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", "writing": "Gleaming white among the stars and the pitch blackness of space, the Charnival Galactic sits at port in space-dock. The 80,000 ton spacecraft dwarfs the port assembly and resupply gantries, giving them, at a distance, the appearance of dozens of spider legs around a fat white cocoon. \n\nCaptain Max Otere raises his glasses a bit further up, for a better look. On closer inspection the Charnival is less a fat white spider egg sac than a collection of darkened windows, entry and supply hatches, lifeboat egresses and boxy plateaus that belie the aquiline, yet almost shark-like appearance of a craft that although capable of making planet-fall, weighs several thousand tons. Max involuntarily bristled at the thought, his thick tail swishing as though he were swimming. He gathered himself, he wasn't swimming, and this certainly was not his grandfathers steam powered riverboat, nor was it his mothers terrestrial ocean-going cruiser. This was an almost predatory looking craft financed by a prominent earth based investment firm sharing the same name. After three decades of small scale space tourism, earth was tentatively exploring the stars, in opulent postmodern luxury no less.\n\nAs the transport pod drew closer the real show began. Captain Otere watched in awe as automated systems, sensing the proximity of his craft, began extending boarding gantries, interior lights twinkled on in each window, dozens of self illumination and safety lights switched on, revealing the ship name and registry number. Lastly, there was a faint visceral 'popping' sensation as the massive power plant came online. The ship didn't move, and the captain wasn't swaying for balance, but the sensation was.. humbling, to say the least. With the ship looming outside the window and view ports, he felt as though, somehow, the Charnival Galactic was alive.\n\nDippy watched intently as a tiny pod docked with the cruise liner, his nose pressed to the glass, ears erect. It seemed like the little pod had woken up a huge beast. It made him hungry to think of something else eating. He shook his head and wiped drool off the glass.\n\n“Damn... I always do that... I should get going if I'm going to eat...”\n\nNo one stared at dippy for drooling on the glass, or for talking to himself. He lived in an age of wireless telecommunication where disorders of the mind and the body were discovered just as quickly as the prescriptions to cure them. And besides, he had worked on the ISS for 5 years, hoping to get a ticket to start over on some colony where there would be easier times and fewer questions. Pred-furs typically had a reputation, if not, a record well before Dippy's youthful age of 19, and the wealthier colonies had electronic security and database access to rival that of Earth. Dippy needed a simpler world - a frontier world. He held up his 'commemorative' paper ticket, and kissed it. It was designed to resemble a ticket for one of Earth's ocean cruisers of old. Dippy didn't care if was commemorative, or cum covered, or made from old condoms. It was his ticket out of this floating hole, at last.\n\n“Will you be boarding now, Sir; and may I see your baggage declaration slip?”\n\nAn Ocelot with bright pink spots, a notch in both ears (that looked like it hurt awfully), and an impossibly black uniform (that looked like something Dippy wore in band), extended a paw with a glowing red rod. Dippy flattened his ears. Hyena and feline relations had not been well, last he had heard. The ocelot, Kyrra, according to a name tag, had an uncomfortably direct stare.\n\n“So- um, no,” he quickly replied, “I've already had my stuff sent aboard. Thank you, Kyrra.”\n\n“No problem sir. First time heading outbound I take it?”\n\nDippy reached out and took the glowing rod gingerly, unable to meet Kyrra's eyes.\n\n“Oh! Yes, uh, my family moved ahead of me...” he lied, “Guess it's just jitters- moving to a colony, you know..”\n\n“I understand sir. on behalf of Charnival Cruises, id like to make sure you have the best trip possible, please accept this credit to our day spa, and a complimentary access card so you can call ahead to your family. On us sir.”\n\nKyrra made a few quick, darting keystrokes, and the rod in Dippy's hand pulsed. \n\n“Your guide rod will allow you access to all ship amenities, as per the package you selected upon purchase, as well as those comps, for your jitters, Mr Dippy. Just hold it in front of you to find your suite. The green end of the rod indicates your destination, and the red end indicates your progress. As you get closer to your destination, the bar will become more red. Folding the rod into a ring will cause it to act as a compass , and tapping it to any wall panel will open a terminal for you to browse the web, see a map or call for services or security.”\n\n“Thank you,” Dippy nodded, before walking toward the boarding tube.\n\nAs he reached the boarding tube, the rod pulsed a green color throughout its entire length, and then gradually began to turn red at the tip facing toward him, like a progress bar. Dippy made a chirping noise in surprise; they had really gone all out on this ship! And really, Kyrra had been pretty nice, so maybe there was no one looking for him this time. He began to wag his tail and picked up the pace. He'd almost forgotten he was hungry.\n\nCaptain Otere continued walking toward the bridge, his head on a swivel the entire trip. Stopping at a black wall panel, he tapped a claw implant against it twice. The screen sprang to life and displayed a live image of himself. The otter on the screen waved back as he did, recognizing him and brought up a display of ship systems as a cut-away view. Power-plant, engines, docking seals, and gravity moorings were all green. There was also a rapidly-ascending passenger count at the bottom with some other data relating to more specific information about various functions, and some links to call up bridge officers and various crew members from different departments. One hour in, and the passenger count had reached 7,000 and three numbers scrolling much too quickly to read. Dinner would be two hours past the ship's departure. Otere tapped the link labeled 'galley 1'. An enormous grizzly on the screen wheeled about to face the Captain. Wearing a white chefs outfit, his name tag claimed him to be 'Andre', CCL Executive Chef.\n\n“Captain Otere..” Andres face softened, recognizing the otter. “the officer's dinner is being prepared now. Is there something you needed, now that you're aboard?”\n\n“Nothing vital Andre; just marveling at this bucket and wanting some coffee to get things moving. I assume the menu has your usual specialties?”\n\n“Of course Captain; only the freshest on-board a Charnival liner!” the bear winked, gesturing to a teen cub, a slightly slim canine of some sort, struggling on a metal table.\n\n“Good to have you aboard Andre. I'll have my usual, and send up a fresh pot with a cup when its possible”\n\nThe grizzly turned back around from a sleepy but still panicked looking cub and stuck a syringe in a pocket by his name badge.\n\n“I'll have the coffee there ahead of you captain.”\n\nThe screen reverted to the status display.\n\nAndre really was a superb chef! His resume had found its way to the top of the list before construction of the ship had even been completed. He clearly came with some recommendation from higher up.\n\nTrue to his word, by the time Otere had reached the bridge and was ready to get underway, there was a coffee service, complete with an old-style french press, two cups, some sugar cubes, creamer and deviled shepherd's testicles served in hard-boiled egg-whites on toast. None of the bridge crew gave the dish a second look; not even as the captain was chewing one of the half orbs as he poured a cup of black coffee. He swallowed the half-chewed orb, wishing he had more time to savor the delicate and.. young flavor. It didn’t even have a trace of any bitter sedative or numbing agent. Andre really was a top chef, and Charnival lines had long been known, among predator species, as catering to archaic and specialist tastes.\n\n“Ship's status and boarding?” Otere called out in a booming voice. Various bridge officers from avian to felines replied in order.\n\n“Passengers all aboard, count 9,015, sir”\n\n“Life support green, sir”\n\n“Power-plant and engine cores green, sir”\n\n“All gantries clear, sir. We can sever moorings on your command, and system egress route is already charted.” the raven, second in command, called out.\n\nCaptain Otere nodded. “Sever moorings, engines 1/16; bring us clear and fire the logo.”\n\nThere was an audible thrum, first ascending and descending in pitch, and the enormous liner smoothly began to move forward, yawing slightly to starboard, keeping that side facing the station, as defense cannons recessed into the hull fired. A brilliant display, resembling a stylized carnival tent, appeared around the liner and gradually began to fade as the ship 'exited' the pyrotechnic display of the company logo.\n\n“Port command signaled us sir. Best they've seen yet, and they wish us happy travels.” a female lion called out, smiling.\n\nOtere nodded, The Charnival righted herself and moved forward at speed, the engine pods radiating a deep reddish purple. The maiden voyage had started flawlessly.\n\nDippy stared out the window at the only home he had really known for ten years; first he seemed to lean toward it, and then back away. As the ship cleared, a sparkling field of fireworks the space station suddenly shrank to half its size, then a pinpoint, then it was gone. In three months, he would be on the distant colony of Audra Majora, in the Canis Major system; no more police on his door at night, no more station security, and no more questions about his neighbors or their pets. Finally! He looked down at the half green rod in his paw, and tapped it on a black wall behind him. Once again, it turned into a screen showing him a map. He seemed to be where the half green half red line was, so he was halfway to his suite. He double tapped a large room down the corridor on the screen and it zoomed in. The display called it 'The Tigers Pride Cafe' and pulled up a menu with pictures and a prompt to guide him there or to his room. \n\nDippy tapped the prompt, as his stomach rumbled, and started half-jogging down the corridor. Not twenty minutes later, the hyena was slouched in a chair, eyes and ears drooping as he burped with contentment. He'd always been a fast eater, but as starved as he'd been, and with the meat they had here; so many raw selections.. it was paradise. Even the prey furs thought so he saw. Across the room there was a young otter in a swimsuit practically throwing oysters back as fast as he picked them up. Dippy thought he was cute, even though he’d never seen an otter before. At the next table, an older gazelle sipped at tea, while picking at some sort of salad thing. She seemed rich, judging by how she was dressed. She would have to be, in order to get a ticket for this ship, otherwise she would be on the menu, not picking salads on it. He wondered whether or not otter guy was an adopted son of hers.. it wasn’t unheard of, but still weird. Dippy sipped his coke as the otter gorged on shellfish, then finished off with some bread-sticks. Dippy started drooling a bit when otter-boy stood, revealing lightly defined abs tapering to a 'v' into his swim trunks, down to well developed, dripping wet legs and tail, and back up to compact, but defined shoulders and chest. Complete with erect... Otter nipples.. the sight was exotic, and entirely intoxicating. Dippy could not stop staring, even as the otter noticed, gave him a funny look and waved. Dippy's ears pitched flat as he waved back sheepishly. Dammit, he'd been caught.. and.. with an erection raging out of his sheath. He winced, hoping he wouldn’t have to stand. Otter boy started walking over as Dippy pulled his shirt over his crotch hoping to tent his tent.\n\n“Guess you liked what ya saw.” Otter boy winked knowingly as he glanced at Dippy's crotch.\n\nOtter boy continued walking past toward the corridor, glancing over his shoulder at Dippy, purposely twisting to show off his bubble butt and tail as he walked. At the door he waved and shouted some sort of greeting at four or five other rudder-butts. They walked toward the center of the ship to the left of the door. After a few minutes, Dippy wiped his muzzle and followed. After a series of lefts and rights and doubling back, Dippy saw the pack of otters walking just around a corner fifty feet ahead through an enormous doorway... with.. trees inside? Dippy walked up to the door and stood in slack muzzle wonder at what he was seeing. Just through the door was a pool that seemed to be the size of space-dock, large enough to accommodate two or three houses except that the depth was marked as thirty feet. That, however paled in comparison to the backdrop, an immense tropical rainforest that seemed larger than the ship itself. Past the amusement park sized pool area the center of the ship was a wilderness of several football fields as high as a 15 story building. Dippy almost lost track of the otters as he stood blocking foot traffic listening to the birds as though he had never been planet-side or had lived under a rock all his life. \n\nWalking forward and gawking about like a tourist, Dippy vaguely noticed otter boy playing what seemed to be underwater volleyball with his friends. A garishly colored bird swooped down from overhead, catching his eye and seeming to guide it to the pool game. Shaking his head to clear it, Dippy walked forward and sat on a lounger. He noticed abruptly that it was stiflingly hot in the arboretum, even the lounger seemed sun kissed. Dippy glanced up and winced, blinking reflexively. The immense arboretum had an artificial sun of some kind. Dippy realized that he hadn’t brought trunks and looked around stupidly, thinking of how much cooler the water would be. He had just stood and was about to walk back to his suite to find something when a loud voice called out over the noise and bird-calls.\n\n“Hey! Hyena dude! What ya waiting for!?”\n\nDamn, Otter had spotted him again. Dippy blushed, then seeing the otter more closely as he got out of the pool, grinned broadly like a dumb puppy with a strip of bacon. Dippy's eyes traced the otters defined body down with each drop of water, past each muscle in his six pack and down past an unobstructed pelvic 'v' to a sheathed cock and thick otter balls. Dippy unconsciously began to only so slightly tip his head in time with the enchanting sway of the otters package.\n\n“Hiya! I'm Arturo, Arturo Otere, I'm glad you came, weren't you the guy staring at me in the cafe?”\n\nDippy's jaw dropped and his tongue lolled like it had dropped whatever he was about to say. \n\n“Yeah, I uh, I’m Dippy.”\n\n“I guessed, whats your name though?”\n\nDippy narrowed his eyes\n\n“Um, that is my name..”\n\nArturo tucked his tail and looked down\n\n“O- Oh, um.. sorry, just kinda making a joke.. You do seem kinda, well. Anyway you want to join us?”\n\nDippy looked at the pool and thought a moment. He had swam before.. just, never in anything that deep. His parents joked that he could only do the dippy paddle.\n\n“It's okay if your not a good swimmer Dippy, we can teach you in the shallow end”\n\nArturo hadn’t even finished the sentence before he had somehow pulled Dippy to his feet and lifted his shirt over the pup's head. He was working on undoing Dippy's pants when he finally noticed the otter stripping him.\n\n“H- hey um, do you ha-” Dippy protested.\n\nArturo looked up from his knees in front of Dippy, grinning as he pressed his short muzzle into the hyenas crotch and inhaled.\n\n“Yes, I have to. Its a clothing optional pool, and you were undressing me with your eyes so much, I opt for you to skinny dip.”\n\nArturo was friendly, but firm. Dippy's pants came down and were tossed onto the lounger behind him as the he was pulled forward Arturo. The demanding otter boy glanced left and right, then suddenly took all of Dippy's cock and balls into his mouth. Dippy yelped softly just as Arturo pulled off, moaning 'musky' to himself.\n\n“Looks like puppy needs a bath huh?” Arturo smirked as he pulled his cock out and began to piss, aiming at Dippy.\n\nDippy stepped back, slightly grossed out. Arturo flattened his ears, his forehead furrowed, then grasped Dippy by his balls and lead him toward the pools shallow end. A steep slope from three to five, then 8 feet before it dropped sharply into the 30 foot end. Dippy's blushing cheeks burned as hot as the fake star above shining on his fur. No one gave the pair a second look as the otter led the slim skinny hyena by the balls to the pool. \n\nAs Arturo and dippy drew closer, his otter friends swam quickly to the shallow end, almost fish-like. Dippy tried to not pay attention to his nakedness, and thankfully, none of the otters were wearing clothes or trunks of any kind either. Arturo sat with his feet in tail in the water, gently guiding Dippy down. \n\n“So, what do you know how to do?” asked Arturo as he kneaded Dippy's cock around in his paw.\n\n“W- well I can Di- doggy paddle, pretty okay.. never been in water this deep though..”\n\n“New friend, or new toy Art?” one of the otters called out as he pulled a face and back-flipped to kick a ball.\n\nArturo called out to his friend, smirking;“Friend, a real good friend to me, and i'm gonna teach him the ways of the otter underwater!”\n\n“Ooooooh! Otters in the water!” they all called back, swimming over.\n\nDippy flattened his ears, looking to Arturo who was now stroking his emerging cock for all to see.\n\n“Wha- what does that mean?”\n\n“that means, my good dapper, dippy pup, that you are today, an honorary otter.”\n\nArturo slipped down into the water, up to his neck and awkwardly began to tread water, facing his back to Dippy.\n\n“Jump in and get a hold of my shoulders pup!”\n\nNot at all sure about how fast this was all starting to move, Dippy eased down into the water with one foot-paw, and was just about to ask how this would help teach him when something grabbed hold of his foot-paw and the first word of his question became bubbles. He reflexively breathed out his nose a bit to clear any water from entering and quickly shut his jaw, dis-oriented but not panicked, he looked around and saw the deep end like a great yawning blue abyss, a terrifying maw. And to his right was Arturo. The otter promptly flipped about and swam under dippy, who had begun to float to the surface face down. He grabbed onto Arturo’s shoulders, and was pulled forward so fast, his muzzle flapped, flooding his mouth with the taste of slight salinity from the treated pool water. Dippy firmly held onto the otters firm shoulders, feeling the thick rudder-like tail rub against his cock. Arturo began to turn toward the dark deep end of the pool, diving lower ever so gradually.\n\nDippy refused to panic about it, keeping hold of himself he reminded himself he was on a modern cruise liner and there was a lifeguard and probably cameras too. Nothing was gonna happen to him in here. He relaxed his grip on Arturo, who was only using his tail and slid his paws down the otters torso, feeling muscles extend and contract slightly, but powerfully. Arturo cocked his head back and grinned, then expertly stopped, flipping out from under Dippy. The hyena, unfamiliar with being in so much water, panicked, yelling out, which only produced more bubbles as he spastically tried to paddle around and began to sink. Just moments later, all of Arturo and his friends were back, swimming around him in a confusing circle. Someone fondled his semi erect cock, while someone else held him from behind, covering his muzzle with a mask of some kind. Dippy inhaled sharply on the sweet air from the mask as one of the otters stuck a finger in him under his tail. The bottom of the pool was darkness, and sex. And even if he did, no one would hear Dippy scream.\n\nThe otters all swum about Dippy in circles. All but Arturo, holding the hyena close, he finished the piss he started earlier. The warmth spread through Arturo, and Dippy's fur. Dippy squirmed, managing to get sideways in Arturo's grasp. In the murk of the piss filled water, he saw Arturo mouth the word 'marked' then 'bitch'.