Three at Sea Chapter 1: Shipfever Attainment rocked gently from side to side, causing one of Dane’s pencils to roll across his outstretched map. The bear placed the wooden pencil in a cup on his map table, and brought a brown paw up to his face and rubbed his tired eyes. Thinking, he began tapping a finger on the end of his snout. He had been studying the maps and weather all morning, and couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that maybe they weren’t on their designated route. It was now their 25th day at sea onboard Attainment, and Dane had predicted they would have see at least some piece of land a couple days ago. But since setting out from Saltport last month, all they have seen is nothing but ocean. Dane pulled a small tin box out of his breast pocket. He opened it and shook one of its contents into his mouth, tonguing the mint around the inside of his muzzle. Turning around and leaning against the map table, he gazed out the forward window. Outside, on the front of Attainment, a orange cat was on his knees, busy fastening some ropes onto the deck. It was a cloudless, tropical day, and the cat was wearing green shorts and a tank top spotted with sweat and sea-water spray. Apparently finished with his work, the cat stood upright and pulled the silver chain which had been dangling from his neck back under his tank top. He wiped his brow and glanced through the window toward Dane. Their eyes locked for a second and Dane did a small smile of acknowledgment. The cat quickly looked away, searching the deck for something else that needed his attention. On such a bright day, maybe Gell didn’t see Dane through the window. Dane turned his attention back to the inside of the bridge, making sure the ship’s controls were all arranged correctly. He adjusted a few knobs, only to turn them back to their original configuration. They didn’t need any adjusting, but Dane tried to occupy his mind as his thoughts slipped from managing Attainment to the shipmates whom he shared this boat with. It was hard to put into words what Gell’s exact position onboard Attainment was, but Dane was sure without the cat the whole ship would fall apart. The orange cat, amongst a thousand other jobs, also cooked and cleaned. Dane glanced upward from the navigation panel out the window once again. Gell was bent over, tightening a screw or something on the side of the deck. His long, thin tail flicked in the air above his back. The tail was orange like the majority of the cat’s fur, except for the very tip which was white. When he met Gell at sailing university in Saltport several years ago, for some reason this was one of the first things Dane noticed about the cat. Dane’s eyes followed the tail downward, to the base on the lower back, to the shorts that only came halfway down the skinny cat’s knees... “Ey cap’n!” Dane jolted upright and swallowed his mint out of surprise, letting out a small gagging cough. He spun around, angry at the only other person it could have been aboard the ship. “Iya! One of these days I’m going to be sailing the ship, and your shouting is going to be what makes me steer it into a pile of rocks.” Iya smiled her toothy smile and placed a wrist on the side of her hip. She was standing the doorway between the bridge and the outside deck. “Ain’t my fault you’re so jumpy, cap’n.” “I don’t know why you keep calling me that, Iya.” Dane started fiddling with the navigation controls, trying to make it look like she interrupted him doing something important. Iya leaned against the doorway and folded her arms in front of her chest. “Well y’know, it is yer name registered as ‘captain’ with the College. Anyway, desalinator’s workin’ again. Be happy we don’t hafta wash with salt water anymore.” That did make Dane happy. His fur was starting to get crusty from the sea water showers. For the past two days all their fresh water had been rationed for drinking and cooking, but thanks to Iya one of the most important pieces of machinery onboard the ship was working again. Dane turned around to thank the Iya, but the word stopped short in his throat as soon as he saw the rabbit. Iya was wearing her light grey flat cap as usual with her ears flattened down backwards. Her light blue jumpsuit had the first few top buttons unbuttoned, and she still had her arms folded, right underneath her large breasts. