Mordicia Bluestein looked like a man made to scare children and induce vomiting. Well, male specimen. Massive jowls from eating good food and not leaving his tiny, cluttered desk all day, the worst part Jyne couldn’t stand was the flop sweat. He had a condition, apparently, even now mopping his bad combover and wringing out a solid stream of rancid ogre fluid into a bucket. Pebbly gray skin had the toughness to stop a cannonball at close range, but it looked soft and flabby in the doublet and hose he wore to appear gentile.
“We agreed on eighty,” Jyne insisted, leaning over the desk to glare a dagger at the ogre’s yellow eyes with her sharp emerald glower. “You TOLD me it would be eighty when I left port three days ago. I’m not leaving here until I get my eighty.”
“Threaten me all ya want, Jyne,” the ogre said without malice, yet also without caring. “I’m da only fence left in Olgutra Port that’ll work wid ya. Yer haul will have me barey makin’ rent. ” A meaty three-finger paw the size of Jyne’s head clunked down a leather purse not large enough for the agreed eighty bars of gold. “Sixty.”
Jyne Argon’s eye hole itched underneath her black patch. The missing optical orb in her head didn’t bother her as much these last three years, but when irritation filled her past any woman’s tolerance, she wanted to rip the cloth off and dig fingers inside her skull to relieve an itch that could never be reached. Instead, those that knew her only saw a scowl turning pouty lips into a sneer worthy of a pirate captain.
“I’m going to find another fence, Mord, even if I have to sail to the Eastern Potentate,” Jyne whispered through grit teeth, slapping her hand down and taking the gold. “I’ve got a big score next, and you just lost it. Savvy?”
“Yer done, Jyne, you an’ yer wenches.” The massive ogre reached down and pulled out his pen, dipping it in the ink and already forgetting the stunning and furious woman in his office. “When ya robbed the Saintly Bounty, ya pissed off the King. They’re coming fer ye.”
Wanting to get in the last word with all her furious soul, Jyne beat that reflex down and turned to leave with a bit of dignity. She slammed the door, though.
“That bad?”
“That bad.” Jyne didn’t look up, but Berry stood there in those stupid fancy robes she’d inexplicably worn for the last few months. Tall with flowing blond hair, boobs the size of large fruit (and were they getting BIGGER?), pale skin that wouldn’t tan beyond her milky cream color, Berry Cuddles used to command top dollar at the red light district. If Jyne wasn’t confident she could bed any man in the city herself, she might be jealous of the thaumatic mage who served as first officer on their ship.
Holding up the too light purse, Jyne jingled bars of gold sarcastically. “I got sixty.”
“That’s not enough.”
“Ya think?” Jyne was in a mood, stomping her boots through the back offices while Berry calmly followed her captain. “Maybe I can get us some cheap lumber, and the alchemy supplies for Stef will need to be a priority, but food is going to be tight.”
“JC will have your head if you can’t get her galley stocked.” Berry didn’t sound too concerned, but nothing really fazed the magus, always had a calm demeanor, whether in battle or the bedroom.
“Then JC can find us a fence, because…”
The women were leaving the building when a little goblin ran from the back holding an ugly statue. An ugly statue Jyne recognized.
“You take!” the goblin shrieked, pushing the statue into Jyne’s arms.
“Wha…?” Jyne’s confusion overflowed because this didn’t make sense. “No, I just sold it to your boss, Mordecai. Its his piece of junk now.”
“You take!” the goblin insisted, still pushing it into Jyne’s hands and wrapping the captain’s fingers around it to force her to hold it.
“What is it?” Berry asked, more curious than anything.
“One of the art pieces from that ship we raided two days ago.” Jyne held the statue and became more befuddled when the goblin made a fast retreat. “I recognize it because I thought it looked hideous when we were sorting the booty.” The whore-turned-pirate paused, giving the statue a critical appraisal. “Those eyes, though, look like gemstones.”
“Hmm, didn’t get a look at it before.” Berry said, carefully leaning down and giving the dark stone carved into some lewd and naked demoness thrusting her cunt into the air while smiling a mouth of fangs into the sky. “I think it is supposed to be a representation of Cluothe, the Eastern goddess of terror and change.”
“Don’t care,” Jyne replied, almost chucking it but changing her mind at the last second, thinking she might get a few silver if she could pry those gems out of the stone. Decided, the pirate captain stepped into the busy traffic of the street and made her way back to the ship. “You coming?”
“I’ll be back in a few hours, need to get some herbs for my pregnancy.”
Jyne stumbled and nearly fell to the cobbles, but managed to spin around to witness a rare smile on Berry’s face.
The surprise announcement distracted Jyne from noticing the statue in her hand heat with inner fire.