\n\nArturo held the little hyena tightly, about 15 feet under the surface. He'd had a friend bring along an oxygen generating re-breather to put on the lustful hyena. With that, they could keep dippy underwater indefinitely. Arturo smiled as as he used a free paw and started gently working a finger into Dippy's tail-hole. The weak hyena was putting up a decent struggle, but nothing that Arturo couldn’t handle. Water was his playground, his world. Arturo found the hyenas prostate and waggled a finger in a 'come here' motion. The canine tensed and tried to pull off the offending digit, which only drove his cock further into Sam's muzzle. Sam pulled off the cock in surprise, then gestured with a paw toward the bottom, a full 30 feet down, while he slowly stroked the hyenas inflating knot. Arturo nodded and effortlessly began to pull the hyena down to the bottom far from the other swimmers. He felt Dippy's chest pulse heavily in what might have been a sob or a panicked yelp. Impossible to tell, but delightful to consider.\n\nIt was wrong, just so wrong, Dippy thought. This wasn't what he expected, not what he wanted at all.\n\nThen it got worse, one of the other otters pulled off his cock and pointed at the pool bottom. Dippy shook his head no, but nobody saw. When Arturo shifted his grip and began to swim him to the bottom Dippy wasn't sure if he was having a panic attack or an orgasm. It was hard to breathe, the mask pinched his fur, and all the way down Arturo's assault on his prostate was ceaseless. As they reached the bottom Arturo spun dippy head over feet unexpectedly. Dippy saw Arturo wink at him, silhouetted by the bright sparkles of the surface. Suddenly Arturo's mouth was on Dippy's cock, but as he pulled out his finger, Dippy felt someone else behind him, then rope tying his hands to his tail. for a brief moment he felt a cock probe at his tail-hole, then the other otter shoved in his full length. Dippy screamed, but all anyone heard was bubbles.\n\nOn the Charnival Galactic's bridge, a red light for pool security flashed, indicating a possible drowning. An attendant pressed a prompt for security to be dispatched. \n\nDippy woke up, disoriented, and saw a bunch of blurs standing above him mumbling. He shook involuntarily to clear his ears and tried to roll to his side. Arturo placed a paw firmly on his shoulder and shook his head no. but the room continued to blur and rotate anyway.\n\n“Don't move yet, you were, hurt, when you fell into the pool” Arturo said, pausing on the word hurt ever so slightly.\n\n“Hurt? bu-” Dippy was silenced by a paw on his chest and a glare no one else could see.\n\n“So he fell in? And then what?” said an authoritative looking black serval, who kept sniffing the air, looking oddly at the whole group.\n\n“He just seemed to teeter in, he had taken all of his clothes off.. might have been bumped. Its pretty packed here today. We all saw him after he had fallen in and hit his head and it was a fight to get him back out with this crowd sir.” Arturo said smoothly.\n\n“He's breathing now, and checked out okay. Probably drunk or high on something. We didn’t find any ID or a guide rod in his clothes pockets.” the black serval looked to the other guard as he spoke, then to Dippy. \n\n“Mr.... Arturo, in light of all this, would you mind taking the Hyena to-” the serval was cut off by another otter.\n\n“Not at all, David here is actually staying with me, unless he has to see the ships doctor..” \n\n“No, if hes staying aboard with you, that’s fine. There's no emergency here, David is awake, alert enough considering his lack of sobriety... but keep the drinking in check, we don't want another incident if its possible to avoid it.” The serval officer thing scowled at Dippy, then looked to Arturo’s friend.\n\n“Keep him awake until hes sobered up a bit, if he starts getting sleepy or showing any signs of head trauma or any problem, page the medical suite. And no more liquor today.”\n\nDippy watched in horror and confusion as the two blurry shapes walked away. Then Arturo hoisted him up onto his feet, whispering in his ear.\n\n“You're all mine now, dog.” whispered Arturo.\n\nDippy couldn't clear his head, he'd clearly been drugged with something, But what, Something in the mask? And why was everyone calling him David? Was he David? Arturo had an arm around Dippy's shoulder, practically pulling him down the corridor. Other furs passed by, becoming blurs in Dippy's peripheral vision as they passed by unaware. It was as though Dippy was in another world, invisible.\n\nArturo and company rounded a corner with the doped out dog and entered the third door down the hall. They stood in a small entryway to the door, blocking Dippy and Arturo from passersby in the corridor behind. Arturo keyed in a code on a keypad near the door, and shuffled the hyena inside. \n\n“Why are we in my room?” Dippy said in a slurred voice.\n\nThe otters all turned and laughed raucously.\n\n“In his room! Ha ha! He thinks we're in his room!” one otter said, nudging Arturo.\n\n“No, Dippy, we aren't in your room.” Arturo whispered as he leaned close, muzzle to muzzle, nose to nose with Dippy.\n\nArturo's dark lustrous eyes stared into, no past Dippy's eyes for long moments. Dippy felt his heart speed up.\n\n“We're in my room, Dippy. And you, little pup, are also mine.” Arturo groped Dippy's balls, hard to punctuate his sentence.\n\n“Guys..” 'Arturo began. “Show him, he belongs to us.” Arturo pushed Dippy down to his knees, holding his head firmly.\n\n“You canines are all the same, doesn't matter the species. You all think you can just have, just fuck whatever you happen to see, whoever you happen to see.”\n\nArturo circled around Dippy, and whispered into his ear:\n\n“You're mine Dippy. I, I get whatever, whoever I want. But you are nothing, and now, no one” Arturo said as he held Dippy's mouth open, having a better position now being behind Dippy.\n\nDippy felt Arturo sit, pressing in close behind him, his thick otter-hood rubbing under Dippy's tail. Arturo wrapped his arms around the Hyenas shoulders as he started to whimper.\n\nThe group of otters, nine or so, edged forward with cocks in hand. Dippy struggled as he felt a spreading warmth behind him, then the rank, musty flavor of piss as the otters pissed into his maw like some sort of obscene fountain. Dippy whimpered and gurgled, the piss running down his chin and chest.\n\n“Shh” Arturo whispered. “Goodnight puppy”\n\nDippy felt Arturo squeeze him, then a sharp pain in his neck and the world went black.\n\nDippy was back home, real home. He looked around his room, confused. How.. how had he gotten back to...? Dippy rubbed his eyes with his paws. They felt real, and grainy. The sheets felt real, his patched comforter with all the claw-holes from when he was a puppy, all felt real. He stood up and let the careworn sheets from his unmade bed fall off his furry torso. Dippy vaguely noticed the sheets fell past his nude waist, off his semi erect cock. A thin trail of pre strung between his cock head and the sheets. It wasn’t a terribly unusual thing, It was a bit warm, and Dippy tended to wear as little as possible in the warmer months. He stretched, unsure of how he had gotten from a cruise liner back home so suddenly, and dismissed it as a dream. Dippy stretched, feeling the sunlight warm his lithe furry torso. It was so good to be back home with family.\n\nDippy bent down and picked up an old pair of boxers off the floor, slipping them on as he stood back up. He adjusted the gape on the fly and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of food lured him toward the kitchen. And Dippy heard the faint clatter of kitchen utensils, confirming what his stomach already knew. Reassured by the sound of his mom and brother laughing, Dippy rounded the corner to the kitchen. His brother, who liked to be called skip, had just poured mom a cup of tea. Mom had always teased them about the names Dippy and Skippy sounding like a cartoon. Their actual names were Daniel and Sam, and but the nicknames had stuck somewhere along the way. Dippy walked up and hugged his mom.\n\n“Good morning! My little boy! We were starting to think you'd sleep all day.” she laughed sweetly, wrapping her paws around her son. \n\n“Hope you don't mind breakfast for lunch Dippy.” Sam said as he pushed over a bowl of something that smelled delicious but looked bizarre, some sort of eggs.\n\nSkippy had always been sort of an... improvisational cook. Somehow he made impossible things work together, even vegetables.\n\n“It doesn't taste like eggs, it tastes like awesome.” Dippy dug in to the bowl, rich ostrich eggs, and something crispy. \n\nHe stared at the gas flame on the stove under a kettle of water. His mother had always insisted on traditionally prepared food. The purple-red flame seemed familiar. Probably just Dippy feeling homesick. He had gotten in late and gone to bed, no time to just enjoy being back around familiar faces. Dippy relished the last bite, as he thought how good it was to be back with family. He pushed the empty bowl back across the counter and stared at the oddly colored gas flame. Sam stepped behind him and set down a glass of juice for Dippy. \n\n“Whatcha see there brother?” he said, sounding concerned.\n\n“The burner, its the same color as... as the engines on the ship” Dippy blinked as he sipped the glass down, realization dawning on him.\n\n“Ship? What ship?” Skippy laughed out loud. “Mom's been retired for 5 years Dip..” Sam set his hands on Daniels shoulders.\n\n“We're all here, you're here Dippy. There.. is no ship.” Sam squeezed his brothers shoulders as he spoke.\n\n“I just-” Dippy began, but his brother hugged him, hard.\n\nDippy stared at the flames, and reached up to hold his brothers hand, feeling very confused. \n\nThera looked at both boys, concern on her face.\n\n“Dippy, honey, where are your clothes?”\n\nDippy looked down, his boxers.. where? Where had they gone? He reached down to cover himself and started to mutter an apology when his brother caught his hands. His grip was strong. Very strong. \n\nDippy began to panic. “Mom! What is?!-” \n\n“Daniel, be good, cooperate with your brother. He is trying to help you.”\n\n“But... H- he..”\n\nDippy struggled as Sam forced the young hyenas arms above and behind him, pushing him to his knees. Dippy started to cry and called out for help.\n\n“Help! Help me mom! What are you doing this for?!”\n\nThera stood, setting her tea cup down. Her face began to change. A horrible, grisly change.\n\nDippy whispered through tears.\n\n“No, no....”\n\n“you never helped your brother, or me. You left, Daniel.” Thera said as she stepped forward.\n\nDippy felt and heard a wet flap of flesh fall on his foot from behind him, then the smell. Flesh and char and smoke.\n\nThera leaned down, face to face with Daniel. \n\n“You left us to work on that space station, for better money, your family, for money!” she spat the words out.\n\n“you left us to die, so the least you could do, is help your brother.” \n\nThe horror of the moment washed over Dippy like the soot-stench on his mothers fetid breath When she reached out and forced his head toward his Sam's crotch, the horror of the moment was punctuated so hard Dippy could hear ringing. Sam shoved his burnt, deformed knot into Dippy's maw, and he gagged on the acrid offense of the burnt meat being thrust in and out of his mouth while Thera held his mouth open. Dippy tried hard not to think of the awful taste in his mouth, tried not to think much about his brother raping him with his mothers help, And absolutely would not think about the fact they had both been killed. Dead for five years, they had come all the way up to the ISS on the day Dippy was hired as a minor docking supervisor. They had never made it back to the planet surface. And yet, here he was. He they all were.\n\nAs Dippy cried softly, his brother, hideously deformed, and burnt, pulled his cock out of Dippy's mouth and smeared the rank stench of char and musk across his muzzle. Dippy tried to wipe the foul slime off on his shoulder, but Sam backhanded him onto the floor. Walking over, he roughly picked Dippy up by the scruff of the neck.\n\n“All fours, bitch. I made you a meal.” the voice from the damaged burnt throat couldn't be Sam.\n\n“Sam i-” Sam slapped Dippy, jarring loose a tooth.\n\nSam pressed Dippy's face to the tile floor, holding his head firmly and cut off part of Dippy's ear. Dippy Screamed, screamed as his mother watched, and screamed louder as his brother shoved the rotting remains of his knot into Dippy.\n\n“I love it when they scream, scream for me like a bitch Dippy.” His brothers voice changed, and Dippy felt and smelled... Otter. Arturo pulled on Dippy's ears as he pulled all the way out, and slammed his cock back in. Hard realization hit Dippy with each thrust. \n\n“Told you I could fuck him back awake!” Arturo shouted out to the room full of otters.\n\nDippy's head throbbed painfully, he barely noticed the room full of Otters stroking their cocks. He did notice when Arturo slapped his balls, forcing him to tense around the thick cock Arturo had buried in him as the Otter came inside Dippy.\n\n“OW! Godda-” Dippy was cut off by Arturo grabbing his head.\n\nArturo painfully bent Dippy's neck around and buried his face in the otters armpit, the smell of chlorine mingled faintly with a strong oily scent that stuck in Dippy's nose.\n\n“Now, now, bitches only speak when spoken to.” Arturo said as rubbed Dippy's nose around in his musky pit fur.\n\nDippy writhed awkwardly as he was released, crinkling his nose both at the pit odor and the sensation of Arturo's cock plopping out, followed by a stream of otter seed that began to cool and congeal in his leg fur. He looked up behind him at Arturo with a scowl.\n\n“What? I thought you wanted me sooo bad. Now you think you're going to be a little cock tease and backtalk?” Arturo growled out\n\n“Wha-? No, I ju-” Dippy was cut short by something being drawn quickly and tight around his neck.\n\nOne of the other otters had slipped a choke chain on Dippy, and was pulling him over toward Arturo's lust filled friends.\n\n“Hey bitch, Arturo said no speaking. More sucking, less talking.” the slimmer otter said in a high nasal voice as he drew Dippy's muzzle close, clamping it shut and rubbing it on his sweat soaked ball fur. Dippy whined and tried pulling back, Only to feel someone attaching something to his balls, a cock ring, around the balls and the root of his knot. They snapped it closed, causing Dippy to yelp. The moment he opened his muzzle, the slim otter shoved his cock down Dippy's throat. Yet another otter dick found its way to Dippy's sore puckered hole and was roughly plunged in. For another two hours, the otter boys took turns spit roasting, beating, pissing on and in, and roughly masturbating Dippy. The constant stimulation to his cock and prostate made the cock ring pinch tightly on Dippy's bits. His cock felt strangely cold. \n\nCovered in cum and dripping from both ends literally, Dippy was reluctantly dragged to the bathroom in the otter's suite. Somehow, they had rigged up an elaborate... contraption in the shower stall. Though generously proportioned, practically large enough for 5 furs most of the space was taken up by a gleaming assembly of cold steel bars and manacles. As Dippy's slack, abused body was dragged closer, he vaguely noticed that most of the devices bulk seemed to be a frame of sorts that allowed it to rotate.\n\n“This'll keep him ready for tonight, still think anyone wants to pay to fuck him Arturo? Pretty loose now..” The slim otter with the odd nasal voice said.\n\n“That, and one other thing I think.” Arturo said as he searched the bathroom for something.\n\nDippy could half-hear Arturo singing an upbeat tune with crude lyrics, mostly consisting of: 'hyena fuck, for just a buck'. So he was going to be a plaything, their bitch. Arturo came back then with a duffel and rummaged through it, noisily dropping pills into a shiny metal cylinder. He screwed the top closed and walked over to Dippy, who was being brusquely strapped into the bondage thing.\n\n“You, pup, will cooperate when we come back. And, you will be fucked, you will cum, and you. Will. Enjoy. It.” Arturo leaned close, squeezing his paw on the cylinder and causing it to make a whirring noise.\n\n“You will do these things, Or each time you do not, I will remove something from you.” Arturo paused, then a terrible rictus spread across his face.\n\n“This will help I think.” Arturo pressed the cylinder to Dippy's sore pink tail-hole. With a hiss, Dippy felt and heard the cylinder spray something cold and stinging into his ass.\n\nDippy writhed and squeaked, feeling the spray enter him and take effect.\n\n“what the fuck did you-” Dippy made a funny 'omgom' sound as Arturo forced a ball gag into his mouth.\n\n“Shush, you'll learn your place pup. Soon enough.” Arturo winked.\n\nThe otters turned and left the bathroom, Arturo hit a switch on the way out, causing the manacles on Dippy to tighten, and a red light blinked steadily. After a moment, the chatter of the otters faded as the door to the corridor closed behind them. Dippy blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the pitch dark of the bathroom. Dippy thought, and thought of some way to do something, some way to keep from having to endure more torture. Dippy could think of nothing except the sensation of his cock rising, and tingling all over his body and hyper, drugged feeling that crawled down his fur and into his mind.\n\nTwenty minutes later, feeling woozy from the drugs and the constant flavor of his own saliva and the taste of rubber from the ball gag, Dippy still had no clue of what to do. He couldn’t help but notice however that not only did his limbs still burn from being spread-eagle and suspended from wrists and ankles, but that his cock had betrayed him and begun to poke out of his sheath. He writhed and tugged, attempting to pull his wrists free from the steel alloy manacles, but his paws seemed just to big.\n\n“Captain Otere, we've got a warning light for the reactor coolant, port side sir.”\n\nThe young fox spun about with a look of concern.\n\n“Inter cooler problem? Line pressure?” Otere inquired coolly.\n\nThe fox spun around to check the console and he tapped a few keys.\n\n“No Captain, not enough information here, should I g-” \n\n“No need, I'm due to go off duty for dinner and some sleep, I can go by the engine room on my way.”\n\nCaptain Otere stood and walked to the doors.\n\n“Yes, sir.” the fox said, “Shall I have the central computer alert you if you're needed?”\n\n“No, Urgent alerts only, directed to my quarters, thank you.”\n\nAs the captain walked out into the corridor, the normal chatter of the bridge crew resumed behind him.\n\nWalking with a purposeful stride Otere reached a main corridor and tapped a wall panel with an open paw. He tapped a prompt labeled 'Voice', and spoke.\n\n“Contact my son, and direct him to the Captains dining room in thirty minutes.”\n\nThe panel briefly pulsed, then chimed, prompting an automated voice.\n\n“Captain Max Otere, voice recognition success, your son will be notified of your request in thirty minutes.”\n\nOtere touched the panel again and it blanked, and resumed walking toward the port engine room to investigate what the issue was. He had just started to think of what he could order for himself and his son from the new chef, Andre when he noticed the the lights up and down the length of the corridor flicker in sequence. The captain was just about to say something in the next moment when the corridor lurched roughly and threw him into the bulkhead to his left.\n\n“Son of a bi-computer! Bridge!”\n\na nearby panel blinked on displaying a a progress bar for a fraction of a second before a video feed came on. The raven, second in command, turned to the screen and spoke with the practiced panic of someone used to crisis.\n\n“Captain! Well, I can see you haven't reached the engine room, we just lost internal com and all data feeds from there, don't know how bad it was. We've already rerouted power, but we lost the port engine so suddenly the ships yaw is 30 degrees off course.”