venerated."

"Oh, hold on," crackled Corsi's crystal. "Sailfish wants a parade, first. Then we can get on with the mission."

"Tina!" the otter squeaked at her crystal.

"Come on, bitch," chuckled the skunk, "we know you're the best at what you do. Want me to get down on my knees and lick your pussy?"

There were a couple of approving male purrs in the background.

"I'll have you singing my praises right into my cervix, you boarding school dropout."

The crew laughed, above and below, and Corsi grinned, teeth out. "Just land the vessel, you professional drowners."

Tina laughed, gave Brath a kiss on the mouth, and signaled the helmsman to take the airship down.

***

"Ballistas and swords at the ready, mateys," said a muscular vixen, her curly, dark raven hair whipping over her face and covered bosom. She kept her hat on her head with a firm paw, and the other tossed her rapier in loops as if it were a pencil.

"We have science-tech Jahaliyans off the port-bow, and they're here to inseminate every last one of us."

Her crew sprang to attention and armed their weapons for this parley.

The vixen captain pushed her flowing waist sashes aside as she pulled from a side satchel a document delivered by an all-black male bat, completely nude, that had been sporting a shining brass horn and a plump pink cock.

"At your and Crown Prince of Jahaliya Ryoga Miscon's Leisure!" the document declared, "if you fine pirates prowling the Myscindyr Coast would lend a juicy morsel of your time to converse with my escorts! We have a proposal of possible interest..."

"Goddamn parley," snarled the vixen, "Pirate code is merely a set of guidelines ... until they can back it up. Warmongers and whoremongers, the lot of them."

The airship was at first only a dot on the horizon, and the crow's nest crow was quick enough to spot it before the pirates had continued on their mission, a simple prowl over the seas for more ill-gotten gains from the Poacher Queen. The ships had been many, their plunder great, but if the Captain had to clean off one more pawful of blood-soaked doubloons and scuttle another ship of carcasses, she would give the whole thing up and truly become a scourge of the sea.

Now, the airship hovered down and matched speeds with the ship, and with a simple flick of her paw the Captain had crewmates of all creature-types clambering up the rope ladders to roll up the sails.

Both ships slowed to a crawl, and then the airship extended a gangplank that her pirate crew accepted and attached to the side of their own.

The Captain folded her arms across her breast, covered by a crimson collared shirt made of pure purloined Perslaman silk.

Across the gangplank came a largely nude, remarkably stocky female skunk with a harlot boytoy lover on either side of her. A few guards, also nude and of either sex, joined them, walking in the perfect formation of an imperial guard.

The vixen heard a purr of surprise from one of her crewmates; the fox's countenance soured as she glared death into her insubordinate. The Captain's fur spiked as the near-nude courtesan strutted her degenerate slut-boots across the vixen's fine, polished deck.

"Ryoga's escort, I presume," said the Captain, her saliva tasting as venom.

The skunk's neck tendons flexed as she caught the full meaning of it, but she managed a smile all the same. Surely the same smile she used on a thousand filthy penises while glutting herself on their fluids. "That's right. Tina of Jahaliya, Honorable Harem Slut," she said, giving a curtsy with the one scrap of fabric she had upon her, a cape.

"Ha!" said the Captain, then continued before the skunk could look pissed. "But you are a rich monarchy willing to wave your egos about," she continued, making a marked look down at the skunk's enormous breasts while simultaneously fluttering her thumb against her forefingers. "And money is the one pure thing in this world, once the blood's been washed off it. How may I help you?"

Brath heard it over his crystal and quickly put his paw over it to muffle the sound. "Wow, listen to Brigand Bitch there," growled Corsi.

"Hold," whispered Brath, "in her accusations, there is both slander and truth."

The impudent skunk crossed her arms under her buxom breasts and lifted them up. The Captain heard a few more mewls and murrs from her crew, but only turned an ear to them and noted which ones to be scolded later.

"Just as the note says," informed Slut Tina. "You'll like this deal."

The vixen steeled her jaw, particularly hating that stylish, newly-made, never-used tri-corner hat on the landlubber's head. "One wonders if you'd make the same statement if clothed properly. Jahaliya is all hypnotism, the groggy grog of lust drunk heartily with subsequent hangovers of the spirit," she said, tapping her heart. "Should you double-cross us, we shall claim our debt from your deprecation of culture and inflation of pleasure."

Her crew brandished their swords at her words, flashing shiny steel and catching a few rays of sunlight.

"Someone's a junior economist," the skunk snarked. Tina's chest heaved, though it was more in frustration than any sort of seduction. She walked back a few paces to her lovers, where she whispered to them, "The Intel's correct, so far. You think their Cycle's all synced?"

Vin snorted at this, the jingle bell on his tail tinkling. "I don't know, but the perfume is really thick here." he whispered. "Bet it's part of their cover too."

The vixen Captain snarled and threw her sword, which landed only a yard from Tina's feet, hilt bobbing and gleaming in the sun.

The Jahaliyan guards advanced, swords brandished, which rang out in two-score of pirate swords also being raised.

Tina frowned at Vin. "Sweetie, you have to hold it in if I'm going to make danger-casual dialogue." Then plucked the sword from the deck with one paw and carried it handle-first, by the blade, back to the Captain. "Should we take this to the cabin before your remaining blood boils?"

The vixen noted that, were she to slam the hilt forward, it would go right into the slut-skunk's chest. But there was a voice in the back of her head that said the skunk's grip might stop the sword cold.

"Should the blood boil," said the Captain, daintily taking the sword from the skunk and sheathing it, "our corpses, all, shall make a demonic stew."

Tina smirked, then wiped her paw off on her thigh, leaving a smear. "You know, you're irritating, but I like you."

The vixen's eyes sparkled as she turned on toe and heel toward her cabin. Her crew parted, and for show raised their swords high and crossed them to make a shining steel archway. "I might say the same for you, Jahaliyan. If you fight as well as you talk, I should be in danger. You're sloppy, but effective."

Vin snorted again and Brath covered his crystal as Corsi uttered colorful metaphors from beneath the boat.

Tina's knuckles popped, but she couldn't stop staring at the muscular vixen's tight, taut, and clothed rear end.

***

"Drink? Tobacco?" the Captain asked in her chambers.

"Don't drink, don't smoke," said Tina, reclining in a spring-articulated wooden chair. "Fake pleasure now for real depression later." The fixtures in this room were quietly lavish in an old-naval sort of way, easily a century old but excellent in their function. The globe in the corner was at least fifty years out-of-date in its countries. Tina frowned when she saw Jahaliya scratched out and stabbed with a dagger. Also,

The Captain fumbled her decanter. "Oh. Is that a fact?" she asked, then poured the second glass into the first, carrying her pipe to the center table on which a long map lay with several graphite markings.