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The Black Heart Pirates were not the most feared rogues sailing the twelve seas of Yerm. In fact, they fought for every scrap of reputation built in the last three years when a group of working girls burned down a cluster of whore houses in the red light district of Olgutra, stole a ship owned by the deceased brothel owner, renamed the ship the Scorned Lover and flew colors of a black heart on crimson cloth. For a time they were lauded by some people as fighting back against oppression and other such nonsense.
Those idealists changed their tune after the Black Hearts raided Volup Colony and burned it to the ground. When a whole fleet went missing off the coast of Wylo and survivors told of the horror caused by a ship manned entirely by prostitutes, sailors learned to fear the black heart on red.
However, nothing lasts forever. The Breen Empire began cracking down on piracy and sent their royal fleets out in force. The fact the Black Hearts singled themselves out when they raided a ship containing the special honeyed wines of the Eastern Potentate meant for the Emperor himself was just bad luck.
“Berry is pregnant?” Xorli, quartermaster and towering over the other girls on the deck at eight feet of green orc, hauled the last of the supplies on a pulley by herself as if she were lifting a teacup.
“Berry has BEEN pregnant for five months!” Jyne announced, maybe a bit loud, still reeling from the revelation less than an hour ago. “How did no one notice?”
“You’re the one spending the most time with her, pouring over those charts in your cabin.” Xorli grunted as she pulled the net of crates over the deck and eased them onto the planks, letting other girls take over stowing the gear. “We all thought you were 69ing behind the closed door.”
“I go down on ONE GIRL and everyone thinks I’m a muff queen,” Jyne grumbled, waving the statue as if to include the crew in her assertions. “Not one glass of wine since!”
“Hey, my pussy isn’t complaining, just surprised you haven’t wanted more orc meat in your diet.” When Xorli smiled, her tusks flared outward in a truly terrifying display. Jyne was immune to such antics, though.
“Back to Berry…” Jyne tried to say more, waving the statue around at the girls on deck like a frantic madwoman, yet nothing came out. The crew of former sex workers ignored their high strung captain, immune to HER antics.
“She probably didn’t want you worrying.” Xorli said, coming around and setting massive green tits on top of Jyne’s head while reaching down and put her calloused hands around the captain. “None of us want you to worry, we all know how hard you work to keep us safe and fed.”
“Your captain appreciates any and all boob hats the crew will provide,” Jyne said deadpan, though she didn’t make to move away, “but I don’t think it gives the sense of menace we are trying to cultivate as a pirate crew.”
The orc quartermaster laughed and got back to work, leaving Jyne to slink to her cabin even as other crew members lit lamps around the deck and the twin suns sank into the vast ocean.
“…how are we going to survive?” Jyne asked no one, idly running her fingers on the warm stone of the statue in her hand.
“Ow!”
Quickly lighting her own lamp, Jyne discovered one of the fangs on the statue had pricked her finger, drawing blood and smearing it all over the howling mouth of the demoness in her throws of passion.
“Stupid statue,” Jyne complained, sucking her finger and setting the statue on her desk as a new glorified paperweight for her charts while she readied herself for bed. “Your eyes are going to buy me a new pistol next time we make port.”
While the captain of the Scorned Lover slept, tossing and turning in her sleep, she did not notice those yellow gems glowing with fierce and intense light, watching over the woman’s dreams with an eldritch glow highlighting its wicked grin.
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“Yes, oh YES! YEEESSSS!!”
“Captain?”
Shocked awake from the most intense dream ever experienced, Jyne Argon opened her eye and peered into gloom filling her cabin from the predawn. She was alone.
“Captain? Are you alright?” The voice inquired outside the door.
“A minute!” Jyne shouted, not meaning to but sounding shrill and breathless at the same time. Her nightgown stuck to her body from sweat, her muscles twitched from an orgasm still coursing through her, right hand pruned with fingers crooked inside her and a deluge of femjaculate cooling on her thighs and sheets. She had to pry her left hand off a fevered breast from such an intense self groping she already felt the bruise forming.
“She’s ok,” Jyne heard outside the door, “just caught her jilling the kitty.”
While laughter from the rest of the crew roared loudly, Jyne spat a few choice curses and rolled out of her bed. And fell to the floor, her legs too weak to allow something as strenuous as standing to happen.
“What in the nine realms of the abyss is going on?” Jyne asked herself, CRAWLING across planks to her trunk for some clothing. Just like every other girl aboard this ship, Jyne had been a whore since her first bleeding before turning to piracy. Orgasms didn’t come from a night of two-pump customers, so prostitutes learned how to dig for buried treasure on their own or with enthusiastic help. The Black Heart crew got more action than any other in the twelve seas.
Yet this, this, this…ORGASM tore through an experienced harlot like Jyne with the power of a broken hymen. It had…it WAS STILL so intense, radiating outward from her snatch into all the fibers of her body. The aftershocks shook the pirate captain as she crept her fingers back down inside to milk it for all she could.