\n\nCaptain Otere wiped his mouth, and pulled himself back up. “Cut engine output by half, I'll find out whats happened in the engine room, dispatch damage control, have medical check all passengers. Get us back on course.”\n\n“Already done sir, but avoid the boarding deck on your way down, several hundred liters of water were splashed out of the pool there, its a mess.” the raven shook her head as she spoke.\n\n“Right, Otere out.” The captain said brusquely, now breaking into a jog toward the engine room.\n\nDippy had just decided his paws were too big to pull out of their bindings and had given up. Just as he hung his head so low his muzzle touched his chest he heard a high pitched whine. The lights flickered and as the power cut, Dippy was dropped unceremoniously to his feet, landing in a heap on the shower floor. Rubbing his wrists in euphoric glee, he was suddenly pitched out of the shower. Rather violently landing near the bathroom door, Dippy didn’t need to be told twice and took events as a sign and simply ran flat out and stark nude into the corridor. As free as his cock and balls slapping his legs. \n\nRunning down the corridor, no one paid dippy much attention, people seemed to be drunk or something, people were leaning against the walls, or laid out on the floor with doctors over them, either helping them up or checking their heads. Dippy slowed down, looking for someone who could help that wasn't busy. Dippy just made eye contact with a doctor when he ran into a very firm, but soft wall. Picking himself up from the rough bump, dippy looked up to see a very large otter with a black uniform striped in red and four gold bars on the collar with a very imposing and ornate hat. \n\n“You OK young man?” the captain said, extending a paw to the hyena.\n\n“Y-yes sir, sorry I didn’t see you there” Dippy stammered, pulling himself up.\n\n“Sorry about disrupting your..“ The captain looked down, taking in Dippy's state of undress. “well whatever you were doing I apologize for the disruption, just some minor engine trouble I’ve already seen to.”\n\nDippy nodded as the captain spoke, listening but still not entirely present enough to comprehend. Captain Otere subtly shook his head and put a paw on Dippy's shoulder.\n\n“Looks like all the staff here are busy, why don't you follow me to my quarters, ill get you something to wear, and a meal. My way of apologizing for the rough ride. What do you say son?”\n\nDippy nodded. “Yes sir, that sounds good, and I could use some help.”\n\nThe captain and Dippy walked down the corridor, one following the other.\n\nArturo was walking past a wall com panel, after having friends split up to find some more willing cock for the hyena fuck party. As he neared the panel it chirped insistently, he touched it and after briefly reading his paw-prints it displayed a message:\n\nCharnival Galactic ICGC voice message\n\nFrom: Otere, Max, Captain Charnival Galactic\n\nTo: Otere, Arturo N/A\n\n [[Message generated via voice prompt. .05 hour time delay]]\n\nThe captain request your presence in his private dining room. Original message follows:\n\n“Contact my son, and direct him to the Captains dining room in thirty minutes.”\n\n>>Please touch the prompt below for directions to this destination>>\n\nArturo casually brushed a single paw-pad against the prompt. After briefly studying the route he tapped the panel again to close and power it off and walked confidently off. Nothing wrong with a little dinner before.. or after a good fuck.\n\nThe captain's son, Arturo was due to arrive in a few minutes and the captain wanted to ensure his guest was a bit more presentable before his son arrived. Arturo did have a bit of a roving eye for young men near his own age.\n\nOtere gestured to the suite's bathroom in a broad motion.\n\n“Why don't you go ahead and get cleaned up son? My boy will be eating with us and I’m sure he'd love to meet you.”\n\nDippy nodded shyly, and walked uncertainly toward the bathroom, noticing it was a lot nicer than the one he'd just been in.\n\n“Go on son, I promise I wont charge extra for your shower.” the Captain said with a wink. \n\n“The ship's head chef, Andre will be down with dinner shortly, and I've already had him bring down something for you to wear as well, it's a standard uniform I’m afraid, but I think its your size Dippy.”\n\nSure enough there was a black double breasted uniform with gold buttons and red piping with black slacks folded with a pair of paw socks on top of a pair of dress shoes with a red pocket handkerchief, all stacked neatly on a red and black service tray on the generous marble sink. Dippy slowly closed the door, and walked closer. Something about the clothes seemed.. ominous. He set the kerchief aside and picked up the uniform coat, letting it fall unfolded in his paws. It seemed to be his size, all of it. Looking down he noticed there were a pair of boxer briefs and a short sleeve undershirt, both of some sort of shiny fabric. They looked to be tight fitting. It may have all looked ominous, but it was all the correct size,and didn't even smell funny. Dippy set the clothing down and stepped into the shower with great trepidation. Only slightly startled by the automatic sensor and blast of steamy water, he quickly recovered and set to washing himself for dinner.\n\nMax Otere set his own table, Andre had enough to do and the captain was no slouch who'd have others do his work for him, especially not something this minor. With the cloth, napkins and flatware laid out, the captain went to his bedroom, hanging up his uniform tunic and changing into slippers. May as well be comfortable and not get food on his clothes. He reached under the bed, feeling nothing but carpet.\n\n“Where did those slippers get to?” he said to no one in particular.\n\nThe captain looked about, confused. He then decided to check the other side of the bed near his son's bed. Sitting on his son's bed to get to a position to see under his own, which favored his sore back, he felt something slide out from under his sons pillows. Heavy, it glided across the bedspread and hit his hip, noticeably. Accustomed to years of sitting down like this and being pelted with dildos, digital pornographic viewers and bottles of lube, Captain Otere paid it no mind, reached down and got his slippers. It was only when he sat back up putting his slippers on that he actually saw what it was.\n\nHe'd been hit by a data / guide rod, which slid out from on top of an I.D. Tucked under his sons pillow.\n\nOtere picked up the data rod, it was still set to a destination ¾ of the rod was solid green, quite a ways off from wherever it was set to guide to. Odd, very odd. Ship's personnel and their families weren’t typically issued or given guide rods, it was unnecessary. They had greater access to the computer and information systems, even family members could access all but ship or guest critical systems.\n\nCaptain Otere picked up the I.D. and saw, unbelievably, the very same hyena that he could now hear using his shower. Captain Max Otere stood so quickly the impact of the back of his legs knocked the mattress behind him halfway back.\n\n“Oh for fuck's sake... Say it's not so...”\n\nThe Captain had long suspected Arturo was, a bit off, which, coming from someone who captained a pred fur cruise run by a company that had more or less been railroaded off earth into space due to the specialties it catered to, or was rumored to, really, really said something. Max's blood ran cold. There was going to be some number of loose ends to clean up.\n\nArturo entered the access code, and walked in to the dining room. Andre had just finished setting up.\n\n“Bon appetit to you and your Father Arturo.” the enormous grizzly purred. \n\n“I've made both your favorites, Young duck and duckling casserole, as well as a tossed cub 'salad' for you young sir.” Andre grinned.\n\n“Thanks Andre, bud, you're the best!” Arturo beamed.\n\nThe big bear waved a huge paw dismissively.\n\n“No, no, young Arturo, I can assure you, you are the best, and only the best for yourself and the captain with me here. By the way, he said to wait here. He needed to speak to you about something.”\n\n“Sure, big guy. Thanks for the salad; gotta watch my figure, ya know?”\n\nAndre grinned and gave Arturo's shoulder a firm squeeze.\n\n“Its good to see you again. You've grown so much Arturo. Got to get back to the kitchens. See you next meal. If I don't play the slave driver, the whole ship would starve! Ha ha!” Andre said as he pushed the service cart out the door.\n\nArturo grinned and leaned against a chair, waiting on his father, who was already behind him. He felt something broad and firm touch his head as the world leaped into stars and the wall rushed forward to greet him like an old friend.\n\nThe otter came to, groggily, his foot paws on hot sand, and the sun beating down on him. The world resolved into focus, and in a bizarre twist, the dining room table and chairs were all in what seemed to be the desert steppe section of the ships arboretum. Arturo could tell because he saw the immense jungle about 40 meters behind his fathers scowl at the opposite head of the table. Dippy was seated to the right side, digits steepled and paw-pads touching, head down.\n\n“I've decided, in order to balance the books, that Dippy here gets a sporting chance son.” Captain Otere paused, letting it sink in.\n\n“You've endangered this ship, your family. You could have had any of the non passengers in steerage.” \n\nThe elder otter stared down at his son. Arturo blinked.\n\n“PAYING PASSENGERS AREN'T FOR PREDATION! HE HAD A TICKET ARTURO!” \n\nThe captain bellowed, standing and waving his finger with each word.\n\nCaptain Otere threw Dippy's I.D and guide rod across the table noisily. They collided with Arturo's salad plate.\n\n“You want to be a real predator, accept your place in the food chain Arturo! You're an otter, dammit. Not a lion, tiger, or anything else with sharp teeth and claws.. Do you have any damned idea how lucky you are to be part of this family, on this ship?!”\n\nThe Captain shook his head, and exhaled a long deep breath.\n\n“No matter how big a hunter you are, how high up, there's always someone bigger, better. Today, son, that's me. And I say, hyenas love to hunt otters. So finish your damn dinner. I want this settled before I go back on shift.” Captain Otere said, pointing down and stabbing at the table to punctuate his sentence.\n\nArturo leaned down and started eating, wondering where he'd gone wrong exactly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father lean over and give Dippy something shiny. The hyena pressed it to his neck, producing a slight hiss. Dippy's fur bristled, and his muscles seemed to tighten and grow slightly. He gripped the table and the wood creaked and dented under Dippy's grasp. Arturo swallowed hard.\n\nCaptain Otere sat, waiting on his son. It would be a terrible loss, but Dippy's record had already been altered, the suite Arturo used cleaned up, and Andre had been notified of expected events; just this last loose end to tie up.\n\nDippy felt good, strong, his sense of smell was unbelievable. He had left his seat at the table 10 minutes after Arturo, to give him in the Captains words, 'a sporting chance'. That and the instruction that anything he did in retribution to Arturo would be overlooked, as well as his ticket being refunded, and a number of other unnamed 'incentives' mentioned while the Captain set up a computer and some odd equipment. The captain and Andre had waved him off. Dippy felt better seeing the big bear there with his tranquilizer rifle- no doubt to keep Arturo in check.\n\nDown on all fours, Dippy followed the powerful smell of the otters musk, each whiff a sharp reminder of the otters cock down his throat, his armpit in his face, licking and rimming all of Arturo's friends. Every breath now stoked Dippy's anger and sharpened his instinct. He had now followed him across the desert region of the arboretum and had entered the lush wet smelling jungle. The faint tinge of ozone made the air smell crisp, a stark contrast to the sweat and unwashed oil smell of Arturo. Dippy paused, sniffing a broad leafed fern. It was rank with the otters smell. He looked around, no one, nothing. Continuing into the deeper brush, Dippy saw a wealth of insects, damp sandy soil, towering trees. The hyena paused, injecting the remaining half of the cylinder into his neck. His vigor returned anew and the world sharpened. He took a deep long shuddering breath, savoring the rush of the chemical. The air here was sharply tinged with otter.\n\nArturo silently slipped into the water like a river into an ocean. Dogs couldn’t smell things in water, so Dippy would lose the trail. Everyone knew that to lose a dog you could cross a lake or river, no more smell or footprints. He swam over to the tall reeds and ferns by the shore. All he heard was the sound of birdsong and the faint distant thrum of the engines. Not letting his guard down, Arturo surveyed stealthily through the reeds and ferns, thinking himself like a crocodile, all below water but his eyes. He turned to survey behind him and heard a funny rustling noise. Quickly he flipped in the water, making a splash. He was expecting Dippy, not two reeds rubbing together. Another splash, Arturo whipped around again, his stomach starting to feel cramped from eating so much. \n\n“What?” he said under his breath.\n\nHe swam closer to the shore, and bumped into a shiny metal canister just like the one he'd used on Dippy. Arturo picked it up from the water. The gauge showed it was empty. He looked up into the canopy, panicked, his tail lightly beating the water surface. He looked back down to check the nearby trees and saw a hand cover his eyes, while another arm pulled him close. \n\n“Guess who's marked now bitch..” Dippy whispered into Arturo's ear, as the hyena started to push into him with his cock, slowly pushing the knot against Arturo's tail hole. Arturo took a breath to cry out, feeling something cold press into his neck fur, and felt his body suddenly stop responding to his brain. The knot popped in and Arturo grunted. The otter felt a wet warm sensation spreading into him like an enema, leaking out around the cock knot.\n\nArturo screamed into Dippy's paw, muffling the splash of the urine enema running out of his stretched tail hole, staining his fur and the water with his incontinence. when the knot popped back out and the hyena started to fuck him raw with a steady, but growing pace. Arturo could do nothing, powerless and still his traitorous body gave no resistance, his cock rising and starting to drool as the hyena savaged him with his knot from behind. Arturo came from the knot squeezing and bruising his prostate within five minutes, staining the water. There was a sharp 'thwish' sound and Dippy gurgled, his knot stuck in Arturo’s tail hole, and came as they both fell into the water face down. \n\nCaptain Otere stood after seeing the pair fall into the water face down. He powered down the portable computers feed linked to the ships cameras with a touch. He looked to Andre on the screen before turning the device off and nodded.\n\n“I’ve seen enough. Alter the records for steerage and get it done.' he said curtly. \n\nThe captain walked out with the device under his arm, the data would be removed and the memory module sanitized along with the arboretum camera feeds.\n\nDippy would never come to again in time to realize he'd made it onto Chef Andre's menu, famous for light years around, but Andre was awake for all of it. The chef promptly gagged him with an apple, then a second for Dippy. Arturo began to cry silently as both their fur was removed via a laser implement, then rinsed away under cold water. Arturo felt Andre reach behind him by his ass, and heard a snip sound. He turned away and put the hyenas scrotum into a blender. He leaned down by Arturo, pressing a finger to his lips as Dippy felt a paw grasp his balls then felt a sharp clamp snap over them. He whimpered into the apple gag. \n\nAndre quickly prepared the stuffing with the freshly snipped testes, adding various seasonings, salt, and a little clarified butter for texture and consistency, and blended the mix. Reserving half, he mixed the rest with several quarts of otter broth to complement the flavor of each and poured it over Arturo and Dippy, now in an enormous roasting pan. He began simmering the other half of the blended testicle mix with a thickening agent and some reserved 'cream' as Arturo watched. After about fifteen minutes Andre poured it into an extruding device and turned it on. It began to produce a fluffy slightly angel hair like mix that resembled a generic fur. \n\nAndre leaned down again to Arturo's face, and shook his great grizzly head.\n\n \n\n“You really did grow so much, but learned so little Arturo. The Cap- your father said I should follow slaughter laws to the letter in respect to non cruelty, besides it tends to toughen the meat..” he trailed off, reached to a drawer and produced a suction device. Andre reached behind Arturo, and there was a loud click then a vacuum sound like opening a coffee can. The grizzly calmly shook out the hyenas brain into a mixing bowl and reattached the canister. \n\n“But, it is your choice Arturo, you'll take a long time to cook and the oven is a hot place to be. You'll be sunburned, crisp up before the nerve endings die, then you and the broth will boil. So its the brain vac or suffer..” The bear trailed off again, idly rotating the vac extractor in his paw.\n\nArturo thought, then nodded toward the extractor. \n\n“Very well Arturo, I think everyone will be happier that way, including you.” said Andre\n\n“Also, I can assure you that this will make the very best pate to dip you in.”\n\n \n\nAndre pressed the cold extractor against the back of Arturo's bare head.\n\n“You'll be just as sleek and furry at mealtime as you ever were, no worries young man” Andre said in a chipper tone. \n\nArturo heard a loud click and met oblivion, gradually over a second or so. A confusing jumble of thoughts, then nothing.\n\n“This is the Captain speaking, We are just a few hours from Audra Majora, our first port of call on this maiden voyage, Predators, and prey furs alike we would like to thank you for making this voyage a success.”\n\n“In light of our shared success, and as a nod to Valentines day you are all invited to a special dinner, celebrating not only love and tolerance in our way of life here on Charnival Cruise Lines, but the special relationships we sometimes share between different ends of the food chain, that we all strive to keep balanced. Our very own Chef Andre has prepared a couples feast, featuring lovers roast of otter and hyena, and too many other treats to list. All couples and, he-he, soon to be couples are invited to this complimentary meal in one hour. All passengers not holding a return ticket must disembark at Audra Majora space dock within 8 hours. Thank you again for choosing Charnival Cruise lines.”\n\nThe intercom clicked and Captain Otere looked around the bridge. \n\n“Chef Andre has made us one of my family recipes, a real specialty, anyone who is late to dinner after shift gets kitchen duty to help with the next meal.” he said with a wink.\n\n____________________________________________________________________________\n\nChef Andres Valentines day feast honoring the balance of predators and prey was a rousing success.\n\nIn spite of minor engine difficulties, The Charnival Galactic was Max Otere's most successful and last captaincy. He passed away several years later, a widower who never had time to have children. They said the man was married to his job. \n\nThe captain earned a minor medal for managing Charnival Galactic's engine failure without any major injuries. Something of note for the largest Cruiser to ever bear the Charnival brand.\n\nAlso, Otere was noted for an unusual fondness for the taste of otter meat. He was rumored to be a cannibal. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Gleaming white among the stars and the pitch blackness of space, the Charnival Galactic sits at port in space-dock. The 80,000 ton spacecraft dwarfs the port assembly and resupply gantries, giving them, at a distance, the appearance of dozens of spider legs around a fat white cocoon.