Tina winked, rocking in her chair. She shook her chest at the Captain. "We've got stronger stuff to keep us tipsy, remember?"

"Tipsy with back problems," said the vixen, lighting her pipe. She took a draught, then blew a cloud. "At least it's all-natural, I suppose. Why this clandestine parley?"

"Says so in the note," said Tina. "We have an offer of mutual benefit."

The vixen grinned, the arc of her eyebrows turning it into a bemused sneer. "Yes, but even in an orgy, you have the outliers and you have the sacrificial whore. Mutuality is a clusterfuck where everyone winds up sore, sticky, and guilty, but someone in the center gets it most of all. Why our ship?" she asked, then took a long sip of her amber whisky.

"Well, your crew's all female," said Tina.

A bright copper shower of liquid sprayed over the table and map as the Captain spat out her drink, then set it down and drew a dagger with one deft motion. She stabbed it into the table, and by that point all her crewmates had redrawn their swords. "What?!" she barked, then held up a paw as her first mate, a coyote, pulled her crossbow back. "How did you know?"

Vin held his paws to his muzzle while Brath put his paw over his face. It was a bad line for Tina to lead with, but his mate had never steered wrong before. She didn't steer at all, really: Tina just blustered into things.

Tina shrugged. "We track all sorts of vessels in Jahaliyan territories. There was ... an awful lot of blood coming from a non-PQ ship. I remember being on the rag myself, before the Blessing," she said, nonchalantly crossing her paws behind her head and spreading herself out.

The Captain's jaw flexed, but the fox did not further emote.

Tina continued, "So we figured that your crew had to have a fuck-ton of females. As in a metric-ton, not one hundred fifty-seven wombs to bear wolf-pups."

The coyote's crossbow creaked and the vixen shook her head.

"You're off by three," said the Captain, "we recently had a bad run-in with a rogue dolphin gang."

Tina nodded. "Condolences."

"How did you figure it out? You didn't collect the blood, have a frenzy of sharks count the liters?"

"Shit, that would have been easier," mumbled Tina, then shook her head. "No, no. Just a smart spymaster. Fox like yourself, but gay, much more ..."

The vixen put up a paw. "I've only now gotten used to your casual nudity. But you can leave. Thank you, but we are doing fine, bloody discharges and all."

Tina lurched up in her seat, the wooden thing creaking, and for all the violence of her gesture, the Captain merely sipped her whisky and smoked her pipe.

"But we need you!" said Tina, "And ... you would do very well by us!"

The vixen slammed her free fist on the table, her drink splashing from its cup. She waited until her crew and the echo of the slam died down. "Do you know how many landfalls, over the years, we've had to make for quick adoptions from unscrupulous crew members taking one ride too many on the cock carousel? How many orphans that the indiscretions of lust have caused? A coterie of bastards is all that rampant sex is good for!"

The skunk's tail bristled at that cruel reality. "Goddess, I didn't know."

"We don't need your lust. And especially because Prince Miscon wants us for being all-female, all plush, sensuous cunts for him to plumb? No means no, unless it comes from me. Then it's Hell no."

"No, no, that was a bad start!" protested Tina. Brath groaned behind her and she smacked him in the stomach, winding him. Vin giggled and she pinched his sheath, making him yelp.

The Captain continued to smoke and drink, eyes shading in contempt and a touch of intoxication.

"If your spirit cannot be pure out-of-the-gate, I hardly expect it to catch up. This is a fast vessel and a swift crew."

"What I meant was," said Tina, "what I should have led with, is that we heard rumors of an all-female pirate crew raiding a certain ship. We started with this noble act, and then worked backwards to the all-pussy patrol."

"We've made hundreds of raids. If you'd like to grant us a reward in gold, spices or silks, you can leave it on the deck."

The skunk groaned. "Steer your altruism in our direction, and we'd consider it. Or better yet, why not join us? Captain, if I may know your name?"

The vixen crossed her booted feet and set them on the table. "I thought you'd be better spies 'n that."

Vin reached under his harness and produced a folded-up wad of parchment. Tina stole it from him and he made many nervous protestations; she opened the document and saw amateur artwork of a female skunk getting railed by two familiar-looking cats with crude droplets spraying from poorly-drawn penises.

Tina laughed and flashed the picture at the Captain, who herself could not help but chuckle before taking another hit of her pipe. "You have good, simple men," she said with the drunkenness of amusement.

"How do you know they're good?" Tina asked.

The Captain vixen bobbed her muzzle toward Vin, then at Brath, who was deeply frowning as he massaged his eyelids. "They're humiliated, but they patiently attend to you. Ah!" she interrupted herself, pulling out a spyglass to look across the table, "if you would look at the scribble in the upper-right corner, you'll see it."

The muscular skunk did a quick scan of the room, of Vin and Brath, of the Captain, and of the guards. Was everyone smarter than her? The skunk flipped the paper. "Hmm. Kathryn O'Grael?"

The vixen smiled and extended her paws, pipe in one and whisky in the other.

Tina scowled, folded the paper up, and slid it into Vin's sheath. The cat protested with a mrowl, but the skunk ignored it and patted the handy cock-pocket. "Handy spywork, men" she said. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"It's good to entertain guests, and to be entertained," said the vixen. "You Jahaliyans are surprisingly humble for the shameless sex peddlers that we suspect you to be."

"Will you hear us out, then?"

The vixen shook her head, taking a final sip of her whisky and setting the glass down. "It's too much, too much. We adopt a bohemian lifestyle, soon we will be too stoned off of sex to stop the first barbarian horde from traipsing and 'raipsing' through here."

Tina folded her arms, cracking her knuckles on the opposing biceps. "I insist it's not as you say."

The Captain opened her mouth but Tina pushed. "I promise. I guarantee, as the water's wet and this wood is hard. The sex enlivens us, and on top of that, the Goddess' Blessing--"

Tina saw the Captain yawning and switched gears. "Goddess damn it, Captain O'Grael, will you look at the golden sparkling hoard laid out before you! Speak to our Prince--the wolf directly!--and if he can't convince you, we will willingly let you go. And we will give you a few more layers of clothing so that you can complete your aquatic convent," the skunk snarked, gaining from more than a few guards a surprised snarl of offense.

