Kwazii and Barnacles Rape Roleplay
       
       Shaking, a polar bear woke up in an odd place. The first thing he was aware of was that he was laying face down in the sand. When he woke, he felt oddly cold, grabbing at the sand next to him without thinking. Still dizzy from sleep, it took him a few seconds to figure out both where he was and what he was doing. Once he had, he groggily opened his eyes and pulled himself up. 
       
       He found himself on a quiet beach with a small copse of trees to the north and the coast southward behind him. It was early in the morning with the sun just rising from the East. “Okay, first things first. Get your bearings.” Captain Barnacles wiped the sand from his face and straightened his back. Looking around, he saw that the Gup-A was beached nearby, close enough that he could have been thrown from it. “I must have crashed?”
       
       Barnacles rubbed his chin, not totally confident in his recollection the scenario.  He found he was shaking as he tried to recall what was supposed to have happened. It felt like he was quivering with anticipation, funnily enough. He had gone out on a routine mission surveying the area, and nothing was out of the ordinary. Then, after surfacing to check out the nearby island, something had shaken the Gup, and he lost control. He was pretty sure that was how it went.
       
       Quietly, he affirmed the scenario to himself. “Something took me by surprise, and I crashed out here. Right. Must not have been out for more than a minute.” He nodded confidently to himself. By all means, everything was fine as one could expect from a crash. “Now I just need to get the Gup back in the water and I’ll be on my way.” Setting his hands on his hips and confidently affirming his plan, Barnacles lifted his head high. This little scrape up would be done with in no time. “Still, I’d better reach out to HQ, just in case.” 
       
       Confidently, he reached for the Octocompass and prepared to radio the team. Then, he was forced to stop abruptly after something sharp pressed softly against his back. “No so fast there, matey!” A quick jab of what felt like a sword forced Barnacles to stumble forward, and he glanced back to see a viciously smirking cat in an eyepatch glaring at him. “Can’t have you calling for backup now!”
       
       The compass was already ringing however, and Barnacles’ crew was quick to answer. “Dashi to Captain Barnacles. Is everything alright?” The pirate circled out of sight of the camera, still brandishing both his sword and his smile viciously. 
       
       “Tell ‘em everything’s fine.” The cat barely whispered the order, but the force behind it was absolute as he pointed his blade at his captive. Barnacles swallowed roughly and glared the cat down, but only for a moment. Despite how things were going, the first thing he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about was how dashing the pirate looked, confidently giving him orders. “Go on, then!”
       
       Barnacles raised the compass to his face and did his best to smile casually. “Barnacles to Octopod. Just checking in.” He eyed the pirate just briefly before continuing. “Ran into a bit of trouble with the Gup, but I’ll take care of it in no time and be back soon.” The cat nodded in approval. 
       
       “Alright, Captain. Let us know if you need any help and we’ll be there right away.” 
       
       “Thanks, I should have everything under control. Barnacles out.” With a nod and a click, the polar bear shut off his compass. Then, with a wave of the pirate’s sword, it was gone, tossed callously onto the sand nearby. 
       
       Barnacles groaned and grabbed at his paw, surprised by the sting of the blade. He wasn’t bleeding, so he must have just been hit with the flat, but he had no doubt it left a mark anyhow. He would have glared at the scallywag who struck him, but before he even got his bearings back, the blade was under his chin and forced him to look at the pirate on his own terms. 
       
       The cat’s vicious smirk was growing wider by the second, and it made Barnacles shiver. Frustratingly, his mind kept wandering to how handsome the pirate was. He was supposed to be frightened, but any shaking coming on still simply felt like an uncomfortable anticipation. “Got you quaking in your boots, have I?” The cat ran the tip of his cutlass very gently against the polar bear’s neck. “Some Captain you are. Look more like a frightened little cabin boy to me. Pretty one at least though.”
       
       “What do you want from me?” Barnacles glared at the cat, trying to sound confident. The unexpected compliment was making him feel rather uncomfortably warm under his jumpsuit though. His usually firm tone ended up somewhat light as a result. 
       