Captain Max Otere raises his glasses a bit further up, for a better look. On closer inspection the Charnival is less a fat white spider egg sac than a collection of darkened windows, entry and supply hatches, lifeboat egresses and boxy plateaus that belie the aquiline, yet almost shark-like appearance of a craft that although capable of  making planet-fall, weighs several thousand tons. Max involuntarily bristled at the thought, his thick tail swishing as though he were swimming. He gathered himself, he wasn't swimming, and this certainly was not his grandfathers steam powered riverboat, nor was it his mothers terrestrial ocean-going cruiser. This was an almost predatory looking craft financed by a prominent earth based investment firm sharing the same name. After three decades of small scale space tourism, earth was tentatively exploring the stars, in opulent postmodern luxury no less.

As the transport pod drew closer the real show began. Captain Otere watched in awe as automated systems, sensing the proximity of his craft, began extending boarding gantries, interior lights twinkled on in each window, dozens of self illumination and safety lights switched on, revealing the ship name and registry number. Lastly, there was a faint visceral 'popping' sensation as the massive power plant came online. The ship didn't move, and the captain wasn't swaying for balance, but the sensation was.. humbling, to say the least. With the ship looming outside the window and view ports, he felt as though, somehow, the Charnival Galactic was alive.

Dippy watched intently as a tiny pod docked with the cruise liner, his nose pressed to the glass, ears erect. It seemed like the little pod had woken up a huge beast. It made him hungry to think of something else eating. He shook his head and wiped drool off the glass.

