Chapter 2 It had been several days since the beginning of the trip, and Mia was already beginning to find her way around the massive ship fairly well. She had already discovered a route to the cargo bay, and found the complete contents of her house sitting right next to her father’s gleaming Hammersby. He had forgotten to pull a tarp over it, so she wrestled for a while with the ropes around the chest that used to be in the hall closet, to pull out a large blanket and lay it over their beloved Hornet. She found it was a nice time-killer to go through all the chests and armoires around, and even trying on some of the rather fancy clothes she would find. Eventually though she realized it was probably best that she stopped hanging around the cargo hold, as there was MUCH too much temptation to keep the things she found. She had discovered through exploration of the vents and pipes that she could find her way almost anywhere in the ship, she had even managed to find the entrance to the interior of the balloon, although the door was under lock and key, and there was no way she was breaking in. She knew she had only scratched the very surface, the immediate area around the cargo bay, so she had finally decided she would try to break into the engine room. A few days prior she had found the entrance around a thick pipe and through some air vents, following the loud hum, and the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat. She found her way to the wall, climbing over crate after crate of heavy cargo, until she found the long, wide pipe that lead straight up, almost all the way to the ceiling. It was surrounded by a bunch of smaller pipes, in varying sizes, carrying hot/cold water, waste, light and heavy air, coolants, gas for lights, and lubricants all around the ship. She slipped between the wall and the pipes, and began shimmying up, 10 feet, 20 feet, 30, and finally around 40 feet up she reached the elbow of the pipe. She pulled herself up by the flange and began walking almost effortlessly over the top of the pipe, her lightweight frame barely stressing it at all, she felt confident knowing that grown men climbed around up there to perform maintenance. Mia reached the hole where the pipes fit through the wall, which made her feel lucky to be a mouse. Her bone structure was fit together much more loosely than almost any other mammal, so she could slip herself through any space that was big enough for her to fit her head through. She hugged the pipe tightly and pulled her ears down before shimmying her body through the tight little hole, the metal scraping at her skin. She got her head through, and as she tried to get her shoulders through a burr on the metal ripped loudly through the shoulder of her dress. She hissed knowing she’d have to explain that later, but mostly she was happy she’d remembered to wear one of her old dresses. She slid her way through the gap and finally stood, a large swath of the fabric gone from the back of her dress, leaving most of her back exposed . She was just happy that there was enough to hang onto her shoulders, leaving her still mostly clothed. She kept on, pushing forwards following the smell of tobacco and sweat, sure she was on her way to the engine rooms. As she pushed farther and farther through the cramped conduits, she finally got to the vent where the smell and noise was coming from. A small crack let just enough through to tell her she was on the right track, but it was much too small for her to fit through. Unwilling to give up, Mia looked around, and finding nothing, she pressed her back to the wall, and kicked hard with her long strong legs, breaking the hole a little bigger. She leant back forward and tried pushing her head through again, but with no luck. She laid back against the wall again and kicked it hard, breaking the edges completely loose from one another, falling against the pipe with a loud, hollow clang. She winced and looked around out of reflex, being sure that no one was looking and no one heard before she crawled forward on her hands and knees into the vent, her tail swinging behind her as she crawled through, following the loud smell and hum. The smell got thicker and thicker, and she recognized that it wasn’t coal smoke, but something different. Almost smelled like tobacco, but not really. It was odd, and unlike anything she smelled before. The farther along she got the less the hum sounded mechanical, and the more new smells entered her nose. Liquor stood out loudly in the air, as did many sickening-sweet perfumes. The hum turned into speech, people singing, talking, yelling over one another, and she hurried towards the nearest vent in the shaft, so she could look out to see where she truly was. Orange-yellow light streamed in from the vent as she hurriedly scampered towards it. Finally she looked out and let a little gasp out as the light blinded her eyes for a moment. When her eyes finally adjusted and she was able to look out, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open as she looked out on a sea of people. There were tents set everywhere, paper lanterns with candles hung from the pipes in long rows, Hunnish quilts as well as different kinds of oriental sheets and tapestries making up what seemed to be stores and inns, bars, and other such places. Her tail whipped wildly behind her as she fidgeted in place, she couldn’t wait to get down there and explore all the sights and smells and tastes and whatever else that it had to offer. She began looking around, trying to find the nearest pipe that would lead her down to the floor. She pressed her face tightly to the grate, but she couldn’t see any clear way down. She turned down to keep pushing through the vent, hoping to find another way down from another viewpoint. Unlike the rest of the ship, where all the fittings, joints, rivets, bolts, and etc were completely squared away, in here everything seemed loose, and thrown together(at least the things that weren’t functionally essential). The vent seemed to wiggle a lot more here, but Mia pushed through, sure that it would hold her weight at least long enough for her to find a way down. With every step she took, the metal bulged under her weight and the shaft swung slightly, just enough to bring worry. Her shimmying and shaking turned the already bolts, and stretched the rivets, and she let out a loud gasp as she saw before her a considerable gap forming between the sections of the vent. She looked behind her for a moment, before turning on her little knees and scurrying back as fast as she can, hearing the metal groaning and tearing loudly behind her. She reached out to the solid section she was on before, her slender fingers only inches from safety. The loud crash resounded through the shaft, and she looked behind to see it falling out from under her. She clawed at the metal as she fell down the shaft, screaming in terror at the top of her lungs with her bright eyes shut tightly awaiting the hard thud and mountains of pain that waited for her at the bottom. She shrieked as her dress flew up around her, showing her bare legs and her tight white panties. Her hands reached down instinctively to pull her dress down and cover herself, the embarrassment still overpowering even with the imminent risk of grievous injury. She felt her feet hit bottom, and the floor seemed to burst around her. “EEEK!!!” she screamed loudly as she hit