Lily stared up at the ceiling of the cabin above her bed. It was too close for her liking. She preferred the vaulted ceiling of her room at home. She tried to imagine the smaller cabins most guests on the ship had and shivered at the thought.
        She rolled over slowly in bed to look across the narrow gap at her sister. Violet slept deeply. After Lily’s aborted, desperate confrontation with her sister, they hadn’t spoken. Violet and Peri had left moments later, leaving Lily alone in the cabin. Everyone, Gran included, had come back to the cabin late and assumed that Lily was sleeping. She was fine with that. She didn’t particularly feel like talking to any of them anyway.
        Nude, she propped her head up on her elbow to watch her sister sleep. Her body ached in different ways than it had this afternoon. She’d gotten herself off until her sensitive flesh was raw. Her pillow was still damp from the tears. Groping back in her mind, she failed to encounter the despair she’d felt earlier. Instead, she just felt. . .empty. She wasn’t sure what emotions were rattling around inside her. She wasn’t sure what she thought about anything anymore. Worst of all, she wasn’t sure how she felt about her sister anymore.
        There it was. That slow, keening despair that wrenched her insides. A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye as she watched Violet sleep. Every muscle in her body wanted to slip out of her own bed and into Violet’s, to feel her sister’s firm grip around her as they slept. She wouldn’t though. She wouldn’t suffer the humiliation of Violet fleeing from her again. If she crawled into that bed now, she’d only be setting herself up to get hurt again. She’d know for certain that Violet didn’t want her next to her anymore. She couldn’t risk letting herself know that for certain. For now, she could fool herself into thinking that she could always go back there, if she really needed to.
        She sat up, letting the thin sheet fall away from her. She couldn’t remember kicking the comforter off her bed. Maybe she really had fallen asleep at some point. She couldn’t quite remember. She hit the button on her phone to check the time. 1:42am. She stood and crossed the room, using her phone as a light as she kicked open her suitcase. After a few moments of indecision, she picked out a rainbow-striped bikini and slipped into it. The decks would probably be cold, and people might look at her strangely. But what good was a cruise ship if she couldn’t wear a bikini wherever she wanted? She bit her lip as the fabric nestled uncomfortably against her raw nethers.
        She slinked out of the cabin as quietly as she could, careful not to disturb Peri as she passed his bed on the way to the door. Outside, the whole ship was eerily quiet. In the distance, she could still make out the vague thump of music. Not everyone was asleep, but everything was much stiller than it had been that afternoon.
        She emerged above decks to a gust of the cool,  predawn air. She shivered, fluffing her fur against the breeze, and felt her nipples stiffen into her bikini in response. It wasn’t cold, but the late night was chill enough to call for more than a bikini. She paid it no mind and padded across the deck in her bare feet.
        Lily didn’t realize she was hunting until she saw her prey. Her feet had carried her away from the rhythmic thumping of the ship’s nightlife and up and down dark passages along the ship’s side, mostly leading to cabins or open air smoking areas. At the end of the fifth empty stretch of railing she’d wandered down, there was a young rabbit girl leaning against the railing, watching the moon’s reflection on the inky sea below.
        The girl was muddle of dark and darker fur, with short, wind-tossed white hair and a single point of white making the very tip of her ear stand out against the night sky. She was small and slender, a few years younger than Lily herself, with a similar slender build that made her look even younger. Instinctively, Lily inhaled, and could scent the little girl on the salt-heavy air. Her body stirred, and the stiffness of her nipples was no longer from the cold.
        Lily stood back for a few, slow minutes that seemed to stretch on unendingly, watching the girl’s purple sarong-style skirt flutter toward the ship’s stern. The girl sighed a heartbreaking sigh that Lily could easily sympathize with. Lily watched the girl watching the sea and waited. The girl could turn and head back to her cabin at any moment, but she didn’t. Any of the hundreds of passengers could amble up or down the stairs and frighten the bunny off or usher her back to her room, but they didn’t. And still Lily waited, leaning in the shadows like a patient predator, until she was confident that neither the bunny’s whims nor those of fate were likely to steal this opportunity away.