“Damn... I always do that... I should get going if I'm going to eat...”

No one stared at dippy for drooling on the glass, or for talking to himself. He lived in an age of wireless  telecommunication where disorders of the mind and the body were discovered just as quickly as the prescriptions to cure them. And besides, he had worked on the ISS for 5 years, hoping to get a ticket to start over on some colony where there would be easier times and fewer questions. Pred-furs typically had a reputation, if not, a record well before Dippy's youthful age of 19, and the wealthier colonies had electronic security and database access to rival that of Earth. Dippy needed a simpler world - a frontier world. He held up his 'commemorative' paper ticket, and kissed it. It was designed to resemble a ticket for one of Earth's ocean cruisers of old. Dippy didn't care if was commemorative, or cum covered, or made from old condoms. It was his ticket out of this floating hole, at last.

“Will you be boarding now, Sir; and may I see your baggage declaration slip?”

An Ocelot with bright pink spots, a notch in both ears (that looked like it hurt awfully), and an impossibly black uniform (that looked like something Dippy wore in band), extended a paw with a glowing red rod. Dippy flattened his ears. Hyena and feline relations had not been well, last he had heard. The ocelot, Kyrra, according to a name tag, had an uncomfortably direct stare.

“So- um, no,” he quickly replied, “I've already had my stuff sent aboard. Thank you, Kyrra.”

“No problem sir. First time heading outbound I take it?”

Dippy reached out and took the glowing rod gingerly, unable to meet Kyrra's eyes.

“Oh! Yes, uh, my family moved ahead of me...” he lied, “Guess it's just jitters- moving to a colony, you know..”

“I understand sir. on behalf of Charnival Cruises, id like to make sure you have the best trip possible, please accept this credit to our day spa, and a complimentary access card so you can call ahead to your family. On us sir.”

Kyrra made a few quick, darting keystrokes, and the rod in Dippy's hand pulsed.

“Your guide rod will allow you access to all ship amenities, as per the package you selected upon purchase, as well as those comps, for your jitters, Mr Dippy. Just hold it in front of you to find your suite.  The green end of the rod indicates your destination, and the red end indicates your progress. As you get closer to your destination, the bar will become more red. Folding the rod into a ring will cause it to act as a compass , and tapping it to any wall panel will open a terminal for you to browse the web, see a map or call for services or security.”

“Thank you,” Dippy nodded, before walking toward the  boarding tube.

As he reached the boarding tube, the rod pulsed a green color throughout its entire length, and then gradually began to turn red at the tip facing toward him, like a progress bar. Dippy made a chirping noise in surprise; they had really gone all out on this ship! And really, Kyrra had been pretty nice, so maybe there was no one looking for him this time. He began to wag his tail and picked up the pace. He'd almost forgotten he was hungry.

Captain Otere continued walking toward the bridge, his head on a swivel the entire trip. Stopping at a black wall panel, he tapped a claw implant against it twice. The screen sprang to life and displayed a live image of himself. The otter on the screen waved back as he did, recognizing him and brought up a display of ship systems as a cut-away view. Power-plant, engines, docking seals, and gravity moorings were all green. There was also a rapidly-ascending passenger count at the bottom with some other data relating to more specific information about various functions, and some links to call up bridge officers and various crew members from different departments. One hour in, and the passenger count had reached 7,000 and three numbers scrolling much too quickly to read. Dinner would be two hours past the ship's departure. Otere tapped the link labeled 'galley 1'. An enormous grizzly on the screen wheeled about to face the Captain. Wearing a white chefs outfit, his name tag claimed him to be 'Andre', CCL Executive Chef.

“Captain Otere..” Andres face softened, recognizing the otter. “the officer's dinner is being prepared now. Is there something you needed, now that you're aboard?”

“Nothing vital Andre; just marveling at this bucket and wanting some coffee to get things moving. I assume the menu has your usual specialties?”

“Of course Captain; only the freshest on-board a Charnival liner!” the bear winked, gesturing to a teen cub, a slightly slim canine of some sort, struggling on a metal table.

“Good to have you aboard Andre. I'll have my usual, and send up a fresh pot with a cup when its possible”

The grizzly turned back around from a sleepy but still panicked looking cub and stuck a syringe in a pocket by his name badge.

“I'll have the coffee there ahead of you captain.”

The screen reverted to the status display.

Andre really was a superb chef! His resume had found its way to the top of the list before construction of the ship had even been completed. He clearly came with some recommendation from higher up.

True to his word, by the time Otere had reached the bridge and was ready to get underway, there was a coffee service, complete with an old-style french press, two cups, some sugar cubes, creamer and deviled shepherd's testicles served in hard-boiled egg-whites on toast. None of the bridge crew gave the dish a second look; not even as the captain was chewing one of the half orbs as he poured a cup of black coffee. He swallowed the half-chewed orb, wishing he had more time to savor the delicate and.. young flavor. It didn’t even have a trace of any bitter sedative or numbing agent. Andre really was a top chef, and Charnival lines had long been known, among predator species, as catering to archaic and specialist tastes.

“Ship's status and boarding?” Otere called out in a booming voice. Various bridge officers from avian to felines replied in order.

“Passengers all aboard, count 9,015, sir”

“Life support green, sir”

“Power-plant and engine cores green, sir”

“All gantries clear, sir. We can sever moorings on your command, and system egress route is already charted.” the raven, second in command, called out.

Captain Otere nodded. “Sever moorings, engines 1/16; bring us clear and fire the logo.”

There was an audible thrum, first ascending and descending in pitch, and the enormous liner smoothly began to move forward, yawing slightly to starboard, keeping that side facing the station, as defense cannons recessed into the hull fired.  A brilliant display, resembling a stylized carnival tent, appeared around the liner and gradually began to fade as the ship 'exited' the pyrotechnic display of the company logo.

“Port command signaled us sir. Best they've seen yet, and they wish us happy travels.” a female lion called out, smiling.

Otere nodded, The Charnival righted herself and moved forward at speed, the engine pods radiating a deep reddish purple. The maiden voyage had started flawlessly.

Dippy stared out the window at the only home he had really known for ten years; first he seemed to lean toward it, and then back away. As the ship cleared, a sparkling field of fireworks the space station suddenly shrank to half its size, then a pinpoint, then it was gone. In three months, he would be on the distant colony of Audra Majora, in the Canis Major system; no more police on his door at night, no more station security, and no more questions about his neighbors or their pets. Finally! He looked down at the half green rod in his paw, and tapped it on a black wall behind him. Once again, it turned into a screen showing him a map. He seemed to be where the half green half red line was, so he was halfway to his suite. He double tapped a large room down the corridor on the screen and it zoomed in. The display called it 'The Tigers Pride Cafe' and pulled up a menu with pictures and a prompt to guide him there or to his room.

Dippy tapped the prompt, as his stomach rumbled, and started half-jogging down the corridor. Not twenty minutes later, the hyena was slouched in a chair, eyes and ears drooping as he burped with contentment. He'd always been a fast eater, but as starved as he'd been, and with the meat they had here; so many raw selections.. it was paradise. Even the prey furs thought so he saw. Across the room there was a young otter in a swimsuit practically throwing oysters back as fast as he picked them up. Dippy thought he was cute, even though he’d never seen an otter before. At the next table, an older gazelle sipped at tea, while picking at some sort of salad thing. She seemed rich, judging by how she was dressed.  She would have to be, in order to get a ticket for this ship, otherwise she would be on the menu, not picking salads on it. He wondered whether or not otter guy was an adopted son of hers.. it wasn’t unheard of, but still weird. Dippy sipped his coke as the otter gorged on shellfish, then finished off with some bread-sticks. Dippy started drooling a bit when otter-boy stood, revealing lightly defined abs tapering to a 'v' into his swim trunks, down to well developed, dripping wet legs and tail, and back up to compact, but defined shoulders and chest. Complete with erect... Otter nipples..  the sight was exotic, and entirely intoxicating. Dippy could not stop staring, even as the otter noticed, gave him a funny look and waved. Dippy's ears pitched flat as he waved back sheepishly. Dammit, he'd been caught.. and.. with an erection raging out of his sheath. He winced, hoping he wouldn’t have to stand. Otter boy started walking over as Dippy pulled his shirt over his crotch hoping to tent his tent.

“Guess you liked what ya saw.” Otter boy winked knowingly as he glanced at Dippy's crotch.

Otter boy continued walking past toward the corridor, glancing over his shoulder at Dippy, purposely twisting to show off his bubble butt and tail as he walked. At the door he waved and shouted some sort of greeting at  four or five other rudder-butts. They walked toward the center of the ship to the left of the door. After a few minutes, Dippy wiped his muzzle and followed. After a series of lefts and rights and doubling back, Dippy saw the pack of otters walking just around a corner fifty feet ahead through an enormous doorway... with.. trees inside? Dippy walked up to the door and stood in slack muzzle wonder at what he was seeing. Just through the door was a pool that seemed to be the size of space-dock, large enough to accommodate two or three houses except that the depth was marked as thirty feet. That, however paled in comparison to the backdrop, an immense tropical rainforest that seemed larger than the ship itself. Past the amusement park sized pool area the center of the ship was a wilderness of several football fields as high as a 15 story building. Dippy almost lost track of the otters as he stood blocking foot traffic listening to the birds as though he had never been planet-side or had lived under a rock all his life.

Walking forward and gawking about like a tourist, Dippy vaguely noticed otter boy playing what seemed to be underwater volleyball with his friends. A garishly colored bird swooped down from overhead, catching his eye and seeming to guide it to the pool game. Shaking his head to clear it, Dippy walked forward and sat on a lounger. He noticed abruptly that it was stiflingly hot in the arboretum, even the lounger seemed sun kissed. Dippy glanced up and winced, blinking reflexively. The immense arboretum had an artificial sun of some kind. Dippy realized that he hadn’t brought trunks and looked around stupidly, thinking of how much cooler the water would be. He had just stood and was about to walk back to his suite to find something when a loud voice called out over the noise and bird-calls.

“Hey! Hyena dude! What ya waiting for!?”

Damn, Otter had spotted him again. Dippy blushed, then seeing the otter more closely as he got out of the pool, grinned broadly like a dumb puppy with a strip of bacon. Dippy's eyes traced the otters defined body down with each drop of water, past each muscle in his six pack and down past an unobstructed pelvic 'v' to a sheathed cock and thick otter balls. Dippy unconsciously began to only so slightly tip his head in time with the enchanting sway of the otters package.