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath the jumpsuit, and Dane could clearly see two perky nipples under the dark blue cloth. Iya brought her white-furred shoulders up a little, making her incredible cleavage all the more present. Back in Saltport, no female would dare wear something so provocative in public, but they sailed out from the Empire’s territory weeks ago. Out here, there were no laws or social norms, nothing to protect or oppress them. It was only the three of them, Attainment, and the sea. In the few seconds that Dane had been obviously staring at Iya’s bossom, the rabbit had glanced out the window. It was entirely possible that she saw Dane’s gawking out of the corner of her eye, but Dane sincerely hoped not. Even though he was not truly the captain onboard the ship, he still enjoyed giving off the impression of a calm, well put-together person that others could look up to. But day by day Dane had felt some “urges” growing, at first ignorable, but now almost torturous. When the rabbit and bear’s eyes made contact, Dane cleared his throat, still chilled from his swallowed mint, and sputtered out a sentence. “That’s, uh, fantastic Iya. Good work. Good job.” “Um, thanks. I still needa take a look at the solar sails. Section D has been some problem as of late.” She turned and stepped out onto the deck. “Ey, Gell!” The cat looked up from his maintenance. “I think you got somethin’ on your line,” Iya said, gesturing toward the back of the ship. Gell smiled and made his way to the aft. Fishing was one of his favorite jobs onboard, one of the few things that felt more like recreation than labor. Using all of his willpower, Dane kept his attention focused on the control panel and not on the curvy figure of the female rabbit standing in his doorway, with her round hips and white cottontail sticking out a slit in the jumpsuit. Just keep focused on your work, Dane the bear told himself. We’ll get to the Moji Islands soon enough. Though the temperature was now steadily dropping outside, Dane became aware that he was sweating profusely, and made a mental note to take a shower before dinner. The sun was sinking toward the horizon, bringing their 25th day at sea to a close. And he still had that horrible feeling they should have seen land by now. After a few more hours of studying maps and making sure the ship’s navigation was set for the night, Dane went below deck to the ship’s one bathroom to take a shower. It was hardly a fancy shower, just big enough to fit his ursine body, but given that many of the Empire’s ships didn’t even have showers meant that none of them could complain. After cleaning up and changing into his evening wear, a cardigan and black slacks, he went to the kitchen and dinning compartment to find his two shipmates relaxing. Gell had in fact caught a fish, a rather big one with rainbow colored scales, and was grilling it along with a pot of cooking rice. The ship smelled of sizzling fish and peppery spices, and Dane sat down, realizing how hungry he was. “Evenin’ Dane,” Iya said, playing a card game by herself at the table. She had on a white t-shirt and tan cargo pants, two colors that mimicked the rabbit’s own fur scheme. She was also barefoot, something that Dane never understood. The rabbit only seemed to wear sandals when she was below deck working in the engine room, but otherwise walked around the ship with bare paws. Dane had mentioned the danger of stepping on a screw or splinter but, being the stubborn rabbit she is, Iya ignored his advice. “Hello Dane,” Gell said without turning around. He was wearing his green shorts and a light blue colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up as he put the finishing touches on their meal. Oil spattered onto his apron as he brought the heat up briefly, then down completely, turning the electric stove off. “Almost done,” the cat said. “What have we got on the menu tonight?” Dane asked, pouring himself a glass of water. “Rainbow bull,” Gell said. He began separating the fish and rice onto three different plates. “Hmm, never heard of it. You’ve ever had that fish before?” “No.” “Well, let’s see if it don’t kill us, huh?” Iya said, sweeping the playing cards back into her paws. Gell placed the three plates on the table and sat down on the outer chair, Iya and Dane sitting on the booth against the wall. Iya immediately dug into the fish, not even bothering to pick up the silverware Gell had set. Gell bowed his head and closed his eyes, muttering a small prayer. Dane wasn’t religious, but always waited until Gell was done to begin eating. It was a nice gesture being that Gell was the one who cooked the food, and it was only a few seconds anyway. The three of them ate their meal in silence, Iya finishing first like usual. She stood up, licked her plate clean, then tossed it in the sink. She walked back through the curtain into the sleeping quarters. The two male shipmates finished eating and sat in silence for a minute. Dane couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward when he was alone with another one of his shipmates. Being that Attainment was a rather small ship, really just a boat, privacy was almost nonexistent, but there were times when he was just alone with either Gell or Iya and felt the energy in the room change. Iya at least liked to break the tension with joking, but Gell was so quiet that conversation was always a struggle. Dane had known Gell was never much of a talker since they met at the Imperial College of Navigation in Saltport, but now that he lived with him 24/7 he realized how introverted the cat really was. “So, I think we’re on course to see land any day now,” Dane said. It was a bit of a lie, but at least