The Captain drew her rapier and stabbed it into the table. Narrowing her eyes, the fox flashed a few fangs as she smirked. "You impudent cunt; you lassie of lassitude. I wouldn't meet with your cock-loose Prince of Prostitutes 'lest he was strapped to a torture rack. Sure he'd enjoy it," she said as she crossed the other boot over the first, "but he doesn't rule The Coming Storm."

"Love the ship's name," said Tina, "and you got yourself a deal!"

"I'm sorry?" said O'Grael.

"Have your worst torture rack set up!" said Tina. "But make sure the wood is varnished and that any iron spikes are polished to a sheen."

A cat cleared his throat by Tina's left ear and Brath leaned over, crystal twinkling in the light of the cabin. "He's not going to agree to this; crazy ideas have to be his own," he whispered.

Tina tugged that crystal and the air distorted around the cabin; suddenly a crystal ball of pure light appeared above Tina's head and then floated to the center of the table.

O'Grael's guards went into high alert and aimed their crossbows and rapiers at the device: the Captain was just about to order the fire when Prince Miscon's grinning lupine face appeared in the sphere.

"It was actually my idea," the sensuous voice murred over the arcane wavelengths. "Contracts and gambits do not usually go paw-in-paw, but you pirates do love a little bit of honour wagered in agreements, now don't you? A little good faith in the pot."

The vixen's eyes were wide, but so was her smile as she rested her head against two pointed black fingers. "Good faith or not, this is reckless, your Highness." she said against the spectre, "Don't think our pity will endear us to you."

"Of course not, as you have not mastered your renegade sensibility," echoed the spectre's voice, "I shall have my Harem bodyguards to ensure you don't mess up. Fear me none; Tina is the one who engineered this entire caper."

Her guards and first mate steeled their weapons and bared their teeth; they hovered around the Captain like agitated flies. The vixen herself took her boots off the table and leaned toward the crystal. "Sure, sure. That seems fair. How soon?"

Teeth filled the crystal ball and the voice echoed around the room. "Now would be good."

At first it was just a buzz, like an annoying gnat just within ear's range, and then it grew heavier and thicker until it filled their very awareness. The skunk seemed to grin behind her steepled paws as the heavy, bassy thrum of an airship vibrated the deck and the water below, shadowing everything outside the cabin.

A rope dropped and then landed a wolf in gold-rimmed black boots ending just below his knee, a cape of rich red gleaming like ground rubies, and a silver band around his forehead that caught the light in one focused band.

"My Goddess, we will keep you on a leash!" groused a voice from above as a busty lioness in a harness, thigh-high boots, and none else rappelled down after him, landing behind him as he preened his fur.

A bunny sporting a short magic wand followed, and then another bunny with a bow. The first commented, "Reckless, sire, but we will follow you into any headache!" while the second said, "The worse you make it for us, the better we get!"

"How many more of--" started the Captain, but then a voice from outside yelped, "Cannonball!" and the outside members took cover.

A gray mass plummeted toward the deck and crashed into it; everyone flinched before they saw that same ball bounce off the deck with zero damage to the wood. It then unwrapped itself and landed, feet first, as a slender raccoon female with only a leather harness.

"Just me!" cheered the strange, invincible girl.

The Captain walked out of her cabin, past all the girls, and removed her hat to bow to Ryoga. "Past the fantastic propaganda show, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness. Kathryn O'Grael, Captain of The Coming Storm," she said, extending a paw.

It was difficult not to look down at his sheath, but he held himself with such perfect poise that it seemed he was fully clothed. "If only I didn't have fifty other perfect foxes in my kingdom, I would be dumbstruck," the Prince said with a grin, then took her paw into his and kissed its knuckles.

Captain O'Grael felt a tingle in her groin and another in her free, clawed paw. "You, ehm. We have a contractual gambit to discuss?"

"Ah, yes; the rigors of politics. Pleasurable business before busy pleasures, is that right?"

O'Grael drew her sword and leveled it at the Prince's throat. Harem Sluts went up in arms, as did the Captain's Crew. "Quit with the stalling and get on the rack, your highness!"

Ryoga shot up with his paws raised and couldn't help get a rise from his groin as well. "I accept your hospitality, Captain."

***

The Prince was escorted to the Captain's Quarters, which in no large matter of time had been stripped of all its furniture and populated instead by imposing wooden scaffolds reaching up to the ceiling. With a swift blow to the back of his knees, Ryoga fell to his paws and froze as his royal cape was torn from his shoulders, ripped in two, with the fragments of the expensive fabric thrown in his face.

Tina rushed forward but the clang of crossed swords halted her progress. "What the fuck are you doing to him?" she shouted.

"It's fine; all part of the show!" Ryoga said, stumbling around in darkness, trying to keep his tail out from between his naked legs.

He rolled to his back, struggling out of the mask, and felt his boots stripped from him. Blinded, he gasped as one boot struck him in the stomach, thrown back at him, and then yelped as his circlet was stripped from his head and dashed against the floor with a metallic clang.

Oh dear, they've done this before, he thought.

When he ripped the cape from his face, priceless and ruined, his cock sprang to attention to see Captain O'Grael in fetish leathers, a tight corset propping up her vulpine breasts and exposing them. While she wore panties, the crotch was gone, showing the vixen's shiny and soft black-lipped pussy. Her tail wagged behind her, and she stood in place tossing a riding crop between her leather-gloved paws. Fishnets rode all the way up to her thighs, blending in with her black shin and footpaw fur before ending in deadly black heel-spike shoes.

Before he could retort, two of O'Grael's strongest crewmembers--brutes of females--grabbed him by the arms and strapped him up to the rack, spreading his arms and legs up and out to leave him completely vulnerable.

"I ..." Ryoga attempted, but the vixen slapped him across the face with her riding crop. The cabin rang out with the smack and subsequent yelp from the Prince. Springing to his defence, Tina punched one guard in the face before five more swords aimed at her breast and throat. She froze.

"Goddess' sake," Ryoga hissed through gritted teeth, cheek stinging and eyes hot with welling tears.

"Goddess can't save you here," said O'Grael, then took her riding crop and lifted his balls.

Tina slapped more swords away, which only seemed to create more aimed in her direction, a veritable hydra of steel. "Will you hear him out already?"

"Slut, be quiet!" Ryoga shouted, then howled as a black streak whipped across his testicles, sending stars to his eyes and hot electric pain through his groin.

"Slut?" said O'Grael with a sneer, strutting in her heels. "Be quiet." She looked incredible, white-furred, orange-framed white breasts plump and exposed, a tight black cunt pursed between her legs, flashing as she walked. But his balls felt like they'd been stabbed; Ryoga gasped for breath as he wondered just how long this pain would endure.

