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Well my first submission here, so comments and critique are very welcome.

I can only know how to improve with feedback.

I threw the cub tag on here to be safe though I'd personally consider it more slightly

under aged, but since there wasn't a tag for that an I can't for the life of me find

anything on the policies here I thought better safe than sorry.

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In any of the larger mainland ports Krissa would have been considered out of her

mind and probably been locked away in a loony bin for the rest of her life. Thankfully

in the small island port of Tarvalin it had become traditional to 'loose' a few children

to the 'invading' pirates. In fact her family had wondered why she hadn't tried to

sneak onto one of the ships before her fifteenth birthday had past. Kids as young as

twelve were 'disappearing' all the time and being trained 'against their will' to

become 'savage' pirates.

Of course all this was far from the truth. The imperial court knew exactly what

happened in Tarvalin and let it continue without interference. The pirates were free to

supply themselves in the town and their commerce kept the out of the way port alive.

They could also pick up a few spirited recruits to train to replace those lost in

skirmishes. The court was happy to allow this trade to continue simply so that they

could keep scaring the merchants into paying protection taxes for the few warships

that patrolled the trade routes. Everyone was very happy with the status quo that had

developed over the years and to the people of Tarvalin, becoming a pirate was as

respected a career choice as becoming a fisherman.

Krissa, like many youngsters, had decided that compared to the dull life she was

bound to lead in Tarvalin the danger and excitement of a pirate's life suited her far

better. Now if the pirates just took on any kid that spoke up they'd have more young

lads and lasses then they could ever use, so over the years it had become customary to

sneak aboard the ship of your choice and hide away until it set sail. Something that

not so many children could accomplish. Krissa however was not only on the ship

while it was sailing away, but had managed to wind up in what she was sure was the

prettiest room she had ever seen on a ship. She was certainly not regretting waiting for

the famed Windcutter to arrive at port again.

She kicked her legs idly as she sat on the large soft bed that dominated the room; it

had ornately carved posts at each corner and the softest blankets she had ever felt

covering it. It was also quite roomy underneath, as she had found out in her spell of

hiding under it. There was a large desk to one side with some maps and things

covering every surface that she had stayed respectfully away from, a wooden chair

next to the desk and a wardrobe to one side that had a dress hanging from the corner.

This was apparently a girl's room, or at least it seemed that way, a faint scent of

perfume hung in the air and no self-respecting manly pirate would want that in his

room. Since this was a girl's room the ship must have a female navigator she

reasoned, the captain was male, she'd seen the aged man last time the ship was in

port. Maybe the navigator was the captain's lover or something though, that would

explain the finery.

Krissa let her head drop down over her own form, the simple coat she'd brought was

laying at her feet and the brown shirt and knee length skirt that covered her fur really

didn't seem like the best pirate dress but it was all she could be happy taking. Well

that and her stockings and shoes. Her brother offered her his boots but she had

politely refused them, she couldn't take his things away when she was already

leaving. She ran her hands over her skirt to make it look a little more respectable

before she curled one up and rested her muzzle on it with a sigh, the other hand

twirling a lock of her deep red hair. That was another thing, how many pirates had she

seen with hair down to their backs?

So she was on the ship but what was she supposed to do now? Since the pirates would

all be back aboard she wouldn't be able to move about very easily and she hadn't seen

any other kenkuyun onboard her light red fur would be easily spotted. Quite why she

had to have the red fur running from under her muzzle all the way down the front of

her body and then tipping her bushy tail, paws and most of her ears in this situation

she didn't know, it stood out a fair deal from the rest of her brown fur. Even her bright

pink tinted eyes were a little less obvious.

