Black and White
The name is a play on words between the two main characters and the colors of a stereotypical pirate flag (skull and crossed bones). I know it's silly, but I didn't think of these things before starting the story. :P
Black and White
The wind rippled through Vennar's black fur as he looked out to the sea before him, lit only by the half-moon above the vessel and the small luminescent creatures flying through the water. The sea mirrored the night sky in a light show of beauty as the ship forced it's way toward their destination. They were on their way to Lipor, a small trading post on the outskirts of Wolfclan territory. The trading post had asked for several hundred of Vennar's finely crafted longbows, the surrounding cities desperately needing ranged weapons to fend off the constant sky attacks from Eagleclan. Vennar smiled as he thought of the huge payoff his last two month's worth of hard work would entail and happily walked down the creaky stairs to the lower deck for a bite to eat. Only an hour from their destination, he couldn't help but remember the last time he tried to eat in the filthy city of Lipor.
"Pirates!" Yelled a frantic crew member. Vennar's ears flattened to his head as an crack echoed through the lower deck, drowning the sound of screams, footsteps and the occasional peg-leg above. The huge barbed piece of metal barely missed two crew members and a tradesman as it burst through the eating area, tipping the entire boat several degrees. Vennar's claws reflexively dug into the wooden floor as he rushed into the Captain's quarters, grabbing the charts and tossing them out the small round window. He grabbed a sword off the Captain's ornamental wall hanging, mentally cursing the balance of the blade as he moved through the panicked civilians, ducking under the massive metal barb and pulling himself up the wooden stairs.
Vennar rushed out into the sea air, eyes focussing quickly to the darker atmosphere as he scanned for his first foe. He felt a rush of air and quickly turned to see a cutlass swinging toward his neck. He blocked it in time, quietly thanking the sword for it's heavier hilt. Vennar ducked under the sword of his adversary, slicing across his belly and following through behind the pirate. He looked up to see the captain of the boat in front of him defensively wielding a large piece of wood as his weapon, boosting hopes of surviving the attack. Vennar turned and decapitated the injured pirate before the grey wolf could pull his bloody intestines back into his abdomen. Holding back vomit, he turned back to see the captain's weapon cracking painfully against the side of his head. 'Traitor!!' He thought; a vicious snarl of anger forming on his muzzle as the world turned black.
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Vennar awoke in a small two-celled room. He curled up into a ball and groaned as the throbbing pain radiated through his head down into his stiff neck and back. He thought of the flea infested beds in Lipor and chuckled quietly; he had finally found a worse place to sleep. Grudgingly he sat up and viewed his surroundings. He was on another ship; the Wolfclan ship had no cells to keep prisoners. Probably on a third deck, judging by the damp air and sounds from above. He could hear footsteps from above and the occasional clicking of a wooden leg. The cell on his right held a beaten wolf; the chef he had met earlier on the ship. He was widely known as the best sushi chef to ever live. He had a large cut below his left eye and was limp against Vennar's cell; a large amount of blood pooling at the bottom of the bars - he was dead. There were several barrels near the door across the small room and chains hanging from hooks above them. 'At least they take prisoners.. somewhat.' He thought while dodging some dust from above, idly dusting his shoulder as it hit him. A shadow began to grow against wall following the staircase. He layed down and closed his eyes as he started hearing the footsteps become louder than those against the deck above.
Vennar opened his right eye ever-so-slightly, seeing a vixen with two trays of steaming food. Her fur was mostly white, with long red patches across her face; probably from the far southern lands of the Foxclan where it's cold. She wore a ragged white robe, torn from mishandling and doing nothing to hide her stomach; ribs showing from malnourishment. Her elbow was held to her side uncomfortably, keeping her robe from falling off completely along with what dignity she had left. She set the food down and looked with sadness and, pity?, into Vennar's closed eyes before turning away to leave. Vennar sat up quickly, ignoring the ache in his head. "Wait.." His voice was hoarse, affected by the musty air so far below deck. The vixen gripped the wooden railing and jumped slightly, freezing in place. She was skiddish; a slave no doubt. "Thank you," he said calmly, "where am I?" The simple question drifting off with uncertainty as he realized she would probably tell him he's on a ship. She looked up the stairs and at the dead chef, hesitating before rushing to the bars. "I'm not allowed to talk.." she whispered. Her voice sounded much stronger than he expected, reminding him of a certain sexy waitress that had dominated one-too-many males into a night of pleasure; not that they minded.