Somehow, his cock was not entirely hidden in his sheath.

O'Grael watched the wolf she'd hung up by his wrists, his head hanging down as he panted with his mouth open, noble, nude, and humiliated.

"Well?" asked Tina, "Is he humble enough for you?"

"Do you want to be strapped up, too, Slut?" snapped O'Grael, spinning around with her fists at her sides, her breasts out, her boots shiny and stiff. "No, wait; don't answer that."

There was a thump against the bottom of the ship that shook the entire interior. The vixen's eyes widened. "Prince, what the Hell was that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Captain?" asked her first mate, the coyote. "Who's betraying whom here?"

"No one," said the Prince, "not as long as we're at the table in good faith."

The vixen looked down at the deck, then up again. "Always a contingency, your Highness?"

The wolf nodded, his right eye squinting from the pain in his cheek. His thighs attempted to close from his stinging sac, but that wasn't possible with the shackles. "My last contingency being Goddess, which might not ultimately include me."

The Captain's head jolted back, touched by his humility, then she extended her riding crop. The noble Prince flinched, so she stroked his ripped, ribbed stomach with the tip. "Still, I get to see you in this compromising position. A lady will take that vision and those emotions to the grave, to see a marvelous man desecrated so."

"Repeat that to yourself, as you will," growled Ryoga, twitching as the crop traveled down, teasing his sheath.

"So why us, mm?" asked O'Grael, "Why the fuck are you in the center of an all-female deathtrap? We're a bunch of bleeding cunts just out for ourselves, you know."

Outside, Brath and Vin were fighting each other, with Vin seizing the crystal around Brath's neck and muffling it with both paws. Over the crystal sounded an echoing voice, as if underwater, with a furious otter scolding some other person: "Calm the fuck down! You scuttle the ship, you drown the Prince; the oceans will burn!"

A wire snapped, and Vin tossed Brath's crystal over the edge. Brath tackled Vin and went for the jingle bell on his tail. Females all around cackled at the scrap, oblivious to the magic crystal that had plopped in the ocean. A few of them blushed, feeling a certain hot glow in their breasts and between their legs as they watched two nude, slender male cats wrestle each other.

Others pulled out their purses and started making bets.

Inside, Ryoga inclined his chin and hissed as O'Grael slinked up to him, rubbed his chest, and then bit one of his nipples. "Ahhh, shit," he said, pushing his chest against her teeth, "You are such a great interrogator, but do not ever forget, males get very sleepy and useless if you make them cum. Ah!" he said again, arching his back as the vixen's sharp teeth pulled at his nipple. Her claws pinched the other one and twisted.

His hips thrust, wolf-cock pouring out of its sheath. His balls suddenly felt much better, throbbing in pleasure. "We know you captured a ship!" he said, bucking faster as he felt a leather glove encircle his erection. "And it was a slave ship that revolted you: why else would you dump it on a tropical island with supplies?"

O'Grael stood free of the wolf's body, her glove webbed with his sticky pre. She wiped it on her thigh, not even bothering to smell it. Despite this, her nipples were rock hard, and Ryoga could smell the feminine musk emanating from her aroused pussy. Her lips were firm and wet: both sets.

"Well," she said, strutting around to the back of him, caressing his firm buns. "Mmm, good Goddess every angle of you is delicious," she said, then squeezed them. Ryoga gasped again and beheld his cock in amazement: it was drooling pre and red hot, begging for release. O'Grael continued, "We couldn't just stand by as we saw the 'cargo's' plight. And we couldn't return them to their homelands, either. The island was all we could offer!"

The Captain removed her paws from his buns and went to the front of him. Ryoga worked to clench his rump to savor the experience. What a confused, sexy, slutty fool he must have looked before this Pirate Bitch! It was utterly fantastic.

"Why not take them to an allied nation--" he asked.

"Reality, you dumb fuck; do you speak it?" O'Grael said with a growl. The guards around her stared at their Captain and the Prince, aghast. Some of them couldn't help but loosen their shirts, and others were more than receptive to have Tina help them. The skunk found a comely cougar and kissed her on the lips, finding her paw sliding down the front of the feline's pants.

"We couldn't," said the Captain, tearing her eyes away from her crew as her first mate coyote began to stroke her naked breasts, then received help from another. "We cannot come out as soft. Compatriots would screw us on every deal they could, not to mention being female around a bunch of lonely, salty dogs. We'd be targeted."

A moan from the cougar crewmate interrupted her, the female collapsing against the naked skunk as she orgasmed into her britches and the skunk's fingers.

"Ahem. But don't misunderstand us. Your justice in that scenario was the exact reason we went to seek you. Why I ... wanted to seek you, my dear," he said, and both of them could plainly see his cock bounce once, tossing a stream of pre.

The vixen blushed, resisting walking any more than she had to. If she dripped, the war was lost.

"You already have two wives, sire. I'm just a peasant pirate with a boat and a few friends." Her crew was near-riot at this point, but even the females who had wobbled themselves against the wall, legs spread as other crewmembers finger-fucked them, managed to raise their swords in objection.

The Prince lurched forward and was stopped by his bonds, arms and legs stuck fast. "No, not that!" he said. "Not ... primarily that. I want you, Jahaliya wants you, with Letters of Marque against the Poacher Queen's fleet! And I know you can handle yourself plenty well outside your private quarters."

The Prince winked and she glared, frozen in place. Her pussy was plain to see, a tight, shining wet black slit exposed by crotchless leather panties. If she covered it up, she had lost.

Ryoga continued, grinning confidently even though he was strung up like a feral animal's pelt, "You can operate openly and freely as pirates and as females with the support of the Kingdom. I promise you full access to our prosperous nation's ports. Furthermore!"

The vixen folded her arms under her breasts, nipples still stiff. Her ears were perked at his propositions, and suddenly the wolf's cock and his hard, sculpted body, magnificent and luscious, was secondary.

"Furthermore," Ryoga said, somewhat needing to pee but deciding not to ... by a thin margin ... "we can augment your ship. Would you like an easy way to keep it free of barnacles?"

"Oh Goddess, I'd fuck you just for that," said the Captain, then gasped as she realized what she had blurted. Female shrieks all around the cabin rang out, giggles of the sailing sorority sisters as their noble captain had a total slut moment.

Ryoga smiled, inclining his chin. "And finally, why not use our ports for your ship's maintenance? Little bit easier than careening your ship, crashing it sideways into a beach and waiting for low-tide, mm?"