bottom, her fall softened by something she couldn’t see for her dress covering her face. She felt sticky liquid seeping into her clothes and hair, and she wrestled through the hard things to get her arms up, finally able to pull her dress down. “M-melons?” She looked around and saw herself almost buried in bright white melons, the inside flesh an almost neon yellow. She struggled and crawled out of the pile, patting her dress getting the most of the wet off, and shaking her head to try and dry it a little at least, before straightening it back and laying it down with her fingers. She tried to take a step, and she felt her back pop loudly. “AAAAAEEeeeeeeeee~” She arched her back and her ears straightened out, her purple eyes ticking slightly at the sharp pain. She whined as she finally was able to relax again, and reached behind herself to rub her dully aching back. She looked back at the pile of crushed fruit, and realized that she should probably get away from there, before she gets in some serious trouble. She looked around the tent-ish structure, more like a circle made of sheets and fabric without a roof. She couldn’t really perceive a door anywhere, and began peaking through the seams of the fabrics, looking around trying to find her way around. She scampered over to the closest side and spread the sheets. She could see table legs... bunches and bunches of people walking all over on the other sides of the tables, and... a bright orange tail, with a white tip. It looked kind of feline, and as she followed it up she saw black stripes all over it. The dress it was wearing was kind of like the one she had gotten from her father, but not nearly as pretty. And it also kinda looked like a guy... a big guy... As she followed the tail up she began to see the lines of very strong looking legs, a relatively narrow waist, with a widening back, up to very, very wide shoulders. He was some kind of cat, orange with black stripes. He had white fur poofing out of his ears, and around his neck and face. She gulped a little at his sheer size, probably two or three feet taller than her papa, and much more muscular. He was talking to a German Shepard, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She watched for a few moments, trying to figure out what the cat was, but she saw the dog look straight at her, and they looked at eachother for a moment. She gasped quietly and held her breath as she stared wide-eyed at the dog, her little chest tightening for want of air as the seconds slowly passed. The cat’s head whipped around quickly, giving Mia a tiny glimpse his gleaming yellow eyes as she jumped back and looked around for a place to hide. The tiger swiped the curtain open with his huge heavy paw, lunging his body through behind. “Vorishka ! Gde ty pryachesh'sya ty, malen'kiy negodyay !” His yellowed teeth shined under the bright gas lamps behind his shining black lips. “Proklyatyy malen'kiy vory vsegda prikhodyat v moyu kladovuyu krazhe moyego frukty, nemnogo gniloy irlandskiy , ili kitayskiy, ili lyuboy gryazi krov'yu detey ....” He grumbled and growled under his breath as he started to sniff and stomp around his back room, finally seeing the broken crushed pile of melons. “Vy nemnogo DER'MO! Vse moi dyn' ! ! Vy unichtozhili ikh vsekh! !” He roared as he swiped through the pile of melons angrily, uncovering the little girl hiding at the bottom, and they stared at each other for a second. Mia’s eyes were wide and surprised, and his were slightly narrowed and angry, but still surprised to find her still there. His heavy arm drew back, cocking itself before swiping down, opening up his front. Mia jumped forward and smashed one of the crushed melons in his face. He roared as she jumped away, her powerful legs pushing her over the walls as he brought his claws down across his own face, missing her completely. She landed on the hard metal floor with a thud and rolled a few turns before stopping at the backs of a water buffalo’s legs. She could hear the cat roaring loudly and the buffalo snorted down at her as it nudged her back with it’s heavy leg. “Hey! Watch it!” Mia rolled up to her feet as she squeaked as intimidatingly as she could up at the buffalo. The older woman just shook her head and turned back to the horse she was talking to before, and Mia heard fabric ripping and wood snapping behind her. She turned to see the tiger ripping his way through the rugs and sheets blindly, trying to wipe his eyes clean of the acidic citrus juice. Mia turned on her toes and began running down the makeshift indoor street, weaving around the tables and carts and people, diving underneath peoples’ dresses and vaulting over obstacles as she heard the dull reverberation of claws against metal, the loud clanging of the tiger behind her. She saw the road in front of her splitting into a dead end, with a way to the right and left. She took her opportunity and dived under a rather rotund boar’s dress, between her legs and under the makeshift wall, finding herself buried in silky-soft pillows and blankets. She could feel the heavy footfalls of the tiger growing closer and closer, stopping only feet away. He growled low and loud, shaking her to the bone as she hid, shivering quietly and trying to hold her breath. The tiger let out a quiet roar and began walking away, and Mia laid there waiting quietly long after the steps were completely gone. After a while Mia finally breathed and started to calm down, and she wondered where she had found her way into. She turned around and started swimming through the pillows and sheets, and as she got closer to the surface she could smell an odd, sweet, smokey smell, and she could hear giggling and grunting. Not wanting to get caught in a bad situation like she did last time, when she was barely to the surface she began peeling away just enough that one of her amethyst eyes peeked through. She let out a silent gasp as she spied a naked white canine, fluffy and curly like a sheep from head to toe, on his knees behind a tall white feline woman. He had ahold of the girl’s wrists and was driving his hips into her behind as hard as he could, grunting and growling as she giggled up and held onto his wrists, helping him pull. Mia couldn’t see much of the male because of his thick fur, but she couldn’t really keep her eyes off of the cat. She was long and lean, her legs and arms somewhat lanky, but in a very attractive way. Her nails were painted a pearly white, which popped against her black boots and gloves, and matched her perfect-white fur. Her legs weren’t too thin, and her thighs and bum were just soft enough to be shapely. As Mia perused the feline’s rump she finally noticed the male’s thing going in and out of her, and blushed deeply, and started to look away. Even as she tried, she felt drawn back, unable to keep her sight off of the woman before her. The cat’s waist was thin, but not sickly so like some of the more fashionable women in London were. She could see an ever so slight jiggle with each of the dog’s thrusts, just tiny ripples in an otherwise taught belly. Mia’s stomach flittered a little bit, churning anxiously as she kept herself hidden amongst the pile of fineries. Her eyes travelled up the woman’s ribs to her chest, not nearly as full as Nancy’s, but more than respectable, and probably more than handfuls for the small-ish dog. The soft globes swung heavily under her, lightly smacking