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He sought unscrupulous muscle, or perhaps had some information that he thought he could sell to those who might capitalize on it. She sheathed her pistolari and grasped a bottle of rum by the neck, walking in his direction.\n\nHe backed into the room, half in fear, and half in invitation. Danielle closed the door and pulled out a chair from around the table. She sat in it heavily and rested her heavily-booted hooves up on the table, leaning back and pulling the cork from the rum with her teeth and spitting towards the room’s corner casually. She took a swig. “What the fuck are you doing in a place like this? Don’t you have any sense at all, prettyboy?”\n\nHe swallowed hard and pulled out a chair across from her, scooting his butt onto it nervously. “I... I was looking for a partner for a... a business proposition.” he said, glancing around the tiny room as-if someone could have been lurking in one of the well-lit corners. Danielle was not so paranoid. This was not the kind of place where cowards listened at keyholes - at least not if they wanted to continue breathing.\n\n“I’m listening...” she said.\n\n“I’m a Captain in the Royal Cloudgard Flotilla. Or... rather... I was.”\n\nDanielle whistled. Cloudgard was one of the highest Isles. Its navy was widely feared. Their airships were famous for their quality and power. Danielle’s own ship, the Forlorn Hope, was actually a convert of an old Cloudgard vessel that they had ordered scrapped but that she she had managed to steal and restore. “So what happened?” she asked.\n\n“The Royal Family of Cloudgard, the Dela Fays, have a tradition of military service. It is intended to teach discipline to the whelp and give him some appreciation of the lives of the soldiers and airmen that he may order into combat when he ascends to the Throne. But... the practice has become bastardized. The ships with royal crew never go into battle, and the ships are outfitted with luxurious private quarters befitting a Prince. Its a sham! I joined the fleet to pilot a warship, not a parade float. So... I refused.” said the stag.\n\n“And you lost your ship over that?” Danielle asked, incredulously.\n\n“No... no... or rather... I was transferred. My ship was one of the newest Ships of the Line that the Prince Etheras had his heart set-on. It was a real beauty. But since I wouldn’t take him on, they replaced me with someone who would, and I got stick on a rusty old hulk of a dreadnaught... Quite a demotion. So I resigned my commission and fled here.”\n\n“Why would you do that? You have command experience, but no flight experience. Here in Peritheosis, you have to work your way up. Nobody will give you a command unless you start out cleaning engines or scrubbing decks. We have no interest in your University paper and citations here.” Danielle took another swig of the rum.\n\n“You misunderstand. I haven’t come for a command. I wish to retire fat and rich and -soon-, and you’re going to help me.”\n\nThe zebra shemale perked her eyebrow, “What’s that now?” she said with a touch of irritation at the command in his words.\n\n“I know when Prince Etheras will be aboard a ship and I know its orders. I know the name of the ship, its size, crew, and capabilities, and I know which room the Prince will be staying in. I know everything. Cloudgard is the richest and most powerful of the seven sky-isles, and the Prince is the only-son and heir of the royal family. He’s worth a fortune. If you’re interested, we can work together and swipe this Prince. His ransom will be enough for both of us to retire before our years. I’ll split it with you fifty-fifty.”\n\n“Seventy-Thirty, my favor.” replied Danielle coldly, “You have no expenses. I have to run my ship and pay my crew... and your risk is over. Mine is ahead of me.”\n\n“Sixty-Forty, your favor” replied the Stag, “It cost me quite a bit to come to Peritheosis and I can never go home again. Also, if you’d think my risk is over, advise you to take note of the state of my attire.”\n\nDanielle laughed, “I meant ‘risk to your life’, not ‘risk to your foppish butt cherry’.”\n\nThe Stag rolled his eyes, “Anyway - if you’re in...” he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a photograph. “... here’s a picture of the Prince. He’s quite lovely, don’t you think?”\n\nDanielle gazed at the picture. It was a young fennec, no more than eighteen or nineteen, with perfect fur and a long-lined sensual body. His every curve was gracefully elegant, flatteringly hugged by the military dress uniform of an officer of the fleet. She felt her cock swelling as she looked at it. Those hips... those lips... those eyes... oh, the indignity she would love to inflict on him. To watch that perfect composure falter with pleasure. To reduce that wonderful perfect breeding to an object of her own pleasure... and she could keep him in her cabin aboard the Forlorn Hope possibly even for several days before the negotiations of his ransom concluded. What she could do to him! She felt that the crotch of her trousers was getting wet. “Done. Sixty-Forty my-favor.”\n\nThe Stag smiled.