Misfit Crews
	Gentle waves rocked the sides of a wooden vessel, sails unfurled as it voyaged through the calm waters. Progress was slow as the moon hung in the sky, illuminating the waters with a soft, silver light, not strong enough to penetrate the surface and reveal what may lurk below. The sea breeze that had been guiding the ship was slowly dying off, salty air surrounding the crew as they kept watch and steered the ship.

	All lights on deck were off, customary for this time of night. With a meager crew of eight aboard the merchant vessel, christened the S. S. Tigris, they had decided to split the nights into small shifts, relying only on the skies for vision so the others could rest. Below deck, no light invaded, and the only sound was the creak of wood as the ship rocked, and a slight drag of shifting supplies.

	The crew that traipsed about the deck had little time to do much else than work the ship. After all, at only half their usual force, it would be difficult to keep up with all the tasks usually associated to all eight members. The galley and mess hall were devoid of activity as one crewman patroled, the second keeping watch from the crow’s nest, and the last handling the helm, cursing under his breath at the dying breeze.

	“And where the feck is the boy? Go wake the li’l bastard, we needs his damn’d good luck!”

	The helmsman bit his lip as he stayed the course, barking orders to the other crew members. He held himself in place as he heard the mumbled, tired “Aye!” from the patrol, pitter-pattering of scrambling feet dashing across the deck to the aft of the ship, and he let out a slight sigh. “That damn’d kid always gets us thru’ these dead nights… Somehow.”

	Of course, the helmsman and patrol are not who we’re here to see tonight.

	The Tigris itself was small… It wouldn’t take them much time to reach the back. And as that crew member turned, running alongside the wall of the Captain’s quarters, he saw it… a single window, with a single light shining. A window that led to a small, makeshift room that had once been a closet, with just a single desk, chair, and hammock, the light cast by an oil lantern atop the desk.

	It was at this desk that a boy sat, pen gripped between his fingers, body hunched over while he frantically scribbled and jotted at a notebook, barely pages inside. His purple hair was a mess, with large blue ears poking out from the top, round discs of a mouse apparent. His clothes were disheveled and filthy, the sailor’s uniform that covered his blue fur clearly in need of a wash soon, and the boy’s green eyes drooped and dragged from a distinct lack of good sleep… But his bushy tail flicked and his body shook with the energy to continue on as his purple-tipped fingers whittled more ink onto that page.

	“Day 6:” His handwriting was sloppy, hurried and unpracticed… It would take a large amount of effort to re-read later, but that didn’t bother him as he continued. “We’ve seen no land in 3 days now. The Captain swears we’ll reach our destination soon, and the rest of the crew believes him.” A pause. The boy scratched his head a little, unaware of the eyes looking through his window. “I finished cleaning out his closet, so I have a place to sleep! He gave me this desk, too, so I can finally use this journal from the last port.”

	A faint rasping came from his window, but he ignored it, muttering about “More bugs? Ew.”

	“So, for record’s sake, let me start from the beginning. My name is Ezequiel. I go by Zeke. I was purchased a week ago to serve on this merchant vessel under Captain Roberto. He tells me my job is to be his personal servant and cabin boy… Basically, a walking, talking fuc-”

	The rasping on his window grew louder, and a voice brought the boy out of his reverie as it cut through the still air. “Oi! Cabin boy! Git yer arse out here and help us. Ya oughta be sleepin’ anyways but if ya ain’t, do some work!” The pen dropped, and the boy hopped right up, giving a haphazard salute as he looked for the source of the voice, belting out a surprised “Aye aye!” before dousing the light from his lamp.

	Now covered in darkness, with only the light from the moon shining through his window, the little rodent slipped over to his door. He pushed it open slowly, with only a light creak to give himself away, looking towards the far corner of the much larger room he was entering, making sure the sleeping figure didn’t stir. Careful footsteps brought him to the Captain’s door, latch clicking open so he could slip onto the deck, nose quickly filling with the scent of the sea.