fur against fur as her body was rocked back and forth by the dog’s thrusting hips. Mia’s eyes washed over this woman, admiring, coveting, drinking in her shape and beauty jealously. She wasn’t voluptuous or large, she wasn’t overweight in the least, she wasn’t too short, or too tall, her breasts weren’t too big, her butt wasn’t too small... This was the shape Mia had in her dreams. Mia’s eyes travelled up from the slender feline’s breasts to her shoulders, and admired her long, slender neck, and her shapely chin, and she pattern of her fur where the white of her body met the dark, inky black on her face and the edges of her ears. The feline had her eyes shut, smiling and giggling politely as the dog pounded away at her. “An! Annie! RRR!” The dog growled and grunted loudly as he thrusted spastically, and pulled his thing out of her as he sprayed some thin, white-ish stuff all over the cat’s backside. He let out a deep sigh and sat back, releasing her wrists and looking over her bum, before giving it a good squeeze and standing up, going towards a corner to pick up a pile of clothes that Mia recognized as being an official Mauritania Officer’s uniform. He quickly pulled his clothes on, each golden button snapping perfectly as the cat rolled onto her back and playfully pawed at his legs with her feet. “Hehe, I’d love to stay and play around some more, darling, but my crew needs me.” He tipped his hat and blew a kiss before dropping a dozen pounds on the sheets with a dull clang. “Sure they do, mister big, stud, officer man...” She giggled as she pawed at his tail with her feet, and he let left finally, letting the flap close behind him. She sat there for a moment, then let out a deep huff and laid on her side, grabbing the nearest sheet and wiping the thin cum out of her white rump fur. “Ta ma de huá'érbùshí de yingyu bèndàn...” She grumbled angrily as she rolled onto her back. She laid spread-eagle for a moment, stretching out her fingers and toes, pushing out her ears and tail, before letting out a long, deep sigh. She rolled up and began to turn towards Mia’s hiding spot. Mia shrunk up as small as she could, staying as still as she could as she felt the cat lay down on top of her. The cat shifted around as she got comfortable on her bed, and Mia could hear a muffled bubbling before a long, deep outward breath. She could feel the cat above feeling around for something, and her little eyes shot wide open as she felt the petite hand grab her own poofed tail and tug on it gently. She stayed stone still, as the cat tugged and pawed at her tail. Mia couldn’t tell what the cat was doing, but she didn’t think that she knew she was there. Mia tried to keep her tail completely limp, as the cat played with her tail and rubbed it on herself, seemingly tickling herself as she giggled and wiggled with every little touch. Mia felt a little warmth rising low in her belly, knowing she was touching on the older feline. She thought about what she was touching, it felt warm and somewhat round, but she couldn’t tell much else from the gentle touches on her long smooth tailfur. She shivered a little from the feeling of the cat’s paw around her skinny tail, so warm and smooth, squeezing gently, her fingers running up and down it gripping it in different ways, letting the fingertips glide over it as if holding a paintbrush or pencil. The cat gasped loudly and tightened her grip on Mia’s tail, making Mia bite her lips as she tried to stay quiet. She felt her tail being squeezed between something, soft and warm, but muscular... legs! She had it, they were legs! Then she realized her tail was shoved in between the cat’s thighs... being squeezed... and then she felt a wet warmth against her fluffy tail. Mia squealed and exploded out of the pillow pile, jumping away and tugging at her tail, as the cat held it in her paw tightly, looking only half-surprised at the excited little jerboa. “Well, look who finally decided to come out of there.” The feline sat, one hand on Mia’s tail, holding it firmly between her thighs, with the other hand on the long stem of what looked like a tall oil lamp, but with a little puck of some kind of coal or something on top of it. “L-let go of my tail!” Mia gripped her tail in her own little hands and tugged, but the feline held tightly and just smiled, her teeth bright and shiny white. Mia looked up and froze as she saw the cat’s bright blue/white eyes, a deep gleam to them, with a mischievous expression spread across her whole black-furred face. “Why should I, mousey? How long have you been spying on me, little english?” The cat teased Mia as she ground her hips together, teasing her tail and spreading the hot warmth even deeper into her tail fluff. “I WASN’T SPYING!” Mia yelled as she tugged harder at her tail trying to get free, her slender thighs pressed tightly against each other as she pulled. The cat giggled and pulled the tail out from between her legs, the fluffy fur now wet and soggy, and she lifted it up to her maw and gave it a teasing lick, making Mia shiver and squeek quietly, looking at at her wide-eyed. “Then what exactly were you doing hiding under my bedding?” She gave the tail teasing nibbles as it twitched and wriggled trying to escape her teasing tongue and teeth. “I-I was hiding! I’m sorry, just let me go!” She shivered and tried to look away as she kept still, hoping that it’d be over soon if she stopped struggling. “Mmm... what were you hiding from?” The feline purred as she wrapped her mouth around the wet tailfluff and suckled on it as her free hand went down between her legs to rub between her pink lips. “P-please don’t suck on that... I-it’s dirty...” Mia wiggled and gripped her dress as her thighs rubbed together, her belly turning like crazy and the heat in her panties slowly becoming more and more noticeable, an unfamiliar itch slowly growing between her thighs as the rough feline tongue drug across her tail, combing all along her soft long fur, and the sharp teeth pricked at her sensitive flesh. The feline pulled away, popping her wet black lips off of the young girl’s sensitive tail and licking the wetness from her lips. “It’s not dirty, little english, it’s absolutely delicious. Come here...” The cat pulled Mia in by her tail, the little mouse barely protesting, her slender legs held firmly together, unable to offer any resistance to the grown female. Mia was finally within arms reach of the feline, and had one long arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the woman’s side. “Come on, little one, let me prove it’s not.” She pulled her free hand up from her thighs, her fur sopping wet with thick, potent juice. She held it up to Mia’s face, a bright blush on her little cheeks, her lips hung open as she stared wide eyed, captivated, a little scared, feeling completely powerless to the feline, the bright white/blue eyes almost hypnotizing the little mouse. “N-no... I-I... th-that’s...” Mia stuttered and spoke quietly and nervously, as the cat just smiled and brought one of her fingers up to her lips, sucking on her ring finger lewdly, letting her tongue swirl all around it before lifting up with a pop. “It is not dirty... I had some... now it’s your turn.” The feline held out her middle finger and reached out to run it across Mia’s thin lips and spread the salty, savory taste. Mia gasped slightly at the touch to her sensitive lips, and the feline took the