\n\nAlmost a week had passed before The Stag could confirm that Etheras had boarded of the Ship of the Line “Starlight”. It was performing light-patrols, never straying far from Skygard. Clearly they did not want to let their precious prince out of their sight. Another week was spent gathering supplies and crew. Few knew the totality of the objective - only the risks, and the pay - and few gave a damn beyond that anyway.\n\nThey were soon ready, and so the Forlorn Hope disembarked, making its way up the jetstream, fighting the current, with her expert (if somewhat salty) crew tending to her massive diesel engines, her impellers and propellers powering through the thick air, clinging and grasping and pulling the hearty craft forward, just as it had many times before. In her cabin, Captain Danielle planned her strike with her Lieutenants - all pirates of high repute. Before long, they were passing the Lowland Isles. Danielle had her idle crewmembers working - transforming the appearance of the Forlorn Hope to masquerade it as a merchant freightliner from the Isle of Yemmity - a nation possessing a new trading pact with Skygard. Danielle was gambling on that the goodwill granted-to a newfound friend and trading partner would extend to leaving unregistered merchants unharassed.\n\nMeanwhile, she spent long hours in her cabin working the details. She calculated angles, fulcrums, tensions. She ordered the scaling ropes cut to the proper lengths, and had the Hope’s guns cleaned and checked and adjusted several times. Trying to think of everything... leaving as little to chance as possible... consuming every waking moment of the week’s voyage to prepare for the attack. And all-too-soon the time was spent. Danielle climbed on deck one morning to see the Isle of Skygard hanging in the air majestically a hundred leagues in the distance, and then fifty, and then twenty. The armada of Skygard floated around the airship docks, listless but threatening like a dozing pitbull, watching the commerce flowing in and out of Skygard’s busy civilian ports. Distinct among the armada was one ship, larger than the rest, its sparkling virgin hull not-yet-faded by the soot of billowing airship furnaces and industrial smokestacks. Its trimming brass so new and freshly-polished that it looked like gold in the morning sun. As they came close, Danielle could read the name on the side without binoculars, the airship was so massive. It read as “Starlight”.\n\nShe turned and addressed her crew. “As of right now, you are all worthless scumsuckers,” she shouted to them, “In a moment, you will have a chance to prove me wrong. If you can’t - don’t come back. Those who try will walk the plank over the endless abyss and discover if the stories that it has no bottom really are true. Now... lets go!”\n\nThe Forlorn Hope veered violently towards the Starlight, cutting out of the queue of merchant traffic moving towards the port, her engines hammering the air, closing the distance quickly, she moved swiftly under the Starlight’s belly and nudged against her skin between her and the shipyard, just above the line of her broadsides. This prevented the Starlight from engaging her because it was beyond the arc of her guns. But it also prevented the other Skygard ships from firing upon the Hope without risking hitting the Starlight.\n\nNext anchors were fired into the Starlight’s side, attaching the Forlorn Hope firmly to her hull. A pair of machine guns began to rake the exposed deck of the Starlight from previously hidden positions as her pirate crews lept to the other larger ship, armed to the teeth, hoping to catch their prey off-guard. They were successful. The crew of the Starlight didn’t expect an attack this close to the capitol... especially not when the base of the Royal Flotilla a handful of leagues away. Nor did they expect that anyone would attack one of the Ships of the Line when there was much easier prey in the unprotected merchant vessels so close-by. Soldiers rushed up onto the decks to see what was going on, only to be mowed down by the boarding crews. Veteran soldiers who realized that they were under attack scrambled towards the armories... but if she was lucky, Danielle hoped to have Prince Etheras off the Starlight before they could be properly outfitted. She dashed down the a few flights of wooden stairs, trying to recall the details of the map that The Stag had drawn for her, blasting one very surprised tiger in the face with her Pistolaris, then impaling another on her sword, before arriving at Etheras’s quarters. She smashed the door in with a heavy boot, and the frame shattered.\n\nEtheras was on the bed holding his ears. The violent battle erupting all around the ship hurt his sensitive fennec hearing. She grabbed him around the waist, and he shouted an indignant “HEY!” before she silenced him with the threat of a dagger at his throat. “Quiet, pretty one. I’m taking you. And then... once we’re back, I’ll take you.” she chuckled cruelly at her joke.\n\nDanielle did lose many pirates, but they were simply mercenaries, and no great loss. Those who didn’t make it back to the Forlorn Hope by the time they she returned with the fennec boy in her grasp were left behind. As they cut the anchor cables, the Hope turned, and cut loose with her own broadside cannons, blasting the engines on the Starlight’s starboard side, causing her to list drunkenly to one side. Starlight began to descend slowly, unable to maintain her altitude, sinking, her engines straining in a losing battle to keep her bulky metal frame aloft. Dark oily smoke gushed from the cylinders of the disabled engines, joined with even-more smoke when a second wave of explosions rocked the crippled ship. Charges planted on her gun breaches by the boarding parties went off like firecrackers, up and down her line, disabling any chance of retaliation.