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"Wha... What was the last one you said?"

"I could teach you?"

"Okay...." I gripped my temples for a moment, and the diziness seemed to pass.

"Okay? Okay!" The Fox jumped high into the air, calling back,

"I'm going to go get somebody!"

"Hey! But-" I scrambled to grab him, and he fell heavily onto the floor. I had pulled down his pants on accident and revealed his bare ass.

He growled, "By the Stars, you could have gotten splinter on my sheath!" as he pulled his pants back up. "Wait, you don't even know how to suck cock yet! Why did you ask me to go get somebody?"

I slapped my forehead a little too hard, the sting shooting down my spine into my tail. Before I could open my eyes again, he was putting two fingers into my mouth and slowly fucking it. I was surprised, but happy, and started to suck on them.

"Too much fangs. Lay off, stick your tongue out more," he giggled as I followed his intructions. "Yeah, that's good!" He started to pump his fingers in and out of me faster, still giggling softly."Yeah, okay, you can take it. You're not sucking very much, put on more pressure. Yeah, alright, now take your paw up here." He positioned me so I was under him, and I laughed back as I mimed sucking his whole arm off.

"Perfect! Just do that about five hundred times and you'll get a nice shot in the mouth. Some nice... delicious... okay, focus. Teaching time. Right. Do kind of this with your paw, it can protect your mouth if you can't take it in the throat. Can you take it in the throat?"

I shrugged as I looked up at him. He sighed and removed his fingers from my mouth.

"I guess there's only one way to find out. I'm going to go get thing set up, you hide behind the hole like a good puppy!" He giggled again as he patted me on both cheeks, making my mouth fall open with a gasp.

I listened in as he talked Elliot into leaving with a few excuses about wanting to try the system out. The Cat resisted, but eventually I heard him moaning in pleasure, as Tyler must have been convincing him in some less diplomatic way. Soon they were both leaving.

I was alone again. The drinks that I had were still pumping through my veins at full force. Just trying it out, just pretending, was incredibly stimulating. My bright red prick had already popped out of my sheath and was throbbing mercilessly, begging for more.

I scampered to the hole, and found it set up with a nice cushion and some towels for clean up. They must have been expecting a truly catastrophic mess for some reason. I gulped. Just thinking about what was about to happen was enough to make me want to paw off right there.

I thought I heard sounds, and my nervous excitement grew even more. I hurriedly put my fingers onto the hole. I couldn't believe that after a week of just peeking at these furs, I got to touch one, even taste one. The sounds got louder, and turned into the voice o the fox. My erection grew enormous as both of my paws left it, ready to receive the mystery member.

"Okay, sh, I don't want them to know who it is. Okay, okay, okay, yeah, go."

The sound of footsteps and a soft but unidentifiable laugh echoed in the store as I started to sweat profusely. I removed my fingers from the hole before they could determine that I was unfamiliar, and gasped as the cock stuck through without a word.

I leaned my head on the wall, just taking in the sight. My paws found their way onto the member, and I had to shut my mouth to not say anything. I wanted to tell them how horny I was. I wanted to tell them how much this meant to me. I wanted to tell them that it was my first time sucking someone off. I couldn't bear the excitement any longer, and looked away, stroking them off and just feeling the length in my paw. They started to hump the hole viciously, and I knew what they wanted.

I kept stroking them evenly, and then spit on their prick noisily. I examined it closer, taking in the length, the soft

feel. I put just the tip into my mouth, closing my eyes and imagining the practice with fingers I had just done.

The fur on the other side gave a sharp intake of breath as I licked the length up and down with my tongue and started to reach down to the bottom of the large hole to lick their balls. I realized with a grin that the hole was big enough to accommodate a full canine knot without trouble.

I sucked on their balls as gently as I could, trying not to meet fur with fang at all. They gasped again and again as I licked them up and down, and the length throbbed in my paw as I stroked it.

My mouth soon found its way fully onto the prick, sucking on the tip as hard as I could. I had to wrap both paws around it to stop the length from going too far into my mouth. I sighed with a hum and took one paw away.

My muzzle lapped up the cock almost against my will, and soon it truly was out of my paws as the fur on the other side of the hole started to hump it again. My mouth was full of cock as I took in the length as far as I could. My paw was curled up almost into a fit, trying to gain some control over the member that was driving itself madly into my mouth.

I felt a tear start to well up in my eye as the pounding continued, and I coughed out a mass of saliva and precum back onto the cock, withdrawing for a moment.