opportunity to press her finger into Mia’s mouth, forcing her to take in the whole strong taste. Mia’s tail shot out and she instinctively tried to pull away, but the feline’s long, slender arm held her tightly. Mia’s small hands pressed gripped the inky black wrist, but her fighting was only half-hearted as she began to really taste the warm liquid, the salty-sweetness spreading across her tongue. Mia’s eyes closed for a moment and a quiet, squeaking moan escaped around the slender feline finger. Mia felt the finger pull from her mouth, and her eyes opened to see the bright blue, almost white eyes staring right into hers, a wide smile on the feline’s lips showing her pearly white, sharp teeth. In a moment Mia felt the wet fingers comb through her hair and grip her head, pulling her into a deep kiss, the feline pushing her rough tongue forcefully into Mia’s small mouth, her thin lips pressed tight against the cat’s soft, warm, painted-red lips, her petite little tongue wrestling with the adult’s, trying in vain to push it out, her little arms pushing hard against the feline’s chest, before finally losing her will and resting on the taught white shoulders. Mia’s eyes were spread wide, in shock, as she felt the tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, massaging over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. The hand that was around Mia’s waist slid around and gripped her skinny bum gently, the feline letting her claws prick ticklingly at Mia’s soft rump through the fabric of her dress and her short fur. The feline pulled back at long last, a long string of their mixed saliva tieing their lips together as Mia’s lawled out, the little jerboa gasping for breath as the feline stroked her hair. “You have such sweet-tasting lips, little english...” The feline purred quietly as her paw kneaded and her claws pricked at Mia’s rump. “What’s your name?” Still a little scared and confused, Mia watched her, twitching and jerking every time a claw tugged at her soft flesh. “Ah! Mh! M-Mia!” She spat out, doing her best not to cry out from the sensations. She blushed wildly, her fur almost glowing red. Her hands clutched the fur on the feline’s shoulders, tugging a little with every squeeze and prick, the feline constantly smiling, amused with every tick and twitch and cry and squeek from the petite mouse. “My name is Jiao, Mia. Nice to meet you.” She giggled a bit as her free hand gently touched Mia’s ankle, sliding up her leg slowly, her fingertips gliding over the fur making her chill. “You have such pretty, shapely legs... so long and slenderrrrr....” Her “r” extended out into a purr as her fingertips began sliding up Mia’s dress, lifting it slowly to expose Mia’s knees, then her thighs, and finally the hand on her rump relented, moving to her thigh to finally lift the dress high enough to reveal her quite moist white panties. Jiao licked her lips and smiled up at Mia, whose eyes were shut tightly for shame and embarrassment. “Don’t be ashamed, little english... you’re a very pretty girl...” Jiao’s soft hands released the dress and let it drop, then took Mia’s hands in hers, pulling her closer and closer, as she layed back, until Mia was laying half on her, her chest rested on Jiao’s, with her legs hanging off the side. Jiao stroked the little mouse’s ears and hair with one hand, the other rubbing up and down her bare back, massaging gently and expertly with her skilled and practiced hands. “See now? This isn’t so bad, is it?” She purred into the top of Mia’s head, taking in her scent. Mia looked up at her, a little calmer now, but still quite a little bit shaken. “T-that man called you Annie... But you said your name is Jiao...” She looked up at the older feline, still relaxed, but a little bit suspicious. “Men call me Anggui, little english. My real name is Jiao-Meifen.” She giggled a little and let her tail wrap around Mia’s loosely, stroking it idly. “Anything else you would like to ask me?” Mia blushed and looked away, the insides of her ears turning a bright red. “Wh-what were you doing... with him...?” Jiao rubbed Mia’s cheek and guided her face back up to meet hers. “I let him have sex with me in exchange for money.” Jiao licked Mia’s nose and giggled. “It wasn’t fun though.” Mia looked at the feline in surprise, squeaking and stuttering out, “Y-you did that... f-for money? That means you’re a-” “Prostitute?” Jiao cut Mia off with a slight smile. “Yes, exactly.” She reached for the hookah’s hose and brought it to her lips, taking a puff. Her forward admission caught Mia off guard. Mia looked at Jiao a little shocked, trying to find something else to say. “Isn’t that bad?” She spurted out. Jiao let go the white smoke go with a long pleasured sigh and looked down at Mia, still stroking her ears, letting the claws of her other hand tickle and tease up and down her spine. “It’s a job, just like any other. But you’re right, it’s not a job for a lady to have.” Her hand slipped down and rubbed over Mia’s tailbone, tracing it with her fingertips. “Y-you’re not supposed... You’re not supposed to do that with anyone but who you’re married to...” Mia shivered as the feline’s fingers caressed over her lower back, and felt the tickle between her legs growing more and more distracting. “Hmmm... that’s true, little english... But you’re also not supposed to barge into people’s rooms uninvited, or run around in strange places without your parents, are you?” Jiao teased Mia as her hand slid down and cupped the girl’s small bum, squeezing it gently under her dress. Mia hid her face in Jiao’s breasts as she moaned to herself, and squeaked in surprise as the moan left her lips. “A lady shouldn’t do such things with men... it’s improper and can ruin her reputation... That’s why, when a woman feels... Needs, she either must care for it herself, or get help from another like-minded lady... Understand, Mia?” She lifted Mia’s head from her breast gently by her ears, making the timid little girl look her in the face. “I-I think so...” She blushed hard through her tan fur and shuffled her feet nervously. The room filled with the strong scent of her young heat as Jiao kneaded her soft rump. “H-how do you... How do you care for it? Y-yourself?” Jiao giggled and nuzzled the little girl’s cheek, then licked up to her ear and whispered, “I’ll help you, this time...” She moved her hand from Mia’s ears down to her own breast, and squeezed it softly in time with her squeezing Mia’s rump. Jiao licked up the inside of Mia’s ear, tracing the line where flesh met fur. Mia squeaked and froze as she felt the heat between her legs spreading through her belly, making her whole body feel unbearably hot. Jiao pulled away and looked down at Mia smiling, taking the little girl’s hand in hers and guiding it up to her breast and placing it onto her pink, pert nipple. “Squeeze it and play with it... do what feels natural...” Mia nodded nervously as Jiao’s hands began peeling her dress off slowly, exposing her steaming hot, slender body. Mia squeezed the large soft breast, kneeding it and playing with it curiously. She poked the nipple and rubbed it with her fingertip, making the cat moan loudly as finally the dress fell around Mia’s waist. She kicked it off as she reached up her other hand to play with both of the felines squishy, bouncing orbs, tugging and twisting the nipples now, experimenting with the different reactions she