       And things were worsened by the cat’s wandering eye. He was looking Barnacles up and down suspiciously, lingering mostly on the bear’s groin. “Well, I was hoping I’d find a bit of booty sailing out this way. Can’t say I’m disappointed.” He flashed a fish biscuit plundered from the captain’s ship and took a bite before continuing. “Course, looks like I may have a bit of work to do before I get to the real catch of the day, eh?”
       
       He tilted his head. It looked to Barnacles for a moment like he was winking, but he couldn’t see the eye under the eyepatch to be sure. More than that, the captain was distracted by the way he licked his fangs. Barnacles’ own eyes started to wander, admiring the cat’s lithe body. He was supposed to be scared, at least thinking of a way out. But his mind kept wandering to much less sensible places.
       
       Barnacles steadied himself with a breath and straightened his back. “What are you saying?” He managed to get a bit of firmness back into his voice, standing tall to try and intimidate the cat. It didn’t help. The cat’s smirk stayed just as steady. All it did was make the pirate’s eye sparkle.
       
       The sword wandered downward and pressed forward just an inch. Barnacles winced as the sound of it cutting into his jumpsuit caught his ear. The pirate was skilled, not cutting much deeper than the suit, but the chill of the metal made Barnacles’ fur stand on end. Especially since now, he certainly couldn’t move. “Think it’s pretty obvious at this point, matey. Hold still!” Suddenly, both the blade and the cat’s eye flashed, and, in just three short slashes, Barnacles’ jumpsuit fell around him. “I’m gonna ravage you, pretty boy!”
       
       Barnacles gasped. He was left in little more than his underwear and a few rags, and the flurry of blows had thrown off any confident stance he tried to maintain. No blood drawn yet, but a few light stings, perhaps just the feeling of the blade coming so close, left him properly frightened at last. All it took was the pirate pointing that sword in his face again to send him tumbling onto his back. 
       
       And the very second he was vulnerable, the pirate slammed his sword into the sand next to him, sending that terror spiking even higher. “Haha! Some captain!” Barnacles tore his eyes away from the blade. The cat had leaned in close and set a paw on his chest, forcing him roughly against the sand. “You’ll make a great cabin boy though, to be sure. What do you say?” The paw wandered lower eventually settling softly on the hem of Barnacle’s underwear, his last bit of dignity. 
       
       Channeling his fright, the polar bear glared at his captor and swung, reaching out to give the pirate a solid strike to the face in a reckless, desperate display. 
       
       The pirate dodged it handily. Worse, he took the opportunity to counter. Right after pulling away, he caught the polar bear by the wrist and in a quick motion, forced his paw to the floor with all his weight. “Yeow! Got a bit of fight in you after all? I like that!” The cat snickered and pressed his whole body against the pinned prey. Barnacles’ whole body started to quake as he thought of how easily he’d been overpowered, and how much more there was to come. He could feel the cat’s erection pressing against him, hot and hard. 
       
       Barnacles’ own erection was pounding hard against his briefs too. This situation was quickly becoming overwhelming. The cat’s paw wandered again to tease at him through the briefs, then made a rough effort to claw and tear the underwear away. The whole while he kept the polar bear pinned and breathed heavy in his ear. “S-Scoundrel!” Barnacles groaned and writhed, trying to throw the cat loose. The pirate put a stop to the quickly though, with a hash bite on the polar bear’s ear. “Ah! Aahhh!”
       
       At first Barnacle’s body went stiff, then he writhed again. Once that just caused him more pain, he finally forced himself to relax. And that was when the cat pulled off. “Haha! Seems I’ve found a weak spot.” The cat’s grip on his arm loosened, and he pulled away. Barnacles turned to look at him. Overwhelmed as he was, it took a couple of blinks to see him, but he was well aware of the cat’s work. “Looks to me like you’re enjoying this, matey.” The cat snickered again as he finally tore away the rags of Barnacles’ underwear and tossed them aside. When the tears were blinked away, Barnacles got a clear look as the pirate licked his lips and admired the naked polar bear’s body. “There’s my pretty boy.”
       