The humping stopped, and a series of hissing gasps started to sound out as I jerked on the member fast and hard. I put my mouth back onto the prick and started to jerk myself slowly, finally giving in to my curiosity and taking both paws off of his cock.

The fur on the other side of the wall sighed appreciatively as I took the entire length into my mouth and tried to suck it down. They stood still and let me work my way down until almost all of it was in me. I took a few shallow breaths through my nose and tried to put the rest into my throat, swallowing and sucking as hard as I could.

I gagged, hard. I took the whole thing out of my mouth for a moment, coughing and spitting again, working the shaft with both paws.

I pushed the length back into my mouth, but they seemed to understand that I couldn't take it all and pulled back from the hole. I sucked as far as I could, pushing my face against the hole.

They started to hump my face gently, and I couldn't help but smile as a steady flow of precum found its way into my throat, trying to lubricate it.

The torrent of salty fluid made me as hard as I ever was, and before I knew it I was slurping up more and more of their prick. The tears that were threatening to escape before made their way onto my cheeks as my gag reflex was tested again and again. I tried to take a breath, but only got even more cock stuck into me, driving into my throat with all it's blunt hardness.

I coughed again and again, but they didn't seem to notice or care, pushing into me as I tried to please them as deep as I could. I started to weep a bit as the member pushed into me without any regard to what my throat could handle. To the fur on the other side, I guess I was just a hole to fuck.

I finally started to swallow a little more, and a little more, as the fur on the other side of the wall gasped in appreciation and slammed up against the wall hard enough for me to feel it shake. I happily used my new-found ability to deep throat to suck him as hard and as deep as I could, humming in appreciation of the taste and the feel as he shook and moaned against the wall.

The feel of something thicker and much more volumous than before exploded into my mouth. I put the member as far back into my throat as I could so that it was easy to swallow, my tongue milking the thick fluid directly into my stomach. I lapped at it greedily, literally wishing to drink all of the cum that I could just because I was hungry. They pumped their whole load into me quickly, though, and soon withdrew it from the hole, before I could even finish licking all the fluid that spilled off of my tongue onto his balls.

I covered my mouth with my paws and swallowed again as I took a cloth and calmly wiped my mouth. I started to paw myself off just thinking about what had just happened.

I luckily thought to hide before anyone came back, but my erection was too painful to keep in the pair of stolen shorts I was wearing. I hid and quickly undressed all the way, getting comfortable and feeling strangely warm, almost as if the cum I drank was as alcoholic as any of the grog.

I wrapped my paw around the base of my knot and growled softly, biting my other paw hard to stop myself from getting any louder. I breathed heavier and heavier, my thin stomach heaving.

I bit my lip and wrapped both paws around myself, grabbing onto my knot with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other. I shook my head from side to side as I tried to remember every detail about teh experience I just had. My memory was criminally fuzzy from the drink, and I barely retained the experience up to the point where he came.

The overwhelming sensation of having somebody cum down my throat seemed to block out every bit of the experince up to that point. My throat was still sore from where it had been probed, but that just made me even more aroused as I felt it with one of my paws.

I started to whine again as the warm feeling faded and the pain started to take over. I quickly finished off the cup of grog that was in my hiding place and then went back to trying to make myself cum. My pink prick was throbbing and more veiny than I had ever seen it, and as I kept tasting the sweet taste of cum on my tongue, I couldn't help but release my own load. It rocketed up in a few thin bursts, pushing from under my knot and squeezing out all over my belly.

I gasped and moaned a little too loudly as the last few drips worked their way out of the tip. I quickly shut my mouth so hard that I bit down on my swollen-feeling tongue.

With a gasp of pain, I decided firmly that the only way to stay quiet was to get to sleep again. However, the matter of cleaning myself up took up several minutes of time, and getting dressed took a few more.

By the time I was ready to sleep, time had seemed to drag out into a hopeless slog, and the ship rocked back and forth crazily, almost as if we were in a storm.

I licked my lips, savoring the taste of my night. Curling up into a small ball, I sighed heavily and tried to ignore the movement of the ship, feeling it as a rocking sensation instead of a spinning one.

I couldn't believe my luck. The wish of that Dog for more anonymous sex made it so that I could have someone for the first time without them even having to know that I was on the ship. I scratched behind my ears as I thought of what the fox said before- I could get the Cat to suck me off if I wanted to.

I sighed happily, almost laughing out loud. I patted my balls happily as I thought about it- he would honestly believe that he was sucking off a load from the hesitant Dog that he liked to tease so much. In my drunken stupor, I couldn't be bothered with questions of whether that was really something I should do or not.