"You're on a ship." She continued. If it were any other situation, he would have rolled his eyes. "They're pirates. We're about a half hour fr-" "Ahhh, what do we have here?" A burly wolf interrupted, rounding the corner. He stood at an almost unnatural six foot five, dwarfing Vennar's five ten and the vixen's five six. Vennar noticed the keys dangling from his belt and quickly thought up a plan. "Talking with the prisoner, are we Kin?" he continued. Kin cowered back against Vennar's cell as the huge wolf took another step forward, his massive hind paw stepping upon the tail of a rat; much to the rat's displeasure. Vennar quickly reached through the cell bars, grabbing Kin around the neck and snarling, her robe falling to the ground. "Let me go or I'll break her neck.." Vennar threatened with a growl. Kin shuddered when the pirate only laughed. "A slave isn't much of a bargaining tool, wolf," he spat, "Kill her, we'll get another." He stepped toward the cell with humor in his dark eyes, releasing the poor rat and gazing hungrily over the shaking vixen. He grabbed and yanked her out of Vennar's grasp with much more force than was needed, causing Kin to yelp in pain.
Vennar grabbed the wolf's huge arm and pulled it hard into the cell. He braced his hindpaws against the bars and yanked, ignoring the pain in his head caused by the loud clank. The burly wolf yelped, his shoulder making a sickening popping sound as it left it's socket. Kin wasted no time in grabbing a chain, wrapping it around the helpless wolf's neck and twisting the ends together. She grabbed a small piece of iron and put it through the ends, locking it in place as the wolf painfully struggled to gain control. He grabbed at his throat with his free hand in vain, desperately trying to remove the unyielding metals. His struggles slowly died down as he reluctantly accepted his fate.
Vennar let the wolf's body fall limp to the ground as he felt the pain in his head increase, the adrenaline losing it's effect. Kin was on her knees crying. She would be raped and killed for this. "It's okay, we'll get out somehow.." Vennar comforted, not believing his own words. A building full of enemies is one thing; a ship is another. They would have to either take control of the ship or pass through quietly enough to board one of the small boats and make sure nobody saw them, otherwise the pirates would follow. They would either be crushed or recaptured. Even if they did get away, he had no idea how far they were from land and he hadn't had any food or water for far too long. Against the odds, Kin perked up and smiled weakly at him.
Vennar pointedly looked at the keys on wolf's belt and back at Kin. She looked toward the staircase and quickly unhooked the keys, unlocking him from his prison. He couldn't help but look at her body as she struggled to drag the dead wolf from the cell door. Dust fell from the floor above onto her pointed ears, causing them to twitch. While being thin and malnourished, her legs and arms were well-toned from healthy living. Her fur, while matted in some areas, looked soft and thick. Vennar blushed under his fur and turned his head when she followed his eyes to her medium sized breasts. He fidgetted in embarrassment for a moment before stepping out of the open cell and pulling his own vest off, handing it to her. He grabbed the dead wolf's oversized tunic and put it on himself, wishing the wolf had carried a weapon.
Kin grabbed Vennar's wrist and gestured for him to follow. She took him up the stairs and quietly turned down a short hallway. She gingerly looked into the room at the end but quickly snapped her head back, looking around in panic. Vennar grabbed a nearby piece of timber off a crate and readied himself next to the doorway, noting her nod of understanding as she stepped to the side. Moments later he saw a familiar face walk around the corner. Vennar's eyes lit up and he snarled as he swung with more strength than he knew he had, cracking the timber across the suprised face of his captain. A loud crunch came from the wolf as his neck and lower jaw were shattered, the body falling to the ground limply.