“…!” Biting her lip, another wave crested and Jyne found herself flopping on the ground as a hammer of pleasure hit into her groin and smashed its way up through her spine into her brain. With only one eye she couldn’t see when bright white spots blocked her vision and the woman struggled to keep her voice under control. Only a gasping lack of air into her lungs kept her from screaming.
The door suddenly opened and Berry walked in, robes gone and blatantly flaunting her round tummy to the warm sea air in her normal outfit of a blue bra and leather pants. “Captain, we are ready to get underway and…oh my.”
Jyne wanted to rant, to scream, to curse, but all she did was squirm and moan. Berry, thankfully, shrugged and closed the door, lighting the lamp and sitting down on a handy stool. “Need any help?” The magus most definitely did NOT smirk in utter amusement.
It took a few minutes, but eventually cumplosion stopped and Jyne got up, muttering a storm as she yanked out pants and doublet, putting on her usual dark clothing as if preparing to raid a ship. On top of everything else and just another thing to boil Jyne’s blood was how her pants strained on hips and the shirt stretched too tight across the bust. Probably a good thing they couldn’t afford better food for JC’s galley, this captain needed to go on a diet.
“You look very fierce, like a proper pirate,” Berry said, standing behind her captain and braiding the long curly brown hair while Jyne adjusted her eyepatch.
“If you can believe it, I’m still randy: had the most intense dream I’ve ever experienced.” Jyne sighed and finished lacing up her bodice more snug than usual while Berry quietly nodded and braided.
Jyne gave herself a once over, comparing herself to the magus: not the best of ideas. Berry had perfect tits, those jiggling melons bouncing on top of a woman a full eight inches taller than Jyne’s five and a half feet. Berry had hips ready to birth that child in her belly and long and flowing blond hair the envy of the entire ship with skin like frothing sea foam. Jyne tended to put on too much muscle to consider herself pretty and instead had former clients politely describe her as energetic. Some hips, some boobs, tan enough to make a person think she was Eastern, years of pirating giving her browned skin criss crossed scars, a face looking more at home in a dive bar instead of on a whore.
Berry didn’t respond, finishing and standing back, giving Jyne a critical look in the growing light of dawn through the windows of the cabin. Jyne pushed her arousal to the side and buckled boots on before grabbing her sword and belt to leave the cabin.
“Captain on deck!” Xorli shouted, helping some of the other girls hoisting sails.
“D’ya need a hand, c’ptain?”
“She probably needs a dick!”
“Har har,” Jyne said dryly, glancing around and giving the crew a stink eye. “All the officers meet me in the galley, but get us out of here with a heading towards Faluss. I want to be in open water before the suns are both up!”
“Aye aye!”
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“I don’t get it, Faluss is five days across the Blue Expanse,” Stef grumbled around her biscuit, the dwarf gunner never in a good mood - especially not in the morning - her silvery hair belying a younger age while grubby overalls hid a muscular stocky body the dwarf was self-conscious about.
“I’m hungry,” Jyne said, gobbling her third helping of eggs like a nympho guzzling jizz at an orgy, weirdly unable to stop eating this morning. “Krizz, you explain the intel.”
“Krizz wants to preface what Krizz is about to say that Krizz only heard a rumor, unsubstantiated.” Krizz explained from her high stool, the tiny goblin girl very articulate yet affecting the strange pronouns of goblin speech. Also, no finer navigator in the twelve seas, despite the racial discrimination against goblin intelligence. No one paid it any attention and Krizz Tot’s lover, Tops, leaned her redheaded freckled locks over and smooched the goblin on the cheek for encouragement. “Still, Krizz knows the source and it was worth three bars. Huge shipment of Eastern wyvern silks coming up the coast.”
“Three gold BARS?” JC interjected while serving another platter of eggs and biscuits. The matronly cook ruled the galley like her own personal fiefdom, but no one would think of crossing the woman whom every girl on the ship considered a surrogate mother. Thick curves that only came with birthing a dozen children and settling into her twilight years, JC Waters proved no slouch in the bedroom and a decent chef. “No wonder we don’t have meat this time around.”
“I have the swains dropping fishing lines over the back of the deck,” Nulissula replied with an imperial calm and melodic voice, the aelf girl as pristine and proper as ever in her gown more appropriate for a forest ball. No one would ever guess the hundred year old blue haired girl as the ship’s bosun and in charge of keeping the ship in sailing shape. Her ability to speak to wood proved a significant advantage as well. “I imagine we’ll be able to get a stew together for tonight.”
“Krizz, I don’t wanna step on your furry toes,” began Zera, the dark skinned Eastern girl, her kinky braids tinkling with the metal charms of her people on her lithe shoulders.