	His arms stretched upwards after he shut the door, a slight yawn sounding out while he showed off his navel with that small uniform… He needed to wake himself up and prepare to work. His first three nights at sea had left him bedridden with illness, and his footing was still unstable. He half-walked, half-stumbled to the fore of the ship, teetering with the waves that pressed against the Tigris’s movements, listening to the waves crash against the small ship. He reached the mast, seeing the sails unfurled yet empty, and gave a wave to the fox that was steering, pointing upwards to the crow’s nest.

	His query silently met with a nod, the boy then began to scale the mast, ropeless and ladderless, making use of his natural agility and squirrel heritage. His head peeked over the side to see a nearly sleeping wolf, and he couldn’t keep himself from snickering just a bit. “Replacement!” That chipper voice shouted out, tinged with a cheeky smile as the canine suddenly snapped to attention. “They needs ya on deck! I got lookout duty.” Waiting patiently as he heard a few grumbles and watched the wolf climb down, sitting in the nest to take his position.

	“All right… All alone. Now, let’s see if I can…” Zeke stood tall as he looked over the wall of the nest. His eyes scanned the skies to get his bearings… The ship was sailing Northwards, slowly but definitely North. He’d slept through most of the Captain’s latest course planning, but he remembered that their destination was to the Northeast. His gaze dropped to the deck, making sure that the other three were paying him no attention, too busy with their tasks to catch on to what the boy was planning.

	The green eyes that peeked out from Zeke’s head began to glow faintly, building over time, becoming bright enough to rival the light cast by the moon. The purple fur that lined the ends of his fingers and toes began to bristle… Only the purple, not the blue. Knowing what could happen if he was caught, the rodent closed his eyes and turned, putting his back to the breeze and gripping the wall of the crow’s nest. He started to slide a paw along towards the northeast… slow, simple movements, subtly guiding along without taking complete control, and a slight breeze emanated from within his body.

	It escaped from his toes first, beginning to encircle his feet as it rose up, making his clothes ruffle slightly, and began to wrap around his legs, his waist… His squirrel’s tail swished itself around him to follow, and the air rose further, to his arms. His fingers traced the path he needed it to go, rising just higher as his breath began to catch. “Just… about…” A light push, the new breeze caught itself on the prevailing winds, and the airflow began to change. It pressed into the sails as he gasped for hair, his lungs aflame and his body slumping over the wall.

	He pushed himself up as best as he could, trying to look normal as he pretended to scan the seas for a moment, then called out, rather weakly, to the helmsman below. “Hard to port! Incoming gust from the southwest!” It was the best he was able to do before his arms began to quiver, and he fell to his knees. A loud creak came from below… the ship was turning, and the sails surged to life with the new air filling them, excited cries reaching his ears from the others. Clutching his chest, his sucked in what air he could to replace what he’d used to aid them, keeping himself out of sight while he recovered. “Ten… just ten… minutes… please,” he begged to no one in particular, but…

	“Yer a gods damn’d good luck charm sometimes! But, th’ sky’s brightn’n up, go wake the Cap’n!”

	The orders from the Helmsman traveled right up to that rodent, and he grimaced just a bit. “Ugh…” Groaning, only to himself, as he tried to push himself to his feet. He grabbed the edge of the nest again and pulled himself over, dangling over the edge as he looked down to the wheel. “A… Aye!” His tail was swishing no longer, and he looked for the ladder that the wolf earlier had used to get down, taking each rung one step at a time as he returned to the deck, only to feel a swift smack to his rear.

	“What, ain’t ya done gettin’ sick, kid? Been almost a week! Get t’ work!”

	“I’m on it, I’m on it!” He didn’t dare talk back. A fair number of the crew towered over Zeke’s small frame, with only one other boy his age here, the two of them in charge of cleaning the deck during the day when they weren’t needed elsewhere. The rodent sighed with a slightly defeated tone as he began to make his way back to the Captain’s quarters… This particular task was one that he knew no one else on the ship dared attempt, and he opened that door quietly, making sure to both shut and lock the latch once inside.

