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Swearing Fealty at Sea

**A story by Vulpes Prime

CW: Mind control, dubcon, light transformation themes, musk**

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Salt encrusted Tenma's fur thick enough for him to taste it, the smell of waxed wood undercut the air of the sea. The maned wolf groaned, as strong arms dragged him along the ship deck, he was dizzy from the sway of the waves and the knock his head received moments before. He could feel the eyes upon him, and the voyeuristic sneers, the sick knowing chuckles of the crewmastes even as he kept his gaze down on the floor.

"Arrrg, and who might be this most unexpected guest?" A voice rasped with experience and authority as thick as the salt in the brine below. Tenma pulled his dizzy gaze up to the source of the sound standing before him. The owner was a red fox with fur that gleamed in the sunlight like pale flames. An old tricorn marked him as Captain, his fur flowed with a blaze-like grace that was set well by the briny air. The Captain's jacket was open, framing a creamy trail of fluff down his chest and well fed belly. His breaches were tied loose, and he wore nothing on his scruffy paws. The entire air of the man exuded an earned confidence, and his crew clearly looked to him with an intense loyalty. All eyes were on Tenma and the Captain, everyone eager to see what was to unfold, even those who maintained the ship's course kept a line of sight to peek.

"Found this dog skulkin' 'bout the brig just as we set sail." One of the crew, a rather stocky ferret with shining piercings and a grizzly, toothy grin informed the Captain. He tossed Tenma toward his leader's feet and chuckled, as he watched the maned wolf struggle up onto his knees. He dare not to stand up, but he wasn't about to grovel on the floor either. Though the sun shined from behind the Captain, Tenma could make out something in his hand that made the maned wolf's tail curl about one leg tight. It was his records notebook.

"Takin' stock o' our wares, eh? Yeh ain't the inspector we know an' love, lad." The Captain pantomimed like he was perusing the book, but Tenma was sure he'd read it all through already. He kept his muzzle shut and put on a brave front, but he was sweating bullets and scrambling with thought. The book contained a list of illicit and undeclared cargo. Alongside his navy blues, the records ruled out any attempt to say he was simply stowing away, but he wasn't sure that would have been a good idea either. Pirates weren't known to be kind. No doubt his superiors would have his head for this screw up, either way. He wasn't sure why he hadn't been done in yet. Maybe they thought he was important enough to ransom.

"Now seein' as we like t'preserve amicable relations with yer navy," the Captain said, gesturing to Tenma's recently scuffed uniform.

"I'll let ye off easy if'n yah spill the word on who put yeh on me ship. Which officer put yeh up to this, lad?" The Captain offered leniency, but what did that really mean? Tenma knew pirates sometimes 'employed' navy officers, but he didn't like the sound of working a pirate's galleon for the rest of his life. If he meant to let him go, he'd be facing his superiors as a traitor who actually gave up information. The perceived prospects were precarious at best, and Tenma did the only thing he was really trained to do.

"My name -- is Tenma Alder, inspector of Port Silverdust, T'was a routine inspection and nothing more! Under the privateer's contract, you must return me to my port of origin and give up any undeclared cargo, as well as contraband!" The maned wolf did his best to contain a stammer, annunciating his best to the entire crew and particularly the captain. Everyone could feel the fear caught in his throat and laughed at his declaration, and uproar of guffaws that cut through any confidence Tenma had in the laws of this sea.

The Captain laughed not, however. He kept his steely, smarmy gaze on Tenma like he was sizing up a haul. The maned wolf heard stories of this captain, a pirate who commanded with an absolute loyalty and respect. He was a hedonist who shared with his crew and took from all others. Rumor told that his charisma befriended even beasts of the deep, but Tenma had hardly believed such tall tales.

To see the Dread Pirate Tucker Dorsey here and now somehow gave an odd humanity to the salty fox, but cemented the legend in truth for Tenma. His crew looked to him with reverence, and the seas seemed all the calmer, gentler than Tenma had ever seen. It all made the maned wolf reconsider how strange the sultry air ws about Captain Tucker.

The powerful fox drew near, his presence radiation hotter even in the bright ocean sun. The smell of salt grew stronger, as he came closer, bringing with it a scent of cedar and smoke. The masculine musk hit Tenma hard, not an unfamiliar scent, but of a quality wholly unexperienced before. The maned wolf craned his neck to keep his eyes on the Captain's amber eyes as he drew closer, and the fox reciprocated the contact. There was a strangeness to the Captain's gaze, it was not unlike looking into the briny deep with all its reflections and sparkles, a deep dark colour that could swallow a man whole. Tenma hardly noticed the two crewmen back away, as Captain Tucker put his handpaw on the maned wolf's head without fear.

The old sea fox's hand had an odd gentleness to it, the way it came to rest between the maned wolf's ears was almost caring, as he slid his grasp to the cheek. Tenma's head was spinning slowly, he felt like he'd been in the sun a mite too long. What was happening here? Where was the threat of a thousand cuts, or the plank? The crew had grown so quiet.