\n\nDanielle knew that this was the critical moment. If the Starlight’s structure failed, or if one of the charges set off an ammunition cache, they would be unable to use her mutilated hull to mask their escape. She was counting on the new ship, fresh out of the dry docks, to hold together... and it did. The Forlorn Hope cut through the black fog belching from the Starlight’s myriad wounds and set her engines to full-throttle, keeping the former warship between them and the docks as the pirates made their escape. Pursuers followed, but were unable to see through the smoke, and gave their wounded sister a respectfully wide-berth, buying the Hope an impressive head-start.\n\nAnd now they were safe, having left their pursuers choking on the fumes of their highly-tuned engines, and Danielle had her prize. The young fox prince was sliding on the gloves and stockings now, looking delightfully effeminate and sexual in the tight shorts and corset that she had laid out for him. Finally he turned to her. Danielle gestured for him to come closer. He did... slowly... and sensually. His movements were a tease and a promise all-at-once. She reached out for him and gathered him into her lap, making sure he could feel the throbbing of her cock against his rump as he sat on it.\n\n“Mmm... you look delightful in clothes like these. Do you like them?” she asked, stroking his hip. He nodded with a blush.\n\n“Now... lets see that little penis of your’s... I bet its cute and pink, isn’t it? That would look good on you.” she asked, unzipping his fly. The fennec blushed harder and said indignantly, “Its not little.”\n\nDanielle chuckled, “You forget I felt it earlier through your clothes. Trust me: its little. Its very little. But that’s good. You won’t need it with me. Its just for... decoration.” she reached into those pants and pulled it out, then looked down, admiring it. She was right, it was cute and pink.\n\nEtheras crossed his arms, “Well... maybe its little compared to you, but you’re an equine. For us normal-type furs, its not little.”\n\nDanielle chuckled and stroked him, “Fine... I’ll give you that.” she said, “But only if you pay homage to mine... for being so much bigger.”\n\nHe blushed, “How?”\n\nShe grinned, “You’re going to suck on it. I want to see your perfect white muzzle wrapped around my cock. I want to see those perfect lips stretched around my male parts. I want to see you debase your royal self for my sexual pleasure. Kneel at my feet, ‘Princess’” she mocked.\n\nHe got up hesitantly, then sat at her feet as she unbuttoned her own fly. She felt the tension release as her cock, so large and thick, found its way out of the opening, no longer tightly constrained in those heavy trousers. Etheras leaned in and sniffed her shaft, then giggled, “I see now why you would say mine is small.” he said and gave her a lick, dragging his tongue up her hot sensitive zebra dickflesh. She shivered and moaned and stroked his ears. His mouth was so soft and moist and pretty, his face was lovely and he worshipped her cock so gently and affectionately that she forgot that she was forcing him to do this. Was she forcing him to do this? By the look on his face, she wasn’t so sure anymore. He seemed to enjoy sucking on her penis almost as much as she did.\n\n“My god.... have you done this before, little fox? Your mouth feels *gasp*... amazing..!” she asked and sat back, releasing his head and just watched those dark lips of his, glistening with moisture.. parting... and his smooth pink tongue gliding over her dark equine cock, making it glisten in the afternoon light of her cabin, leaving little shimmering paths of saliva and pre wherever his tongue lapped. And then he licked up to her tip and wrapped his mouth around it, and pressed her tip into his throat. It was then that she decided she would not ransom the Prince Etheras Dela Fay. She resolved to keep him, and damn that traitorous Stag.\n[/i]\n-----\nHello my subjects! This is my 50(th) post! (yaaaay) :-P\n\nFeatured characters are:\nCaptain Danielle Joseph (c) :iconalluringming:\nPrince Etheras Dela Fay (c) :iconetheras:\n\nArtwork by the amazing :iconRajii:\nStory by me\n\nHope you enjoyed it!\n\nAnd no - this is not a Bioshock Infinite pic. Although I [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10224958/]do have one of those too[/url]. :P\n-----\n\nRepost Authorization Rating: FREE\nDunno what that means? Please be sure to read this:\nhttps://www.sofurry.com/view/365517\n... before reposting.",
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is no official canon for Etheras. The story here does not preclude validity of other Etheras stories. Stories involving Etheras should be considered universes unto themselves with little or no carryover except for the character of Etheras himself. So please no "If this happened then how can Etheras have done this other thing?" Answer: Two different stories. Thanks!