	“Cap’n…?” His voice was quiet as he stepped into the room, watching as the first rays of sunlight began to filter into the window. The Captain’s Quarters was much larger than his own, meager closet… likely larger than the crew’s quarters, as well, though Zeke had yet to go inside to see. Well furnished, with a large table in the center that held maps and all sorts of papers that made the boy’s head spin, paintings lining the walls that showed just how far across the world this man had sailed, each with their own note from someone who had lived there, a personal chest and wardrobe pressed into the corner… and a bed, with a large hump that was steadily rising and falling, calling Zeke’s attention to the sound of a sleeping figure.

	Ginger steps brought that rodent to the side of the bed, watching the steady rise and fall and listening to the slight mumbles from the male that almost… just barely sounded like possible words. He let out a sigh, already knowing what would come next… Paws gripped the covers, and he started to tug and reveal the body underneath. With a deep breath, Zeke steeled himself, and raised his voice as much as he was able to despite the ache in his lungs still burning. “Ahoy, Cap’n! Th’ crows ‘re callin’ and th’ lights ‘re blazin’!”

	In an instant, the sleeping body sat up. Zeke barely had time to let out a yelp before he was snatched off the ground and pressed into the bed, hearing a low growl from the now-awoken Captain. Not an angry growl… A tired one, followed by an adult’s paw pressing right onto the square of his back. Naturally, the boy knew that he’d been sent in by the others for just this reason… The Captain always woke up groggy, and in need of particular types of attention. Attention that the cabin boy now felt prodding at his rear as his bushy tail curled itself up.

	Up above him, the large, toned body of a rabbit pressed down, large ears now perked up high. The white fur the covered the Captain from head to tail was contrasted only by the dark stripes that ran across his entire body, likely the reason for the ship’s namesake, so adequately looking like a tiger. Blood orange hair covered his head, his blue eyes peered down at the tiny body as he yawned, and he took a good look at that perky rear before grinding himself against it. “Mmmm… s’at time already, boy? They sent ya in ‘thout a care in the world again, din’t they?”

	Without waiting, the large rabbit began to grind, rubbing himself against the rodent’s rear, pushing just under that tail. He was still groggy, and had a particularly large morning issue pressed in, dribbling onto the rodent, just underneath that tail. There was a slight murmur and mumble from the boy… The rabbit gave a little sigh. A soft grunt followed, and he pulled his hips back to press the head of that shaft right against the rear. “Leas’ ya got the message after the first couple days, eh? Bet they woke ya up early again, too.”

	With just a nod to show he was right, the Captain groaned. He could easily leave the boy be and get to work commandeering the ship like he was supposed to… but why waste the opportunity when the others were likely waking up the rest of the crew. He counted for a short while, listening to the creaks as the ship kept moving, those big ears not just for show… Feet ran around outside, and from the direction, he gave himself… possibly five minutes before the first and second mate invaded his quarters.

	Zeke, pressed into the bed, could only hear a slight grunt as the large paw pressed into his shoulders. His body tensed, and he pushed himself down against the mattress, taking a deep breath in preparation, only to let out a squeak at the first sign of a thrust. His eyes went wide as that tailhole was stretched, and that head started pushing inside, using the dripped pre as just a bit of lubricant. The rodent began to moan a bit, pushing his face into the pillows to stifle the noise, keeping his rear high as the Captain began to plunder.

	The rabbit’s thrusts were quick, powerful, easily pressing inside that small body with enough force that the bed underneath them shook. He had no time to waste as orders began to call out from out on deck. His paws slid along the cabin boy’s slim frame, and a growl started to sound out once again, though it soon melted into a delighted purr. Pushing inside again and again, the rhythm from the Captain began to build into a steady pace, each hilt earning a squeak that was louder than the last, and he felt his hefty package starting to pull.

	“Cap’n! Permission to enter!”