recieved, giggling playfully as she tickled and occasionally pinched the feline. Jiao wrapped her paws around the slender girl’s chest and stroked her tiny, yet still hard nipples with her soft thumbpads, making her gasp and whimper, her amethyst eyes rolling back half-lidded from the teasing to her undeveloped body. Jiao smiled and leaned down, pressing her lips to Mia’s agape mouth, pressing her tongue in gently to slide across the girl’s. At first Mia struggled in surprise, but she gave in to the pleasure quickly, and the sweet smokey taste of Jiao’s skilled tongue. Mia straddled Jiao’s belly, her wetness leaking through her panties and onto the clean white fur as they kissed deeply, her hands squeezing the feline’s breasts tightly as her nipples were tweaked and teased. Jiao pulled away and smiled as Mia panted, her face and ears flushed with pink. Jiao smiled and wrapped her hand around the back of Mia’s head, combing her long fingers through her hair. “Suck on them for me... please?” Mia nodded slightly, and leaned down close to the heaving flesh. She stared, nervous, hesitating, but she felt her head being pulled down and opened her maw instinctively, taking the nipple into her maw and suckling it gently. She was taken aback by the strong sweet taste, like cherries, and ran her tongue over it and twirled around it, enjoying the taste and listening to the moans and hisses and purrs of the woman beneath her. Distracted by the Jiao’s pleasured sounds, Mia didn’t notice the hand travelling slowly down her soft, flat belly. She jumped slightly and would have jumped completely off had she not been held down by the adult’s hand when she felt fingers sliding underneath her panties to rub across her damp, tightly sealed lips. Jiao purred loudly as the girl struggled, her teeth nipping at the felines tender skin as she whimpered and moaned in pleasure. Jiao slid her fingers up and down the tight slit, massaging Mia’s delicate, sensitive mound as her fingers got wetter and spread the slick, hot juice all around. Jiao leaned her head down and nibbled Mia’s ears as she finally relaxed and moaned deeply into the feline’s breast. “Feels good, doesn’t it, little english?” Jiao slipped her dull claw in between the girl’s lips and h her underneath her hood, finding her clit and flicking her claw across it. Mia’s legs shot out and her back arched as she clawed at Jiao’s sides, electricity running through her body as if she was struck by lightning. She went limp and tingled, her body twitching as the woman continued to massage and stroke her wet, virginal mound. “Oooh... Sweetie...” Jiao leant down and licked at Mia’s forehead, then pulled her up to kiss her lips. “That is an orgasm... you just came... Was it your first time?” She withdrew her hand from Mia’s panties and slid it up to her lips, licking them suggestively, sucking her fingertips and running her tongue in between each finger as she cleaned her fur of the sweet girl nectar. Mia nodded and panted as she watched Jiao clean herself, entranced by her long flexing and snaking tongue. “Th-that’s what... that’s what sex feels like?” Mia panted out. Jiao giggled and stroked the little girl’s head. “Oh, being with a man feels so much better... Having thick, hot flesh inside you...” She purred and shivered at the thought. “But you should avoid that. You’re a proper little english, and if you’re with too many boys they’d ruin your reputation and call you a whore like me.” Jiao smiled and poked the little girl’s nose. “But doing it with a girl feels better than doing it by yourself, so at least there’s that. Soooo...” “Ca-can I do it for you, now?” Mia spat out. “Heh, are you sure you want to, little english? I won’t be mad if you don’t.” She ruffled Mia’s hair and giggled, but Mia had none of it, pushing her hand away and sitting up on her belly. “You did something for me, so I need to do something for you. Can I?” She looked down determined to be fair, despite her nervousness. Her little brow furrowed so adorably over her bright purple eyes, serious and stern despite being naked save for her soaked through panties. Jiao smiled and patted Mia’s head. “How could I possibly refuse that face? I want you to do something different, though...” She sat up and rolled over so Mia was on bottom, and Jiao was on top of her pinning her down with her bigger body. “This will make us both feel good...” She sat up and slipped one leg between Mia’s, pressing their wet slits together tightly eliciting moans from the little girl as Jiao bit her lip and hissed in pleasure. “OOooooh... I can already tell you like this...” Jiao put her hands on Mia’s ankles and held her tight as she moved her hips, gyrating and thrusting against Mia’s tight cunny. “JI-JIAO!” Mia yelled out as she gripped the sheets below her tightly. She pulled on her legs pressing her pussy tighter to Jiao, moving her hips on her own, arching and moving to press her clit against Jiao’s lips and teasing fur. “MMMmmmMmm-AAaaAaaAAAaaa-YesssSSSSSS! Little englisssssh...” Jiao moaned and hissed her words as she tightened and she felt the familiar tingle of her body inching closer and closer to orgasm. She laid over the smaler girl and pressed their bodies together tightly, straddling the girl and thrusting just so that their clits rubbed and teased one another. “JIAO! JIAO! AAAEEEE-umph!” Mia began to squeal in her second orgasm, but Jiao leant down quickly and kissed her deeply, yeowling into the little rodent’s mouth as they came together, Mia’s tongue relenting to Jiao’s experienced, stronger tongue shoving it’s way into her mouth and down her throat. They laid together as they dripped onto the sheets below them, their shared juices flowing down Mia’s lips and onto her soft rump, matting all inside her thighs and on her mound. They bathed in their afterglow for what seemed like hours, petting and holding one another, Mia dozing slightly from the intensity of her first time. Jiao purred into Mia’s ears and stroked her sides gently as she slowly came down. “That was amazing for your first time, little english. You’re a natural!” She giggled and nipped the girls ears, tickling her and making her giggle girlishly. “JIAO! HEEHEE! STOPPIT JIAO! “ Mia squealed as she giggled and laughed, kicking and pushing at the larger feline as Jiao used her claws to tickle at Mia’s sides. Jiao laughed and giggled back childishly with Mia, before hugging her tightly smothering her in her fluffy well endowed chest. “MMMPH! M-MMMMRRRR!!!” Mia hollered loudly, her little legs kicking on either side of Jiao’s slender belly and her arms pushing at her chest. “You’re too cute, Mia!” Jiao laughed and rolled off of Mia, letting her gasp dramatically for breath. Jiao pinched Mia’s cheeks and tugged them wide. “These cute little chipmunk cheeks!” She pressed her nose to Mia’s and looked her straight in the eyes. “And these big, gorgeous, purple eyes! You’re just adorable! I could eat you up!” Jiao let go of Mia’s cheeks and leant in, nibbling and nomming at her soft squishy cheeks. “NUUUUU!” Mia squeaked and giggled as she pushed at Jiao’s face, getting her little finger nibbled and nommed at. “Jiao!!!” She laughed so hard that she was gasping, and Jiao finally relented and laid on her back panting. “That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, little english.” She rolled onto her side facing Mia and smiled. “Did you have fun, too?” Mia blushed