The world tipped through her viewport, hanging in the sky at a drunken angle. The floor shivered as the Forlorn Hope’s engines throttled to full-power under her hooves. She smiled as the rock shrank, getting smaller and smaller in the window. Sprouting from the surface around the hanging hulk of rock, several other shapes formed, distinguishing themselves from the parent mass. Every few seconds a new silhouette would break away from that floating rock fortress... the Isle of Cloudgard... until a cloud of dark masses had formed around it like a swarm of angry insects.... and she had been the one who had kicked the hive. "They're coming after me." she thought to herself in amusement, "But they will never catch me!" One of the shapes was larger in the viewport than the others... it was close, but not close enough. She smirked with a reluctant admiration at her worthy opponent. "Here's one captain who wasn't sleeping on the job." But the other airship was a mainline cloud-dreadnaught... far too large to catch up with her agile Stormcutter... 'unless...' she mused for a moment, and then dismissed the thought with a smile. Then she chuckled in amusement as the shape disappeared in a bright flash, followed several seconds later by the report of the massive airship's main guns. The sound rocked the cabin as those guns roared impotently sending a second volley right on the heels of the first, rattling the expensive looted china of her luxurious cabin.
"They're firing at us!" the little fennec boi said in alarm.
She smiled to herself and took him around his slender hips and pulled her prize against her, hugging him from behind so they could both watch out the large rear-facing windows of the Forlorn Hope. "Don't worry, lovely boi... they would never risk their precious Prince. We are out-of-range and they know it. They're just trying to scare us." She ground her crotch into the boy's perfect ass and her large firm breasts into his back, rolling her hips into him as she hugged him, making sure he could feel that she was not simply the mare she appeared to be at first-glance. She could see his plush cheeks flush a soft rose in the window’s reflection as the revelation hit him... not only of her anatomy, but a hint at her plans for him. She reached her arms around the immaculately beautiful boy, hugging his sleek effeminate shape to herself, and cupping his crotch. She felt his noble boyhood straining against the snug britches of his fashionable royal attire. She gave it a squeeze and delighted in the firmness of his sex. 'This may have been a better idea than your greatest expectations', she reflected. ‘He might even enjoy this...’
"Mmm... you like that, don't you, my new little new cabin boy?" she asked, rolling her crotch against his perfect rear again, slowly, making sure he could feel the size of her male parts through the thick cloth of her trousers. The girth of her zebra cock swelling at the warm firmness of his shapely rump cheeks, and the thrill of the victory she earned today, and the victory she would have over this youthful beautiful boy tonight, came foremost to her mind. 'Such a pristine specimen’ she thought, kissing his cheek from behind and admiring his profile, ‘definitely of the highest quality..!'
His fur, like freshly fallen snow, was a sure sign of the royal Dela Fay lineage. But in her mind it also symbolized the purity and innocence that she planned to despoil in her bed. And to be the first to corrupt such a lovely creature in that way? ‘Truly a treasure worth stealing.’ His finely shaped features and pristine fur were a result of centuries of only-the-best breeding. 'And I will be breeding you next...' she considered to herself as she admired her prize.