	The voice came from the door, but was met with only a purr… and soon a roar, much unlike something a rabbit would normally make. He gave a large thrust inside, fingers flexing as claws popped out of the tips of them and clenched tight into the rodent’s shoulders, making sure to hold that boy in place. Feeling Zeke’s quivering form beneath him, the rabbit’s shaft gave a hearty throb, and he began to dump his seed into that boy’s bounty, pumping thick rope after rope right into the rear, claiming his cabin boy yet another day. With just a slight moan, he began to pull out, watching the way the shaft dripped with his leavings and taking a nice, long look at that used hole.

	Zeke, from down on the bed, felt the thick gush of fluid pumping into his rear. He squeezed the bedsheets of the Captain’s bed as he huffed a little bit, that nose of his twitching. A scent hung in the air of the enclosed cabin, heavy and musky, and his entire body shook with a delight that he usually only felt at times like this. The cabin boy opened his muzzle to say something as he felt the rabbit pulling out of his rear… but all the came out was a jumbled mess of noises. He kept his head on that mattress as he watched the adult fetch a handtowel and clean himself off, eyes steadily closing.

	The boy only managed to catch one last thing before his consciousness was gone. The door to the Captain’s quarters opened, and he clearly saw the fox that manned the helm entering the room alongside another of the crew, the three men standing around the table.

	“Roberto… how much longer?”
	“Peace, we’ll be there today. This haul’s gonna make us rich.”
	“Today?! There ain’t naught but water any which ways ya look.”
	“I said what I said, ya daft bastard. We’ll be there today!”
	“Aye…”

	There wasn’t much else for him to hear, and the lack of sleep was taking the boy. His eyes squeezed shut as he laid belly down, feeling the warmth that had been planted inside him, that hole of his dripping and drooling Roberto’s seed down onto the bed, overfilled to the point that his stomach showed a slight bit of distending and any flex of his rear would push some of that thick fluid back out. He began to peacefully snooze, none the wiser of what the three were plotting…

	The next that cabin boy knew, the boat lurched. He woke with a start, letting out a surprised squeak as he slammed against the wall of the Captain’s quarters. “Wh-what?!” was all he managed to say before he righted himself and tried to stand, only to fall over the second he was on his feet from the way the ship was rocking wildly. The wood cracked and groaned, and the voices of several enraged men became apparent as those large ears perked themselves to attention.

	“Cap’n! Cannons loaded!”
	“Fecker had to show up when we almost made it to shore!”
	“Cap’n! Cargo secured!”
	“Alright, keep ‘er steady! All hands to stations! We’ll get ‘em, shoot without fear!”

	The rodent started to rub his eyes, taking a look out of the Captain’s window… A slam echoed, and he saw the suckers of a large tentacle pressed against the pane, sounding a yelp as he jumped back. “What is that?!” Stumbling backwards, he watched as the suckers seemed to press in, realizing the size of whatever it was that was holding them hostage as it tried to break the entire cabin. His eyes went wide… This was the first time that he’d seen anything as large as a ship, and this was only a single tentacle. “I… I-I gotta help them, too!”

	The unstable footing wasn’t helping any as the boy tried to reach the door of the cabin, hearing the groan and creak of the walls, a little bit of splintering becoming apparent. Reaching for the latch, his ears twitched at a new sound, from outside. A heavy groan, causing him to stop and take a step back as the door swung wide, and the frame filled with the muscular body of the ship’s captain. “Cap’n! Wh-what’s going on?” His legs quaked as he struggled to keep himself upright, staring up to the rabbit’s eyes… Now that the two were standing, he felt dwarfed, barely even half the height of this adult.

	There was a dismissive wave of the Captain’s hand… He growled, a predator’s guttural growl as it hunted for something, waltzing right into the cabin as if nothing was wrong. His eyes went to the window, then to the boy, a gruff sigh coming out as he slammed that door shut and reached down, grasping that small rodent and lifting the boy right off his feet. “Kid, ye listen carefully. Don’t you dare set one foot outside of your room. We ain’t needin’ your help on deck, and I got a special task for ye.” The rabbit gave no time to even let his cabin boy refuse, marching straight towards that closet and yanking the door open.