“But wyvern silk isn’t exactly in high demand,” finished Zari, Zera’s twin. Or it could have been Zera and Zari. The two were completely identical and most of the crew had trouble telling who was who. Rumor had it a girl could only tell them apart if they were fingered at the same time. Zari was a squirter.
Jyne grimaced, even as her stomach growled and she fought Stef for more eggs. The captain wondered not for the last time if those twins really did have some kind of telepathic connection or if they were messing with her. Whatever they had, those two were the first over the side when the Hearts raided other ships and they were absolutely terrifying to watch laughing inside a tornado of blood.
“Krizz already knows about the silks, Krizz is not simple goblin.” Said goblin pouted a bit, but another kiss from Tops kept her on track. “The real treasure is hidden smuggling of Unamite, rare alchemical ingredient.”
Stef whistled, bits of egg flying over the table, causing some of the girls to slap her for the offense. Stef didn’t care, the sturdiness of her people legendary. “Unamite is the key ingredient to initiate transmutation. If an alchemist had enough of it, they could make literally anything. The stuff is so rare I’ve only ever heard of it. Even a handful is enough to make a kingdom go to war.”
“The ship has an entire chest, probably a hundred pounds,” Jyne announced solemnly, the moment ruined by their captain shoveling more eggs in her mouth.
Silence greeted the bounty, every girl there taking in the sheer wealth that could soon be theirs. Jyne would have stopped eating if she could, but inside her stomach, a tide pool sucked the food she ate and left her feeling more and more starved. None of the girls spoke when she reached over and took the rest of the eggs and the last two biscuits.
“That…that’s a lot?” Tops asked, the typically energetic and limber acrobat who spent most days up in the crow wasn’t the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but her eyes were sharp and she had more skill on the ropes than any three other girls.
“That’s enough we can all retire, buy our own island.” Xorli, sensible quartermaster, had been silent through the meal as was typical, something about orcs savoring their food. Her meal over, now she spoke. “Its what we’ve all dreamed about, worked towards.” The wonder in her voice sounded unlike the brutish woman, but everyone at that table understood. “We’d be free.”
Free. To harlots, prostitutes and whores, slaves everyone one of them, it was indeed what they all wanted. Free of all shackles, free for themselves to live a life without worrying about tomorrow.
“Y’all are crazy if ya think this is going to be easy money.”
No one heard the door of the galley open, but the rough voice of Dr. Jiggles was unmistakable while she barged in, her pendulously large tits leading the way as the rest of the voluptuous black haired woman streaked with gray followed in her work smock covered with old blood. In a crew of ninety and nine girls all hailing from the various fetish houses of a large city, Jiggles took the cream as the oddest and most unique. Sure, she received training from the Royal Academy years ago and could patch any girl up to fighting fit within a few days. The problem - and the reason why every girl dreaded visiting the doctor - was her adamant insistence these services came with…a price. An orgasmic price. And though she often settled with voyeurism and watching a quick fingering (every prostitute knew the meaning of consent, even Jiggles), there were plenty of ropes and chains to hold a girl down in her clinic and the cries of ecstasy had been known to echo for hours.
“Jigs is right,” Jyne said, licking her plate clean and pushing it away. “No way will this be easy, but I believe it is worth it. So let’s make sure the crew is ready for the biggest - and possibly last - fight of the Black Heart Pirates!”
The group cheered as they all attended to their duties. Before Jyne could move - thinking about raiding the pantry for some more food - Jiggles grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. “We have a problem.”
Resisting a groan, Jyne nodded and reminded herself to act like a captain. She even had a suspicions about the problem. Scratching the back of her head, Jyne scratched harder as the sudden itch needed attention.
“Curse all poets and musicians,” Jyne muttered, following the doctor towards her clinic, more spots around her body needing to be itched.
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“Captain! So good to see you! Have you been putting on a few pounds? They look good on you, not knocking your body. Want to hear my latest song?”
Jyne scowled, not caring for the talkative girl barely out of her teens gallivanting the romantic world of piracy. The captain might have dredged up more empathy for her, but the girl would Not. Stop. Talking.
“Lorryn, shut up.” Jiggles was as fruity as a pie, but even she had limits. This was her domain, the table she operated on clean and sterile yet stained with so much old blood the wood appeared black.
“What happened this time?” Jyne asked before the gabby girl could pick up steam, using her left hand to dig her nails into the back of her right forearm.
“Weeellll, I was having a few of the girls show me how to unfurl the sails, so I was way up on the center mast when I thought it would be fun to do that swinging thing everyone does, so I grabbed one of the ropes and jumped off with a whooping yell, only I didn’t hold on tight enough, which is when I thought I was going to TOTALLY fall to my death, but there were a lot of ropes and one of them snagged me by the leg, which might be broken? Anyway…”
Jiggles did everyone a favor and placed her hand over Lorryn’s mouth between breaths. “She’s a danger to herself and others and we need to keep her confined below decks or throw her overboard. Regardless, her ankle’s twisted and she needs to stay off it for a couple of days.”