The fennec didn't respond... at least not in words... she felt his cock pulse in her grasping hand. She kissed his cheek and released him, "Your parent's fleet will not catch us, lovelybutt. You're mine... at least until I get their ransom. We will be halfway to Lowland by the time they can catch up to us, and by then they'll have lost our trail. So... its time you accept your fate... that I am going to be the first to sample your royal pleasures. And I'm going to inflict every sexual whim I can come up with upon you... every depravity my filthy mind would like to see you do for me." she released him and swatted his perfect rump, "Now go change. I laid out a little outfit for you on the bed."
"Yes ma'am... I mean 'Captain'..." said the young prince with a little bow that gave Danielle's heart a thrill. She enjoyed seeing the beautiful boy of royal birth bending to her will. He went to the bed, and Danielle slumped down into a chair and watched, toying softly with her lower lip as her eyes feasted on the lithe effeminate shape being revealed before her as he slowly undressed. First the royally embroidered coat, then fancy ruffled shirt revealing his perfect tummy, then his silk scarf, revealing a graceful neck... Her cock strained against the crotch of her trousers. He glanced back at her and their eyes met. It was then that she noticed he was teasing her. His movements were slower and more graceful than they needed to be. The fox was putting on a bit of a show. 'Yes,' she thought 'So beautiful... so pliant... so willing. This plan could not have turned out better.'
Several weeks prior, Captain Danielle Joseph had met with one of her contacts at The Machine Shop; a greasy bar on a small rock called Peritheosis which floated near the mouth of the jetstream where the turbulence was hazardous. It lay far below the Lowland continent, where only the most skilled... or the most foolish... would possibly attempt to venture. Peritheosis had become a notorious hangout for the unscrupulous. It was a tiny rock, only large enough for a tavern and repair yard... but that is all the patrons needed. Murderers, thieves, and smugglers... outcasts from the Seven Isles... These groups tended to coalesce at such Peritheosis’s and formed small bands of outlaws, marauders, and pirates. And that particular day was not unlike many other days that preceded it.
Danielle had awoken with a splitting headache. She opened her yellow eyes groggily to find that she was still at the bar, having passed out on a heavily gashed table made of cheap unfinished wood planks, her cheek sticking slightly to the surface as she lifted her head, the residue of a thousand spilled drinks over untold years having soaked into the tabletop. She felt filthy and tried to remember the previous night as she held her head. How much rum? She didn't kill anyone, did she? Unlikely... or her awakening wouldn't have been quite this gentle...
The bar was empty except for a handful of other unroused patrons. She got up painfully and staggered towards the bar, clutching a half-finished tankard of... something or other... off of an abandoned table. ...Which she downed without hesitation or thought. By the time she got to the bar - a feat that was much more difficult and time-consuming than it had any right to be - she was feeling slightly better, and used her improved condition to slosh liquor from a few different bottles into her now-empty tankard. She didn't read the labels. Who needed that? She didn't care what it was, just so long as it was strong. And she wanted as many types of liquor in her cup as possible to hold the throbbing in her skull at-bay. She chugged it down and then sat on one of the barstools, waiting for the alcohol to go into effect.
It was then that she realized that she was not alone. She caught the movement of a shadow upon a wall and whirled, drawing one of her pistolaris from her belt. But even after she stopped her turn, the world continued-on sickeningly. She felt the bile rise to her throat and dropped the muzzle of her gun as she attempted to control her stomach. ‘Stupid’ she thought, ‘This is a dangerous place. You can’t let yourself get like this!’ she scolded herself, as she had many times before, but nothing ever changed. She was a pirate, and it was a pirate’s life for her. And this? This was part of the pirate’s life.
From one of the private dining-rooms, a well-dressed stag was watching her, half-hidden behind the doorjam, his gaze glued to her drawn gun apprehensively. He wasn’t any kind of fighter, or else he’d know that the flimsy wood of the doorjam provided little protection against a decent pistolari. Danielle’s glance flicked over his attire. It was torn and shredded - clearly a victim of the notorious hospitality that Peritheosis provides... which, as it sounds, usually involves a hospital at some point.
But it left Danielle wondering. The stag was incongruous for this place. Peritheosis was not the kind of place that catered towards his class of individuals... and surely he knew this before he came here. So why was he here? The answer was obvious: business. He sought unscrupulous muscle, or perhaps had some information that he thought he could sell to those who might capitalize on it. She sheathed her pistolari and grasped a bottle of rum by the neck, walking in his direction.