and turned onto her side away from Jiao, her little tail whipping as she played with her fingers. “It-it was nice... It felt... really funny...” Jiao purred and pawed at the girl’s tail-poof as she timidly answered her, her ears slicking down embarrassedly. “Hehe, will you come and visit me again?” “EEP!” Mia squeaked as Jiao’s paws grasped her tailpoof and rolled to face her, pulling her tail away. “I-I.... Maybe...” Jiao leaned in and gave Mia a peck on the lips. “I’ll miss you if you don’t! Let’s be friends, hmm?” Jiao took Mia’s hand and held it up, holding her own pinkie out. “Promise?” Mia hesitated, and then nodded resolved, and wrapped her pinkie around Jiao’s tugging it gently. “Tomorrow then!” “Yes! Tomorrow!” Jiao hugged Mia tightly and cuddled with her for a moment before a bell rang, and Jiao pulled back slightly. “Mia... I’m so sorry, but we have to cut today short... I have a visitor...” She sat up and started pulling on some loose robes that looked the same style as Mia’s special dress. She laid in a very sexy pose, on her side with her dress hanging just slightly so that her nipples and pussy were just barely peeking out through the folds. “You should hurry, he’s probably already on his way. Mia jumped and began wrestling with her dress and rummaging around for her panties. “Where are my panties?! And I have to take a bath somewhere before I can go home!” She finally found her panties, sopping wet and dripping, so she wadded them up and held them in her paw. Jiao pointed and said, “If you keep going that way there’s a bath, but it’s not free so you’ll have to pay or sneak in!” “Okay!” Mia nodded and waved goodbye as she dove under the tent and back onto the street, bouncing on her long legs toward the way Jiao pointed. She slowed down this time, not being chased, and took in the strange sights and sounds of this very... foreign place. People walked in all kinds of dress, from silks to furs to flannels and other fabrics, some men in pants, some in dresses and skirts, some women were barely dressed at all, and some wore robes that only showed their eyes through. She was sure she could hear at least a dozen different languages as she walked through the dirty indoor “streets.” A hundred different smells flooded her nose, smells that she had never encountered before mixed with familiar ones. Cooked meats hung outside makeshift restaurants, carcasses of animals she had never seen before, hung from hooks and turned over fires, and vegetables she didn’t recognize were cut to pieces and dropped into stewpots or stuck on long skewers. She thought to herself that one day she had to come here with some money from Papa, so she could try some of this tasty-smelling food. Finally she got to another large tent, almost as big as a house, with an actual roof on it. Steam leaked out from under the bottom and the top of the tent, and a large goat-looking man stood at the door. He had huge horns that protruded from a large turban, and was wearing a shirt that seemed much too large for him, the arms filling out like balloons at the tightly-tied wrists. Over that shirt he wore a vest that hung low at his knees, and was tied with a sash around his waist. His pants as well seemed to be a few sizes too big, and were tucked into knee-high leather boots. Beside him was a sign that had a lot of different writings on it in many different languages, but on the bottom she could see in english, “BATH DAY FOR A GROAT.” She dug around in her pockets and rummaged around, but only found a farthing. She walked up and held the farthing up to him, making the best sad pitiful eyes she could, pouting sadly and making her lip quiver. “P-please sir, I only have a farthing...” He looked down at her and took the coin out of her hand, and examined it. “Oh thank you sir, thank you!” He snorted loudly in her face, a little phlegm sticking to her forehead, and took the coin in his teeth, holding it tight, and bending it in half, and snapping it, throwing one half away and spitting the other at her. Mia’s ears turned red and she looked at the floor, clenching her teeth so hard she thought they might break, but just walked away. She scurried around the corner and watched him, looking for a way around the huge goat-man-thing. The tent was in the very corner against the walls of the cargo bay, but the door was in the center of one of the walls. So all she had to do was get around to the other wall... She looked around trying to see, tents were packed so close side-by-side that she didn’t think she would be able to work her way around. She looked around through the streets and decided she would circle around, and crawl against the wall to get around to the back side of the bath house. She wandered around the tents and stalls, her tail wrapped tightly around her leg as she clutched her panties in her little paw, keeping them concealed as best she could. She felt the cool air between her legs, chilling her wet thighs and making her shiver as she walked around to the wall and pressed her cheek to it to peer down the wall. All the tents were close against the wall, so she couldn’t see all the way down. She looked up for pipes or something else to climb over on, but all there was were steam pipes, which sweated and were obviously too hot to touch. She sighed and got down on all fours, and started to crawl under the first tent of almost a dozen to get to the baths. The the first tent had heavy leather walls and she struggled to get under them, her bare little rump up in the air as she forced her head under the bottom and started worming her way through. The loud smell of spices hit her nose and she gasped once, and clasped her nose trying not to sneeze. She was underneath a table, and could see large, bovine legs towards the front. She held her breath as best she could, and finally the sneeze went away. She sighed with relief and crawled across. One after another she snuck through the tents, the spice tent, a basketmaker’s tent, a weaver, some type of fabric merchant, and a butcher. Finally she could smell the steam of the bathhouse, and began wriggling her way under the thick, heavy silk walls. She looked around, examining the area before she crawled in. The tent was separated, luckily, into several smaller interior rooms. From her low angle she couldn’t see much beside high wooden walls with bamboo leading into them, jointed and assembled like wooden pipes. her head tilted and she traced them curiously, popping inside the tent to follow the pipes. They led to the large, main steam pipes, where they were tied down with rope and sealed with tar. “They broke into the steam exhaust...” She whispered to herself quietly as the baths bubbled. “Basque dut nahi nuen, ez delako etorri elkarrizketa ingelesez idazten!” A deep male voice hollered behind her. Her tail jolted and she hid at the bottom of the tub wall, praying that they didn’t see her. “Hau da, benetan alferrak idatziz,, baina aitzakiak ez dut!” Another male voice rang out in an argumentative tone. She heard water splash as someone hit the water angrily. “Hau bortxaketa eszena bat egiteko tentazioa nintzen, baina erabaki ez Corm ez luke delako nahi dut, beraz, hobe izango duzu asko eskertzen du, oso!” The other male laughed and Mia heard slapping as a large black feline foot fell right beside her, dripping water down on her as another one fell. She shrank into the wall of the tub, holding her