The salty sea air tingled against Sonic’s fur as he stirred awake, his head throbbing with the dull ache of last night’s revelry. Ugh… what did I drink? he thought, his tongue dry and heavy in his mouth. The ship swayed gently beneath him, the rhythmic creak of wooden planks blending with the distant crashing of waves. He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his temples. The memories of the night were a blur—laughter, music, that peculiar cocktail of rum and coconut milk that had somehow tasted so good at the time. Now, though, his bladder felt like it was about to burst.

He staggered to his feet, his legs wobbling as he tried to find his balance. The moonlight spilled across the deck, casting long shadows over the slumped forms of his companions. Knuckles the Dread lay sprawled near the mast, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. Batten was curled up against a barrel, her wings draped lazily over her body. Black Rose snored softly, her sword resting beside her like a loyal pet. Catfish was sprawled out near the helm, his massive frame taking up half the deck, while Sails dozed nearby, his twin tails flicking occasionally in his sleep.

Sonic hiccupped, giggling to himself as he stumbled toward the edge of the ship. I really gotta go… He leaned heavily against the railing, the cool wood pressing into his palms as his fingers trembled near his crotch, trying to coax out his blue-furred cock, clumsily and uncoordinatedly from the lingering effects of the alcohol. Finally, he managed to free himself as his cock sprang out into the cool night air. He sighed in relief, the pressure in his bladder easing as he began to piss into the ocean below.

The stream arced gracefully, catching the moonlight as it splashed into the dark water. Sonic giggled again, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. “Who knew… my pee could be so… fancy,” he slurred to himself, swaying slightly as he watched the stream. His hips shifted unconsciously, the sensation of release sending a shiver through his body. He hadn’t realized how good it would feel, how freeing it was to just let go like this. His breath hitched, a faint moan escaping his lips as he continues to pee.

Unbeknownst to him, Dread’s eyes fluttered open at the sound. The pirate captain propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze immediately drawn to Sonic’s exposed form. His lips curled into a sly grin as he watched the blue hedgehog stumble drunkenly on the edge of the ship. Well, well… what do we have here? he thought, his interest piqued. He wasn’t the only one who’d noticed—Sails stirred awake, his ears twitching as he caught sight of Sonic.

Dread exchanged a glance with Sails, the two of them silently agreeing to keep watching. There was something undeniably alluring about the sight before them—Sonic, usually so fastidious and alert, now completely uninhibited, his fur rumpled, his cock still hanging out as he giggled drunkenly to himself. The moonlight bathed him in a soft glow, accentuating the lean curves of his body.

“Looks like our little speedster’s had a bit too much to drink,” Dread murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Sails nodded, his eyes wide with fascination. “I’ve… never seen him like this before,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sonic, oblivious to their conversation, leaned further over the railing, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he continues to relieve himself. He sighed contentedly, his fingers brushing against his still-hard cock as if savouring the lingering sensation. “Man… this feels amazing,” he muttered to himself, his words slurring slightly. He chuckled again, the sound sending a jolt of heat through both Dread and Sails.

Dread’s grin widened as he pushed himself to his feet, moving silently toward Sonic. “Enjoying yourself, eh~?” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

Sonic spun around—or tried to, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He nearly lost his balance, his hands flailing as he grabbed onto the railing for support. “Oh! Uh… hey, Dread,” he said, grinning sheepishly. His cheeks flushed a deeper blue as he realized he was still halfway exposed. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

Dread stepped closer, his eyes lingering on Sonic’s cock. “Looks like you did,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “Mind if we join ya~?”

Before Sonic could respond, both Dread and Sails stepped up beside him, one on either side. They exchanged a knowing glance, Dread's lips curling into a mischievous grin as he began to rub around his crotch. Sails, meanwhile, blushed as he nervously did the same thing. Sonic blinked, his drunken mind struggling to comprehend what was happening, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out.