He backed into the room, half in fear, and half in invitation. Danielle closed the door and pulled out a chair from around the table. She sat in it heavily and rested her heavily-booted hooves up on the table, leaning back and pulling the cork from the rum with her teeth and spitting towards the room’s corner casually. She took a swig. “What the fuck are you doing in a place like this? Don’t you have any sense at all, prettyboy?”
He swallowed hard and pulled out a chair across from her, scooting his butt onto it nervously. “I... I was looking for a partner for a... a business proposition.” he said, glancing around the tiny room as-if someone could have been lurking in one of the well-lit corners. Danielle was not so paranoid. This was not the kind of place where cowards listened at keyholes - at least not if they wanted to continue breathing.
“I’m listening...” she said.
“I’m a Captain in the Royal Cloudgard Flotilla. Or... rather... I was.”
Danielle whistled. Cloudgard was one of the highest Isles. Its navy was widely feared. Their airships were famous for their quality and power. Danielle’s own ship, the Forlorn Hope, was actually a convert of an old Cloudgard vessel that they had ordered scrapped but that she she had managed to steal and restore. “So what happened?” she asked.
“The Royal Family of Cloudgard, the Dela Fays, have a tradition of military service. It is intended to teach discipline to the whelp and give him some appreciation of the lives of the soldiers and airmen that he may order into combat when he ascends to the Throne. But... the practice has become bastardized. The ships with royal crew never go into battle, and the ships are outfitted with luxurious private quarters befitting a Prince. Its a sham! I joined the fleet to pilot a warship, not a parade float. So... I refused.” said the stag.
“And you lost your ship over that?” Danielle asked, incredulously.
“No... no... or rather... I was transferred. My ship was one of the newest Ships of the Line that the Prince Etheras had his heart set-on. It was a real beauty. But since I wouldn’t take him on, they replaced me with someone who would, and I got stick on a rusty old hulk of a dreadnaught... Quite a demotion. So I resigned my commission and fled here.”
“Why would you do that? You have command experience, but no flight experience. Here in Peritheosis, you have to work your way up. Nobody will give you a command unless you start out cleaning engines or scrubbing decks. We have no interest in your University paper and citations here.” Danielle took another swig of the rum.
“You misunderstand. I haven’t come for a command. I wish to retire fat and rich and -soon-, and you’re going to help me.”
The zebra shemale perked her eyebrow, “What’s that now?” she said with a touch of irritation at the command in his words.
“I know when Prince Etheras will be aboard a ship and I know its orders. I know the name of the ship, its size, crew, and capabilities, and I know which room the Prince will be staying in. I know everything. Cloudgard is the richest and most powerful of the seven sky-isles, and the Prince is the only-son and heir of the royal family. He’s worth a fortune. If you’re interested, we can work together and swipe this Prince. His ransom will be enough for both of us to retire before our years. I’ll split it with you fifty-fifty.”
“Seventy-Thirty, my favor.” replied Danielle coldly, “You have no expenses. I have to run my ship and pay my crew... and your risk is over. Mine is ahead of me.”
“Sixty-Forty, your favor” replied the Stag, “It cost me quite a bit to come to Peritheosis and I can never go home again. Also, if you’d think my risk is over, advise you to take note of the state of my attire.”
Danielle laughed, “I meant ‘risk to your life’, not ‘risk to your foppish butt cherry’.”
The Stag rolled his eyes, “Anyway - if you’re in...” he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a photograph. “... here’s a picture of the Prince. He’s quite lovely, don’t you think?”
Danielle gazed at the picture. It was a young fennec, no more than eighteen or nineteen, with perfect fur and a long-lined sensual body. His every curve was gracefully elegant, flatteringly hugged by the military dress uniform of an officer of the fleet. She felt her cock swelling as she looked at it. Those hips... those lips... those eyes... oh, the indignity she would love to inflict on him. To watch that perfect composure falter with pleasure. To reduce that wonderful perfect breeding to an object of her own pleasure... and she could keep him in her cabin aboard the Forlorn Hope possibly even for several days before the negotiations of his ransom concluded. What she could do to him! She felt that the crotch of her trousers was getting wet. “Done. Sixty-Forty my-favor.”
The Stag smiled.