“Hiya! I'm Arturo, Arturo Otere, I'm glad you came, weren't you the guy staring at me in the cafe?”

Dippy's jaw dropped and his tongue lolled like it had dropped whatever he was about to say.

“Yeah, I uh, I’m Dippy.”

“I guessed, whats your name though?”

Dippy narrowed his eyes

“Um, that is my name..”

Arturo tucked his tail and looked down

“O- Oh, um.. sorry, just kinda making a joke.. You do seem kinda, well. Anyway you want to join us?”

Dippy looked at the pool and thought a moment. He had swam before.. just, never in anything that deep. His parents joked that he could only do the dippy paddle.

“It's okay if your not a good swimmer Dippy, we can teach you in the shallow end”

Arturo hadn’t even finished the sentence before he had somehow pulled Dippy to his feet and lifted his shirt over the pup's head. He was working on undoing Dippy's pants when he finally noticed the otter stripping him.

“H- hey um, do you ha-” Dippy protested.

Arturo looked up from his knees in front of Dippy, grinning as he pressed his short muzzle into the hyenas crotch and inhaled.

“Yes, I have to. Its a clothing optional pool, and you were undressing me with your eyes so much, I opt for you to skinny dip.”

Arturo was friendly, but firm. Dippy's pants came down and were tossed onto the lounger behind him as the he was pulled forward Arturo. The demanding otter boy glanced left and right, then suddenly took all of Dippy's  cock and balls into his mouth. Dippy yelped softly just as Arturo pulled off, moaning 'musky' to himself.

“Looks like puppy needs a bath huh?” Arturo smirked as he pulled his cock out and began to piss, aiming at Dippy.

Dippy stepped back, slightly grossed out. Arturo flattened his ears, his forehead furrowed, then grasped Dippy by his balls and lead him toward the pools shallow end. A steep slope from three to five, then 8 feet before it dropped sharply into the 30 foot end. Dippy's blushing cheeks burned as hot as the fake star above shining on his fur. No one gave the pair a second look as the otter led the slim skinny hyena by the balls to the pool.

As Arturo and dippy drew closer, his otter friends swam quickly to the shallow end, almost fish-like. Dippy tried to not pay attention to his nakedness, and thankfully, none of the otters were wearing clothes or trunks of any kind either. Arturo sat with his feet in tail in the water, gently guiding Dippy down.

“So, what do you know how to do?” asked Arturo as he kneaded Dippy's cock around in his paw.

“W- well I can Di- doggy paddle, pretty okay.. never been in water this deep though..”

“New friend, or new toy Art?” one of the otters called out as he pulled a face and back-flipped to kick a ball.

Arturo called out to his friend, smirking;“Friend, a real good friend to me, and i'm gonna teach him the ways of the otter underwater!”

“Ooooooh! Otters in the water!” they all called back, swimming over.

Dippy flattened his ears, looking to Arturo who was now stroking his emerging cock for all to see.

“Wha- what does that mean?”

“that means, my good dapper, dippy pup, that you are today, an honorary otter.”

Arturo slipped down into the water, up to his neck and awkwardly began to tread water, facing his back to Dippy.

“Jump in and get a hold of my shoulders pup!”

Not at all sure about how fast this was all starting to move, Dippy eased down into the water with one foot-paw, and was just about to ask how this would help teach him when something grabbed hold of his foot-paw  and the first word of his question became bubbles. He reflexively breathed out his nose a bit to clear any water from entering and quickly shut his jaw, dis-oriented but not panicked, he looked around and saw the deep end like a great yawning blue abyss, a terrifying maw. And to his right was Arturo. The otter promptly flipped about and swam under dippy, who had begun to float to the surface face down. He grabbed onto Arturo’s shoulders, and was pulled forward so fast, his muzzle flapped, flooding his mouth with the taste of slight salinity from the treated pool water. Dippy firmly held onto the otters firm shoulders, feeling the thick rudder-like tail rub against his cock. Arturo began to turn toward the dark deep end of the pool, diving lower ever so gradually.

Dippy refused to panic about it, keeping hold of himself he reminded himself he was on a modern cruise liner and there was a lifeguard and probably cameras too. Nothing was gonna happen to him in here. He relaxed his grip on Arturo, who was only using his tail and slid his paws down the otters torso, feeling muscles extend and contract slightly, but powerfully. Arturo cocked his head back and grinned, then expertly stopped, flipping out from under Dippy. The hyena, unfamiliar with being in so much water, panicked, yelling out, which only produced more bubbles as he spastically tried to paddle around and began to sink. Just moments later, all of Arturo and his friends were back, swimming around him in a confusing circle. Someone fondled his semi erect cock, while someone else held him from behind, covering his muzzle with a mask of some kind. Dippy inhaled sharply on the sweet air from the mask as one of the otters stuck a finger in him under his tail. The bottom of the pool was darkness, and sex. And even if he did, no one would hear Dippy scream.

The otters all swum about Dippy in circles. All but Arturo, holding the hyena close, he finished the piss he started earlier. The warmth spread through Arturo, and Dippy's fur. Dippy squirmed, managing to get sideways in Arturo's grasp. In the murk of the piss filled water, he saw Arturo mouth the word 'marked' then 'bitch'.

Arturo held the little hyena tightly, about 15 feet under the surface. He'd had a friend bring along an oxygen generating re-breather to put on the lustful hyena. With that, they could keep dippy underwater indefinitely. Arturo smiled as as he used a free paw and started gently working a finger into Dippy's tail-hole.  The weak hyena was putting up a decent struggle, but nothing that Arturo couldn’t handle. Water was his playground, his world. Arturo found the hyenas prostate and waggled a finger in a  'come here' motion. The canine tensed and tried to pull off the offending digit, which only drove his cock further into Sam's muzzle. Sam pulled off the cock in surprise, then gestured with a paw toward the bottom, a full 30 feet down, while he slowly stroked the hyenas inflating knot. Arturo nodded  and effortlessly began to pull the hyena down to the bottom far from the other swimmers. He felt Dippy's chest pulse heavily in what might have been a sob or a panicked yelp. Impossible to tell, but delightful to consider.

It was wrong, just so wrong, Dippy thought. This wasn't what he expected, not what he wanted at all.

Then it got worse, one of the other otters pulled off his cock and pointed at the pool bottom. Dippy shook his head no, but nobody saw. When Arturo shifted his grip and began to swim him to the bottom Dippy wasn't sure if he was having a panic attack or an orgasm. It was hard to breathe, the mask pinched his fur, and all the way down Arturo's assault on his prostate was ceaseless. As they reached the bottom Arturo spun dippy head over feet unexpectedly. Dippy saw Arturo wink at him, silhouetted by the bright sparkles of the surface. Suddenly Arturo's mouth was on Dippy's cock, but as he pulled out his finger, Dippy felt someone else behind him, then rope tying his hands to his tail. for a brief moment he felt a cock probe at his tail-hole, then the other otter shoved in his full length. Dippy screamed, but all anyone heard was bubbles.

On the Charnival Galactic's bridge, a red light for pool security flashed, indicating a possible drowning. An attendant pressed a prompt for security to be dispatched.

Dippy woke up, disoriented, and saw a bunch of blurs standing above him mumbling. He shook involuntarily to clear his ears and tried to roll to his side. Arturo placed a paw firmly on his shoulder and shook his head no. but the room continued to blur and rotate anyway.

“Don't move yet, you were, hurt, when you fell into the pool” Arturo said, pausing on the word hurt ever so slightly.

“Hurt? bu-” Dippy was silenced by a paw on his chest and a glare no one else could see.

“So he fell in? And then what?” said an authoritative looking black serval, who kept sniffing the air, looking oddly at the whole group.

“He just seemed to teeter in, he had taken all of his clothes off.. might have been bumped. Its pretty packed here today. We all saw him after he had fallen in and hit his head and it was a fight to get him back out with this crowd sir.” Arturo said smoothly.

“He's breathing now, and checked out okay. Probably drunk or high on something. We didn’t find any ID or a guide rod in his clothes pockets.” the black serval looked to the other guard as he spoke, then to Dippy.

“Mr.... Arturo, in light of all this, would you mind taking the Hyena to-” the serval was cut off by another otter.

“Not at all, David here is actually staying with me, unless he has to see the ships doctor..”

“No, if hes staying aboard with you, that’s fine. There's no emergency here, David is awake, alert enough considering his lack of sobriety... but keep the drinking in check, we don't want another incident  if its possible to avoid it.” The serval officer thing scowled at Dippy, then looked to Arturo’s friend.

“Keep him awake until hes sobered up a bit, if he starts getting sleepy or showing any signs of head trauma or any problem, page the medical suite. And no more liquor today.”

Dippy watched in horror and confusion as the two blurry shapes walked away. Then Arturo hoisted him  up onto his feet, whispering in his ear.

“You're all mine now, dog.” whispered Arturo.

Dippy couldn't clear his head, he'd clearly been drugged with something, But what, Something in the mask? And why was everyone calling him David? Was he David? Arturo had an arm around Dippy's shoulder, practically pulling him down the corridor. Other furs passed by, becoming blurs in Dippy's peripheral vision as they passed by unaware. It was as though Dippy was in another world, invisible.

Arturo and company rounded a corner with the doped out dog and entered the third door down the hall. They stood in a small entryway to the door, blocking Dippy and Arturo from passersby in the corridor behind. Arturo keyed in a code on a keypad near the door, and shuffled the hyena inside.

“Why are we in my room?” Dippy said in a slurred voice.

The otters all turned and laughed raucously.

“In his room! Ha ha! He thinks we're in his room!” one otter said, nudging Arturo.

“No, Dippy, we aren't in your room.” Arturo whispered as he leaned close, muzzle to muzzle, nose to nose with Dippy.

Arturo's dark lustrous eyes stared into, no past Dippy's eyes for long moments. Dippy felt his heart speed up.

“We're in my room, Dippy. And you, little pup, are also mine.” Arturo groped Dippy's balls, hard to punctuate his sentence.

“Guys..” 'Arturo began. “Show him, he belongs to us.” Arturo pushed Dippy down to his knees, holding his head firmly.

“You canines are all the same, doesn't matter the species. You all think you can just have, just fuck whatever you happen to see, whoever you happen to see.”

Arturo circled around Dippy, and whispered into his ear:

“You're mine Dippy. I, I get whatever, whoever I want. But you are nothing, and now, no one” Arturo said as he held Dippy's mouth open, having a better position now being behind Dippy.

Dippy felt Arturo sit, pressing in close behind him, his thick otter-hood rubbing under Dippy's tail. Arturo wrapped his arms around the Hyenas shoulders as he started to whimper.

The group of otters, nine or so, edged forward with cocks in hand. Dippy struggled as he felt a spreading warmth behind him, then the rank, musty flavor of piss as the otters pissed into his maw like some sort of obscene fountain. Dippy whimpered and gurgled, the piss running down his chin and chest.

“Shh” Arturo whispered. “Goodnight puppy”

Dippy felt Arturo squeeze him, then a sharp pain in his neck and the world went black.

Dippy was back home, real home. He looked around his room, confused. How..  how had he gotten back to...? Dippy rubbed his eyes with his paws. They felt real, and grainy. The sheets felt real, his patched comforter with all the claw-holes from when he was a puppy, all felt real. He stood up and let the careworn sheets from his unmade bed fall off his furry torso. Dippy vaguely noticed the sheets fell past his nude waist, off his semi erect cock. A thin trail of pre strung between his cock head and the sheets. It wasn’t a terribly unusual thing, It was a bit warm, and Dippy tended to wear as little as possible in the warmer months. He stretched, unsure of how he had gotten from a cruise liner back home so suddenly, and dismissed it as a dream. Dippy stretched, feeling the sunlight warm his lithe  furry torso. It was so good to be back home with family.

Dippy bent down and picked up an old pair of boxers off the floor, slipping them on as he stood back up. He adjusted the gape on the fly and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of food lured him toward the kitchen. And Dippy heard the faint clatter of kitchen utensils, confirming what his stomach already knew. Reassured by the sound of his mom and brother laughing, Dippy rounded the corner to the kitchen. His brother, who liked to be called skip, had just poured mom a cup of tea. Mom had always teased them about the names Dippy and Skippy sounding like a cartoon. Their actual names were Daniel and Sam, and  but the nicknames had stuck somewhere along the way. Dippy walked up and hugged his mom.

“Good morning! My little boy! We were starting to think you'd sleep all day.” she laughed sweetly, wrapping her paws around her son.

“Hope you don't mind breakfast for lunch Dippy.” Sam said as he pushed over a bowl of something that smelled delicious but looked bizarre, some sort of eggs.

Skippy had always been sort of an... improvisational cook. Somehow he made impossible things work together, even vegetables.

“It doesn't taste like eggs, it tastes like awesome.” Dippy dug in to the bowl, rich ostrich eggs, and something crispy.

He stared at the gas flame on the stove under a kettle of water. His mother had always insisted on traditionally prepared food. The purple-red flame seemed familiar. Probably just Dippy feeling homesick. He had gotten in late and gone to bed, no time to just enjoy being back around familiar faces. Dippy relished the last bite, as he thought how good it was to be back with family. He pushed the empty bowl back across the counter and stared at the oddly colored gas flame. Sam stepped behind him and set down a glass of juice for Dippy.