While Lorryn tried to speak through a muffling hand, Jyne put some thought into this latest problem. For the last month, Lorryn Dawnstrider - yes, of THE Dawnstrider Trading Company - had paid Jyne an exorbitant amount of gold bars so that she could spend six months on their ship. Small, earnest, healthy, looking like some brown haired tomboy seeking out the next naive adventure in her fancy aristocratic clothing, Jyne agreed because money was tight and that gold paid some debts.
Only it didn’t take a day for the merchant heiress to pull out her lute and sing a tune while becoming the center of every problem a ship can have. All accidents, all with the most sincere apologies, Jyne became convinced of the Lorryn Curse. Or the ship was cursed and Lorryn was the delivery. Whatever the reason, cursing became involved.
Feeling her eyehole itching behind the patch, Jyne suddenly grinned and leaned in. “Don’t worry, Dr. Jiggles is going to take good care of you.” Looking the young girl up and down, the captain could appreciate youth as much as the next woman. “Very good care. At least until nightfall.”
“Aye aye, captain.” Jiggles moved in, keeping her hand firmly over Lorryn’s mouth as Jyne straightened and got a finger under her patch to start itching. “Now, ya can either do this yerself - which may or may not involve whips - or ya can let me help ye. Frankly, I reckon Imma bit more aroused than normal, so I think ya should pick me, but ye always have a choice in ma clinic. Nod if ya want me, shake if’n ya want yerself.”
Jyne waited around for the eventual, hesitant nod with eyes wider than saucers. Walking out and closing the door, Dr. Jiggles didn’t waste any time and for once, Lorryn stopped talking.
She moaned. Loudly.
Which, to Jyne’s surprise after the morning she had, got her hot and a tad moist.
“What is going on with me today?” Jyne asked, flustered and horny, climbing topside to get this ship on course, itching her body the entire time.
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As the day wore on, Jyne became increasingly convinced some kind of disease worked itself through the girls. Everyone appeared flushed and distracted, breathing heavily like they ran a mile, everyone sweating so much half the crew wore only their underwear as they worked. A few, like Tops, forewent clothing entirely and let her small pert breasts hang free. A few also showed signs of itching, which was how Jyne connected the dots, parts of her body having deep red furrows from her savage scratches.
Not that Jyne paid much attention to anything. Whatever mystery affected the crew, it attacked the captain ten fold. No more than a half hour after meeting with Jigs and Lorryn, Jyne fell to her knees when a wave of pleasure hit her right in the womb. Not an orgasm, but more like if she edged herself for half a day all hitting her at once. It had her gasping for breath like a fish flopping on deck, her eyes crossing from the sensations and her abdominal muscles contracting in rhythm with her pounding heart.
She almost ran to her quarters right then, but Jyne became resolute to maintain order and decorum. How would it look if the captain spent all day fingering herself into oblivion? She had to be strong, for her crew.
Couldn’t stop the growing stain spreading down her pants, though. At least they were black pants.
“Captain? Uh, Jyne?”
“What? Yes?” Jyne leaned against the back railing of the Puppis, ostensibly keeping watch over Krizz and her team womaning the wheel to keep the ship on course. However, her eyes glazed with her legs crossed, no one could notice how tightly her thighs were pressed together. As the morning turned into afternoon, four more of those waves had attacked her and they were only gaining in intensity. Jyne dredged all her willpower into her libido to prevent spontaneously cumming in front of the crew. “What is it, Berry?”
“I asked if you want some dinner,” the magus stated, though this plague hit the other woman nearly as hard as the captain, it seemed. Her tits appeared swollen and about to pop out of her bra, leaking some thick yellow milk out of her nipples, giant blue veins pulsing under translucent skin.
Jyne didn’t have to answer, her stomach growled loud enough Tops probably heard it up in the crow.
“I feel like I haven’t eaten in days,” Jyne said in the same tone a woman said she hadn’t had a dick in her for months. Temporary horniness pushed aside, Jyne practically ran down the steps and towards the center of the main deck where JC passed out bowls of fish stew to the crew.
“Hey! Back off! No seconds ‘till everyone gets some! Only so much stew to go around.” JC was serious about people following her rules, that ladle in her hand whipping out hard enough to knock girls on their backs if they weren’t careful. “Here ya go captain. Noticed you weren’t looking too hot so I added some herbs to your bowl.”
Jyne only nodded her thanks before she forewent the spoon entirely and gulped the hot, thick meal down her throat, not even caring how much it burned. It was like eating sex, food never tasted so good. Propriety completely out the window, Jyne licked every inch of the bowl clean before she realized the crew had gone quiet and were all looking at her strangely.