Kin stood in shock at the display but quickly recovered when the loud skid of a chair being pushed from it's table was heard from above. She pulled him into the next room, their bodies swaying back and forth slightly to mirror that of the ship. They traveled up a small flight of stairs and into a similar hallway. The smell of salty air hit Vennar's nostrils as they moved to a square window, hearing the menacing rush of ocean water against wood from below.
Vennar gasped at what he saw. The ship was arriving at a large port filled with homes and shops as well as ships. An ocean-side city. He hadn't realized they were so close to their destination. "That's Vestorsh." She whispered, gripping the wooden edges of the window. "What are you doing?" He asked, but already knew. She was going to jump and swim to shore further from the city. He had to admit, it was a lot safer than staying on-board. The danger of being eaten by sea creatures was low this close to the port. Even so, swimming was slow and tiring for him; he wasn't built like his feral relatives. Kin looked once more toward the city and heaved herself out, hindpaws first. She made her body as thin as possible as she hit the water, barely making a splash. He prepared to jump and chuckled quietly at this once-skiddish vixen taking so much control over the situation. He would have to ask about her life before becoming a slave. Trying to be as silent as possible, he mimicked Kin's movements and threw himself into the cold sea below.
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Vennar arrived about a mile from the city, pulling himself onto the sandy beach and coughing up nothing in particular. He had been swimming against the current for over an hour; something he doubted Kin had expected. 'I hope she made it.' He thought as he rinsed the sand off his chest and legs, shaking out his soaked fur. He began to walk up the beach to search for her when he heard a menacing growl - his stomach. 'A day and a half without food and water.. at least.' He noted while turning back toward the city. Sickness from lack of food or water is very painful while traveling, especially after the energy he had exerted. She could still be down the beach after all. 'Or dead..' He thought dreadfully.
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Vennar quietly snuck behind a building and looked across the docks. Buildings of all kinds outlined the entire dock, giving the effect of a giant horse shoe surrounding the ships within it. He saw plenty of furs and.. wolves. Good, he'd fit in perfectly, barring the chance encounter with someone from the ship. Exiting the hiding spot and acting like part of the populous, Vennar began to search for a quiet place to get some food. Or rather, beg for it; he had no money.
"Let me go!!" Yelled a familiar voice. Vennar quickly turned and gasped. It was Kin, kicking and screaming, tears dampening the soft red fur below her fearful eyes. Vennar wordlessly looked to the people around him for help. They were acting like nothing was happening! He quickly regained his composure, acting like anyone else while keeping an eye on the scene. She was being carried by a wolf with black fur, not unlike Vennar's own. "Clever little bitch!" The wolf yelled. "Where's your friend?"
He took her into a large inn, roughly yanking her hands off the swinging doors as they passed into the tavern. Vennar casually walked past the building as the doors swung, peaking in to view what he was about to be getting himself into. The wolf was taking her up a flight of stairs. Good, he would have stopped to talk if there were others around. Vennar turned and walked into the inn, looking toward the bar rather than scanning his surroundings. He had to act as if he'd been there before. The tavern was musty and reeked of strong alchohol, likely frequented by furs Vennar wanted nothing to do with. He sat with his back to the bar; a common gesture for those just wanting to get off their paws for a while. He mentally visioned the wolf forcefully taking the vixen and fought the urge to rush up and burst through the door.
"He said there would be charts, the rotten bastard." Said a greasy fox in a nearby table. Vennar shifted lower onto his stool when he realized what the fox meant. "Someone must have tossed them." The wolf at his table replied. Vennar smiled inside. Tossing the charts was a smart move; they're more valuable to pirates than maps to their own treasure. They probably held several islands and locations of near-defenseless cities and towns, home to thousands of innocents; some extraordinarily wealthy no doubt.