        When she moved, it was decisively. Her body was already taut with anticipation, and arousal sang through her from her long moments watching the girl. Her bare feet carried her near silently, and the girl didn’t notice her approach until her body was against her. Lily shivered as she felt the curve of the girl’s backside against her thighs.
        “Don’t move,” she whispered into the girl’s ear, her nose brushing along its rim. She smiled to feel the girl shiver from the touch. Bunny ears were so perfectly sensitive. The girl opened her mouth to protest. Perhaps to scream. Lily could feel her muscles tighten against the railing and knew how powerful a bolting bunny could be. Gently, she rested her hands on the girl’s narrow hips and added, “Please.”
        She tried to keep the steel in her voice, the unwavering, undeniable tone she had learned from Violet. She feared that her desperation might have crept through, too. But the bunny’s protest died before it reached her lips, a soft, confused sound escaping her instead, the quiet coo swallowed up by the sea.
        Lily dropped to her knees behind the girl, sighing in appreciation as the bunny’s fluffed tail filled her face. She nuzzled under that wiggling tail, trembling hands dropping to the girl’s calves. Slowly, her fingers traced up through the fur, catching the sarong on their way and dragging the thin fabric up the girl’s thighs. She licked her lips, focusing on moving her hands slowly enough to keep from frightening the girl. The skirt bunched around the girl’s waist as Lily’s hands stroked over the bare curve of her backside. She wore only a thong underneath, a frilly, inappropriate thing that treated Lily to an unobstructed view of her perfectly rounded rump and raised a hundred unasked questions in Lily’s head.
        The girl gasped and leaned forward over the railing, her backside pushing back. The invitation was obscene, and the girl added a soft whimper to try to make it seemed forced. Lily pressed her muzzle against the girl’s inner thigh and inhaled deeply. Young or not, this girl had needs that resonated sympathetically through every nerve in Lily’s body. She growled, a feral, hungry sound that surprised her, and yanked the girl’s thong down.
        Lily’s hands grabbed the bunny’s petite backside hard enough to make her yelp with surprise. Her thumbs lightly brushed the girl’s anus before she spread her cheeks apart, revealing both of the girl’s holes for the night’s chill fingers to tickle. So pink and smooth. Just like Lily’s own. The otter girl shivered, imagining herself posed in the same way, her own holes on display, Violet knelt behind her, watching her grow wet.
        Lily exhaled heavily and the bunny squeaked when the hot breath breezed across her pink flesh. Lily lunged forward, lips parted, and shivered with delight when the girl squealed, the sound flung out over the ocean without hope for an echo. Lily’s nose wedged between the cheeks of the girl’s ass, the dark scent of her filling Lily’s senses. Her tongue speared out, piercing the girl’s immature folds and driving into her.
        Liy gripped the bunny tighter as her body own body suddenly convulsed. She groaned into the girl’s snatch and came, hard and sudden, her hips bucking and juices leaking out around her snug bikini bottoms to puddle on the floor and dribble over the edge of the ship. The taste of the girl was sublime and surprising, with the faint flavor of something masculine that suggested she wasn’t nearly as innocent as she looked. Her hips bucked back to meet Lily’s face, a deliberate and eager motion that was clearly familiar for her, despite her age.
        As Lily reeled from her orgasm, one far stronger than the fleeting fingerings she’d gotten herself off on earlier in the day, the bunny girl moved impatiently, fucking herself on Lily’s briefly stalled tongue. Lily recovered her senses as her body stopped trembling, and turned her attention to treating the girl right. She pulled her tongue out of that tightly gripping cunny, making the bunny mewl with disappointment. She curled her tongue, sliding it between the slick immature lips and up to swirl around the girl’s anus. The bunny cried out softly in surprise, and Lily was pleased to find something the girl wasn’t experienced with.
        Her tongue lingered at that tighter hole, teasing, pushing, before finally moving away without wiggling inside of it. A confused, eager sound came out of the girl, but Lily didn’t leave her long to miss the sensation. Tongue pointed, she assaulted the little girl’s clit, pushing the stiff nubbin out of its protective hood and tormenting the bare, turgid flesh in the open air. Lily’s lips parted expectantly as the girl groaned in response. The bunny’s hips jerked back powerfully as Lily deliberately coaxed a sudden orgasm from her sensitive clit.