"Methinks you an' I can come to a better understanding. Let ol' Tucker show yah what's in yer best interest, lad. Nice 'n simple." The fox said to which the wolf meant to muster protest, but he barely let out a whimper, as Captain Tucker's gentle paw pulled on the back of his head.

Tenma's snout was introduced to the thick forest of fur and salt-enhanced musk that was the Captain's belly. The maned wolf had been interrogated before. He'd taken some beatings, lost one of his fangs and suffered a few bones broken. This was the oddest method he'd ever encountered, but that left him ill prepared to resist.

The maned wolf's snout wrinkled, as the scent of sea salt hit its peak. It carried with it that cedar from before, stronger than ever and flooding his nostrils. The captain's day was plain in his musk, from the slight sweat of the sun, to the smell of early morning fun. The earthy air was oddly intoxicating, a rich musk that made Tenma's head swim further, and his tail thwap involuntarily against the ship deck.

He didn't understand what had gotten into him. One moment he was straining to resist the Captain's grip, and the next he was desperately snuffling through the thick fuzz. The silence was broken by voyeuristic whoops and chuckles, but they felt distance to Tenma. All Tenma knew was Tucker's stomach, and his snout followed after the scent wherever it grew stronger, the higher the concentration the better. Tucker's paw pressured him no longer, but the maned wolf didn't care. Paws reached up that should have pushed away, but instead they formed a purchase tracing along the Captain's sides. The maned wolf trambled, as the intoxicating musk penetrated his brain and set him into a wild heat.

"Looks like the lad can't get enough o' old Cap'n Tucker!" The fox shouted with a smirking pride, as Tenma lost his grip on reality and started pulling on Tucker's slacks. The fox's paw returned to the maned wolf's head for an encouraging tousle. The Captain was enjoying the sight of Tenma drooling and digging his snout into and along the generous treasure trail that guided him along the path to the prize.

"Now don't yeh see, lad? Ain't nothin' ye could'a done, jus' like the rest of me crew." Tucker said, though Tenma barely listened. The open sea air was a great conductor of the Captain's scent, the maned wolf could taste the woodsy undertones and the hint of sex coming off the fox. Never had he sampled such ambrosia, the scent and savory tang of such a great man. The wolf couldn't stop himself, he scrunched hims muzzle against the base of Tucker's cock, taking as deep a huff as his lungs would allow.

The pure, unadulterated musk wiped clean the slate, and any hint of resistance that may have been left there. All there was for him in that moment was Cap'n tucker, who so generously, so kindly allowed him to sample his essence. His snout explored freely, sniffing into the underside of Tucker's shaft, into the soft space where his rod met his coinpurse. The dog's tongue lolled heavily, and Tucker enjoyed the heat of breath that came with this budding devotion.

The maned wolf simply couldn't take it anymore, his greedy paw gripped the Captain's base and tilted the turgid meat. He had to have a taste of this magnificence, but just as his tongue was to contact the tip of the fox's girth, he was pushed away. The pair of arms that held him before pulled him back and the Captain simply looked down at him with a smug grin.

He struggled between the strong mustelids keeping him from the Captain, never before had he felt so desperate to escape someone's grasp.

"Let me go! Please, I need it!" The maned wolf shouted, growling in frustration that was almost shared by the two ferrets. Everyone wanted to see the navy officer brought down low, but in a way they all looked like they envied his position at the moment.

"Arrrg, ye may get what ye desire, but yeh gotta work for it, lad. Tell me the truth of what yeh were doin' on me ship. Tell me everythin' and ye'll have yer fill 'n more." Tucker said, gently fondling himself to a drooling thickness that only made stronger the heavy scent in the air. It was driving Tenma wild, like he was cut off from his only source of blood, like he was inches away from life giving water in a parched desert.

"I was sent by Admiral Miran, the lion! He wanted a list of everything, and he told me you would be leaving much later than you did! He's assembling evidence to have you arrested, but no one is cooperating without the right information!" Tenma struggled still, trying to wrench his way out of their arms. He did what they asked, what more was there?

"Good lad, good lad. Now pledge yer loyalty t'me. Swear yer fealty to your Captain Tucker Dorsey and renounce the navy." Tucker spoke in a grand, grave tone that echoed through Tenma's big ears. It was no ask, no offer, but a direct demand of the maned wolf. Minutes prior, he would have spat on the deck, but now it seemed so obviously the right decision. There was no way he could say no.

The pair of crewmen let Tenma go, who knelt before the Captain with the reverence he deserved.

"I pledge my loyalty to you, Captain Tucker Dorsey. I will be your crewmate and forsake the Navy, I will be yours to command in service and life. Make me your instrument and I will play how you deign it to be." The maned wolf said it like he was back in the academy, using every flourish he knew to convince the Captain that his words were true. The crew let into an uproar of chuckles and whoops once again, commenting on how fancy his one was, but Tenma didn't feel embarrassed. He was speaking from the heart.