"Hey sexy, you new around here?" Asked the waitress, spooking Vennar from his thoughts. She giggled softly and rubbed his arm, leaning closer. She was quite lovely, covered in long white fur. The wolfess stood only slightly shorter than Vennar at around five nine. "You don't have to be afraid sweety." She teased and pressed her generous breasts against his side, hidden by a small blue uniform. "I'm- Er- Yeah, I just got here." He managed honestly. "Well, it smells like you need a nice, hot, bath." Whispering the last three words seductively into his ear. Arousal was clouding his mind as she stepped in and moved her arm around his hip, slipping two fingers under the hem of his dark brown pants. Resisting this wolfess was near impossible. She had obviously had quite a bit of practice; the thought arousing him further.
A loud thump was heard above them, shaking the ability to think rationally back into Vennar's head as he imagined Kin hitting the wooden floor. He slid off the stool and quickly headed for the stairs, pulling the brothel girl with him as an excuse. The two pirates at the table looked up, but only saw the back of his head as the lovely wolfess was towed behind him. She squealed with delight as he pulled her up the stairs and rounded the corner to the upper floor, shifting uncomfortably within his pants.
"Which room di-" Vennar began, but was interrupted by a door swinging open, bouncing against it's own hinges. A half-naked vixen bounded out of it toward them, followed shortly by the dark wolf, holding his head. "You little bitch! I'll rip yourrRRR" The wolf growled, a very angry Vennar tackling him to the hard wooden floor, claws extended and fangs bared. The wolf screamed as Vennar mercilessly cut into his arms and chest, the sickening sound of his own flesh ripping bringing the taste of acid to his throat. The wolf rolled, pushing Vennar off and quickly getting up, half stumbling and half running down the stairs and out of the tavern with his tail tucked neatly between his legs. Vennar grabbed at the wall fitfully, then collapsed to the hard floor - unconscious.
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Vennar woke up in a soft bed, not bothering to open his eyes. He had been sick the past week, having suffered from severe dehydration and hunger. Kin had stayed around to check up on him now and then while the brothel girl, now known as Kitty, brought him food and changed his bedding regularly. Kitty was good at her job, taking his temperature, checking his heartbeat, and comforting him as he felt the urge to empty his insides out the window. Vennar wasn't sure if she could have done anything if she found something wrong, but it made him feel better knowing she cared.
Vennar heard the soft movement of clothing; probably Kitty busying herself as always. He was content to lie there, knowing he'd be getting up in minutes without worrying about falling to the ground as the blood rushed to his head. He would probably be missed at home; his apprentice expected him back days ago. Vennar would definately have a story to tell when he got back. 'Pirates, damsels in distress, sword-play and adventure.' He thought, smiling as he pictured himself in one of the story books the pups liked to read.
Vennar felt a small pressure on the bed as the bedding covering him was removed. He opened his eyes to see Kin, completely nude, straddling his abdomen. "Kin?" He asked, thoughts running through his head. He couldn't help but start to feel aroused; she was gorgeous. Her fur had been cleaned and groomed several days prior. It looked white as snow with the only flaw being lovely red patches flowing across her muzzle, tipping her triangular ears and her bushy white tail. She leaned into him, her thick fur perfectly contrasting with his black. "Thank you." She whispered softly, pulling him into a tight embrace, her nipples lightly tickling his skin through their fur as she kissed him.