I grabbed my head as the diziness started to take over again, and the grog worked its way past my stomach and into my guts, where it could do some real damage. I breathed evenly and tried to picture the blue sky and the clear sea.

The diziness didn't stop, though, and as I fell asleep my dreams started with spinning rowboats, being sucked down into a great black abyss as they slowly spiraled down and down.

***

CHANGE CHARACTER: ELLIOT

I knew I heard something behind the crates- I had moved the barrels there out of sight so that if somebody tried to steal, they would feel confident enough in that hiding spot without realizing that it boxed them in. I snuck up and looked through a rolled-up rug that I stacked for the express purpose of using as a peep-hole.

A Wolf!

I almost fell to the ground in shock. I rubbed my eyes and looked back. It was a Wolf! A Wolf, on the ship? How did he get here- an armor spell? No, he must have been a stowaway.

He turned to face me, and I withdrew from the hole instinctively. I looked back and covered my mouth with a paw. He was just a kid. What was he doing on the ship?

I dashed to the Captain and was blurting everything out to him before I knew what I was doing. He only said two words.

"Show me."

The Bear shook his head when he saw. "Do you think it's a juvenile prisoner from Vera?"

"No, he would have a prisoner's collar. I think he's just a stowaway, probably trying to smuggle his way home."

"I can't have a Wolf on my ship, Elliot. We have to get everyone down here to make sure he doesn't escape."

"Do you want me to get them?"

"You get Fredric and Justin. I'll grab Raynn and Simon, and whoever sees Tyler first can try to talk him into helping."

I took one last look at the sleeping boy. He was probably going to be a prisoner of some kind soon. I knew exactly what he was in for. The taste of regret and empathy was soured somewhat with a kind of sick revenge.

I rushed to get the introverted carpenter, Justin. He was a strong but sleek Otter that could repair the ship fairly well, even underwater. I barely saw him unless there was a problem, but he seemed to be up and ready when I found him.

"Justin. We're having a meeting in the store. Captain's orders."

He tilted his head, but didn't question me as he followed close behind. I saw Tyler drawing something on a note, and stopped to try to get him.

"Tyler! Back to the store room, Captain's orders."

"Ooo, Captain's orders!" He mocked for a moment, but then he caught the eyes of the Otter.

"You're coming, Tyler. Now." The Fox sulked, but followed behind us as well as we went to get the Dog.

We walked in on him while his rune magic was spilled all over the flat surfaces of his room. He looked up from navigating a map on the ground to see us.

"Kahem, there really are three of you there, right? I'm not just drunk?"

"Yeah, Fredric. Captain needs you in the store room, we're all going."

"Alright, sounds like we're breaking out the grog." He stood shakily, and wiped away the rune magic with a paw. "Let's get down there already!"

We showed up to see the captain already talking in low tones with the other crew members. They waved us over silently, and we joined the conversation while the young, intelligent Squirrel was talking.

"On an empty stomach, enough to black out is far less. And look at him, he must weigh only half what you do."

The Captain wasn't offended, but still looked over to us.

"Justin, Fredric. We have a stowaway on board, a young Wolf. We don't know his designs yet."

"We do know that 'e's the one what been stealin' our grub," the Lynx offered calmly, giving the Captain a meaningful look. "I say we give 'im the proper punishment fer all 'is stealin' and sneakin'. Lock 'im up in the bilge until we can offload 'im at some port."

"He's just a kid, Simon," the Squirrel looked back at him and shook his head. "He's not a combatant or a spy."

"Raynn's right," the Bear looked at the Otter with a glare. "I want your opinion, for once, Justin."

"Wolves took everything from me. I would keel-haul him as soon as feed him." The Otter folded his arms and actually moved to stand next to the Lynx. I knew enough about him to know that the port he once owned and lived at was destroyed by Wolf fireswingers.

The captain looked at Tyler. "Well, young Mage? What do you think?"

"I love this guy, are you kidding me? He's going to be a champion cock sucker. You guys really don't want to keep him? I want to keep him! I'll feed him and take care of him and pet him-"

"Alright, quiet. Fredric, are you sober enough to answer me?"

"Yes, Sir. In my opinion, there's no excuse good enough to justify breaking and entering like this, Sir. I don't pretend to know how these things work at sea, but if this were an army barracks I would feel supremely vindicated in a summary imprisonment, Sir."

"That is true, thank you, Fredric. It looks like me and you are going to decide, Elliot."

I gulped. "I'm just a prisoner, Sir. I don't have any right to vote."

"Nonsense. On my ship, you have a right to vote as long as you're on my crew."