Almost a week had passed before The Stag could confirm that Etheras had boarded of the Ship of the Line “Starlight”. It was performing light-patrols, never straying far from Skygard. Clearly they did not want to let their precious prince out of their sight. Another week was spent gathering supplies and crew. Few knew the totality of the objective - only the risks, and the pay - and few gave a damn beyond that anyway.
They were soon ready, and so the Forlorn Hope disembarked, making its way up the jetstream, fighting the current, with her expert (if somewhat salty) crew tending to her massive diesel engines, her impellers and propellers powering through the thick air, clinging and grasping and pulling the hearty craft forward, just as it had many times before. In her cabin, Captain Danielle planned her strike with her Lieutenants - all pirates of high repute. Before long, they were passing the Lowland Isles. Danielle had her idle crewmembers working - transforming the appearance of the Forlorn Hope to masquerade it as a merchant freightliner from the Isle of Yemmity - a nation possessing a new trading pact with Skygard. Danielle was gambling on that the goodwill granted-to a newfound friend and trading partner would extend to leaving unregistered merchants unharassed.
Meanwhile, she spent long hours in her cabin working the details. She calculated angles, fulcrums, tensions. She ordered the scaling ropes cut to the proper lengths, and had the Hope’s guns cleaned and checked and adjusted several times. Trying to think of everything... leaving as little to chance as possible... consuming every waking moment of the week’s voyage to prepare for the attack. And all-too-soon the time was spent. Danielle climbed on deck one morning to see the Isle of Skygard hanging in the air majestically a hundred leagues in the distance, and then fifty, and then twenty. The armada of Skygard floated around the airship docks, listless but threatening like a dozing pitbull, watching the commerce flowing in and out of Skygard’s busy civilian ports. Distinct among the armada was one ship, larger than the rest, its sparkling virgin hull not-yet-faded by the soot of billowing airship furnaces and industrial smokestacks. Its trimming brass so new and freshly-polished that it looked like gold in the morning sun. As they came close, Danielle could read the name on the side without binoculars, the airship was so massive. It read as “Starlight”.
She turned and addressed her crew. “As of right now, you are all worthless scumsuckers,” she shouted to them, “In a moment, you will have a chance to prove me wrong. If you can’t - don’t come back. Those who try will walk the plank over the endless abyss and discover if the stories that it has no bottom really are true. Now... lets go!”
The Forlorn Hope veered violently towards the Starlight, cutting out of the queue of merchant traffic moving towards the port, her engines hammering the air, closing the distance quickly, she moved swiftly under the Starlight’s belly and nudged against her skin between her and the shipyard, just above the line of her broadsides. This prevented the Starlight from engaging her because it was beyond the arc of her guns. But it also prevented the other Skygard ships from firing upon the Hope without risking hitting the Starlight.
Next anchors were fired into the Starlight’s side, attaching the Forlorn Hope firmly to her hull. A pair of machine guns began to rake the exposed deck of the Starlight from previously hidden positions as her pirate crews lept to the other larger ship, armed to the teeth, hoping to catch their prey off-guard. They were successful. The crew of the Starlight didn’t expect an attack this close to the capitol... especially not when the base of the Royal Flotilla a handful of leagues away. Nor did they expect that anyone would attack one of the Ships of the Line when there was much easier prey in the unprotected merchant vessels so close-by. Soldiers rushed up onto the decks to see what was going on, only to be mowed down by the boarding crews. Veteran soldiers who realized that they were under attack scrambled towards the armories... but if she was lucky, Danielle hoped to have Prince Etheras off the Starlight before they could be properly outfitted. She dashed down the a few flights of wooden stairs, trying to recall the details of the map that The Stag had drawn for her, blasting one very surprised tiger in the face with her Pistolaris, then impaling another on her sword, before arriving at Etheras’s quarters. She smashed the door in with a heavy boot, and the frame shattered.
Etheras was on the bed holding his ears. The violent battle erupting all around the ship hurt his sensitive fennec hearing. She grabbed him around the waist, and he shouted an indignant “HEY!” before she silenced him with the threat of a dagger at his throat. “Quiet, pretty one. I’m taking you. And then... once we’re back, I’ll take you.” she chuckled cruelly at her joke.