Kin suddenly yelped loudly into his muzzle, startling them both. She broke the kiss and snapped her head back to see Kitty grinning devilishly, the white fur on her chin lightly damp with Kin's arousal. Kin was about to protest when Kitty dove back in, lapping deeply with her long tongue, eliciting a low growl from Kin. Vennar went wide-eyed at what he heard next. "Don't worry, you can have his cock first." Kitty teased, raking her long tongue over the vixen's clit. Kin shuddered and resigned herself to Kitty's wonderful torture, leaning down to kiss the aroused Vennar deeply. Their tongues wrestled together, quick bursts of air coming from Kin's black nose as Kitty increased her ministrations. Vennar moved his hands along Kin's sides, gently brushing the sides of her breasts before cupping his hands over her firm rump. He was fully erect, standing proud at seven inches, bumping softly into the back of Kitty's head as she relentlessly lapped at the young vixen.
Kin screamed, her scream turning into a deep growl from her diaphram. She pulled Vennar into a passionate kiss, her juices flowing freely into the white wolf's waiting muzzle. Kin's body relaxed into Vennar as she decended from her peak, sighing in contentment and basking in the afterglow. Kin had only known pain and hatred to come with sex. These new feelings of pleasure and positive attentions were slowly seeping in, causing a tear to drop from her eye onto Vennar's black nose. He leaned up, softly licking the damp red fur and pulled her closer, smiling warmly. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder as he pulled them up into a sitting position, sliding her further down his warm body until she was positioned above his member. She looked into his eyes and smiled, tears falling freely as she reached back to position him under her warm slit. For the first time, Kin gave herself willingly, sliding down onto his member and savoring the feel of her savior inside her.
Kitty just watched with watery eyes. She wasn't told about Kin's past, but she knew now. It didn't stop her from slipping a finger deep between her own folds; being a voyeur at heart, but she kept silent on the end of the bed. They were slowly speeding up, Vennar's rough member sliding smoothly into and out of the white vixen's tunnel, his knot gently spreading her folds further and further as they gradually picked up speed.
Kin grasped at Vennar's back, claws pricking below his shoulder blades as she was taken through her second orgasm of the night. She moaned softly and pushed her muzzle into the fur of his neck, riding through the delightful fire burning within her. He would pull out slowly, slightly lifting her until only two inches remained inside, then quickly pull her back down, making a wet slurping down as he slowly spread her further for the massive knot at the bottom. He leaned down, gently nipping his jaws around the scruff of her neck while she moaned and growled into his upper chest.
Kitty stifled a growl as she watched with three fingers deep within her folds. Her juices had matted down the fur on her rump and were started to leak past her tail onto the bed below. She imagined herself being filled deliciously by his member, using her spare hand to rub her large breasts and tweak her nipples. The white wolf fell onto her back limply as she reached her peak, massaging her clit rapidly from side to side; legs twitching uselessly off the edge of the bed.
Vennar growled into Kin's neck, forcing her down roughly onto his knot, hearing the wet popping sound as it slicked past her glistening folds into her tunnel. Kin arched into him, screaming his name and drowning out the moans at the end of the bed. The massive appendage inflate within her, tying them together and filling her to the max, pushing them both over the edge into blissful release. His thick seed splashed deep within her womb, warming her more than just physically. Tears of happiness flowed into Kin's fur as she rode the waves of pleasure, reflexively bucking onto his member, sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
Vennar and Kin fell to the side, muzzles almost touching. "Thank you." Kin whispered softly, her voice studdering almost unnoticably. He said nothing, pulling her tight against his body and licking the white fur between her cute pointed ears, shifting into a more comfortable position while waiting out the tie. Kitty had since left, not wanting to interrupt their moment together. She left with a grin on her face knowing she'd have some fun with him later, even if he had to be forced.
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"Alright you two, you didn't use that much energy last night," Kitty teased, yanking the covers from the bed. She stepped back, eyes wide with shock, then sadness, then anger at the few pillows shaped into two bodies. "They ditched me.." she whispered with indignation. 'Why would they just up and leave?' she asked herself. "Money," she answered out loud, a stray tear dampening her white fur. They didn't have the money to pay for the room and the service she provided. Kitty would have payed; their company was a nice change from the scum that walks through those doors daily.