        Lily chrrred appreciatively, tongue mercilessly swirling around the bunny’s exposed clitoris as her vaginal muscles clenched and spasmed her immature labia against Lily’s lips. Lily kept her mouth parted, struggling to keep her face pressed between the bunny’s legs as she bucked. After a few intense moments, the girl’s movements subsided and she leaned, panting against the railing, grinding her ass into Lily’s face. Lily pouted, stroking her tongue slowly around the girl’s inner and outer labia. She’d been hoping for a squirter, dying to taste the spasmodic sprinkle of slick juices peppering her tongue as the girl bucked, hungry drink the girl’s most intense, intimate flavor.
        Lily growled the same feral growl from before. Her tongue plunged past the girl’s lips, pushing deep inside her. She shuddered as the girl’s unique taste surrounded her tongue again, the muscles inside her slack from her recent orgasm. The bunny cried out again, louder than before, and her knees made the metal pipes of the railing ring as she bucked against it. Her muscles tightened instantly, gripping snug around Lily’s tongue. The otter squeezed the girl harder, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, nose pushing hard against her tailhole as she strove to plunge her tongue as deep as she could into the bunny’s willing cunny. She fucked the bunny’s snatch mercilessly, tongue pumping hard and deep, pointed tip occasionally brushing the ring of her cervix.
        Lily shuddered and came on the decks again, moaning as she did so, her body reacting powerfully without even being touched. She could imagine Violet’s tongue thrusting inside her just the same way. It was the way Violet would fuck her when she wanted something she couldn’t have. A brutal, deep, frustrated raping of Lily’s cunny. Often, a toy would be pumping into her ass as well, hard enough to bring tears to Lily’s eyes yet making her cum so much harder, but it was always Violet’s tongue in her snatch. When she couldn’t have what she wanted, Violet would take Lily instead.
        Lily swapped places with herself with a snap sharper than a broken rubber band. It was her tongue punishing the slick, spasming tunnel, her hunger and frustration making the little thing above her cry out with both fear and need. It occurred to her vaguely that such a realization might trigger shame. Instead, it filled Lily with desire and the heady taste of power. She drove her tongue into the girl harder, not pausing as the bunny began to squeal softly and buck on the brutal tongue, cumming on Lily’s face for a second and third time.
        Lily growled as the girl came again, her upper body now hanging limply over the railing as Lily assaulted her, and yet still hadn’t given her hungry muzzle what she wanted. Determined to get everything she’d come for, she shifted her hands on the girl’s backside, spreading her wider with one hand and letting go of her vise-like grip with other. She drew her hand in closer, and with a firm push, sank her slender thumb knuckle-deep into the girl’s puckered asshole.
        The bunny’s limp body shot upright, back arched as she tried to pull her backside away from the penetrating finger. Lily felt the satisfaction of knowing that, even though she hadn’t been the first tongue in the girl’s snatch, she certainly seemed to be the first inside the girl’s other hole. The bunny cried out and whimpered, trying to pull away, but was trapped by the rail and Lily’s tight grip. Lily knew very well the hot burn of that hole being stretched, but she only pushed her thumb deeper. The girl squeaked, grunted, and then nearly pulled Lily’s thumb off as she came a fourth time.
        The difference between her first few climaxes and this one was remarkable. When she cried out, there was clearly no care for who might hear, and her little body thrashed against Lily’s face, making the pipes ring as she battered her lower body against them. As she bucked, Lily could feel both holes clenching, tighter and tighter around her tongue and thumb, and knew from experience the unbelievable tension building in the girl’s belly.
        She pulled her tongue out of the girl’s twitching, milking cunt with a lewd, wet sound, but didn’t pull away, even as the bunny’s hips bucked hard against her face. She turned her muzzle up, nose nuzzling against her taint, and parted her muzzle just when that tightness broke. The bunny’s cries turned into a sharp gasp and a surprised little mewl. The bunny gripped the railing so hard her fingernails peeled the paint away, and Lily watched as the girl’s immature cunny twitched once and then began to spasm. She didn’t cum the way Lily did. It was a quick snap, a pulse, and a deep shudder that ran down the girl’s body. Lily cried out sweetly when, finally, the girl’s squirt twinkled briefly in the moonlight and peppered Lily’s face and tongue. Lily pushed forward after the quick squirt, soothing the girl’s outer labia by bathing it with her tongue, lapping up the little droplets of girlcum and the mess of her slicker, glistening arousal.