Tucker came close to the bowing dog and leaned down to pull his chin up, staring into his eyes once again. He could always tell when they became his, the way that they looked at him with complete and utter confidence, reverence, and devotion. It was time to seal the deal.

The old sea fox pressed his shaft in against the side of Tenma's muzzle, staining his fur with precum and that amazing scent. The maned wolf let out an exasperated, happy whine and wrapped his paw around his Captain's rod. He gave it a few pumps just to appreciate the feel and give of his Captain's flesh, before he engulfed the meat in his maw and put all his effort into wrinkling his muzzle hard against the fox's crotch.

"There yah go lad, not so tough now eh? Betcha yer happier tastin' yer Cap'n than yah ever were servin' some stuffy suit out at the dock." The captain tousled his new catch's hair, playing with the ears and urging his movements here and there. The maned wolf was lost in the stupor of mind bending sex, even if he was the only one really doing any of the work. Tenma knew he was getting the better side of the deal, that what he was doing was a labor of love.

With the crew's catcalling and whoops far out of his mind, the maned wolf played with the thickness filling his maw. He found it salty in an irresistible way, as his tongue curled around the circumference and squeezed as hard as it could. The maned wolf's lingual muscle dragged across the surface like it was trying to be a tendril, but soon returned to the tip. He pressed the flat of his tongue into the Captain's foreskin, teasing at the slit and around the glans, lapping up every bit of flavor and essence he could gather.

Captain Tucker groaned in his victory, one that he was assured the moment the maned wolf set foot on his ship. The scent of Tucker's sex was swimming through Tenma's mind and body, and now the lucky mutt was drinking of his fluids. The Captain kept his cool and didn't buck into his prize's maw, but he kept a good grip on his head. He didn't have to keep up the facade of total stoicism, not when he had his cock hilted in someone's maw, Tucker could pant and drool to his heart's content with the happiest smile.

"Oooogh, ye be a fine catch, mutt! I think I'll name yeh Amber, on account of yer fur." Tucker said. 'Amber' approved of the name by twisting his muzzle, as he worked the Captain's shaft. Satisfied his initial deepthroating, the mutt simply enjoyed himself. He played with Tucker's sack, appreciated its weight and heft and the breadth of its scent. He kissed up the underside of the shaft, peeling back the foreskin so he could give a healthy smooch to the tip and slide back down the length with a greed.

Decorum left Tucker's heart, as the pressure of Amber's maw grew stronger and stronger. He held the maned wolf's head by the base of his ears and started to buck lightly. His swinging balls hit Amber's chin with a rhythm, and the cocksucker did his best to keep his bobbing in time with his Captain's rocking.

The pair worked together to bring Tucker's sensory delight to the peak, with Amber stroking along the base of the fox's shaft and Tucker guiding his every other movement. Amber could feel the twitch and pulse of every inch of flesh in his maw, in his grip, and he whined for Tucker's completion. Somehow it felt like an honor, a reward he had to work toward.

Tucker was standing on the tips of his toes, which curled and unfurled with pleasure, which was only enhanced knowing he'd reduced this navy officer to a drooling mess of obedience and subservience. Onlookers couldn't help but stroke as they watched, most imagining they were the maned wolf.

The Captain let out a yowl, as he pressed Amber's head down as far as it would go. Buried in the tight warmth, Tucker ground his crotch against the maned wolf's muzzle, arching his back in the motion, as his body let loose the shiver of pleasure that was climax. Amber held on tight, his own shaft throbbing in his lap, drooling and pulsing without so much as a single touch. Jets of hot seed sprayed down the maned wolf's throat, delivering an overpowering heat and euphoria with it.

Amber could feel the heat swell from deep within his belly. Every swallow made it worse, and from the outside it was more plain to see what was going on. His mane was receding, the dark fur pulling back into lighter shades of pale orange and cream that flowed down his chest and belly.

Tucker pulled out of his maw, if only to let go of more, laying ropes of the fox's cum across Amber's face. His dark forearms faded into a lighter chestnut as well, ever the faster as more of the Captain's corruptive seed hit his fur. The newly christened fox nearly collapsed backward, as his body convulsed and his shaft let go its own spray of pleasure, leaving his spunk all over the deck floor.

In the afterglow of his orgasm, his senses slowly returned. He was panting like a dog tired from running, and his paws looked unfamiliar, even his snout seemed a bit shorter in the middle of his vision. When he looked up and saw the gaze of his Captain, his worries simply melted away.

"Looks like ye had a little too much, heh!" The Captain said, smearing his slicked shaft on the other fox's muzzle. He hauled Amber up from the deck and gave his rear a good squeeze, remarking how alike they were after all.

"Ye'll get along just fine, lad! Welcome to the ship." Cap'n Tucker said, before shoving the freshly confused fox off toward the rest of the crew. He'd have to get to know all the rest, as well.