With a low chuckle, Dread freed his cock, the thick length springing out into the cool night air. Sails followed suit, his own member emerging as he let out a soft sigh of relief. Sonic’s eyes widened as he watched them, his ears twitching at the sound of their streams joining his own, loud and unapologetic, as they all pissed into the ocean below.

The three streams arced together, catching the moonlight in a mesmerizing display. Sonic giggled, his drunken haze making the sight seem almost magical. “Whoa… this is… weirdly cool,” he slurred, swaying slightly as he watched their streams mingle with his own.

Dread smirked, tilting his hips slightly to adjust the angle of his stream. “Now this is what I call a proper pirate’s bonding moment,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Sails grinned, his twin tails flicking behind him as he leaned forward slightly, enjoying the sensation. “Never thought I’d be doing something like this,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

As the three stood side by side, their streams still arcing into the ocean below, glances were inevitably exchanged. Dread’s crimson eyes flicked downward, taking in the sight of their exposed cocks—still wet and glistening in the moonlight. “Well, well,” he drawled with a sly grin. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little competition here."

Sonic chuckled drunkenly, his ears twitching as he followed Dread’s gaze. “What, you measuring now?” he teased, though his own eyes couldn’t help but linger. He tilted his head, comparing himself to the others. Dread’s was undeniably the largest, thick and imposing, while his own leaned toward average—still impressive, lively, and slightly oversensitive by the recent events. Then there was Sails, whose golden-furred cock was noticeably smaller and more delicate in comparison.

Sails noticed the difference immediately, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he shifted uncomfortably. “…Guess I’m not exactly winning any contests here,” he mumbled, his twin tails flicking nervously behind him.

Dread grinned, his voice low and teasing but not unkind. “Ah, don’t sell yourself short, Boyo,” he said, his eyes lingering on Sails’ cock. “It’s not always about size. That cock of yours looks good enough to taste, if you ask me.”

Sails’ blush deepened, but a shy smile tugged at his lips despite himself. Sonic laughed, swaying slightly as he nudged Sails with his elbow. “Yeah, don’t sweat it, buddy. It’s like they say—it’s not the size of the ship, it’s the motion of the ocean.”

Dread snorted, adjusting his stance slightly as his hips thrust instinctively. “Well, lucky for me,” he said with a wink, “I’ve got both.”

The three of them burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the deck as they continued to relieve themselves. Sonic leaned heavily against the railing, his tail swishing lazily behind him. “Man,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This night keeps getting weirder.”

Dread chuckled, his gaze lingering on Sonic’s cock. “Weirder, or better~?” he purred, his voice dripping with mischief.

Sonic rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face. “Both. Definitely both.”

Sonic's tail swished lazily behind him as he continued to piss, the pressure in his bladder finally easing completely. With a shudder, the blue blur let out a sigh of relief before shaking his cock and leaning back slightly, allowing his crewmates to get a good look at it.

For a moment, the three of them stood there in silence, the only sounds being the rhythmic splashing of their streams hitting the water and the occasional creak of the ship. It was oddly peaceful, in a way—something about the shared moment of vulnerability and absurdity seemed to bring them closer together.

Dread was the first to finish, letting out a satisfied sigh as he gave himself a shake. “Not bad for a night’s work,” he said, grinning at Sonic and Sails as they followed suit. He glanced down at Sonic’s still-hard cock, his grin widening. Finished peeing, but not finished having fun.

Sails soon finished, his stream tapering off with a soft sigh as he gave himself a shake. The three of them stood together, their cocks twitching and glistening in the moonlight, still exposed and hanging lazily between their legs. The air was thick with tension, a mix of lingering drunkenness and something more primal. Sonic’s breath was still uneven, his blue fur damp with sweat as he glanced nervously between Dread and Sails.

Dread’s crimson eyes locked onto Sonic’s cock, his lips curling into a sly grin as he leaned in closer. “Well now,” he purred, his voice low and dripping with mischief. “We’ve barely begun, and you already look like you’re ready to explode.” He licked his lips, the tip of his tongue flicking out slowly as if savouring the thought.