Just as Krissa was considering what she was supposed do, the door handle twisted and

was softly pushed open. Her eyes darted up to the figure that had paused in the

doorway, no doubt surprised to see the young girl sat on the bed. The figure, Krissa

was very surprised to see, was another kenkuyun and not just any kenkuyun but a

white furred one with dark red chest fur. Normally their species had brown on red but

in rare instances one would be born with white and red fur, or rarer still black and red

fur. Even the hair was exotic, short and wild, most likely dyed to its raven black

colour since Krissa had never seen that colour occur naturally before. It was a woman,

probably in her mid twenties, and a pretty one at that, even under the heavy black and

red trimmed long coat that better suited a man Krissa was sure she had to fend men

off regularly.

The white woman turned her head back out into the passageway and the moment she

began to call out Krissa couldn't help but cringe at the prospect of being thrown off

the ship.

"Hey, Lar, tell Denken to send up two meals to my quarters this evening, looks like

we have another kenku fox on the crew." The white fox's voice held a surprising tone

of authority and the replies were barely called back before the door was closed and

locked behind her.

It took a little while for Krissa to remember that most of the other races referred to

them as kenku foxes, mostly because they looked like foxes from the mainland just

with slimmer, smaller builds and longer ears and tails. After she had spent far too long

focused on the use of that name she finally registered that she was being allowed to

stay.

"I...Than..." Krissa started to stutter before the white fox waved a hand, causing her

to stop instantly and lower her gaze. She didn't want to seem rude or anything but she

still had no idea what she should do now that she was actually on the ship.

"You don't need to thank me, it's customary after all." The white fox dropped her

hand and moved over to the chair, her hands working the buttons of her coat open.

Her voice was softer now, though still holding a subtle self-assured authority. "What's

your name girl?"

"Kri...Krissa ma'am." She let her eyes rise up again and watched the older fox

remove her coat and place it over the back of the chair. The white shirt and black

trousers that were revealed confirmed Krissa's earlier suspicions that she probably

garnered a lot of interest from males. No wonder she was the captain's...

"Captain."

"Captain?" Had she thought that last bit out loud?

"You address me as captain, not ma'am." The white fox clarified before Krissa's look

of surprise caused her to tilt her head a little at the girl. "What? Never thought you'd

see a woman as a captain?"

"No, no...it's just that last time you were here..." Krissa was quick to shake her head

and try to retract the statement before the sound of chuckling cut her off.

"Captain Reynolds retired two years ago, he left me in charge since he'd been training

me since I jumped aboard to be his replacement." The captain scratched her muzzle

with a paw while giving Krissa a look that made her fidget a little uncomfortably.

"How old are you Krissa?"

"I'm fifteen last spring, captain."

"And why on earth did you decide to come and join us on our dangerous and illegal

run around the open sea?" There was a glint in the captain's eye now and Krissa

choose her next words very carefully since they'd most likely determine what was to

happen with her after this point.

"I...just wanted to be something other than some girl from Tarvalin, I know it's not as

glamorous a life as people make it out to be...and I know I could wind up getting

killed. It's just that, I've always been pretty good at reading maps and I really like the

sea, but if I stay in town I'll not be able to help with the fishing because it's bad luck

to have girls on board fishing boats." She stooped to take a breath at this point to

organise the rest of her thoughts. "I just really want to be able to sail and see things

outside of the island...captain" Her eyes drifted down for a minute as she cursed

herself for not having a better reason for hopping aboard a pirate ship and hiding

away in the captain's quarters and all of this.

"Well, seems like we had the same reason for leaving that boring rock." The captain's

response surprised Krissa but the smile she sure when she looked up made her relax.

She opened her mouth, suddenly wanting to ask a string of questions about her time

on their shared home but she was quickly cut off as the captain continued. "We can

swap stories about home another time, for now I have to decide what to do with you.

You said you were good with maps right?"

"I can read standard charts and plot basic courses. I was told I have a good mind for

the subject, captain"

"Well, if that's true I think I could train you to be my assistant, I've been hoping to

find someone else I can trust to work out courses for us. The rest of them really don't

have any flair when it comes to mapping." The captain slowly walked over to where

Krissa was sat and crouched down in front of her so their faces were level. For some

reason the look coming from the light cyan eyes she was met with made her fidget

again.