Danielle did lose many pirates, but they were simply mercenaries, and no great loss. Those who didn’t make it back to the Forlorn Hope by the time they she returned with the fennec boy in her grasp were left behind. As they cut the anchor cables, the Hope turned, and cut loose with her own broadside cannons, blasting the engines on the Starlight’s starboard side, causing her to list drunkenly to one side. Starlight began to descend slowly, unable to maintain her altitude, sinking, her engines straining in a losing battle to keep her bulky metal frame aloft. Dark oily smoke gushed from the cylinders of the disabled engines, joined with even-more smoke when a second wave of explosions rocked the crippled ship. Charges planted on her gun breaches by the boarding parties went off like firecrackers, up and down her line, disabling any chance of retaliation.
Danielle knew that this was the critical moment. If the Starlight’s structure failed, or if one of the charges set off an ammunition cache, they would be unable to use her mutilated hull to mask their escape. She was counting on the new ship, fresh out of the dry docks, to hold together... and it did. The Forlorn Hope cut through the black fog belching from the Starlight’s myriad wounds and set her engines to full-throttle, keeping the former warship between them and the docks as the pirates made their escape. Pursuers followed, but were unable to see through the smoke, and gave their wounded sister a respectfully wide-berth, buying the Hope an impressive head-start.
And now they were safe, having left their pursuers choking on the fumes of their highly-tuned engines, and Danielle had her prize. The young fox prince was sliding on the gloves and stockings now, looking delightfully effeminate and sexual in the tight shorts and corset that she had laid out for him. Finally he turned to her. Danielle gestured for him to come closer. He did... slowly... and sensually. His movements were a tease and a promise all-at-once. She reached out for him and gathered him into her lap, making sure he could feel the throbbing of her cock against his rump as he sat on it.
“Mmm... you look delightful in clothes like these. Do you like them?” she asked, stroking his hip. He nodded with a blush.
“Now... lets see that little penis of your’s... I bet its cute and pink, isn’t it? That would look good on you.” she asked, unzipping his fly. The fennec blushed harder and said indignantly, “Its not little.”
Danielle chuckled, “You forget I felt it earlier through your clothes. Trust me: its little. Its very little. But that’s good. You won’t need it with me. Its just for... decoration.” she reached into those pants and pulled it out, then looked down, admiring it. She was right, it was cute and pink.
Etheras crossed his arms, “Well... maybe its little compared to you, but you’re an equine. For us normal-type furs, its not little.”
Danielle chuckled and stroked him, “Fine... I’ll give you that.” she said, “But only if you pay homage to mine... for being so much bigger.”
He blushed, “How?”
She grinned, “You’re going to suck on it. I want to see your perfect white muzzle wrapped around my cock. I want to see those perfect lips stretched around my male parts. I want to see you debase your royal self for my sexual pleasure. Kneel at my feet, ‘Princess’” she mocked.
He got up hesitantly, then sat at her feet as she unbuttoned her own fly. She felt the tension release as her cock, so large and thick, found its way out of the opening, no longer tightly constrained in those heavy trousers. Etheras leaned in and sniffed her shaft, then giggled, “I see now why you would say mine is small.” he said and gave her a lick, dragging his tongue up her hot sensitive zebra dickflesh. She shivered and moaned and stroked his ears. His mouth was so soft and moist and pretty, his face was lovely and he worshipped her cock so gently and affectionately that she forgot that she was forcing him to do this. Was she forcing him to do this? By the look on his face, she wasn’t so sure anymore. He seemed to enjoy sucking on her penis almost as much as she did.
“My god.... have you done this before, little fox? Your mouth feels *gasp*... amazing..!” she asked and sat back, releasing his head and just watched those dark lips of his, glistening with moisture.. parting... and his smooth pink tongue gliding over her dark equine cock, making it glisten in the afternoon light of her cabin, leaving little shimmering paths of saliva and pre wherever his tongue lapped. And then he licked up to her tip and wrapped his mouth around it, and pressed her tip into his throat. It was then that she decided she would not ransom the Prince Etheras Dela Fay. She resolved to keep him, and damn that traitorous Stag.
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Hello my subjects! This is my 50(th) post! (yaaaay) :-P
Featured characters are:
Captain Danielle Joseph (c) :iconalluringming:
Prince Etheras Dela Fay (c) :iconetheras:
Artwork by the amazing :iconRajii:
Story by me
Hope you enjoyed it!
And no - this is not a Bioshock Infinite pic. Although I do have one of those too. :P
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