“Ah, yes,” Jyne stumbled, her face heating up even as her tongue searched for any missing morsel on her face. “Thank you, JC, that tasted…great. Best stew I’ve ever had.”
“Do you…want another bowl, Captain?” For once, the matronly cook appeared subdued, filling the next bowl and holding it out.
It took every scrap of willpower Jyne possessed to hold up her hand and smile, shaking her head. “Oh no, I know the rules as much as anyone and it wouldn’t be fair to get another bowl. You just give that to the next person while I head in early tonight. I think I caught something and I don’t want to fall over sick when we get to Faluss.”
Other girls gave half hearted chuckles before breaking out into a whisper of gossip while Jyne worked her way into her cabin and shut the door, sliding to the floor as she put her fist to her mouth and panted, trying desperately not to cum.
“I’m…better...than this!” Jyne urged herself, getting up and going to a large cabinet she had in the back of the cabin. Opening it she found a well stocked treasure trove of chocolates, cheeses and preserved meats she usually saved for celebrating with the officers after a successful raid. However, technically these were all purchased with Jyne’s share and were therefore Jyne’s. All Jyne’s.
An hour later, the suns setting into the waters they were sailing towards, Berry wiped a tremendous amount of sweat from her brow and stifled a groan of pleasure when her arms pushed her full and leaking tits a bit together, the jostling enough to spray tiny splashes of milk through her straining top. Knocking politely, she stepped into the cabin and found her Captain in quite the state.
“Jyne?!” The normally emotionless woman quickly moved into the dark room, using her magic to light the lamp with a thought and bending down to help her friend.
Jyne lay in the middle of the bits of paper and cloth that remained of an entire cabinet of food. Oddly, there were no crumbs or even stray bits of grease: the entire meal had been consumed. Some of the waxed paper had teeth marks. Berry looked over to the open cabinet and saw it empty, which made no sense, the sheer weight of the food in there would have been more than nearly two whole Jynes. Yet as Jyne moaned and squirmed on the ground, both her hands working furiously inside herself and her pants around her ankles, it was as if the food had vanished.
“SomeTHIIIng’s…haaaPPEENnnniiing…” Jyne choked out between gasps of air, her voice stretching and modulating in ways that sounded unnatural as her body arched and strained for release.
Before Berry could respond, holding out her hands to cast a spell, Jyne came.
At the same time, the yellow light of the eyes of the statue flashed brighter than the twin suns.
And everything changed.
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Down below decks, in the corner where Dr. Jiggles practiced her craft with a crooked pair of fingers or a phallic piece of wood, Lorryn woke up from her session getting the ropes untied from her wrists. If she looked exhausted and covered in drying sweat, well, at least the afterglow flushed her cheeks adorably and kept her mouth shut…mostly.
“Wow…just, wow.” The knots holding the small girl down were rather intricate, so Jiggles took her time, but that didn’t stop Lorryn from fussing and straining against the bonds in a misguided effort to help. “You’re really good at that, the sex thing, I mean, and I wonder if I broke my arm…”
Jiggles wanted this girl out of her clinic and for some reason it got hard to focus on the ropes. Sure, the young and supple body exposed so close to the perverted woman had her panting to get down there and drink it in all over again, but human physiology had limits and Jiggles didn’t want to hurt the girl.
Suddenly Jiggles’ hands cramped, for no reason as her body heat cranked upwards by about twenty degrees. Jiggles didn’t even notice that Lorryn had shut her mouth and suffered from her own problems.
“Peculiar.” As a former student of the Royal Academy, Jiggles knew her anatomy backwards and forwards. Which is why, in her expert opinion, she knew something unnatural happened to her. As her upper body cramped and strained, locking her in place, her legs split apart and then split apart again underneath her smock, shredding the garment even as what felt like her buttocks bulged and spread out behind her. Lifting into the air twice her height, she put on mass further and further behind her, the doctor only mildly concerned when she saw the entire room from new sets of eyes popping up all over her head.
“Doctor, I don’t, don’t dooOOONGGRWW!!” Whatever Lorryn tried to say, it garbled out as her face distorted forward into a triangle and her mouth filled with the most horrifying collection of teeth. Skin peeling back, underneath a slick blue and white flesh emerged, along with muscles the small girl would have never expected to see on her own body. More and more, each pulse tore through her as she packed upon all the strength and size of a man, then two men, then ten men.
“MRROWWRARR!!” Lorryn bellowed, fins on her arms and legs slicing through the ropes, the fin on her back punching a hole through the table moments before her sheer weight crashed the table to the ground and both shark girl and spider woman had to fight for room in the confined space.
“Did you hear that?” Xorli asked the bosun, Nulissula, wondering about a crash coming from somewhere else inside the ship. Working on the ship’s inventory in the aft hold, a single lamp keeping the girls company.