“Whatcha see there brother?” he said, sounding concerned.

“The burner, its the same color as... as the engines on the ship” Dippy blinked as he sipped the glass down, realization dawning on him.

“Ship? What ship?” Skippy laughed out loud. “Mom's been retired for 5 years Dip..” Sam set his hands on Daniels shoulders.

“We're all here, you're here Dippy. There.. is no ship.” Sam squeezed his brothers shoulders as he spoke.

“I just-” Dippy began, but his brother hugged him, hard.

Dippy stared at the flames, and reached up to hold his brothers hand, feeling very confused.

Thera looked at both boys, concern on her face.

“Dippy, honey, where are your clothes?”

Dippy looked down, his boxers.. where? Where had they gone? He reached down to cover himself and started to mutter an apology when his brother caught his hands. His grip was strong. Very strong.

Dippy began to panic. “Mom! What is?!-”

“Daniel, be good, cooperate with your brother. He is trying to help you.”

“But... H- he..”

Dippy struggled as Sam forced the young hyenas arms above and behind him, pushing him to his knees. Dippy started to cry and called out for help.

“Help! Help me mom! What are you doing this for?!”

Thera stood, setting her tea cup down. Her face began to change.  A horrible, grisly change.

Dippy whispered through tears.

“No, no....”

“you never helped your brother, or me. You left, Daniel.” Thera said as she stepped forward.

Dippy felt and heard a wet flap of flesh fall on his foot from behind him, then the smell. Flesh and char and smoke.

Thera leaned down, face to face with Daniel.

“You left us to work on that space station, for better money, your family, for money!” she spat the words out.

“you left us to die, so the least you could do, is help your brother.”

The horror of the moment washed over Dippy like the soot-stench on his mothers fetid breath When she reached out and forced his head toward his Sam's crotch, the horror of the moment was punctuated so hard Dippy could hear ringing. Sam shoved his burnt, deformed knot into Dippy's maw, and he gagged on the acrid offense of the burnt meat being thrust in and out of his mouth while Thera held his mouth open. Dippy tried hard not to think of the awful taste in his mouth, tried not to think much about his brother raping him with his mothers help, And absolutely would not think about the fact they had both been killed. Dead for five years, they had come all the way up to the ISS on the day Dippy was hired as a minor docking supervisor. They had never made it back to the planet surface. And yet, here he was. He they all were.

As Dippy cried softly, his brother, hideously deformed, and burnt, pulled his cock out of Dippy's mouth and smeared the rank stench of char and musk across his muzzle. Dippy tried to wipe the foul slime off on his shoulder, but Sam backhanded him onto the floor. Walking over, he roughly picked Dippy up by the scruff of the neck.

“All fours, bitch. I made you a meal.” the voice from the damaged burnt throat couldn't be Sam.

“Sam i-” Sam slapped Dippy, jarring loose a tooth.

Sam pressed Dippy's face to the tile floor, holding his head firmly and cut off part of Dippy's ear. Dippy Screamed, screamed as his mother watched, and screamed louder as his brother shoved the rotting remains of his knot into Dippy.

“I love it when they scream, scream for me like a bitch Dippy.” His brothers voice changed, and Dippy felt and smelled... Otter. Arturo pulled on Dippy's ears as he pulled all the way out, and slammed his cock back in. Hard realization hit Dippy with each thrust.

“Told you I could fuck him back awake!” Arturo shouted out to the room full of otters.

Dippy's head throbbed painfully, he barely noticed the room full of Otters stroking their cocks. He did notice when Arturo slapped his balls, forcing him to tense around the thick cock Arturo had buried in him as the Otter came inside Dippy.

“OW! Godda-” Dippy was cut off by Arturo grabbing his head.

Arturo painfully bent Dippy's neck around and buried his face in the otters armpit, the smell of chlorine mingled faintly with a strong oily scent that stuck in Dippy's nose.

“Now, now, bitches only speak when spoken to.” Arturo said as rubbed Dippy's nose around in his musky pit fur.

Dippy writhed awkwardly as he was released, crinkling his nose both at the pit odor and the sensation of Arturo's cock plopping out, followed by a stream of otter seed that began to cool and congeal in his leg fur. He looked up behind him at Arturo with a scowl.

“What? I thought you wanted me sooo bad. Now you think you're going to be a little cock tease and backtalk?” Arturo growled out

“Wha-? No, I ju-” Dippy was cut short by something being drawn quickly and tight around his neck.

One of the other otters had slipped a choke chain on Dippy, and was pulling him over toward Arturo's lust filled friends.

“Hey bitch, Arturo said no speaking. More sucking, less talking.” the slimmer otter said in a high nasal voice as he drew Dippy's muzzle close, clamping it shut and rubbing it on his sweat soaked ball fur. Dippy whined and tried pulling back, Only to feel someone attaching something to his balls, a cock ring, around the balls and the root of his knot. They snapped it closed, causing Dippy to yelp. The moment he opened his muzzle, the slim otter shoved his cock down Dippy's throat. Yet another otter dick found its way to Dippy's sore puckered hole and was roughly plunged in. For another two hours, the otter boys took turns spit roasting, beating, pissing on and in,  and roughly masturbating Dippy. The constant stimulation to his cock and prostate made the cock ring pinch tightly on Dippy's bits. His cock felt strangely cold.

Covered in cum and dripping from both ends literally, Dippy was reluctantly dragged to the bathroom in the otter's suite. Somehow, they had rigged up an elaborate... contraption in the shower stall. Though generously proportioned, practically large enough for 5 furs most of the space was taken up by a gleaming assembly of cold steel bars and manacles. As Dippy's slack, abused body was dragged closer, he vaguely noticed that most of the devices bulk seemed to be a frame of sorts that allowed it to rotate.

“This'll keep him ready for tonight, still think anyone wants to pay to fuck him Arturo? Pretty loose now..” The slim otter with the odd nasal voice said.

“That, and one other thing I think.” Arturo said as he searched the bathroom for something.

Dippy could half-hear Arturo singing an upbeat tune with crude lyrics, mostly consisting of: 'hyena fuck, for just a buck'. So he was going to be a plaything, their bitch. Arturo came back then with a duffel and rummaged through it, noisily dropping pills into a shiny metal cylinder. He screwed the top closed and walked over to Dippy, who was being brusquely strapped into the bondage thing.

“You, pup, will cooperate when we come back. And, you will be fucked, you will cum, and you. Will. Enjoy. It.” Arturo leaned close, squeezing his paw on the cylinder and causing it to make a whirring noise.

“You will do these things, Or each time you do not, I will remove something from you.” Arturo paused, then a terrible rictus spread across his face.

“This will help I think.” Arturo pressed the cylinder to Dippy's sore pink tail-hole. With a hiss, Dippy felt and heard the cylinder spray something cold and stinging into his ass.

Dippy writhed and squeaked, feeling the spray enter him and take effect.

“what the fuck did you-” Dippy made a funny 'omgom' sound as Arturo forced a ball gag into his mouth.

“Shush, you'll learn your place pup. Soon enough.” Arturo winked.

The otters turned and left the bathroom, Arturo hit a switch on the way out, causing the manacles on Dippy to tighten, and a red light blinked steadily. After a moment, the chatter of the otters faded as the door to the corridor closed behind them. Dippy blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the pitch dark of the bathroom. Dippy thought, and thought of some way to do something, some way to keep from having to endure more torture. Dippy could think of nothing except the sensation of his cock rising, and tingling all over his body and hyper, drugged feeling that crawled down his fur and into his mind.

Twenty minutes later, feeling woozy from the drugs and the constant flavor of his own saliva and the taste of rubber from the ball gag, Dippy still had no clue of what to do. He couldn’t help but notice however that not only did his limbs still burn from being spread-eagle and suspended from wrists and ankles, but that his cock had betrayed him and begun to poke out of his sheath. He writhed and tugged, attempting to pull his wrists free from the steel alloy manacles, but his paws seemed just to big.

“Captain Otere, we've got a warning light for the reactor coolant, port side sir.”

The young fox spun about with a look of concern.

“Inter cooler problem? Line pressure?” Otere inquired coolly.

The fox spun around to check the console and he tapped a few keys.

“No Captain, not enough information here, should I g-”

“No need, I'm due to go off duty for dinner and some sleep, I can go by the engine room on my way.”

Captain Otere stood and walked to the doors.

“Yes, sir.” the fox said, “Shall I have the central computer alert you if you're needed?”

“No, Urgent alerts only, directed to my quarters, thank you.”

As the captain walked out into the corridor, the normal chatter of the bridge crew resumed behind him.

Walking with a purposeful stride Otere reached a main corridor and tapped  a wall panel with an open paw. He tapped a prompt labeled 'Voice', and spoke.

“Contact my son, and direct him to the Captains dining room in thirty minutes.”

The panel briefly pulsed, then chimed, prompting an automated voice.

“Captain Max Otere, voice recognition success, your son will be notified of your request in thirty minutes.”

Otere touched the panel again and it blanked, and resumed walking toward the port engine room to investigate what the issue was. He had just started to think of what he could order for himself and his son from the new chef, Andre when he noticed the the lights up and down the length of the corridor flicker in sequence. The captain was just about to say something in the next moment when the corridor lurched roughly and threw him into the bulkhead to his left.

“Son of a bi-computer! Bridge!”

a nearby panel blinked on displaying a a progress bar for a fraction of  a second before a video feed came on. The raven, second in command, turned to the screen and spoke with the practiced panic of someone used to crisis.

“Captain! Well, I can see you haven't reached the engine room, we just lost internal com and all data feeds from there, don't know how bad it was. We've already rerouted power, but we lost the port engine so suddenly the ships yaw is 30 degrees off course.”

Captain Otere wiped his mouth, and pulled himself back up. “Cut engine output by half, I'll find out whats happened in the engine room, dispatch damage control, have medical check all passengers. Get us back on course.”

“Already done sir, but avoid the boarding deck on your way down, several hundred liters of water were splashed out of the pool there, its a mess.” the raven shook her head as she spoke.

“Right, Otere out.” The captain said brusquely, now breaking into a jog toward the engine room.

Dippy had just decided his paws were too big to pull out of their bindings and had given up. Just as he hung his head so low his muzzle touched his chest he heard a high pitched whine. The lights flickered and as the power cut, Dippy was dropped unceremoniously to his feet, landing in a heap on the shower floor. Rubbing his wrists in euphoric glee, he was suddenly pitched out of the shower. Rather violently landing near the bathroom door, Dippy didn’t need to be told twice and took events as a sign and simply ran flat out and stark nude into the corridor. As free as his cock and balls slapping his legs.

Running down the corridor, no one paid dippy much attention, people seemed to be drunk or something, people were leaning against the walls, or laid out on the floor with doctors over them, either helping them up or checking their heads. Dippy slowed down, looking for someone who could help that wasn't busy. Dippy just made eye contact with a doctor when he ran into a very firm, but soft wall. Picking himself up from the rough bump, dippy looked up to see a very large otter with a black uniform striped in red and four gold bars on the collar with a very imposing and ornate hat.

“You OK young man?” the captain said, extending a paw to the hyena.

“Y-yes sir, sorry I didn’t see you there” Dippy stammered, pulling himself up.

“Sorry about disrupting your..“  The captain looked down, taking in Dippy's state of undress. “well whatever you were doing I apologize for the disruption, just some minor engine trouble I’ve already seen to.”

Dippy nodded as the captain spoke, listening but still not entirely present enough to comprehend. Captain Otere subtly shook his head and put a paw on Dippy's shoulder.

“Looks like all the staff here are busy, why don't you follow me to my quarters, ill get you something to wear, and a meal. My way of apologizing for the rough ride. What do you say son?”

Dippy nodded. “Yes sir, that sounds good, and I could use some help.”

The captain and Dippy walked down the corridor, one following the other.

Arturo was walking past a wall com panel, after having friends split up to find some more willing cock for the hyena fuck party. As he neared the panel it chirped insistently, he touched it and after briefly reading his paw-prints it displayed a message:

Charnival Galactic ICGC voice message

From: Otere, Max, Captain Charnival Galactic

To:      Otere, Arturo N/A

 [[Message generated via voice prompt. .05 hour time delay]]

The captain request your presence in his private dining room. Original message follows:

“Contact my son, and direct him to the Captains dining room in thirty minutes.”

>>Please touch the prompt below for directions to this destination>>

Arturo casually brushed a single paw-pad against the prompt. After briefly studying the route he tapped the panel again to close and power it off and walked confidently off. Nothing wrong with a little dinner before.. or after a good fuck.

The captain's son, Arturo was due to arrive in a few minutes and the captain wanted to ensure his guest was  a bit more presentable before his son arrived. Arturo did have a bit of a roving eye for young men near his own age.

Otere gestured to the suite's bathroom in a broad motion.

“Why don't you go ahead and get cleaned up son? My boy will be eating with us and I’m sure he'd love to meet you.”

Dippy nodded shyly, and walked uncertainly toward the bathroom, noticing it was a lot nicer than the one he'd just been in.

“Go on son, I promise I wont charge extra for your shower.” the Captain said with a wink.