       Barnacles couldn’t muster the strength to struggle now that he was fully exposed. The cat kept fondling him, running his claws softly all over his body and making him shiver with a spark of leftover terror. As he went, he pushed off whatever rags were still left, and once he made it to the bear’s legs Barnacles was finally relieved of his boots. He even rolled the bear back over onto his back, just to make sure he was entirely exposed. 
       
       Then, for good measure, he picked up the captain’s hat and placed it on his head. “How’s about you call me captain now, cabin boy?” He flashed the confident smirk he’d worn when he first revealed himself brighter than ever now, and it made Barnacles absolutely quake. The cat looked devilish and handsome. There was no doubt that he wore the hat well. 
       
       So, Barnacles was putty in his paws when he lifted the polar bear’s leg and set it on his shoulder. He only started to worry again once the cat slipped his paw under that leg. Once he felt those claws dig into his ass, a small shot of panic set in again, and he turned over and shut his eyes. 
       
       “Don’t be shy now.” The cat squeezed as he talked. “I can tell you’re loving this.” Barnacles tried to contain himself. One of the cat’s paws grabbed roughly at his dick to confirm just how much he was apparently enjoying this. The other paw slipped it’s claws against his asshole. At first it was gentle, then suddenly it was rough, and cold. 
       
       The bear let out a primal grown and rolled his head in the sand. The cat had started to spread some oil on his backside and was being merciless with his teasing. He was mostly just rolling his knuckles and claws over it, only letting a finger slip in ever so slightly. At the same time, his grip on the bear’s cock was just rough, with squeezes but not much else. Somehow, in tandem with everything else though, even these light teases were driving Barnacles crazy. 
       
       “Just get it over with already.” The bear rolled and groaned. He tried to steady himself, but his paw just grabbed loosely at the sand and his feet kicked pointlessly in the air. He didn’t even get to do that for long. The cat grabbed both his arm and his leg shortly, making his grip the only think Barnacles could hold on to for security on this uneven ground. So, the bear looked up at him, pleading in his eyes. “D-Do it…”
       
       The cat offered one more tease, pressing close enough for Barnacles to feel his cock again, rubbing roughly against his rear. Now with it against his exposed flesh, the bear could clearly feel how large and prickly it was. He started to tear up again as he pictured the barbs that were rubbing harshly against him. “That any way to talk to your captain, boy?” The cat licked his lips again, stopping a bit of panting that made Barnacles’ ears twitch. He could tell the pirate was just as desperate as him. The twitching cock at his rear made that more than obvious.
       
       “Please, captain.” The bear quaked again, pressuring what little muscles he had control of to push himself back against the cat. “Please, sir! Ravage me! Fuck me!” He shut his eyes again, groaning and burying his face in the sand. The cat had already responded to the first request, pressing the slightest hint of his tip in. Then, at the request of Barnacles’ desperate body, he pressed forward hard. 
       
       Barnacles cursed as the pain and pressure of penetration struck him all at once. The pirate was huge and forceful, and the barbs on his cock rubbed harshly against the bear’s anus even after hit was well coated in oil. Worse, the pirate’s grip on both the bear’s limbs grew even tighter as he pressed into him with a hard, rapid thrusting that set Barnacles’ body on fire. 
       
       “Yeow!” The claws dug in sharply as the cat looked for more purchase, grabbing at Barnacles’ shoulder and pulling him back against the ravaging cock. “Argh! Love that, don’t you, pretty boy!” Barnacles winced and moaned, he could feel the claws starting to puncture the skin of his arm and shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the unrelenting pace of the pirate’s thrusts. “Tell me how much you love it!”
       
       “Kwazii!!” Barnacles shouted. His whole body struggled against the sand and his dick pulsed wildly. “Don’t stop!”
       
       Claws raking down his back and the cat leaning in closer got an even more powerful moan from the bear. “What was that, cabin boy?!” Most frustrating of all though, the cat slowed his pace as he waited for an answer. 
       