The aristocratic aelf tilted her head to the side, using one of her long ears to listen to the voice of the ship. “Something is happening in the clinic. The good doctor is probably getting too enthusiastic again.”
Xorli grunted, adjusting her trousers as they suddenly felt a bit tight. “Nothing surprising there, though I should probably stop Jigs before she hurts the new girl.” Reaching down into her pants, something felt off and these loose cloth pants weren’t feeling loose anymore against her green skin.
“Wait, I’m hearing more.” Scrunching her face, the normally calm woman became concerned. “The galley, crow, crew quarters, captain’s cabin…it's all over the ship.” As if a thought had occurred to her, the aelf held up her own pale hand and both women watched as it started to drip and turn translucent. “It's happening to us.”
“Us?” Xorli asked, but she was distracted by suddenly finding a growing penis in her calloused hands. Her penis, straining against her pants. The orc went to investigate further when her head hit the rafters and all her clothing exploded into rags, the eight foot orc now closer to twenty feet, her enormous cock throbbing larger and larger until it erected at just over six feet of thick, green meat.
“Oh, this is getting distracting,” Nulissula muttered, her skin becoming gloopy and gloppy as it took on the consistency of pudding and melted herself into a puddle sloshing beneath her dress before a purple and transparent form of an aelf girl shlorped back into a standing form and got a better look at the second largest cock the aelf had ever seen. Despite her change, Nulissula’s voice remained oddly unaffected. “Most distracting.”
“Krizz feels funny.”
“Yeah, greenie, I’m not feeling great either,” Tops replied, leaning her naked body over the side of the crow to peer towards the deck below. “I’ll lower you down with the rope and then…”
*riiiip!*
Tops started when she felt something poking her butt. Turning around, she saw a terrified Krizz holding onto a thick green cock the size of a salami and growing larger with each deep throb, her torn pants exposing the rest of her petite, lower goblin body to the sky.
“Krizz sorry! Krizz can’t stop!” The little goblin panted, her eyes wide, but even as the cock doubled in size and pulsed and bucked so powerfully Tops was scared it would knock her out of the crow, those little green hands rubbing up and down the shafts as fast as a skilled harlot knew how.
“Can’t stop what?” Tops asked quietly, the head dripping some strange glowing green cum as it reached her eye level and bulged one last time.
“Krizz CUMMING!!”
It was no normal ejaculation. To be fair, nothing happening on this ship could be construed as normal, but all the girls were at least familiar with jizz, dicks, facials and everything else. From Tops’ point of view, it looked like the urethra of Krizz had a cannonball launch itself from the base up to the tip in a single second before a blast a bright green splooge erupted out like an island volcano directly into the redhead’s freckled face. The force launched the girl into the air ten feet before gravity asserted itself and she tumbled to the deck below.
“TOPS!!” Krizz managed to shout past her continued geyser pumping the glowing jizz into the air, leaning over the edge of the crow and her cock pumping gallons of the thick gunk all over the deck. What she saw surprised the little woman enough to wonder if she were hallucinating underneath this orgasm.
“…gah!” Tops gasped, getting enough of the sticky slime off her face to take a breath. She knew she fell, the former acrobat had enough awareness to know only moments separated her from hitting the deck or water, either meaning a dead redhead. It brought clarity, letting her close her eyes and spread out her arms to feel the wind against her entire body, a feeling she never lost a love for.
The wind shifted, and the end of the fall never came.
Opening her eyes, Tops became more surprised than anyone else on the deck looking skyward and pointing as she glided up higher and higher, soaring into the air with azure wings for arms, thick yellow talons replacing her calves and feet and what felt like a hard beak on her face.
“Wooooh!” Tops crowed, pumping her arms and flying into the clouds as she flipped and spun, the girl years ago billed as the Flying Tops once again high in the air where she belonged.
“What?” JC asked, glaring at Stef and the other girls in the kitchen. “Never seen a scylla before? Those dishes aren’t going to wash themselves.”
JC Waters, cook and taking up half the kitchen space with a mass of deep purple suckered tentacles writhing in the mucus spilling out of the bottom of her skirt, was not phased by this turn of events. Holding her ladle out with one of those tentacles, the threat remained clear; she didn’t care that the three girls in front of her had turned into a yellow snake woman, a huge titted sheep and Stef…well, Stef turned into a pixie.
“How ‘m supposed ta help ya wid dishes lookin’ like some tiny aelf?” Stef shrilled, her natural accent slipping into her speech with the melodic tones of one of the tiny fey. And what a fey! Under JC’s discerning eye, while Stef now flew no taller than eight inches, she had gone from the rough and chiseled body of a dwarf into probably the prettiest female this side of the Blue Expanse. Luscious tits, hips just the right size, skin a perfect shade of cream tinged in pink, golden hair spilling back between two diaphanous wings fluttering and keeping the tiny woman aloft, face the kind that nations would break treaties to get their hands on. JC just wanted to cuddle this little thing up and carry her in her pocket, but dishes needed doing.