it was something. “That’s good,” Gell said. With nothing else to add to the conversation, the cat collected the dirty plates and silverware off the table and went to the sink. Dane sat tapping a claw on the table, thinking of more to talk about, when Iya burst through the curtains holding a bottle in her hand. “Iya, what’s that?” Dane asked. The rectangular bottle had a torn-off label and contained almost two liters of a clear liquid. Iya sat down in the outer chair and placed (more liked slammed) the bottle on the table. “Oh, just some medication,” Iya said, unscrewing the top. She slid it across the small table into Dane’s paw. Dane brought the open bottle to his black nose and immediately recoiled back. “Oof, what is it?” he said, his eyes squinted and watering. “Gin!” Iya said with a laugh. “A gift from my older brother ‘fore we set sail. Been holdin’ it for a special day.” Dane held the bottle against the light coming from the ceiling. At least an 1/8th of the bottle was already gone. “Well it doesn’t look like you’ve really been saving it. And you know we’re not really supposed to have alcohol onboard the ship.” Iya shrugged her shoulders and made an innocent look on her face. “What’s the special occasion anyway?” Iya began explaining. “Well, we’re set to land on one of those islands any day now, right?” Dane nodded his head, feeling a small pang of guilt. “So, I was thinkin’, once we’re landed, we’ve got a lot of explorin’ and work to do. So while we’re still free, out here in the middle of the heavens-forsaken ocean, why not get pissed?” Leaning her chair back, Iya tilted her head straight backwards and looked at Gell upside-down. If she were wearing her flat cap, it would have fallen off in this silly position. “Three cups, please!” Gell hesitated, but brought three glass cups to the table and sat down next to Dane on the booth. Iya was already pouring the gin when Dane said, “Okay... but after tonight, we’re throwing that bottle overboard. If the College finds out, I’d be the one getting in trouble, being that I’m technically the captain...” “How the hell they gonna find out?” The cups were all filled, and Iya raised her hand above the table with a glass in hand. “Cheers!” Dane brought his cup up as well, and the two of them waited for Gell. The cat hadn’t touched his glass yet, and had a very nervous look on his face. “Well, kitty-boy? You gonna join us?” Iya said. “I’ve, um, I... don’t drink. I... can’t.” “Really? This is how you repay all my gratitude?” Iya said. “Hey Iya. He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to. He’s being the smart one here.” Iya grabbed the cat’s cup and poured its portion into her and Dane’s glass. Then, pouring some water from the pitcher into Gell’s glass, she slid it back into his paw. “There, at leas’ you can pretend. Cheers!” she said again, and gulped the drink down. Dane brought the booze to his lips, and did his best not to gag from the burn as the liquid slid across his tongue. The stuff tasted like medical alcohol and sent shivers all over his body. He scrunched his face and pursed his lips at the end of his snout. Iya laughed and poured another serving for herself and Dane, while Gell poured himself another glass of water. “How is it?” Gell asked. “Pah, you’re not missing anything, Gell,” Dane said, his belly burning. After seeing Iya shoot another one down, Dane followed suit, this time burning less than before, but still leaving a dry taste in his mouth. Iya poured them two more, evident that she was about to pound another. Dane outstretched his paw to stop her. “Hold on, are we just going to drink until we pass out? How about we actually do something with this?” “What d’ya mean?” Iya asked. “Do you know any games?” Dane asked. Iya slapped a deck of cards on the table. She showed the two of them a game that they were sure she was making up at first. Dane and Gell had two more drinks (Gell’s being water, of course), and Iya had at least three more gins. After playing a strange card slapping game, “mousefuck” Iya called it, for an hour or so, Dane undoubtedly felt the alcohol kicking in. His head was buzzing pleasantly, and he was laughing and smiling at almost everything Iya was saying. He honestly couldn’t tell if she was getting funnier and louder, or if it was just his drunken perception of her. Even Gell, who wasn’t drinking anything but water, made a couple witty cracks at his shipmates that Dane didn’t think he was capable of. They had finished playing mousefuck and somehow started on “truth or dare.” Dane had forgotten all about the stress of not sighting land and the awkward tension between his shipmates. It was his turn. “Ha, okay okay, Gell. Gell. I dare...” Dane grabbed the salt shaker on the dining table and shook an ample amount into the cat’s water. Iya was giggling, and Gell had a look of playful surprise on his face. “I dare you to drink this.” With not a moment’s hesitation Gell brought the cup to his mouth and downed the entire glass of salt water. He made a look of slight disgust