"Ah!" said the Captain, then threw her riding crop down and loosened her top, stepping out of her heels. "It's all too good. I get the Kingdom of Jahaliya, all I have to do is sell my soul, right?"

She went up to Ryoga's rack and opened his shackles, patting him on the chest as a tiny apology. "What about other slave ships? We got a lot, and could use the help."

"No," said the nude wolf, rubbing his wrists, "We're dealing with the Poacher Queen's own slavery initiative. We cannot afford to create more enemies than we have right now."

Captain O'Grael nodded, removing her corset entirely, then her leather panties and the stockings. For a moment, they were just comrades-in-arms, naked and safe in the barracks.

"Indeed. So many hive nests, only so many insects we can handle," she said, then took a long breath and sighed. "Well, shit. I suppose we have to start somewhere. There are just so many slave ships. Not like the old pirate days: we wanted to raid a vessel, we drew up alongside, threw some grappling hooks, then got into a big ol' mess of a sword fight. Now it's hostages, hostages, hostages. You can't stuff slaves in a treasure chest."

"Don't be so down," Tina said with a purr, the muscular skunk striding around the two nude canids and groping Ryoga's sheath and balls. The wolf relaxed, tilting his head upward as his sheath filled out. "We'll be plenty busy with the Poacher Queen. Goddess may one day bless us to take care of the rest. In the meantime, the PQ has a horrible whaling and ambergris farming operation; she had Cetan calves to unrelentlessly force feed until they vomited. Should the calves be spent, they are simply flung away to die!"

"Good Goddess," exclaimed the Captain, "Had I known this, we would have sank all her ships to the bottom of the ocean!"

"She has quite a fleet, dear," murred Ryoga, rocking his hips as Tina stroked him to hardness in front of the sensual, nude vixen Captain. "We will discuss the scourge of slavery in this world with a royal conference we'd like you to attend. Virtue takes effort, and your voice is valued."

"We'll need that Blessing, me and my crew," said the Captain. "While we are not entirely sold on ... your way of life ..." She drifted off as she watch pre bead at the head of his cock, then drool freely and invitingly over Tina's knuckles. "Ahem. We could certainly use all the vitality and drive we could get. Your Goddess should know we're a mighty fine investment!"

Ryoga chuckled, then sucked in air as Tina stroked his knot, her mouth and breasts hovering close to his groin. "Well, that is for Goddess to decide. Helping Her holy and sexual nation will curry that favor."

The Captain frowned at the ambiguous answer, then snatched her riding crop from a nearby crewman and smacked him across the ass with it. Ryoga yelped with the sudden sting. "And all the pussy Her thrall, the Prince, could handle!" she said. "I bet that if we were all male, you would have not gone to such trouble!"

"Dear, dear," Ryoga said, reaching back to rub his rump but getting his paw smacked by Tina, who rubbed it for him. "Oh, why thank you. Captain, I would have sent my Sluts to drag all those bouncing cocks over to my side; Goddess knows our Amazon Thrallship goes through them like delicious Jahaliya creme pastries. You are indeed a capable and good-hearted Captain ... the reports of your confident sexuality and your dangerous competence was an immense lure."

"All right, fine," said the Captain, "you've been plenty honest, and surprisingly sane for the odd duck that rumors purport you to be."

"What rumors?"

"Now if you will pardon my crew for our ... history of brashness, we will accept your deal."

"All fine and good," Ryoga said, "we can draw up documents and--"

Tina was licking her hand of the wolf's clear, delicious pre and her eyes happened to chance upon the Captain's, who were struggling to look down past her muzzle at the Prince's engorged organ. The skunk smirked. "We could do a simple anointment. Why futz around with a messy ink quill when we have a perfectly sexy and leaky utensil at paw?"

The vixen looked at the skunk, who had that same smug "gotcha" face that her crewmates had for each other whenever they were ogling sexy islander men with their revealing floral skirts.

"Fine, but we're doing it my way," said O'Grael, then snapped her fingers at Ryoga. "Back on the rack! But I like you, so you're getting the fuzzy cuffs."

The Prince laughed as the Captain's burly crewmates hauled him off and strapped him up. "Aren't you a kinky minx. As long as we don't have the beads-on-a-string, we--"

"Shut up and let me suck you," said the vixen, then slid to her knees as soon as he was spreadeagled and locked in.

She was prodigious in her work, slavering over his balls and the underside of his cock with the length of her tongue. The vixen made regular eye contact with the wolf, which drew him on all the more, watching her long muzzle work up the length before licking the tip, tempting to engulf it completely.

He tried to reach down to stroke her headfur, but he was locked in tight to cuffs that were comfortable, but kept him in place. "Oh shit, oh, shit," he groaned as his hips involuntarily bucked. The pirate Captain grinned. Her crew looked on in amazement, more of them than before taking to fondling themselves through their clothes. A few more of them pulled their shirts open and groped their exposed breasts in view of each other, quietly moaning at the need to do more. However, everyone was fiercely affixed to their awesome Captain, naked, kneeling, and dripping from her pussy, greedily sucking off the sexy Crown Prince of Jahaliya.

When her muzzle went around his cock and dipped down on it, Ryoga groaned and thrust his hips, the only motion he could do in his bonds. She responded in kind, using her warm wet muzzle to coat the length of his cock, and the two moved together in perfect rhythm. A few more jets of pre went off in her mouth and she smiled as she sucked him, breasts swinging under her, a paw reaching back to stroke her wet and wanting folds.

Ryoga's thrusting increased, but the Lady of The Coming Storm knew this body language all too well. She slowed down which made him groan, his legs flexing and his balls tight as he rocked on the edge of release. Her ear turned as Tina padded up behind her.

"A true Lady of Jahaliya, are we?" asked Tina with a light lilt in her voice, kneeling behind the Captain. She cupped the vixen's breasts and O'Grael did not stop her, instead dragging her tongue up Ryoga's cock as Tina fondled her and spoke into her ear. "You seem to enjoy this strong and slutty position of power."

The Captain responded with a nod as she put the wolf's cock in her mouth again, sucking and sucking as his muscular body writhed before her.

"Wouldn't all of you?" Tina asked, turning to their crowd. She pulled on the vixen's nipples, getting a moan from the Captain. "Don't you want to join us, become naked, Slutty Privateers with nary a care besides sex and justice? Paw-in-paw, my bitches! One serves the other in a vicious, delicious loop!"