"Fine then. I don't want to vote until the young man can explain himself. I set this up as a trap, so let's box him in and ask what's going on."

Most nodded in agreement at this, so we all moved around the corner of the stacked crates to confront the young Wolf. I couldn't help but notice that some of the crew made a racket while some were as stealthy as I.

"Who's going to wake him up?"

"Does the hackbones have a smelling salt?"

"No, as a matter of fact, the surgeon don't. You can still wake him gently."

"Or we could slap 'im-"

The Captain stepped up and kneeled next to the sleeping Wolf. We all fell silent as he reached out a paw and stroked his forehead slowly. The wolf nuzzled into him, and then started to lick his lips and shiver pitifully. The big Bear put an arm around him and held both of his paws by the wrist in just one of his own.

"Wake up, young Wolf. Don't fight. Wake up." The Fox was now standing over him and cooing while the Captain restrained him. The boy woke up hazily.

"Daddy... Fox... oh, I... what?"

"It's okay," The Bear said softly as he woke up, holding him closely. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Captain? Oh, no." The Wolf looked around and saw all of us blocking off the only exit. "Oh, no...."

The Captain continued to rock him gently until his eyes snapped all the way open- and he squirmed for only a brief second before surrendering.

"I'm Nicholas, the Captain of this ship. What's your name?"

"Andrew," the Wolf piped up in his pitiful voice. "Please, let me go."

"Not yet. I want you to talk to my quartermaster. You see, you could have gotten him in a lot of trouble if he didn't find you. Maybe enough trouble to go back to prison for a long time. What do you think about that?"

The Wolf looked up at me with eyes holding back tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please let me go."

I squatted down next to him and put a paw on his shoulders. "I don't really blame you like that. I just want to know what you're doing here."

The Wolf looked around dizzily, as if he were going to faint. "Okay, I'll tell. I'm trying to get to the Wolf Empire-"

"I knew it," the officer Lynx growled out.

"My Father is there. He was sent over as a prisoner when the war escalated."

I tried to piece together the sentence in my head. "Your Father is held prisoner with the Wolves?"

"Yes, he was a pacifist who escaped to the Kingdom when he was younger. He married my Mother and was a citizen, but he still had a warrant as an escaped soldier."

I nodded and offered up a guess as to what happened next based on my experience with the prison transfers that happened over the last year. "Let me guess- The Kingdom was afraid of him, so they deported him."

The Wolf nodded, and the more sensitive squirrel gasped in shock.

"What? They couldn't. Not if he was married?"

"He never stopped being a prisoner to them, so they had to offer him up in good faith." I scratched my head as I remembered something similar that happened in a cell block I was helping to maintain with my magic. "I bet they did it as part of a trade. There a were a fair number of defectors to the Wolf side, as well."

"But my Father escaped from the transport ship somewhere on the way out of the Empire. He might be anywhere."

"This is all very disturbing, heartbreaking, mysterious, et cetera," the Navigator, Fredric spoke up. "So now we know, Elliot. I still vote to get rid of Andrew here at the nearest port."

The Captain looked down at the Wolf with sad eyes. "I vote that we keep him on board until we can investigate this further. It sounds like a job that might offer a reward, if we decide that's what's really important."

The first officer shook his head. "I'm right sorry, Cap'n, but I can't take a thief on as a mate. I vote fer Fredric's plan."

The Otter nodded. "Me, too." It was about as much as he ever said.

As the Wolf started to weep silently, the squirrel piped up, "Listen here. He's got nowhere else to be right now, we might as well treat him right. I don't agree with how he came here, but he could still at least try to pull his weight as the ship's cook, since we don't have one."

Tyler was massaging the Wolf's shoulders and encouraging him, saying, "I vote to keep him. He still has to yiff me."

All eyes stared at me. I was hoping that the captain would take enough of a firm stand to at least convince one other fur and take the pressure off of me. I looked pleadingly at the Bear.

"This isn't right, I shouldn't get to make the whole descicion."

"Ye aren't, ye daft bumbugger! We already voted, now you!" The Lynx stomped his foot impatiently, and I couldn't hep but imagine him over me with a cane, swinging away.

"Yes, Sirs. Um...." I looked down into the young Wolf's face.

NEXT CHOICE: What is the fate of our young wolf?

A: They need a cook, and Andrew can try to earn his keep that way. They don't need another prisoner on board.

B: The Wolf needs to go. As soon as they can make port, he's gone- it was his mistake to sneak on board.

C: Why not keep him as a prisoner behind the glory hole? Surely that's more useful and humiliating than being a cook?