	Zeke heard a grunt as the door creaked open, his small body soon finding itself flung through the air. He hit his hammock with such force that it spun, scrambling to hold on tight and stare at the striped rabbit. “B-but Cap’n! All hands to stations… right?” There was a bewildered look in his eyes… The idea of a special task was appealing, but now? At the time when he knew others on the ship would need to see that he was a part of this crew? Then again, he didn’t even know what that… thing attacking the ship was. Could he really be any help out on deck?

	“This is th’ Cabin Boy’s station. Jus’ sit tight an’ twiddler yer thumbs, yer gonna be the most useful to all of us.” That was the only reply before Roberto slammed the door shut… and from outside, Zeke could hear the click of a lock as well. He squeaked loudly, leaping from the hammock and hitting the floor of his quarters, grasping at the door to tug on it before holding on tight. Despite the sounds of mayhem all around, the room itself felt deathly stale… Something about the whole situation was wrong, and his body began to shake as he kept trying to escape.

	So distracted was the boy, he didn’t notice the new sound behind him. In the middle of his small room, there was a scratch. A slurp. Metal grating and a heavy thud as something pressed. The floor of his room housed a small drain, likely something the Captain would have used as an emergency lavatory had the space not been occupied at all times, and the cover that hid the hole began to quake from the force of outside impact. The bolts gave way, the cover soon popped right off, and something began to slither right towards the boy, searching for warmth.

	As Zeke began to wear himself out, he slumped forward against the door, letting out a groan of exhaustion. He felt something running down his backside, believing it to be the last bits of his Captain’s leavings from the morning, a wet drip that left his tailhole and ran along his leg to the floor… There was quite a bit still left, though. The boy started to wonder just how long he’d been asleep for, and just how much of the stuff had managed to stay inside him for the rest of the voyage. He’d never had a chance to see the sky and get an idea of what time of day it was, even the one look he’d been granted had been obscured by a giant tentacle.

	“Maybe I can get a good luck from my own window… Heck, maybe I can get out of here!”

	With that thought on his mind, the rodent took one step backwards… Something underneath his foot let out a slight squish, and the boy froze in place. He slowly pulled his foot back up to find… something stuck to the sole, cup-shaped and holding fast, like… a suction cup? In a sudden fit of panic, he yanked his foot away and let out a shriek, high-pitched enough that he hoped someone would hear. He searched frantically for the source of whatever had just touched him, and his eyes finally found the object of his distress.

	A single tentacle had pushed its way into the boy’s room, slithering through a small hole in the floor that he would swear had never been there before. Far thinner than what had been slamming the outside window, it wriggled and slithered towards him… or rather, it slithered towards the fluid that was dripping out of the boy, touching at a wet spot on the ground before sliding towards his leg. The slurping sound became more apparent as it got closer and closer, covered in seawater and some kind of ooze. A lash from the thing caused the tentacle to wrap around the boy’s wet leg, a yelp sounding out as he felt it pulling at him. Hard.

	“C-captain! Cap’n, are you still there?! S-something’s in here!”

	He shouted as his paws grasped for the door, the tentacle coiling around his leg. A loud crack soon came from behind him as the hole in his room splintered, beginning to widen from the force of another invading appendage, this one thicker and stronger than the first. The thin tentacle continued to slowly wind itself as it traveled up his leg, and it dripped the ooze all over his shorts as it slid into the leg. Paws pulled at the latch on the door as hard as he could manage… The thicker tentacle reared back, then came down on the boy’s back with a powerful slap, enough to knock the wind right out of him and loosen his grip.

	He could feel the thick tentacle wrap around his torso and pull him slowly towards that hole in the floor, though it quickly became the lesser focus between the two. The suction cups stuck to his clothes as he was gripped tight and held in the air… and his ears rolled back when that thin tentacle finally found what it was looking for, pressing right against the rodent’s tailhole, wriggling as if it wanted to sink inside. He squeaked out, clenching himself tight, feeling the oozing thing rub around his ring and spread that thick slime… Far thicker than what was dripping out of him. That couldn’t still be the Captain’s seed, could it? It was almost… watery.