and exhaled through his teeth. “My turn. Iya,” Gell said. “Truth!” Iya nearly yelled. “Truth. What is your real age?” “Fuck you!” she said. “You’re ‘fuck you’ years old?” Gell said with a dry smile. “Cheeky. I’m 28, if you really needa know.” “Wow! You’re years older than us,” Dane said, playfully elbowing Gell on the booth next to him. “Alright, Dane. Truth or dare,” Iya said. “Truth.” “So... I’ve gotta question. Why are black bears so good at batball?” “What?” Dane said. “I mean, why are black bears so good at sports, like batball? Most the batball athletes I’ve seen been black bears. Why’s that?” “Wait,” Dane said, putting his glass on the table. “Do you think I’m a black bear?” Iya’s expression froze. Dane’s face broke into a big grin as he realized the rabbit’s mistake. “You think I’m a black bear? Really?!” “Look at yer fur!” Iya cried. “It’s brown! I’m a brown bear!” Dane placed his hand on Gell’s shoulder, and the two of them began laughing. Iya was clearly embarrassed. In the couple months that he’d known her he had never seen her embarrassed, and relished the moment. “It’s absolutely a dark brown. Anyone’s mistake, really...” she said. “Okay, I’ll give you another,” Dane said. He was definitely drunk by this point. “Dare.” Iya was quiet for a second, then said, “I dare you to kiss Gell.” “What?” “I dare you to kiss Gell,” she said a second time, completely serious. Dane’s smile faded away. He glanced at Gell who had a pensive look on his face. He suddenly felt completely sober. “I, uhh...” Something inside him wanted the game to end right there, for him to dive into bed and wake up the next morning and continue their mission with his shipmates being his shipmates and nothing more. But there was something else that made him hesitate, as if it were a doable dare. But before he could react, Dane’s eyes went wide as he felt Gell lean in next to him and plant his lips on his cheek. The cat left the lips there for a second, then he brought his head back, leaving a wet spot on the side of Dane’s face. Dane slowly turned to look at Gell, speechless at what had happened. Gell looked bashful, obviously worried that he might have made Dane angry. But Dane, in his drunken mix of emotions, was more confused than angry. The girl rabbit’s eyes were lit up and she had a wide grin plastered on her face. “Umm, uhh...” Dane stuttered. Iya stood up from her chair on the other side of the table. “You said dare. Fair’s fair.” She leaned in across the table toward Gell, who was looking more timid than usual, like he regretted what he just did. “My turn,” she said. With one arm supporting her on the table, the rabbit grabbed Gell’s buttoned shirt with her other hand. She pulled his face onto hers, and pressed their lips together. His eyes wide and body tense, Gell was completely taken back at first. But as Iya continued to press her mouth onto Gell, the feline began to loosen, almost melting in his seat. After several seconds, Iya pulled her lips off Gell’s face with a “mwah!”, her tongue hanging out, evident it had been exploring the inside of Gell’s muzzle. Gell looked completely relaxed, his eyes almost crossed. Dane’s face was flushed red, a mixture of arousal and alcohol. His crotch suddenly felt uncomfortable, and glancing down he realized under his black pants his member was half-erect, pushing at his black breeches. He looked back up, and saw Iya still leaning over the table, looking at him with a grin. “Do the boys wanna see a show?” she asked. In his lust and disbelief at the situation, all Dane could do was nod, and was sure Gell was also nodding beside him. Iya leaned back to her side of the table and placed her paws to the bottom of her shirt. In one swift move she brought the white t-shirt over her head and threw it on the kitchen floor. Unlike earlier that day, she was wearing a bra, a black one that firmly cupped her large breasts. Bouncing her eyes between the two boys, Iya easily slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, throwing it too on the floor. Her boobs, no longer supported by the bra, freely jiggled as she twisted and turned in front of the table. While her belly, chest, and arms had spots of tan fur in various places, her breasts were completely white, save for the dark pink nipples and lighter pink coin-sized areolas. Iya began playing with her boobs, pushing them together, almost touching the nipples together, and then releasing them and letting them jiggle back to their original positions. Dane was fully hypnotized by the lapine’s bouncing breasts, the blood rushing all through his head and genitals. He was now painfully aware of his rock hard penis, and how much it demanded for attention. He migrated his right paw downward and began rubbing the outline of his dick on top of his black pants. Iya licked the fingers on both of her paws and tweaked her erect nipples, groaning in pleasure. Dane leered sideways at the cat sitting next to him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Gell’s mouth open wide, his eyes fixated on