"I guess that would be good...but I'd need some more training before I could help

with complex stuff...but I..." A hand curled lightly around her arm and her words

were soon lost.

"You worry far too much you know. Now, being my assistant will entail a little more

than just reading maps but..." The captains other hand came up to brush over Krissa's

muzzle gently. "I think you'll be perfectly fine in that role as well."

"Wha...?" Krissa was just about able to get out before she was abruptly pushed onto

her back, the captains hands holding her wrists firmly to the bed while she leant over

her so their muzzles were almost touching, causing the young fox to shiver.

"Think of it as another tradition, it gets really quite lonely at times in my position ever

since he retired. Oh don't you worry your pretty little head I'm a lot gentler than any

the guys you'd end up with if I turned you loose on the ship."

"But I'm only..."

"I was fourteen when I found myself on this ship. Stop worrying so much, I'll be

gentle with you."

"But you're..."

"A girl? I'm perfectly aware of what I am. Didn't you ever hear all those stories about

how depraved we pirates are?" The captain's face took on a soft smirk. "I guess you

wouldn't have coming from Tarvalin. Tell you what cutie, if you really don't like it

when I'm done with you, I'll let you find someone else to apprentice with or you can

go home."

"You'd let me just go home?" Krissa asked, still painfully aware of the closeness of

their lips. Could she really just go home, this had always seemed like a one way trip

and while it was true she was somewhat scared about the idea of what was apparently

expected of her, it didn't stop this being the only way for her to fulfil her wishes.

Even if it was odd for her to imagine a girl wanting to do things with her it was

somehow less scary than the thought of having a guy pin her down. Maybe it was

because she was a kenkuyun as well and from her village, but Krissa found her mind

wandering a little onto what exactly the captain had in mind for her.

"Of course I would sweetie, but seeing as you seem a lot like me, I'm pretty sure

you'll feel like staying here." The captain's tail swished from side to side behind her

as she climbed onto the bed over Krissa, pulling the younger fox fully onto the bed

with surprising ease.

"But..." Krissa started to protest before her words were cut off as her lips suddenly

found themselves pressed to the captain's own. She tried to squirm away but against

the strength and weight of the older fox she could do little to move herself anywhere.

The lips soon pulled back though, the cyan eyes looking back down to Krissa while an

amused smile formed on the captain's muzzle.

"This would be much easier if you just relaxed a little, I really don't want to have to

tie you..."

"But I don't even know your name!" Krissa half yelled, wanting to get her words out

before she was interrupted again. It was only after a few moments of stunned silence

that she finally realised how disrespectful she had been, even given the circumstances,

and managed to quietly add, "Captain."

A few more moments passed during which Krissa expected to be reprimanded for her

outburst, after all you didn't just sneak on board someone's ship and yell at them.

Okay so maybe she could be forgiven since she didn't know about this extra tradition

but she still jumped aboard of her own free will. A soft giggle broke her out of her

thoughts.

"You are so cute when you are all flustered." The white furred vixen smiled as she

released Krissa's hands and instead brought them up to cup her head. "My name is

Lysara, you can call me that or Ly' when we are alone in here but it's captain the rest

of the time, same as everyone else."

Krissa managed a nod in reply but no words came to her. Her question was answered

and her hands were free yet she didn't use the small advantage to try and squirm away

from Lysara's embrace. Instead she just found herself looking deeply into her cyan

eyes and wondering if this life was really going to turn out to be as good as she had

hoped.

"I know what you're thinking," Lysara whispered softly, letting her tail curl to run up

Krissa's skirt, causing the young vixen to shiver, "It gets better Kris'." She leaned in

and planted her lips to Krissa's once more.

Krissa wasn't sure what to think about Lysara's comment but any attempts to think on

it were quickly smothered by the return of the lips. This time she didn't squirm quite

so much, even when she felt the other vixen's tongue trailing over her lips. Without

any thought her lips parted to accept the probing tongue, which quickly took to

exploring her mouth. She managed a soft gasp as her eyes closed, letting herself focus

on the strangely pleasurable sensation.