	Zeke needed to act fast… He brought his hands up to grasp the thicker tentacle as it wrapped around his body, tugging at it as hard as his frail body would allow him. No luck. Frantically doing anything he could, he brought his muzzle down to snap a bit with his large front teeth, only to reel back from the taste of the slime that invaded his muzzle, spitting out as much as he could. For just a moment, the boy considered calling on his earlier use of the wind to try to escape… but if that failed, with how tired the act left him, he’d be completely at this thing’s mercy without anyone else around to aid him.

	And so… he gave in. He squeezed his eyes shut as that thin tentacle prodded his rear and began to relax. There was a sudden gasp when it pushed inside his hole, spreading a thick glob of cold ooze that had the boy moaning and squirming as much as he could in the creature’s powerful grip. It began to slither inside, bit by bit… The rodent realized that his muscles, although sore, were still fairly loose from the wake-up call this morning, and he wondered if, just possibly, this had been planned out.

	The tentacle invading the boy’s body pushed in further and further… He could feel each suction cup pressing deep as it slid through, wriggling and touching and gushing more of that ooze to keep its movements smooth. The thick tentacle squeezed him tighter, yet it never crushed him… He didn’t even feel a crack in his bones as he was held aloft. It was only now, as he started to calm down, that he would think the powerful grip was almost… intimate. As if it were cradling his body as that thin tentacle sought for whatever it was that it needed to find inside him.

	It found it. After only a few moments, that thin tentacle stopped pushing any deeper inside and began to shoot and splatter, thick globs of goo pushing into the space inside the boy. He let out a whine as that viscous fluid filled him, even more than the Captain’s load from this morning, enough that the boy could look down and see his stomach begin to push out just a little, the shirt of his uniform starting to crease as his belly bulged. “Wh-what are you doing to me?” The question was asked in vain… these things didn’t even have a mouth or ears as far as he’d noticed.

	Perhaps, if he hadn’t been so distracted, the rodent would notice the creaking and crunching of the ship had stopped. He’d notice the confused sounds of the crew as the assault to their vessel ended, or he’d be able to see as they began to frantically check over the ship for any damage. If he’d been anywhere else, he might notice that only these two tentacles remained… and possibly even the large, oval shapes that slid through the thin tentacle as they pushed up from underneath the water, through the aft of the ship, behind the galley and into his room.

	He’d stopped fighting entirely, stopped even squirming and fidgeting as he was carressed by the slick appendages, both inside and out, feeling a slight twitch as the thinner one inside him suddenly became rigid. It tensed up, splattering a warmer glob of juice into his stretched belly… then he felt something else, and his eyes went wide. Something thick pressed against his ring, force building against his body as it seemed to only want to push in further. There was no pain or ache, just the sensation of something large trying to work inside him… The ooze had seen to that, slowly numbing him as he gave in further.

	Zeke wasn’t so numb that he couldn’t feel his body stretch, however… Something he became quite aware of as his ring got wider and wider. That large object continued to push as his hole slowly gave way, the boy squeezing his eyes shut as he waited. He flexed as best as he could to relax his muscles… and gave a slight gasp when the object finally could continue its path inside him, a large lump in the thin tentacle obvious as it rubbed its way through his inner tunnel… again and again, he soon learned. Several of these large objects began to push through way through him, each hump making the rodent gasp.

	As each object passed, the cabin boy soon found himself starting to pant. The large bumps of whatever it was rubbed along the inner walls of his tunnel, pressing right against the sensitive regions and prostate, and he could feel his shorts beginning to tighten. Five orbs… ten… he soon began to lose count as his mind clouded over with thoughts of his tightening shorts, rubbing against the soft fabric. It was as the first of the objects passed along the tip of that tentacle and began to deposit itself into the boy’s ooze-filled belly that he squeaked out rather loudly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt the spasm of his groin, and the warmth of a load planted inside the shorts before it slowly slid towards his rear.