Her crew cheered, and a doe managed to pull her trousers down just in time to orgasm into her hoof, and then the Captain gulped in surprise as a hot, sticky jet of pre hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck, just like that," growled Ryoga, and then the fox tightened her slick, smooth muzzle a little too much, encircled her tongue against a bulb of his knot, cupped his balls a little too warmly, and the male shuddered as release overtook him. "By the Goddess," he hissed through gritted teeth, then gasped and smiled, teeth shining and maw open, erupting into her mouth.

The vixen's eyes went wide as that first and second shot coated her teeth and poured down her throat, then the third one flowed over her tongue and drooled out of her lips. In surprise, she backed off to try and speak, but then another jet splattered over her face and a fifth, sixth, and seventh spackled her tits, hanging over the mounds and her nipples in long, jellylike strands.

"Haha! I really am a slutty mess!" cheered O'Grael, and the fox cupped her sticky breasts and rubbed the hot, musky substance into the fur, "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, then grabbed hold of Ryoga's cock and jiggled it, flinging a rope of cum into her hair. "So this is a proper fuck!"

Ryoga chuckled, not ready to correct her. The drunkenness of a wonderful orgasm was making him feel terribly warm and fuzzy. "Welcome to Jahaliya, dear," he said.

The Captain gasped, then jumped to her feet. "Jahaliya! Goddess' sake, Jahaliya, we aren't dressed! Rather, we aren't undressed! Crew!" she shouted, resuming her authoritative state even though a handsome strand of something pearly and delicious swung from her whiskers. "I don't expect all of you to strip right now, but as our pledge to Jahaliya and to the rest of our crewmembers--Hell, as our pledge the joy and pleasure that Goddess and the Crown Prince can bring to us--I wanna see some tits and pussies in the fresh air."

The crew responded overwhelmingly, with the majority readily shedding and shredding their shirts, exposing their breasts to the cabin's charged, musky air. About half of them also stripped off their trousers, exposing many panties that were decently moist, and a third in total ripped off everything aside from their sword belts, boots, and hats, jumping around naked and free and horny as fuck.

A few of them charged the single male in the room, the doe at the head. The Captain caught the doe's arm, flipped her on her ass, and drew the doe's sword, holding her crew at bay.

"All right, all right!" she shouted. "We ain't having no cock mutiny here in the first two minutes of our freedom. Besides, there's those two cats out there if Tina's willing to share."

The skunk straightened up, cheeks going a bit hot with jealousy. There were two score of hungry, lusty female eyes staring at her right now. "Well, I don't mind sharing. But if you scallywags drain their balls and toss them to me exhausted, we're gonna have some words," she said, cracking her knuckles.

The crew groaned, but they assented.

Without so much as clearing the ropey strand hanging from her whisker, the Captain slipped past Tina toward the poop deck. "All right, let's tell the rest."

***

Still covered in the spunk of the Prince, Captain O'Grael emerged from her quarters completely nude, aside from a pair of thigh-high boots that not even in their most outrageous of raids the crew had seen her wear, with the Prince in his cape and entourage right behind her.

Those not witness to the sexual reverie inside gasped, with several drawing their swords to gut the despoiler, that lusty demon Prince that had dared raped their Captain and hypnotized her into serving the Jahaliyan thrall!

"All right, calm the fuck down," shouted Captain O'Grael, then pointed at her face. "I have news."

The crew murmured with confusion and the fox waved her paws and her sword, shouting again. Incidentally, her naked body bounced, breasts jumping and drawing the attention of any slightly-bisexual crewmember. Ryoga, completely nude save for his cape stood behind her, his arms indulgently caressing her. Tina stood aside enjoying the show, but the crew grumbled at his liberty.

"Calm down!" shouted the Captain. "I swear, you scallywags would shoot anyone in the face did you not remember him. Let it be known!" she cheered, ascending to the upper deck, the fox nude as the day was warm, "that we are no longer slaves to patriarchal propriety. This is not the world of old where restraint was prudent, leading brutes away from savagery. An enlightened age needs an enlightened people, and what good are clothes aside from protection? Aha, that's what these furry coats and our good health is for, is it not?" she proclaimed, stroking her firm curves, bending her back to accentuate her bust and rump.

Some of the crew cheered, and a few even began to strip. A crude, thicker fur growled at this girl, and O'Grael struck her sword into the rail, sticking it there. "Do not attack those that do not impose upon you!" she snarled. "If she desires to expose her breasts, let her!"

The brute backed down, and the crewmember tore her shirt off, squealing as she shook her headfur out and let her breasts jostle free.

"Isn't this part of the patriarchy?" demanded that brute, pointing toward Ryoga.

Ryoga's chest swelled as he rolled his eyes in preparation to talk, but O'Grael snapped her fingers above him and he stopped.

"Patriarchy, as you say," said O'Grael, "is women subservient to men. We have been offered something different!"

The crowd remained simmering as the fox remained silent, the audience considering her words.

O'Grael smirked and raised her paws. "Together, we have sailed in disguise and in hiding. Now, we have been offered a land, Jahaliya!, where we can stand tall together without fear, in both war and pleasure!"

The crowd cheered, half of them topless, all of them brandishing their swords.

"We should invite them in," said O'Grael, "because not only are there sexy, virile men to join us in battle and sex, but also women of Jahaliya who show us a newfound free life without hiding."

In response to this, Tina the skunk came out in all her nude, muscular glory, first flexing her awesomely solid body, and then, taking a nearby crew member's sword, she bent it in half and slingshot it over the side.

Even though the skunk was six foot tall and her muscles were coiled as a sail's rope, her breasts were impressively large. She marched to the upper deck as she spoke, flexing and displaying the whole way. "Yeah, Jahaliya's pretty great ever since I burst out naked," she bragged, "and the Blessing has been generous. I can fight all day, and fuck all night!"

Ryoga tapped his paw with the other in a dainty clap, joining the Captain on the upper deck which overlooked the poop deck. "Yes, the Goddess has blessed you with strength, passion and beauty. Imagine what it could do for a crew of free pirates who earn it?"

Tina blushed, for as effette as the Prince was affecting himself, that compliment slapped her in the mouth.

Captain O'Grael was leaning over the banister, tits on full display, nipples hanging, breasts thick, with her black fox finger tapping the side of her head. "That's a marvelous presentation, but I feel the advertisement is over. You two, vanguards of the Kingdom, were very reckless in you approaching us. Is not that right, my valkyries?!" the Captain shouted, turning back to her audience and waving her paws.