breath out staying as small as she could. “Batzuk izozkiarekin pastela, edo edari batzuk oso beroa eztarrian sentitzen hobeto egin nahi dut.Jainkoaren maldita eztarrian mina.” Hooved feet clacked on the floor as they stood over her. She looked up and saw an older black panther and reddish-brown bull, and blushed at their complete nakedness. She had never seen a naked man before, and she was surprised at the size of their manhoods. “How is that supposed to fit in...?” She thought to herself as they wrapped towels around themselves and stepped walked out, patting each other's backs. She sighed deeply and stood up, quickly throwing her dress off and jumping in the bath. She couldn’t find any soap, so she took her hands and scrubbed all over the insides of her legs, trying to get the matted juice out. She dipped in her panties and wrung them, getting them as dry as she possibly could before setting them over the side of the tub to dry. She sat down in the water up to her nose, and let herself soak in the hot steamy water, wriggling her toes and bum getting good and comfortable. She let out a sigh and it bubbled through the water as her little toes stuck out of the top of the water. She suddenly felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, before finally shutting drowzily. Her nose and throat stung sharply as she breathed in the steaming water. Her eyes shot open as she was violently brought out of her nap. She thrashed and wressled around in the water trying to get lose, but a firm, large hand clenched down on her head like a bowler palming a ball. She gripped and clawed at the thick muscled arm, but it felt like thick leather. She felt herself lifted up and gripped at his wrist, almost choking from the strain on her neck. She coughed and sputtered as she hung there kicking at empty air, his arm even longer than her legs. “AAh! L-LEMME GO!” She screamed out coughing as she opened her eyes to see a grey rhinoceros, standing nude, his front horn touching the top of the tent as he stood straight up dangling her in the steamy air. “Vijana mwizi panya! Hakuwa wewe kujifunza yoyote bora kutoka kwa wazazi wako?!” He roared out, his breath smelling like rotten vegetables and his teeth yellow with a texture like old wet wood. He squeezed her head tightly and threw her out the flap into the narrow hallway of connected inner tents, dripping wet and naked, the cold metal floor freezing her skinny rump. “Oooowie...” She rubbed her bare bum trying to rub the pain out. The flap opened and her dress landed in her lap. She looked up and her panties smacked her straight in the face. “AK!” She hollered out as the wet panties hit her face. “Mimi kulalamika kwa sauti kubwa sana wewe, kwa sauti ya kulalamika katika wewe, kulalamika kwa hasira ni nini i am doing, unaweza kusikia mimi kulalamika saa wewe kwa sauti kubwa?!” He shook his fist threateningly at her and roared out, veins popping out of his neck and forehead. Mia grabbed her clothes and jumped up, running toward the front flap. She threw her dress over her shoulder and ran, bouncing on one foot a she pulled up her mostly-dry panties. She got one foot in and switched feet, bouncing toward the exit. She stepped into her panties and her claw caught on the waist. She tripped and fell forward into a roll, tumbling through the tentflaps and between the huge goat’s legs. She found her way to her feet, and she heard hooved stomping behind her as the goat yelled angrily. “KÜÇÜK HIRSIZ! BURAYA GERI ALIN!” He yelled as he started go run after her. Mia could feel the ground quaking roughly with the goat’s stomping steps. She could hear his deep roaring bleats behind her, cursing in a foreign language as she bounded through the makeshift streets in naught but her panties, her dress still flung over her shoulder. People gasped and murmured in their own languages as the six-plus foot tall goat chased a half-naked jerboa girl. A few people stood out behind her trying to block his way, but he lowered his head and battered through with his long curled horns, knocking everything in his way aside. She ran to where she knew the door to the cargo bay should be, and she was right. The door was simply a metal grate, with two of the ship’s guards standing on the opposite side. She was suddenly grateful that her dress was so ripped as she pulled it over her head hurriedly. She ran up to the door and shook it, startling the guards and making them turn, a fluffy-faced grey terrier and a thick-whiskered white and tan cat. “How in heaven’s name did you get in there, little one?” The cat said as he opened the door. “Waitaminute!” The dog barked out as he held the door shut. “Say sumfin poppet.” He looked at her critically, an eyebrow raised. Mia looked up pouting again, her little lips quivering as much as she could muster. Her ears drooped and she looked up at him, her purple eyes shimmering with the tiniest teasing tear at the corner of her eye. “P-please, mister, let me back in. I got lost, and I didn’t know how to get back... hic” She hiccupped as if beginning to cry, and the cat pushed the dog’s hand away from the door, opening it quickly. “Come on little one.” She ran through and looked back as the goat watched her go through the door, his face showing bright red even through his dark fur. “Nyeeeeeeeeh!!!!” She stuck her tongue out and waved goodbye at him victoriously as the guards shut and locked the heavy cast-iron door. As they turned around she smiled up innocently at them, and the goat bleated angrily as he stomped off. “T-thank you, sirs. I can find my way back to my parents’ room from here! Bye!” “Wait-!” The dog started to call to her, but she was already gone. Nancy giggled wildly as she sat on Howard’s shoulders in the pool, the skirt of her bathing suit keeping him half-blinded she locked fingers with a blood bay-coated pony mare whose silky black mane was tied into a series of ornately beaded braids. “Come on, love! You can out-wrestle a mouse!” The Grullo stallion that held up the mare shouted as Howard shakily held Nancy, his feet unable to touch the bottom like the stallion could. “Oh, shut it Martin! At least we’re not cheating by standing on the bottom!” Howard hollered out from underneath Nancy’s bright pink skirt. “I can’t help how short you are, so stop whining!” The stallion clutched the mare’s hooves tightly in his thick, black-furred hands. “Haha! They’re arguing like schoolboys and all they have to do is hold us up!” The mare laughed as she tugged and twisted at Nancy, trying her best to twist her off of Howard’s shoulders. “EEE! OOOF! Aha!” Nancy grunted and exclaimed triumphantly as she wrestled the pretty mare. “You’d best ignore them Genevieve if you don’t want upended!” Genevieve and Nancy struggled in the clean, crystal water, their bathing suits clinging to them tightly as they played. Some of the younger men that were splaying and sitting around the edges of the pool watched the quite attractive women playing with eachother. Genevieve was younger, her rump was much fuller than Nancy’s, as was her bust. Her thighs wrapped around Martin’s head almost smothering him, and her braided main whipped around behind her smacking his back occasionally. Genevieve’s was sparse, the legs going just barely halfway to her knees, and her neckline was quite low, hinting provocatively at her cleavage. It was black, and wet as it was shone like black glass or onyx, and