	It was after the climax that the cabin boy began to go limp, worn out from his release. He groaned and panted as he felt more of those large objects deposited inside him, the thicker tentacle beginning to rock his used body back and forth. The shirt of his uniform began to curl up higher and higher, pushed upwards by the swelling belly, churning with thick, sloshings slime. He couldn’t keep track of how many things were placed inside his makeshift womb… He didn’t know how long he was held there. All he noticed was the sensation of the thin tentacle beginning to flatten and retract, pulling out of his rear… though it stopped, just at the ring, and tensed to place one last burst of goop, enough to keep the boy’s rear sealed.

	He was laid on the ground, chittering quietly, too tired to move… He thought he could hear voices, all around him, likely beyond the walls of his quarters. Zeke let his eyes close as he tried to rest, a particularly gruff voice suddenly barking orders nearby. There was a slam… the sound of a latch and a click of a lock, then another click… His door swung open, the boy could barely open his eyes to see a striped figure approaching. Powerful arms scooped around the boy’s body and he felt a purr as he was lifted up, still easy despite how heavy his stomach felt. He rolled inwards, resting against that strong frame as he was carried, hearing the door shut behind him.

	“Ye did good, boy. We’re gonna make a fortune off a these ones.”

	Zeke nodded weakly… He was so tired, and the sensation was just beginning to return. His rear was sore… Far more sore than it had ever been on the Tigris, even with a night where he’d taken the Captain and two other crew mates, one after another. He paid no attention to where they went when he heard the steady drag of something being moved aside… something rather heavy. A large thud soon followed, wood slamming against wood, and the boy found himself getting lower. He was carried down a hidden set of stairs, into a new room… and he squeezed his eyes shut as something sparked right into his view.

	It shone so brightly that he couldn’t look straight at the hoard for a short while. Gold… Definitely gold, filling this entire room from end to end. Treasures of all shapes and sizes, an incredible hoard, one that could only have been amassed by the most feared of pirates on the seas. His eyes going wide, he took a look at the merchant captain that held him in those strong arms, meeting the knowing gaze that flashed a fanged grin back to him. “Shhhhh… Our secret.” The arms held him even tighter, and the Captain began to walk through the room, approaching what looked like a chest.

	“Funny thing ‘bout krakens… Th’ ain’t suppose to lay eggs anywhere near th’ surface. Sometimes, ye jus’ gotta trick ‘em inta doin’ what ye want.” As the rabbit spoke, he flipped open the lid of the chest. Empty inside, seeing the confused look on his cabin boy’s face, the male couldn’t help himself from grinning. “Ye got all th’ treasure inside ya, boy. Now, ye gotta get it out.” He laid the small-bodied rodent carefully in the lid of that chest and unbuttoned those shorts… Growling slightly as he noticed the smell. “Hells, they even got ya ta cum? I din’t even get ye to cum this mornin’. Must be damn’d good at this job.” …There was a slight grumble of jealousy, but the rabbit continued his work as his paw explored the boy’s exposed rear.

	“…That’s thick. Damn, tha’s how they keep ‘em in yer belly to get warm, ain’t it? Well, no matter…” His finger pressed against the rodent’s pucker, feeling the last bit of ooze that had been planted inside, acting as a wall to keep those eggs inside. “Jus’ have ta break it open an’ yer gonna ooze all those eggs right out.” A smirk was apparent as he saw the boy staring… No matter, though. One last romp before the Tigris went ashore. One paw held the boy’s legs up… the exploring paw began to fiddle with his shorts, unzipping, unfastening, dropping the clothes to the ground.

	Zeke couldn’t do much other than groan as he felt Rob’s member slap against his rear again. He didn’t even have the strength to ask the Captain to let him rest. More importantly, the rabbit was clearly stiff… and the boy still was, too, despite his earlier release. Those eggs churned inside him in ways that were entirely new, and he couldn’t help but feel the pressure that all the extra ooze inside him was causing as his body tried so hard to squeeze back down into its original shape. He squeezed his eyes shut as he watched the Captain line the thick head of his shaft with that plugged hole.