They roared, even though they had never seen their Captain naked outside of a seawater bath, and despite the fact she had clear white streaks of cum on her tits and face.

Captain O'Grael continued, smug and nude, "We could have easily enslaved or killed you. Easy to control a person when a blade is against his throat. Or penis, whichever," she said, and her all-female crew laughed.

Ryoga chewed his lip, surprised to be the serious one, and responded, "We had confidence in your honor and character. We know what you do in hiding."

The crew snarled and hissed at his insult-compliment.

Ryoga grinned. "That said, we came with precautions. Some you discovered."

The two lovers of Tina, the male cats Vin and Brath, strode out of the cabin and smartly pounded the side railings of the ship, whereupon a low whine was heard and nothing passed for twenty seconds.

Ryoga smiled, but with portentous confidence. "So do not underestimate Jahaliya. You may fuck with us ..."

The wolf gave a couple knocks on the railing.

There was a pause, dead silence. Everyone looked up at the naked wolf not as some incredible symbol of sex, but as a lord of burgeoning edict.

In that atmosphere, a massive entity thumped the boat's underside, shaking everything aboard.

The wolf resumed, "but only if we let you."

"That's it, what do you have here?" Captain O'Grael started as she fought to maintain her footing.

"Why yes, Captain" answered Tina cheerfully as she shared in that balancing struggle. "We can explain, but look over the side if you want the big picture faster."

The crew took that offer and rushed to the sides, only to find their ship surrounded by a pod of sperm whales, decked out in not only ramming harnesses, in the company an orca officer and one very special otter.

"Ahoy, you bunch!" called Corsi, standing on the pod's sergeant, "We'd like a word with our Prince if you would be so kind."

"Er, yeah. Captain..." nervously answered the First Mate, managing to blanch with an intensity that even her fur could not hide.

"Right," Captain O'Grael answered as she gestured to a smiling Ryoga to answer that request.

Beaming with the satisfaction of a plan coming together, Ryoga indulged her as he strode to the side himself to gaze upon his semi-aquatic warrior beauty.

Corsi curtsied with practiced ease, "My Prince, how did it go?"

"Splendidly! The good Captain and her crew did not disappoint!"

"Glad to hear that; debris from a hull ramming is such a pain to deal with. All the crap falls into the water!" exclaimed the Orca officer while the Sperm whales chuckled heartily, creating waves that rocked the pirate ship itself even as the she-otter fought to keep her footing with such merriment

"If that's the case, Captain," Corsi called out, "can I join my friends on board?"

As eyes turned to her, Captain O'Grael shrugged about the semantics of requests and consequences. "Aye, we'll have a ladder dropped for you."

"Thank you, but that won't be necessary. Just clear the main deck, and I'll be with you in a moment."

Intrigued, Captain O'Grael complied only to see Corsi signal to the Orca before diving into the water in the opposite direction. As the crew murmured about being snubbed, a sudden eruption contradicted that as the Orca leapt out of the water towards the ship with Corsi leaping off his snout. With practiced grace with the Cetan catapult, the river otter flipped and landed on the deck on her feet with a saucy flourish.

"Welcome aboard, Corsi," hailed Tina as she rushed to her friend, "You little show-off!"

"Let's call it 'force projection' and leave it at that," answered Corsi as they hugged warmly.

"Indeed," muttered the foxy pirate Captain, turning to the wolf Prince. "I presume they are the 'precautions' you were referring to."

Ryoga smiled as he fought a counterproductive swell of smugness, "Yes, We had confidence in you, but eventualities have to be prepared for."

"I understand," replied the Captain as she stood firm in her sexy grace to the Prince,"and I must confess that I'm glad my assumptions have been sunk instead of my ship."

"Glad to make a good impression in that case." Ryoga shrugged in mock modesty.

"Yes, you sexy stud!" responded Captain as she reached out to stroke that wolf's manly chest, "You and your bunch came to us with courage supported by guile. We never had a chance, did we?"

"Oh, you had a chance: to make a wise decision about treating us, and you chose wisely."

"Thank you, and now I know we are who we sail with and by the seas, I'm glad to accept your offer from wielders of such cunning and might!"

Tina could not resist and patted the Captain on the shoulder. "Glad we calmed those waters then."

***

Ryoga tossed a doubloon between his knuckles. Where he got it, the Captain did not know. "Corsi's show was fine, was fantastic. But that knock of the Cetans was wrong."

O'Grael reached for her hat in order to wring it, but she was completely nude. The hat was back in the cabin. Instead, she folded her arms under her tits and made sure her knuckles cracked. "You're putting on a Hell of a display, O Prince of mine. Don't bitch about one fucked-up firework."

"No, no," waved the wolf, flipping the coin into the air, catching it, then flashing his paw to reveal it empty. "I mean their message was not of my authoring."

He walked back to the railing of the ship, boots clapping on the way, and when he did a spin to lean against the railing, he grunted and a coin popped out of his sheath. He grinned as the crew clapped.

Ryoga struck his elbow against the railing and a dolphin leapt up, twisted in the signal for a message and landed with splash.

"Yessir, Bottlebright: report."

"Yes, Sir!" said the mammal. "One of the Poacher Queen's whaling ships has been spotted pursuing a pod of humpbacks. Lots of harpoons in the area, but it's not their own quarry; they got snares for the calves!"

"Shit," growled Ryoga at this premature call to action. "That bitch is not wasting any time with her whaling enterprise. Who the fuck is buying her inventory?"

The head of the Sperm Whale unit skyhopped, "My platoon will intercept, but we need to know these pirates' intentions now. Can we count on surface support from them?"

Ryoga straightened his shoulders and cast out his paw to the Captain. "Captain O'Grael, here is your opportunity to earn the Blessing. Are you ready to strike with the Cetans?"

"Hold, Sire!" cried Bottlebright. "We will go ahead! Act as bait."

"Goddess' sake, sacrificing your lives ..."

"Not with The Coming Storm!"

Ryoga paused, then smiled at the nude vixen. "Look at you and your reputation. Kick some ass. Make Her grin."

The vixen put her fists to her hips and stood proud, unaware of the weight of her breasts thrust into the air, nor of the way her thick, luscious tail lashed behind her. "Of virtue, we are champions!"

"Goddess, you're fantastic."

***

Captain O'Grael turned into a toothy, shrieking hellhound and her crew forgot that she had specks of semen on her muzzle. They took their stations on the ship and remained affixed, controlling the multi-tonne vessel with the fierce precision of a skiff ... and still, they only managed to keep pace with the pod of whales travelling before them.