Kitty yelped as strong arms grabbed her from behind. Rough hands ripped her top off and pulled her pants down forcefully. She growled and resisted, attempting a futile elbow jab to his side, missing by mere inches. Jaws closed around the scruff of her neck, causing her body to fall limp, generous breasts pressing hard against the bed. She couldn't let this happen; her will was too strong to let this happen. The jaws released and hot breath fell against her ear as the stranger spoke with a growl in his voice. "You didn't think we forgot your kindness did you?" he held her against the bed and watched the side of her face, realization setting into her features. She shut her watery eyes and smiled through her tears, slowly hiking her hips up to allow him better access to her quickly dampening folds. Vennar aimed his fully erect member and forced it into the white wolfess roughly, his chest falling snugly within the contours of her back as she arched into the bed. She growled with lust and mock-struggled to get out of his grasp, causing him to bite down harder. Already panting with arousal, the white wolf quickly hit her peak and moaned loudly through her bared teeth.
Kitty watched Kin slowly standing up from her hiding spot not two meters away; her eyes downcast with the shadow of lust. The vixen sauntered seductively on all fours over the bed, her medium breasts slowly swinging under her. "No no, we could never forget our sexy little Kitty." She said in a low, growling voice. She pulled Kitty's head up and kissed her fully on the lips, pushing her tongue into her mouth and moaning as they explored each others' muzzles. Vennar's member brushed over her G-spot, almost causing Kitty to bite down on Kin's tongue and bringing her to a second orgasm rather forcefully. He was taking her like a feral and she loved it, despite being an unusually dominant female. The quick brushing of her nipples against the bed, the constant bumping of that wonderful knot against her folds, the small jolts of pleasure from each light prick of his teeth on her neck. She would definately have to get them back for tricking her, but at the moment she was in pure bliss, growling and grunting uncontrollably.
Kin had since positioned herself before Kitty, awaiting the powerful muscle that had brought her to orgasm the previous night. Kitty wasted no time teasing, forcing her broad tongue into the vixen and tasting the sweet juices flowing freely within. That tongue knew just where to hit, bringing moans and deep gasps from the vixen. She gripped her breasts and fell onto her back, legs spread wide for the talented brothel girl. Kitty's growls of pleasure vibrated within Kin's pussy, causing her to squirm under the relentless assaults.
Vennar was close, but he held out - barely. Kitty wasn't quite ready for his knot, and by the envious look she had the previous night, he knew she wanted it. He began to pump into her with renewed urgency, knowing full well they would both be sore for a day or two after. Kitty growled as another orgasm wracked her tiring body, sending chills up her spine. She briefly wondered why this was arousing her like it was before she felt Vennar's knot slip between her folds; her scream of ecstasy sending Kin flying over the edge as the three came simultaneously. Vennar continued to pump inside the wolfess, howling into Kitty's neck as his hot seed filled her canal, leaking around his knot and into the fur on the back of her legs. Kitty smiled, feeling Vennar's loving licks on her now-sensitive neck.
She idly hoped they would be staying in this small ocean-side town, or, better yet, they'd take her with them when they left. She shifted slighty, the appendage within her walls sending a spark of pleasure through her sensitive loins and causing Vennar's hips to buck slightly. A sly grin formed across her muzzle. Yes, she would definately have to get them back for this.
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A door burst open in a spray of broken hinges, spilling four armed pirates into the room. The wolves searched the empty room, finding nothing of importance. "Search the next one!" ordered a greasy fox, stepping back into the hallway. He knew he had seen that black wolf somewhere, and from what he could force out of the innkeeper, both him and his personal slave were still here. He heard faint shouts from outside and walked to the foggy window, whiping the dusty glass with his forearm. The fox stared emotionlessly at what he saw: Three figures, waving and blowing kisses at the inn. On his ship.
The pirate fell to his knees and sobbed angry sobs into his dark hands, insanity setting in as the shouts slowly faded into the great expanse of the sea.