        The night was quiet again as they paused like that, Lily’s head still between the girl’s legs, the girl limp and spent over the side of the rail. Lily inhaled deeply, and had the sudden odd, deep conviction that she wanted to own this girl, to keep her and show her off in front of Violet and make her sister jealous and use her body in the ways that Violet now refused to use her.
        Lily yelped as the back of her head rang against the outer wall of the cabin. Her vision swam. The girl had pushed her off with surprising force, and Lily’s pose had offered no hope of maintaining her balance. “Wait!” she called out after the dark and purple blur of the bunny. The slap of her panicked feet receded down the passage and turned a corner into the boat.
        Lily leaned against the wall for a long moment. She might’ve drifted asleep, but when her vision finally cleared, the moon didn’t appear to have moved much. She licked her lips, trying to calm down, staring at the damp spot where she’d cum so hard on the floor with nothing more than the taste of the girl’s snatch around her tongue to trigger such a shattering orgasm.
        Eventually, she stood. The wet crotch of her bikini and the mess of her inner thighs made it look like she’d peed herself. The few people she passed turned to stare after her and whisper and giggle behind her back. She didn’t mind. Her mouth was filled with the girl’s taste, and it was the first thing in weeks that had driven away the shame of Violet’s rejection. She forgot to be stealthy when slipping back into the suite, but no one stirred in any case. The mattress creaked under her body when she fell into it, and she slept in moments rather than staring uneasily into the unrelenting darkness for hours as she normally did.

        ***

        Ginger panted desperately as she lay on the small hard bed in the outer room of her parents’ tiny cabin. Under the thin sheet, she had her fingers pressed against her warm slit, holding herself as she trembled. She was no stranger to the sort of rape she’d just experienced. Her time with Chloe had made her accustomed to others using her pussy without her permission, and she’d learned to enjoy it, despite the fear. She’d visited the woman a few times since that afternoon she’d been caught spying. She and Chloe might cuddle, talk, or watch television together, but Chloe always decided when she wanted Ginger’s pussy, and didn’t take no for an answer. 
        The bruises on her shoulders were just getting tender from the last time, late two days ago. She’d only gone over to tell Chloe about the cruise, or at least, that’s what she’d told herself. Ginger had tried to use the long trip as an excuse, a legitimate reason to break off the weird relationship they’d formed. She wasn’t sure the woman had gotten the message, though, because the night had ended with her face down on Chloe’s mattress, shoulders pinned roughly, feeling the woman sate her desires deep inside her for the fourth time. Ginger had a growing collection of pretty frilly thongs that Chloe gave her as a gift after every such meeting, including the purple ones she wore now. They almost made her feel as desirable as Chloe’s rough lust for her did.
        Now a new stranger had decided to use her in much the same way. Only, the mysterious otter, much younger than Chloe, seemed more focused on Ginger’s pleasure than her own. And that thumb. . .Ginger shivered, squeezing her tender, slick petals under fingers. The tight ring of her backside still burned from the foreign intrusion.
        The otter’s assault was, in a weird way, more intimate, more personal than the way Chloe used her. And, for reasons she couldn’t quite identify, that terrified Ginger. 
        She closed her eyes, squeezing herself again, trying to will away the arousal that still burned in her and squeezing her tailhole to try to get the burning to subside. Through the thin bulkhead, she listened to her father snore. She focused on it, keeping her eyes shut. When he was home, the rhythm of it always lulled her to sleep. But tonight, her mother’s intermittent snorts didn’t complete the beat. She was still out on the ship, somewhere, in the middle of the night. Ginger sighed, depression tugging a pit into her belly. So much for spending time as a family. She hoped her mom would start taking the purpose of this trip seriously. Daddy seemed so sincere. So desperate. . .