"Every ounce of whale blood spilt is an ounce of yours ... and whales can bleed much more!" snarled the fox.

"Flank them!" said Tina.

A dagger flew through the air and struck the deck mere feet from Tina's footpaws. "Twit!" shouted O'Grael, "Keep the naval combat to those who've got a toe wet!"

The whales charged on ahead, and the vessel far in the distance altered its course, turning sideways. By the light reflected in the vast array of the vixen's teeth, the ship and its crew turned itself hard to the direction her black finger pointed--to the rear--and all Jahaliyans screamed as they flew to the opposite side of the ship, nearly falling over, with a bloodthirsty predator at the helm staying fast with her feet's claws in the polished deck.

The whales dove under as harpoons exploded from the Poacher Queen vessel, raining in waves a terrifying thunderstorm of metal and rotten rope.

"Goddess bless," said Ryoga as the spears plunged into the deep, his eyes watching the ropes for any of them to go taut. However, the pirates came within their own mounted harpoon launchers' range to respond!

"Go! The fires of Hell approach from behind!" shrieked O'Grael. The sailswomen pulled their ropes tighter, the helmsman yanked at the wheel as her arms shuddered, and the rest of the crew held on for dear life as the ship made a tight turn to face the rear of the Poacher's ship. "Yes, yes!" howled O'Grael.

The sea turned cloudy before the Poacher boat, and Ryoga grit his teeth as swords sparkled on the deck of that wretched vessel. "Such a fine line between justice and purity," he said to himself, then hearing a few dolphin clicks shouted, "O'Grael! Let the whales go first!"

She was atop a rigging, sails flapping behind her rigid, naked form. "I'll hold the door open; they can follow me!" she screamed. "Legions of the Sea, can you cripple that ship and keep it afloat?" the Captain roared to her allies.

There were chirps and squeals; O'Grael looked to Ryoga who gave her a thumbs-up.

The soldier pod reacted accordingly and as luck would have it, the ramming angle to the rudder proved ideal.

The platoon leader charged on target as he thought, "Since the Captain asked so nicely..."

Such coordination was rewarded as the rudder of the whaling ship burst into splinters, a low whine of an unseen whale radiating throughout the area. The Poacher's ship stuttered, the sparkling swords above it waning, then one of the Captain's brutes and Tina fired from the front of the boat a couple of heavy-duty harpoons from cannons that stalled the ship's forward progress.

These enormous javelins flew through the air with a low, Hellish howl, then thudded into the back of the Poacher's ship and pulled taut as the ship attempted to escape. As the opponent's vessel was nearly equal in weight, a sperm whale, bleeding with a couple of harpoons sticking out of its back, put its head against the front of the boat and pushed backwards.

The enemy's ship stalled and lost course, wind blowing it in a circle. Ryoga went to the side to count the whales, finding no one missing. Just a few with new piercings to be mended.

***

The crew surrendered. The two giant harpoons in the back of their ship were just above sea level, and the way the mysterious, naked wolf conjured dolphin screams with his coin tricks stroked too many of their superstitions.

The crew aboard submitted to their chains as the soldier pod prepared to tow the captured ship to port, pirates of The Coming Storm hooking chains to the boat and tossing aquatic collars down to the Cetan legion.

"Mercy, mercy!" cried a scraggly ferret as the wolf passed. Ryoga rolled his eyes and moved on, whereas Tina behind him punched him in the mouth, knocking him to the deck.

They were towed all the way to a hidden prison port in Jahaliya, some well-lit, industrial cove that Sawchuck had rigged up for just this purpose. The savages on board did not object: ever since the strange, perfect-male wolf and his sexy, impossibly-fuckable skunk consort began dancing on the waterspouts of outside whales, they remained docile as their ship of slaughter entered a port guarded by more Amazon javelins than a hedgehog has spikes.

Ryoga and Kathryn dismounted a blowhole spray onto the dock, the fox giggling in the wolf's arms, the two of them hot in the ears. "It's been an evening of memories with you, dear Kathryn, but--"

The Captain put her paw to his mouth. "Shut up; this is only for the Blessing."

Ryoga felt his ears dip, but her finger-pads were so warm. "You can't mean that, can you? Drink and be merry: this is the one thing besides water you cannot overindulge in."

"Every vice says that; I've been drunk on many things!" said the Captain, knowing that she was naked and safe, but refusing to let that nudity go anywhere. Still, every twitch of his muscle, every soft fiber of his fur, every word that came from him was good.

Kathryn O'Grael did not have a conflict of brain vs. heart: it was the brain against itself.

"Come to my cabin, you and your guard," she whispered. "I have lost my clothes, now I want to fuck like a proper Jahaliyan slut."

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable."

"My comfort is superiority!" O'Grael snapped.

"Ah. Then you must be in constant repose."

The Captain had never encountered a philosopher who was not begging for mercy toward the moss and the barnacles. She wondered if he would debate upon the excellence of life while fighting to the death with swords.

"Do not make me any wetter," she said, foot-claws gnawing the deck, "because each pulse of my desire is an expectation you will not disappoint!"

Sudden, a stocky cat arrived. Ryoga and Kathryn started, but to see the crewmember's urgency, they helped each other relax. "Wait my Captain, I have something from my project befitting for the occasion."

"What is it, Sailkeeper?" asked O'Grael.

"Just some apparel," answered the calico cat with a wink as she produced two bright red thigh boots. "I've heard this is standard female footwear in Jahaliya."

"I'll just have to take that off of you, later," said Ryoga with a chuckle.

"Cayla, you have outdone yourself!" as Captain O'Grael caught them, then with help from Ryoga, wriggled into the pair.

"I know, but I thought a good impression was called for with such a handsome wolf," Sailkeeper Cayla shrugged. "Lord knows, I have to make something with my hobby with Jahaliya's dress code.

"Well, don't throw it away just yet, I have an idea for it." With that, the vixen Captain O'Grael stood tall with sensual, glorious framing. "So, my Prince, how worthy do I look as a Jahaliyan? Or should I be covered in mud or cream to make my mark?"

The Prince smiled, his sheath thick as he beheld the fine sight before him. "I'd have taken you before this ... but fine styles never die! Welcome, my oh-so-decadent, delicate, and deadly Pirate Queen, Kathryn O'Grael!"

She bowed, stumbling as she found the squeaky, long boots a bit awkward. "Thank you, my liege!"

"Yes, P.Q. O'Grael!"

"Don't you dare!"

"You'll dare a lot of things in this Kingdom, my dear."

"Well then come inside and illustrate some of them for me!"