“The ship's head chef, Andre will be down with dinner shortly, and I've already had him bring down something for you to wear as well, it's a standard uniform I’m afraid, but I think its your size Dippy.”

Sure enough there was a black double breasted uniform with gold buttons and red piping with black slacks folded with a pair of paw socks on top of a pair of dress shoes with a red pocket handkerchief, all stacked neatly on a red and black service tray on the generous marble sink. Dippy slowly closed the door, and walked closer. Something about the clothes seemed.. ominous. He set the kerchief aside and picked up the uniform coat, letting it fall unfolded in his paws. It seemed to be his size, all of it. Looking down he noticed there were a pair of boxer briefs and a short sleeve undershirt, both of some sort of shiny fabric. They looked to be tight fitting. It may have all looked ominous, but it was all the correct size,and didn't even smell funny. Dippy set the clothing down and stepped into the shower with great trepidation. Only slightly startled by the automatic sensor and blast of steamy water, he quickly recovered and set to washing himself for dinner.

Max Otere set his own table, Andre had enough to do and the captain was no slouch who'd have others do his work for him, especially not something this minor. With the cloth, napkins and flatware laid out, the captain went to his bedroom, hanging up his uniform tunic and changing into slippers. May as well be comfortable and not get food on his clothes. He reached under the bed, feeling nothing but carpet.

“Where did those slippers get to?” he said to no one in particular.

The captain looked about, confused. He then decided to check the other side of the bed near his son's bed. Sitting on his son's bed to get to a position to see under his own, which favored his sore back, he felt something slide out from under his sons pillows. Heavy, it glided across the bedspread and hit his hip, noticeably. Accustomed to years of sitting down like this and being pelted with dildos, digital pornographic viewers and bottles of lube, Captain Otere paid it no mind, reached down and got his slippers. It was only when he sat back up putting his slippers on that he actually saw what it was.

He'd been hit by a data / guide rod, which slid out from on top of an I.D.  Tucked under his sons pillow.

Otere picked up the data rod, it was still set to a destination ¾ of the rod was solid green, quite a ways off from wherever it was set to guide to. Odd, very odd. Ship's personnel and their families weren’t typically issued or given guide rods, it was unnecessary. They had greater access to the computer and information systems, even family members could access all but ship or guest critical systems.

Captain Otere picked up the I.D. and saw, unbelievably, the very same hyena that he could now hear using his shower. Captain Max Otere stood so quickly the impact of the back of his legs knocked the mattress behind him halfway back.

“Oh for fuck's sake... Say it's not so...”

The Captain had long suspected Arturo was, a bit off, which, coming from someone who captained a pred fur cruise run by a company that had more or less been railroaded off earth into space due to the specialties it catered to, or was rumored to, really, really said something. Max's blood ran cold. There was going to be some number of loose ends to clean up.

Arturo entered the access code, and walked in to the dining room. Andre had just finished setting up.

“Bon appetit to you and your Father Arturo.” the enormous grizzly purred.

“I've made both your favorites, Young duck and duckling casserole, as well as a tossed cub 'salad' for you young sir.” Andre grinned.

“Thanks Andre, bud, you're the best!” Arturo beamed.

The big bear waved a huge paw dismissively.

“No, no, young Arturo, I can assure you, you are the best, and only the best for yourself and the captain with me here. By the way, he said to wait here. He needed to speak to you about something.”

“Sure, big guy. Thanks for the salad; gotta watch my figure, ya know?”

Andre grinned and gave Arturo's shoulder a firm squeeze.

“Its good to see you again. You've grown so much Arturo. Got to get back to the kitchens. See you next meal. If I don't play the slave driver, the whole ship would starve! Ha ha!” Andre said as he pushed the service cart out the door.

Arturo grinned and leaned against a chair, waiting on his father, who was already behind him. He felt something broad and firm touch his head as the world leaped into stars and the wall rushed forward to greet him like an old friend.

The otter came to, groggily, his foot paws on hot sand, and the sun beating down on him. The world resolved into focus, and in a bizarre twist, the dining room table and chairs were all in what seemed to be the desert steppe section of the ships arboretum. Arturo could tell because he saw the immense jungle about 40 meters behind his fathers scowl at the opposite head of the table. Dippy was seated to the right side, digits steepled and paw-pads touching, head down.

“I've decided, in order to balance the books, that Dippy here gets a sporting chance son.” Captain Otere paused, letting it sink in.

“You've endangered this ship, your family. You could have had any of the non passengers in steerage.”

The elder otter stared down at his son. Arturo blinked.

“PAYING PASSENGERS AREN'T FOR PREDATION! HE HAD A TICKET ARTURO!”

The captain bellowed, standing and waving his finger with each word.

Captain Otere threw Dippy's I.D and guide rod across the table noisily. They collided with Arturo's salad plate.

“You want to be a real predator, accept your place in the food chain Arturo! You're an otter, dammit. Not a lion, tiger, or anything else with sharp teeth and claws.. Do you have any damned idea how lucky you are to be part of this family, on this ship?!”

The Captain shook his head, and exhaled a long deep breath.

“No matter how big a hunter you are, how high up, there's always someone bigger, better. Today, son, that's me. And I say, hyenas love to hunt otters. So finish your damn dinner. I want this settled before I go back on shift.” Captain Otere said, pointing down and stabbing at the table to punctuate his sentence.

Arturo leaned down and started eating, wondering where he'd gone wrong exactly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father lean over and give Dippy something shiny. The hyena pressed it to his neck, producing a slight hiss. Dippy's fur bristled, and his muscles seemed to tighten and grow slightly. He gripped the table and the wood creaked and dented under Dippy's grasp. Arturo swallowed hard.

Captain Otere sat, waiting on his son. It would be a terrible loss, but Dippy's record had already been altered, the suite Arturo used cleaned up, and Andre had been notified of expected events; just this last loose end to tie up.

Dippy felt good, strong, his sense of smell was unbelievable. He had left his seat at the table 10 minutes after Arturo, to give him in the Captains words, 'a sporting chance'. That and the instruction that anything he did in retribution to Arturo would be overlooked, as well as his ticket being refunded, and a number of other unnamed 'incentives' mentioned while the Captain set up a computer and some odd equipment. The captain and Andre had waved him off. Dippy felt better seeing the big bear there with his tranquilizer rifle- no doubt to keep Arturo in check.

Down on all fours, Dippy followed the powerful smell of the otters musk, each whiff a sharp reminder of the otters cock down his throat, his armpit in his face, licking and rimming all of Arturo's friends. Every breath now stoked Dippy's anger and sharpened his instinct. He had now followed him across the  desert region of the arboretum and had entered the lush wet smelling jungle. The faint tinge of ozone made the air smell crisp, a stark contrast to the sweat and unwashed oil smell of Arturo. Dippy paused, sniffing a broad leafed fern. It was rank with the otters smell. He looked around, no one, nothing. Continuing into the deeper brush, Dippy saw a wealth of insects, damp sandy soil, towering trees. The hyena paused, injecting the remaining half of the cylinder into his neck. His vigor returned anew and the world sharpened. He took a deep long shuddering breath, savoring the rush of the chemical. The air here was sharply tinged with otter.

Arturo silently slipped into the water like a river into an ocean. Dogs couldn’t smell things in water, so Dippy would lose the trail. Everyone knew that to lose a dog you could cross a lake or river, no more smell or footprints. He swam over to the tall reeds and ferns by the shore. All he heard was the sound of birdsong and the faint distant thrum of the engines. Not letting his guard down, Arturo surveyed stealthily through the reeds and ferns, thinking himself like a crocodile, all below water but his eyes. He turned to survey behind him and heard a funny rustling noise. Quickly he flipped in the water, making a splash. He was  expecting Dippy, not two reeds rubbing together. Another splash, Arturo whipped around again, his stomach starting to feel cramped from eating so much.

“What?” he said under his breath.

He swam closer to the shore, and bumped into a shiny metal canister just like the one he'd used on Dippy. Arturo picked it up from the water. The gauge showed it was empty. He looked up into the canopy, panicked, his tail lightly beating the water surface. He looked back down to check the nearby trees and saw a hand cover his eyes, while another arm pulled him close.

“Guess who's marked now bitch..” Dippy whispered into Arturo's ear, as the hyena started to push into him with his cock, slowly pushing the knot against Arturo's tail hole. Arturo took a breath to cry out, feeling something cold press into his neck fur, and felt his body suddenly stop responding  to his brain. The knot popped in and Arturo grunted. The otter felt a wet warm sensation spreading into him like an enema, leaking out around the cock knot.

Arturo screamed into Dippy's paw, muffling the splash of the urine enema running out of his stretched tail hole, staining his fur and the water with his incontinence. when the knot popped back out and the hyena started to fuck him raw with a steady, but growing pace. Arturo could do nothing, powerless and still his traitorous body gave no resistance, his cock rising and starting to drool as the hyena savaged him with his knot from behind. Arturo came from the knot squeezing and bruising his prostate within five minutes, staining the water. There was a sharp 'thwish' sound and Dippy gurgled, his knot stuck in Arturo’s tail hole, and came as they both fell into the water face down.

Captain Otere stood after seeing the pair fall into the water face down. He powered down the portable computers feed linked to the ships cameras with a touch. He looked to Andre on the screen before turning the device off and nodded.

“I’ve seen enough. Alter the records for steerage and get it done.' he said curtly.

The captain walked out with the device under his arm, the data would be removed and the memory module sanitized along with the arboretum camera feeds.

Dippy would never come to again in time to realize he'd made it onto Chef Andre's menu, famous for light years around, but Andre was awake for all of it. The chef promptly gagged him with an apple, then a second for Dippy. Arturo began to cry silently as both their fur was removed via a laser implement, then rinsed away under cold water. Arturo felt Andre reach behind him by his ass, and heard a snip sound. He turned away and put the hyenas scrotum into a blender. He leaned down by Arturo, pressing a finger to his lips as Dippy felt a paw grasp his balls then felt a sharp clamp snap over them. He whimpered into the apple gag.

Andre quickly prepared the stuffing with the freshly snipped testes, adding various seasonings, salt, and a little clarified butter for texture and consistency, and blended the mix. Reserving half, he mixed the rest with several quarts of otter broth to complement the flavor of each and poured it over Arturo and Dippy, now in an enormous roasting pan. He began simmering the other half of the blended testicle mix with a thickening agent and some reserved 'cream' as Arturo watched. After about fifteen minutes Andre poured it into an extruding device and turned it on. It began to produce a fluffy slightly angel hair like mix that resembled a generic fur.

Andre leaned down again to Arturo's face, and shook his great grizzly head.

 

“You really did grow so much, but learned so little Arturo. The Cap- your father said I should follow slaughter laws to the letter in respect to non cruelty, besides it tends to toughen the meat..” he trailed off, reached to a drawer and produced a suction device. Andre reached behind Arturo, and there was a loud click then a vacuum sound like opening a coffee can. The grizzly calmly shook out the hyenas brain into a mixing bowl and reattached the canister.

“But, it is your choice Arturo, you'll take a long time to cook and the oven is a hot place to be. You'll be sunburned, crisp up before the nerve endings die, then you and the broth will boil. So its the brain vac or suffer..” The bear trailed off again, idly rotating the vac extractor in his paw.

Arturo thought, then nodded toward the extractor.

“Very well Arturo, I think everyone will be happier that way, including you.” said Andre

“Also, I can assure you that this will make the very best pate to dip you in.”

 

Andre pressed the cold extractor against the back of Arturo's bare head.

“You'll be just as sleek and furry at mealtime as you ever were, no worries young man” Andre said in a chipper tone.

Arturo heard a loud click and met oblivion, gradually over a second or so. A confusing jumble of thoughts, then nothing.

“This is the Captain speaking, We are just a few hours from Audra Majora, our first port of call on this maiden voyage,  Predators, and prey furs alike we would like to thank you for making this voyage a success.”

“In light of our shared success, and as a nod to Valentines day you are all invited to a special dinner, celebrating not only love and tolerance in our way of life here on Charnival Cruise Lines, but the special relationships we sometimes share between different ends of the food chain, that we all strive to keep balanced. Our very own Chef Andre has prepared a couples feast, featuring lovers roast of otter and hyena, and too many other treats to list. All couples and, he-he, soon to be couples are invited to this complimentary meal in one hour. All passengers not holding a return ticket must disembark at  Audra Majora space dock within 8 hours. Thank you again for choosing Charnival Cruise lines.”

The intercom clicked and Captain Otere looked around the bridge.

“Chef Andre has made us one of my family recipes, a real specialty, anyone who is late to dinner after shift gets kitchen duty to help with the next meal.”  he said with a wink.

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Chef Andres Valentines day feast honoring the balance of predators and prey was a rousing success.

In spite of minor engine difficulties, The Charnival Galactic was Max Otere's most successful and last captaincy. He passed away several years later, a widower who never had time to have children. They said the man was married to his job.

The captain earned a minor medal for managing Charnival Galactic's engine failure without any major injuries. Something of note for the largest Cruiser to ever bear the Charnival brand.

Also, Otere was noted for an unusual fondness for the taste of otter meat. He was rumored to be a cannibal.

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