In a way she had always assumed something like this could happen to her, but it never

really seemed like a real possibility. The pirates were always well behaved in Tarvalin

so she had assumed that those few tails of their uncivil ways that made it to the island

were lies or about other pirates. Now though she was pinned to a bed and at the mercy

of the ship's captain who seemed intent on having her way with Krissa's body. Yet

oddly she wasn't so much scared as nervous, the feeling of the tongue in her mouth,

unwelcome as it had originally been, had become pleasant and even drawn her own

tongue to swirl gently with the intruder. She was far from naïve about sex since she'd

be of acceptable age to mate next year if she wished, but this was the first time she

had ever been exposed to the idea of two girls playing with each other in that way. If

she was to be honest with herself, she kind of wanted to see how the rest of it felt.

Perhaps Lysara had been reading her mind, because no sooner had she thought about

what else could happen, then one of Lysara's hands trailed down from the back of

Krissa's head and down to her chest. The fingers played lightly over her small breasts

before moving down to her waist. The gentle attentions caused her to murr softly in

reply before she knew what she was doing. That simple reaction seemed to please her

partner though as she felt the vixen on top of her press more firmly into the kiss while

both the hands made short work of pulling her shirt up to her neck.

It might have been that the sensation of having the tail under her skirt moving, just

enough for the tip to flick gently between her legs, made Krissa forget the small detail

that she didn't have anything on under her shirt. When a hand stated to gently

massage one of her breasts she let out a soft moan, surprised at the sensitivity of her

chest at another's touch. Fingers traced over the curves of her small mound while the

palm pressed against it and rolled in lazy circles.

Krissa's squirms quickly changed from a method of escape to simple reactions to the

torrent of sensations she was being hit with. Her tongue started to seek out on it's

own, playing back into Lysara's muzzle and entwining with the invading tongue. The

presence on top of her seemed far more warm and inviting now, almost comforting.

Krissa realised that the attentions were turning her on now and more importantly that

she was getting wet. Was that okay though? This was technically rape right? The

thoughts didn't last for long as she felt the tongue slip from her muzzle. Startled by

the sudden departure she almost sat up before she felt the warm tongue lick across her

breast instead, focusing its attention around her perked nipple.

"Ly...captain...I...do you...I mean..." Krissa had a hard time concentrating on words

between the tongue running over her breasts and the hands that had moved to slowly

run up her leg. The licks stopped for a moment though and looking down she was met

with the cyan eyes that now seemed to captivate her wholly.

"You concentrate on enjoying yourself, you can return the favour when you are good

and ready." Without giving the chance for further argument the eyes dipped again as

the tongue returned to its play. Both the hands worked on her legs, gently parting

them and exploring up the young vixens thighs, taking the skirt up with them. Claws

gently traced their way up her leg and over the panties that barred any further

progress. Krissa shivered and moaned softly, her back arching a little in subconscious

anticipation of what was coming.

"You're already wet...I guess it'd be rude not to continue now." Lysara shifted her

body up a ways so that she could nibble the base of Krissa's ear. A hand moving back

to the brown vixen's breast while the other traced along her panties teasingly. The

white vixen's tail found Krissa's brown one and wrapped around it slowly.

"Please," was all Krissa could whisper in return to the words, her mind loosing itself

in the combination of the warmth on top of her and the sensations running through

her. Her squirming had all but stopped the moment the fingers carefully laced around

the waistband of her panties, her eyes fell closed and she gasped softly, knowing that

there was nothing between the older vixen and her most private area now.

"Such a good girl...I'm going to wash away all of your doubts Kris', relax." Lysara's

words were ended with a lick to Krissa's ear before the tongue moved down past her

cheek to settle on her neck. There it started to coat her neck with an array soft kisses

and light nips. The feeling of a single claw softly tracing over her slit was enough to

drown out the tongue and the hand at he breast, sending a deep shiver though her

young body. The finger slowly pushed against her, gently parting her folds and

entering her virgin body.