	There was a squeak when the rabbit thrust himself inside that boy. He felt the wall of ooze against his head, pressing his entire body into the movement, grinding his feet against the floor… and finally, with a slight pop, he sank inside that tunnel. Thick ooze surrounded his entire shaft as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside, gasping at how cool it felt to the touch, different from the warmth inside the boy’s body. Pulling out, he watched as the first bit of ooze drooled into the chest, and he pushed himself in again to plug the boy for a moment before pulling out, repeating the process as he worked a steady rhythm, one paw on the Zeke’s belly and the other still holding his legs.

	It took some work, the two of them began to gasp and moan as their deed continued. Rob’s thrusts got stronger and stronger, his shaft began to throb inside that stretched hole. The moans from that little boy kept him going as he watched the swollen belly shudder, leaking ooze pooling in the bottom of his treasure chest. He started to purr, then to growl, as he worked himself up… and after several powerful thrusts that made his cabin boy squeak, the rabbit thrust in and felt something else. Something hard was sliding down towards him, and the tip of his cock pressed right against it.

	He pulled back, gasping out as he gave a few final throbs inside the rodent. Holding Zeke tight, the rabbit began to unload, groaning as he gushed his seed back into that leaking rear. It wasn’t as thick as the ooze, and as he pulled out the rest of the way, the rabbit noticed how quickly the rodent was leaking. With the aid of his seed, the boy’s tailhole acted as a fountain of slime, hearing the little one’s moans… until something thick and blue began to push against that ring. “And there they are… yer gonna have ta push hard, boy.”

	As Zeke heard the order, he nodded. His sore muscles went tense, his belly squeezed tight around the clutch of eggs sliding out of him… He took as deep of a breath as he could, and put all his effort into baring down, pushing with his rear muscles as his ring stretched wider and wider. The ooze leaking back out of him had the same numbing effect as when it was planted inside him, thankfully, so he didn’t hurt any… And with some effort, the boy suddenly squeaked. The pressure building in his rear vanished as the first egg plopped down, landing in the chest with a satisfying splat, safe due to all the ooze beneath him… and he began to push again and again, his body stretching easier as each new egg came to rest in its clutch.

	There was a slight gasp from him as he felt his belly returning to its normal size. The boy’s shaft was standing at attention, pushing into the air, each new egg rubbing against him from the inside. He didn’t have the energy to bring his paw down and take care of anything… He didn’t need to. As the last few eggs moved into position, he felt a cool touch around the length. His eyes opened to see the striped rabbit’s paw, coated in ooze that the rodent himself had dripped out, pumping along the length slowly. The thick fluid coated his groin from top to bottom, and as he pushed the last egg free, he gasped and squeaked out, thrusting his hips upward. The goop covered his tip… his load didn’t break free of that stuff, and it began to pump out and around his shaft before dripping down beneath him to join all the other leavings that had escaped his body.

	“C… Cap’n…”

	The voice was so weak that the rabbit couldn’t help but sigh. He lifted that spent body up into his arms, slamming the lid of the chest shut and locking it before returning to the stairs that would lead the two out of his treasure hoard. Large ears perked up, making sure no other soul was in his quarters when he emerged, he carefully closed the trap door that had led the two into the secret room, dragging his desk back into place over the door and carrying that cabin boy back into the closet, where he would lay the boy down in the swinging hammock carefully.

	“Sleep… Ain’t gotta do this again until next year.”

	Zeke nodded and closed his eyes. His hammock swung back and forth carefully, keeping the rodent soothed. He soon found himself asleep… only for a short moment, just enough time for the Captain to move his desk yet again and descend into the hoard, drag that now-filled chest up to his quarters and onto the deck. By the time the boy awoke, only two hours had passed. He was still sore, his bottom half completely coated in strange fluids, and there was a slight whine as he fell out of his hammock, stumbling towards the door.

	“Land ho!” The cries were the most noticeable thing as the Tigris sailed into port, with Zeke whining softly as he struggled to keep himself upright and open the door. He pulled the wooden door aside to see the Captain, sitting at his desk with the boy’s dirty shorts, grimacing just a bit until the rodent was noticed and tossing the garment towards him. “Get dressed. We got merch ta sell!”