the legs, waist, and neck were all decorated with pink ribbons that matched the ribbons on her mane and tail. Nancy was nowhere near as buxom as Genevieve was, but her figure was... pleasing, nonetheless. Her breasts showed quite well under her bright yellow top, very pert and firm for their size. Her behind was small for her size, but not flat, and her thighs had a just a little bit of softness to them, but their length and slenderness made them seem to go on forever. Her top was yellow, with short sleeves and a “V” neck, with green stripes at the collar, waist, and sleeves. She wore green ribbons around her slender ankles, bringing even more attention to her beautiful legs and large, soft, pedicured footpaws, with green painted claws. Suddenly and out of nowhere a blue blur flew into Nancy from the edge of the pool. “MOMMY!!!!!” Nancy laughed as she went careening into the water and landed with a loud splash, Mia hugging her tightly before going back up to the surface. “Hahaha Mia! What has mommy’s little angel been up to today?” She spun her daughter around in the water. Martin tossed Genevieve in as well, with a loud splash and started to horseplay with her, wrestling and chasing her around the pool, grabbing at her hooves and tail as she swam away giggling. “I’ve just been exploring the ship today, mommy!” She exclaimed the half-truth with a practiced innocent smile. “There’s so many amazing things here that I’ve never seen before! And I made a new friend!” Mia bounced in her mother’s arms excitedly and splashed her father as he came up from behind and tackled them both. “HUZZAH!” He yelled as he pulled them down into the water with him. After a long while of playing in the pool Howard finally took Mia up on his shoulder and began to carry her out. “Papa!!! I’m not done playing yet! Please!!” Mia begged as her father stepped out of the pool with her hoisted on his shoulder. “I’m sorry darling, but we need to go and get bathed and ready for dinner with Marten and Genevieve. They’re good old friends, you know!” He patted her butt gently as he kept her over his shoulder, and she giggled and struggled playfully. She picked her head up and saw her mother walking behind them, fixing her hat as she watched Howard’s bum in his wet, clinging swimsuit. Mia blushed and kicked at her papa’s chest and belly playfully. “Let me down, Papa! I wanna wa-aaaaaaaaaalk!” She whined giggling and her father swung her around by her ankles, putting her on his shoulders. “No can do, poppet!” Mia held onto Howard’s ears tightly laughing as he bounced her. “I’ve gone too long without papa’s little princess, so I’m going to enjoy this for a while longer.” Mia tugged her papa’s ears roughly pulling his head side-to-side, trying to guide him like a horse. She stuck her heels into his ribs spurring him on and laughed. “Hyah! Get along, Papa!” Howard grunted a little as he laughed when she spurred him. “This horse is tired from swimming all day, love. Why don’t we just have a nice walk back?” Nancy stepped beside him and gave him a nice smack on his rump, smiling at him slyly under her hat. “Why don’t you just give a little trot, Howie?” Howard smiled back at her and gave a little nod. “Hold on tight Mia!” He hollered as started his jog back, showing off his nice tight rump for Nancy. They all got changed, Mia into her special china dress, Nancy in a puffed-up, yellow, lacy thing, and Howard in a nice, very flattering black suit. They went together to the ship’s restaurant meet Martin and Genevieve. Mia was shocked at how lavish it all was. The floors were mirror-polished marble, reflecting the shimmering gaslights from the golden chandeliers like a thousand little diamonds, or a sky full of shimmering stars. The tables and chairs were ornately carved with floral patterns, the armrests and legs in the shape of seahorses. The cushions of the seats were a teal leather, a floral design stamped into them giving them a nice, comfortable texture. The waiters all wore long-tailed vests, with bowties, pocket squares, and even socks that matched the color of the seats. Martin and Howard regaled the girls with stories from the navy. Most were funny, but a few were real swashbuckling affairs, Martin relating to the girls Howard’s particular skills at boarding, being able to bound from ship-to-ship, and climb rigging like an ape. Howard wouldn’t let himself be outdone though, and relayed the story of how Martin single-handedly drug a forty-pound cannon from one side of the ship to the other and fired it on some Indian pirates, dropping them right out of the air. Nancy and Genevieve waved off their husbands’ stories and went on talking about their own subjects, particularly giving advice on being a navywife, from one former socialite princess to another. Honestly Mia could barely comprehend Genevieve and Nancy’s conversations, being mostly about fashions and cleaning products and techniques, and an occasional aside to complain about the constant absences of their mates. But the men, their conversation held her attention fully. Ships and technology and adventure and EVERYTHING about being aboard ship, not a pleasure cruise like this, but a real ship, a NAVY ship! She could barely stay in her seat, the tales of pirates and profiteers, of rough skies in shaky ships, of dallies and adventures in faraway lands, that the eyes of civilized men hadn’t yet encountered, of everything that she wanted to be and do and see! The night was a long one for the adults, and it was not long before it was too late for Mia, especially after her very long and eventful day. She slumped over in her chair asleep for almost an hour with her ears hanging down over her face like curtains before finally Martin noticed her. “I think your girl’s about had it, Nan!” He said with a chuckle. Nancy looked over and lifted Mia’s ears that covered her tightly shut lids, and turned to the stallion whispering. “Well it’s you mens’ fault, you bored her to death with all your sailing talk!” She stood up and pushed her chair in, gently pushing Mia back in her chair so that they could pick her up. “I think this is it for us tonight, Marty-boy. Gotta get the little one to bed.” Howard walked around to his daughter and gently hoisted her up and held her tight to his chest. Mia snored demurely as they carried her back to their room, Nancy fixing her hair where it was mussed and adjusting her hairpin. Howard kisses her gently all about her ears and forehead as her head buried into his shoulder. Her tail wrapped around her waist tightly and she buried her face deeper into his shoulder to hide from the bright lights of the ship. When they finally made it to her room they unfolded her little china dress and wrapped her in her sheets, letting her sleep in just her panties just for tonight. The girl tossed and turned in her sleep, in her dreams the captain of one of His Majesty’s ships, swinging on the ropes, cutlass in hand, to board some blackguard's ship. She wore her tricorn hat with its big feather, her heavy leather doublet, and her wool britches, never having felt more comfortable or more in her own skin before. Throughout the night she sailed and sunk ships and rescued kidnapped princes and adventured through the known world and even beyond! Her dreams carried her to faraway China, to India, to Russia, and even to the mysterious Japanese islands, shrouded in their heavy fog. Her dreams...