       So, Barnacles responded quickly. “Captain! I love it, Captain!” He was rewarded for his honest response too, and not just by the cat’s increasing pace. As soon as Kwazii got his claws back on the bear’s shoulder, he also pulled him in closer. A simple turn later, he bit hard into the polar bear’s neck. 
       
       Barnacles could feel his lover pulsing inside of him, close if not already cumming, but Kwazii’s boundless energy kept him thrusting just as fast the whole while. The bite on his neck and the claws digging in hard encouraged him to let loose himself too, shouting and moaning as he felt himself overcome, his cock spasming hard onto the sand as he begged the cat to keep going.
       
       He was still begging by the time Kwazii finally slowed down, letting his paws wander over the polar bear’s body again and confirming the wetness of Barnacles’ cock. He hadn’t stopped entirely, still overwhelming the bear with a thrust here or there. But, when he finally let go of Barnacles’ neck, the bear was able to compose himself enough to at least open one eye. 
       
       “Oh, Captain…” Barnacles moaned, squirming again. Kwazii pulled his claws away. Barnacles would have followed them, but he was too worn out. The sting of his scratches finally set in as he noticed the droplets of blood on Kwazii’s claws. 
       
       “Oh! Fish Biscuits!” At least, Barnacles had intended to let himself be worn out. Kwazii’s shout jarred him out of his revelry and shot his eyes open properly. The cat pulled away suddenly and allowed him to turn over and steady himself. Suddenly, the handsome, smirking pirate looked positively shocked. “You okay, Captain?!” Darting forward, he shakily grabbed his captain’s paw to look at it closely. “I didn’t go too far, did I?”
       
       Barnacles smiled. Then he laughed. He had meant to hold it back, but Kwazii started licking at the bear’s wrist tenderly before he could stop him, and it tickled. “I’m fine, Kwazii. I’m fine.” He hummed and grabbed his mate softly, lifting his head away from the wound. “You know we polar bears are tough. Don’t worry.”
       
       Kwazii’s worry lingered for just a moment, then faded as he took in the captain’s smile. “Ah, that’s good then. Had me worried for a second there.” He started to shake softly against Barnacles’ paw, though the bear could tell it was more from exhilaration than anything else. He leaned in for a kiss right after it started after all. 
       
       And he kept the bear in that kiss for a moment too, setting his paw against the now stinging scratches on Barnacles’ back and pulling him close. The bear felt his muscles twitch when Kwazii pressed against the scratches but didn’t give it away. Not that the feeling was enough of a bother anyway. His mate’s warm tongue and calming breath were more than enough to soothe any of that pain. 
       
       “You will tell me, right? Promise?” Kwazii let the bear go just long enough to ask before going in for another kiss, so of course Barnacles had to wait a moment before answering. He wasn’t going to upset the pirate, after all, and every part of his body was telling him to sink into the cat’s embrace anyway. 
       
       Once Kwazii pulled away to let him talk though, it was the first thing he made sure to say. “I promise.” The second thing was a bit riskier, but it was just as important that it be said. “So, can we keep going?” He smiled at the cat, falling back just an inch to make sure he was looking up at the handsome pirate. “I believe there’s a ship for you to take your treasure back to now?”
       
       The cat laughed, trying to put back on his confident smirk. “Aye, matey! You’re my booty now, right!?” Kwazii’s paw wandered up to the captain’s neck to hold him steady, and the polar bear shivered when he felt the cat’s claws poke against the sore teeth marks under his fur. “I’ll take you to me ship and have every part of you, I will.” He leaned and kissed the bear again, harshly this time. 
       
       And Barnacles let the pirate claim him, all but going limp in his arms. Off in the sand, the Octocompass had started ringing again, but the pair barely heard it as they sank back into their fantasy. Kwazii carried his catch back to the Gup without a second’s more delay, cheering about which pieces of the bear he’d claim next from his tail to his toes. They didn’t even hear when the message got through. “Captain, just checking in. Tweak says the Gup-A should be fully functional, but we wanted to be safe.” Dashi’s face popped up briefly on the screen, smiling to herself when she realized no one would be picking up. “Hope you and Kwazii are enjoying the weekend off. We’re excited to have you back tomorrow. Dashi out.”