Krissa had pleasured herself before, so she thought she had known what to expect, but

he feeling of having someone else's finger inside her though was far more pleasurable

in comparison than she had imagined. A soft murr escaped her lips but was quickly

replaced wit a full moan as another two fingers found their way inside her. Her body

was having enough trouble keeping pace with the new sensations rippling through her

but then the fingers started to pump gently in and out of her as well.

"Ahh...Ly..." Her words were broken by soft moans as she became all too aware of

the fingers tweaking her nipple and the teeth digging gently into her shoulder. The

fingers continued to slide into her, picking up a pace as they went, which made her

arch up more against the vixen's body above her in search of her warmth. A feeling

began to build inside her, a familiar one but far more intense this time, all the little

attentions slowly built it up until it threatened to engulf her senses entirely. The rough

but careful bite to her neck, the hand playing around with her breasts and the fingers

working themselves in and out of her body at a feverish pace, all of these and the

sudden spike of pleasure that surged through her when her clit was rubbed as well

made the feeling grow all the more.

Under such an assault of sensations it wasn't long before the growing feeling peaked

out and shattered through her body. She shuddered and moaned deeply as she felt her

walls grip around the fingers that still pumped into her in slow stokes now. She felt

the teeth leave her shoulder and instead found her muzzle invaded with Lysara's

warm tongue once again. Everything bar the warmth of the older vixen disappeared

from Krissa's mind as she rode out the waves of bliss that fogged her consciousness.

When she came down from the heavenly bliss she was aware that they were still

kissing, as passionately as long time lovers and not a women and the girl she had just

half raped. The warmth of their intertwined tongues, and the soft moans each let slip

into the kiss were enough to prolong the experience for what seemed like an eternity

until Lysara finally withdrew regardless of Krissa's attempts to follow her as she sat

up.

"I have some things to check up on, I'll be back before the evening meal and you can

tell me your decision then," Lysara smiled down to the young vixen whose pink eyes

slowly fluttered open. Tilting her head a little, Lysara slowly removed her fingers

from the girl's body, smiling even more at the gasp the action produced.

"There's a towel in the wardrobe, get cleaned up and get some rest. This room is

yours as well for however long you stay with me." The hand that was still covered in

Krissa's cum slowly traced it's way up the young vixen's stomach, causing her to

shiver. It soon moved off of her and found it's way up to Lysara's muzzle where the

white fox licked it clean.

"Captain...I..." Krissa was quickly cut off by a quick kiss followed with a grope at

her breast.

"Rest, we'll talk later, that's an order sweetie," Lysara gave a quick wink before she

turned and stepped off the bed, moving to grab her coat from the chair before she

headed to the door. "I shouldn't have to tell you to stay in here should I?"

"No, captain."

"Good girl, I won't be long now." With that the door opened and closed, leaving

Krissa alone on the bed.

It was hard for her to take in all that had happened but she eventually pulled her shirt

down and carefully went to find the towel. She felt a little bad for getting the towel

dirty since it was the only one in there but she had been ordered to clean up after all.

Her skirt had also gotten pretty messy in the activity but she didn't have anything else

to change into. At least her panties had been spared for the most part so she wasn't too

uncomfortable wearing them again.

Krissa's mind wandered onto the events that had happened today as she sat alone on

the bed, fidgeting a little uncomfortably at being alone in a strange place now. She'd

seen her family off this morning, snuck on board this ship and then been half raped by

the captain, her first sexual experience and it had been with another woman, one

probably ten years her senior as well. Sure, she had ended up enjoying the

experience but still, she couldn't help but be nervous as she thought about what her

future would hold for her as a result of her decision to stay.

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This was slanted as a one-shot bit of fun but I might expand on Krissa's adventures in

future since I kinda like the setting idea. No promises though, my muse is a fickle thing.

Hope you enjoyed it.