“You’ll think of something,” JC admonished, stifling her smirk. “Grab a rag and clean the mugs. Not going to let you off for breaking one of my plates just because you’re a pixie.”
“Um,” the sheep girl asked shyly, trying to maneuver tits literally larger than the rest of her body mass around the sink, “I can’t reach past my boobs. Can I be excused?”
“…no.”
Mercy had no place in JC’s kitchen.
Zera and Zari both got rained on by green spunk, the glop worse than any glue and completely covering each girl in the glowing muck before Krizz went soft above them and the deluge stopped. Zera was the first to work her way out of the gallons of gloop covering her like the most disgusting of boogers, pulling free and stumbling over to her sister. All around her the other girls on the deck were transforming into strange and terrifying monsters. Shaking her head, braids stuck to her head with gob semen, Zera had to stay focused on her sister.
“Z, you ok?” Zera asked.
“I’m fine, Z,” Zari replied, her voice tired as she tried to crawl out from under what appeared to be enough cum to impregnate an entire nunnery.
Zera sighed, reaching down and helping her sister up. It took some doing and grunting, but with a plop Zari became free and the twins were hugging tightly.
When they tried to break away, they couldn’t.
At first the sisters thought it was sticky cum, but when their clothing split and they noticed their dark skin melded wherever they touched, turning a bright sapphire blue, things got weird. Having never needed words between them, they only shared a panicked look when their bodies became one larger, taller, bluer body.
What the other girls of the crew saw stomping around the deck was a two-headed blue demon with four arms and tall enough to reach the lower sails with her own four hands. This giant monster looked around and shrugged, carefully seating herself to not rock the ship too badly.
“Jyne, I have no idea what is happening, but I think that statue is to blame,” Berry said as her breasts grew large enough to burst out of her bra and spray a constant stream of milk onto the planks, their pendulous weight swaying with the motion of the ship and tipping the suddenly weak woman onto the ground. “I…I can feel the thaumian energy coming off that thing and it is stronger than a warehouse full of wands. I…mooooOO!!”
Jyne had her hand in front of her face, skin splitting apart to show metallic fish scales in the light of the lamp shining green and silver, wet still from the explosive cum she just experienced. And it wasn’t just skin splitting, it was as if she had a body inside her own body growing outward, her old skin unable to contain something so…luscious.
“Mmmm, I have never felt so…horny!” Jyne cried, grabbing onto her scaled tits and ripping her old skin away as they blossomed from oranges into cantaloupes into even larger, jiggling fruit. Her backside scraped across the wood as she stretched longer and rubbed her legs together, the heat between them a blacksmith’s fire stoking hotter and getting ready for the next hammering it desired.
“It's the…mooostatue.”
Jyne came out of the reverie with herself, looking over at her friend and noticed she was not the only one changing.
Berri was no longer the woman she had always been. Her blond hair stretched and grew atop every patch of exposed skin, her face taking on a cow’s, and her legs stretching out behind her in hooves. However, it was her tits that had taken the forefront of her profile.
They were big. As large as two chairs big. From the loud stretching sound that outnoised even the creaking of the ship, getting larger. And the milk spraying out of them already sloshed enough to pool inside the cabin a full inch of yellowish cream.
“The…statueoooo.” Berry scrunched her bovine face, struggling to form normal words. “I don’t even think it is a statue, it is too powerful. I think it might even be the goddess herself.”
Jyne, ever the captain, glanced over at the offending black rock of magic and nodded, deciding to prioritize. Pushing aside lust and scrambling to her feet (only wobbling a bit from the change in perspective and weight distribution), Jyne grabbed her friend by one arm and pulled her towards the door.
“Just in case, we need to get you outside,” Jyne grunted, discovering Berry put on a few too many pounds while her breasts threatened to not be able to fit through the door. “Don’t know how big you’re going to get.”
“Reasonable assessment,” Berry agreed, helping her friend as best as she remained able.
It took a few minutes and plenty of cursing, but eventually the two women flopped onto the deck outside to discover they were not the only ones changed, the whole crew topside and waiting.
“Welcome to the circus,” Stef said with as much venom as an adorable naked pixie could say, her annoyed face fluttering inches away from the captain before she gestured angrily at nearly a hundred other transformed girls.
Totally going to masturbate to this tonight, and I wrote it!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great way to keep me dangling as I wait for your next full novel. Thanks to you and Skye.
ReplyDeleteI hope you harden up nicely, wouldn't want any dangling bits to go limp before I can finish you off!
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