Sonic blushed furiously, his ears flattening against his head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, though the way his cock twitched betrayed him.

Sails watched from beside them, his own cheeks flushed as he took in the scene. His twin tails flicked nervously behind him, but his eyes were glued to Sonic’s cock, fascinated by the way it pulsed slightly in the cool night air. “He’s not wrong…” Sails murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You look…” He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Dread chuckled, stepping even closer to Sonic until their bodies were nearly touching. “Looks like our little speedster’s got a lot of pent-up energy,” he teased, reaching out to gently brush his fingers along the length of Sonic’s cock.

The blue hedgehog gasped with a shudder, his body jerking instinctively at the sudden contact. “W-whoa! What are you—?”

But Dread didn’t answer, his hand closing around Sonic’s cock with deliberate slowness. He stroked gently, his thumb brushing over the tip in a way that made Sonic’s knees buckle. The hedgehog moaned, his head falling back as waves of pleasure coursed through him. His tail twitched, curling upward as if trying to prepare himself for something naughty.

Sails watched from a distance, his breath hitching as he took in the scene. His own cock twitched in response as it hardened, just a little. He couldn’t tear his eyes away—the way Sonic’s body arched into Dread’s touch, the way his breaths came in short, ragged gasps… it was intoxicating.

Dread smirked, his fingers tightening around Sonic’s cock as he increased the pace of his strokes. “You’re more fun when you’re drunk,” he teased, his voice husky. “Look at you—already so worked up.”

“S-shut up,” Sonic managed to gasp, though there was no real bite to his words. His hips bucked into Dread’s hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure. His legs trembled, barely able to support his weight as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

“Someone’s eager,” Dread murmured, his other hand sliding around to grip Sonic’s hip. He pulled the hedgehog closer, their bodies pressed together as he continued to stroke him with relentless precision. “Bet you’ve been holding back for a while, huh? Always so focused on saving the world… never taking time for yourself.”

Sonic whimpered, his fists clenching at his sides. “I—I don’t—ah!” His words dissolved into incoherent gasps as Dread’s thumb swirled over the sensitive head of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

Sails couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped forward, his hands trembling as he reached for Sonic’s waist. “Can I…?” he asked hesitantly, his voice barely audible over Sonic’s ragged breathing.

Dread glanced at him, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Go ahead,” he said, stepping back slightly to give Sails room. “Let’s see what you can do, Boyo.”

Sails didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped to his knees in front of Sonic, his hands trembling as he reached for the hedgehog’s cock. He hesitated for just a moment before leaning in, his lips brushing against the heated length. Sonic let out a strangled cry, his fingers tangling in Sails’ twin tails as pleasure surged through him.

“Holy crap,” Sonic gasped, his voice hoarse. “You’re—oh God—you’re both gonna kill me!”

Dread’s crimson eyes locked with Sails’, a silent understanding passing between them as they both focused on the blue hedgehog writhing between them. Dread’s hand moved with practiced precision, stroking Sonic’s cock in long, deliberate motions, while Sails’ mouth worked feverishly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Sonic’s moans intensified, his body shuddering as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within him.

“That’s it,” Dread purred, his voice low and teasing. “Let yourself go, Sonic. You’re ours tonight.” His free hand trailed up Sonic’s side, fingers brushing against the soft fur there as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the hedgehog’s ear. “Bet you’ve wanted this for a while, huh~?”

Sails pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he glanced up at Dread. “We should make him come undone,” he suggested, his voice trembling with excitement. “Together.”

Dread’s grin widened, and he nodded, his grip on Sonic’s cock tightening slightly. “You take the lead, Boyo,” he said, stepping back slightly to give Sails more room.

Sails didn’t hesitate. He leaned in again, his lips wrapping around Sonic’s cock as one hand cupped the hedgehog’s balls, gently massaging them. Dread moved behind Sonic, his hands sliding down the hedgehog’s sides to grip his hips firmly. He pressed himself against Sonic’s back, his own hardened cock grinding against the blue fur as he whispered into the hedgehog’s ear. “Feel us, Sonic. Let us take care of you.”

The sensations were overwhelming—Sails’ mouth working him with fervent dedication, Dread’s body pressed against his, the pirate’s hands gripping his hips with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Sonic whimpered, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as pleasure surged through him. His tail twitched wildly, curling upward as if begging for more.

“I—I can’t—” Sonic stammered, his voice breaking as Dread’s teeth grazed his ear.

“You can,” Dread growled, his voice firm yet laced with desire. “Let go, Sonic. Come for us.”

With a final, desperate cry, Sonic’s body arched, his release exploding as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. Sails swallowed eagerly, his eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the taste, while Dread held him tightly, murmuring praise into his ear.

Sonic panted heavily, his body still trembling from the overwhelming sensations that had just coursed through him. He glanced down at Sails, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he watched the boy swallow eagerly, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Damn, Sonic thought to himself, he’s really into this. His smirk widened slightly as he watched Sails pull back, licking his lips as if savouring every last drop.

Sails whimpered, his sapphire eyes fluttering shut as he bucked his hips forward, releasing his own string of cum onto the ship’s wooden planks beneath him. The golden-furred fox gasped, his twin tails flicking wildly as pleasure overtook him, leaving him trembling and breathless. Dread, ever the opportunist, felt the friction of Sonic’s back against his cock too much to resist. Grunting low in his throat, he thrust forward one last time before erupting, his thick load splattering across Sonic’s blue fur. The hedgehog let out a startled gasp—half from the unexpected warmth, half from the sheer audacity of it.

“Seriously, Dread?” Sonic groaned, his voice laced with amusement despite himself. “You couldn’t aim somewhere else?”

Dread chuckled darkly, his hands still gripping Sonic’s hips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the hedgehog’s ear. “Where’s the fun in that~?” he purred, his voice dripping with mischief. “Besides, you looked like you could use a little extra attention.”

Sails, still catching his breath, glanced between the two of them with a mix of awe and embarrassment. “I… I didn’t realize we’d—” he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep red. But before he could finish, Sonic reached out, ruffling the fox’s head affectionately.

“Relax, buddy,” Sonic said with a grin, though his own cheeks were tinged with a faint blush. “It’s just us. No need to get all shy now.”

The pirate captain lets out a small chuckle as he releases his hold on Sonic's hips and stands upright, locking eyes with the young fox and hedgehog. "I think this may be the start of a beautiful friendship, lads~"

Sails let out a small giggle before his expression suddenly shifted, his sapphire eyes widening. “Uh—I gotta—” he stammered, his voice tinged with urgency. Without waiting for a response, he looked down with a blush. A loud, steady stream burst forth from his golden-furred cock, splashing onto the wooden planks below as he sighed in relief.

Dread chuckled darkly, his lilac eyes glinting with mischief as he stepped forward. “Looks like someone’s still got a full tank,” he teased, his voice low and husky. He moved in front of Sonic, crouching down beside Sails with deliberate slowness. “Might as well join the party.”

With a grin, Dread held onto his cock and aimed it downwards before adding his own stream to the growing puddle between them. The sound was loud and unapologetic, mingling with Sails’ as they both relieved themselves right there on the deck. Sonic couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breathy and disjointed from his lingering exhaustion. These guys are nuts, he thought, though there was an undeniable warmth in his chest at the absurdity of it all.

Dread glanced up at Sonic, his smirk widening. “Feel free to join us,” he said, his tone teasing yet inviting. Sonic hesitated for a moment before shrugging and stepping forward, before squatting himself down beside them. The three of them crouched down, their streams merging into one messy puddle, the air filled with the sound of their laughter and the rhythmic splashing of liquid against wood.

For a moment, all the tensions and worries of their pirate lives seemed to melt away, replaced by this strange, shared moment of camaraderie and absurdity. And yet, Sonic couldn’t help but feel a spark of something more—something raw and unspoken—between them.