the rabbit’s bouncing tits. On the right side of Gell, Dane could see the cat’s sky-blue eye, the left eye of his shipmate he knew was colored yellow. The feline’s heterochromia, his cute white-tipped tail, his skinny physique and smallish stature... Dane leaned left farther on the booth toward Gell, and saw he was just as erect as he was. Iya now had her right tit up to her mouth and was licking the nipple, running the thumb of her other hand run around the left breast. Lightly pawing his dick, Dane undid the buttons on his crotch. He sunk his thumb and forefinger into his fly, and stroked his cock underneath his pants, enjoying the show that was going on before him. Even in his intoxicated state, his privates still felt very sensitive, likely due to over a month’s lack of stimulation. Iya dropped her hands down to her side, eyes locked with Dane. “Someone want attention?” she asked. Dane brought the left corner of his mouth up and smiled a crooked smile. The initial disbelief had vanished, and now he just felt lust. He would love some attention. “Yes, please,” the bear said. Iya dropped below the table, so fast that almost for a second her tits seemed to hover upward. Dane leaned his back against the cushioned wall, and watched as Iya appeared under the table on her knees, her head right between his legs. She was licking and biting her lips with her large lagomorph front teeth. “Your cock is mine now, cap’n,” she said. That is all Dane wanted to hear at that moment. The bear brought his dick from out his open fly and into the electric kitchen light. His dark pink penis, while maybe below average in length, was very thick, which apparently caught Iya by surprise. “Wow! Ain’t ever seen a bear cock before.” She brought her head closer, almost touching it with her pink nose. Her bare boobs now pressed up against the bottom of the booth. Dane was enjoying himself. “Do you like what you see?” Iya began rubbing her little nose just under the head, the sensitivity sending shivers down Dane’s spine. The rabbit was deeply inhaling, taking in the bear’s scent, then exhaling, sending warm moist air all over Dane’s cock. She hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet, but such a sexy, busty rabbit giving him attention like this after a long period of chastity was just what he needed... and the fact that another guy was sitting right next to him viewing the whole thing for some reason made it all hotter. Iya hadn’t forgotten about Gell either. Still pressing her nose against the bear’s cock, she brought her hand to Gell’s green shorts. “Off with these, don’t cha think?” She put some fingers under the waistband, and began tugging down the right side of Gell’s pants. Gell hesitated momentarily, but, after a few seconds of squirming, unbuttoned the front of his shorts and unbuckled the tail loop in the back. He had his eyebrows pursed together in worry and embarrassment as Iya pulled the shorts off his legs from under the table. Both Iya and Dane watched in anticipation at what they were about to see. As the pants slid down and off his legs, Gell’s cock, just as erect as Dane’s, became visible. It had a very dark color, a glossy black, which was a great contrast to the cat’s colorful orange fur. Both their penises were humanoid, but Gell’s was noticeably skinnier than Dane’s cock, not as thick, but just a little longer. Whereas Dane naturally had very little foreskin, Gell’s foreskin almost covered the entire head, which itself was a little lighter in color than the rest of the cock, a dark rosy red. With Gell’s pants around his ankles now, Iya wasted no time in playing with the cat’s dick, turning back to Dane’s cock in front of her nose. Dane groaned and exhaled as Iya began lapping her tongue at the end of the bear’s dick. She was looking up at him sexily, smiling as she used her left paw to grab the base of his cock. Her right paw was busy exploring Gell’s genitals, tugging the cat’s orange scrotum, her fingers going up and down the black shaft. Gell was squirming in his seat, his face red and twitching in pleasure. Iya jerked his dick, her movements bringing the dark foreskin quickly up and down the cat’s glans. Dane had his arms leaned on top of the booth, outstretched in relaxed pleasure. Iya was bringing his dick farther and farther into her mouth with each bob of her head, her breasts swinging below. The top of his dick pressed against the roof of her mouth, and the wet friction along the rabbit’s tongue sent almost felt electric on the shaft. Gell meanwhile was twitching and making little noises, his eyes closed shut as Iya fapped away at his dick. Both Dane and Iya could see a bead of clear precum forming on the cat’s dark red head, glinting in the kitchen light. As the kneeling rabbit worked her mouth farther and farther down Dane’s member, she removed her left paw from the cock. She brought her hand down her body, pausing to squeeze her tits, then moved it into her own pants. She rubbed her clit, and sunk her middle finger in and out of her wet pussy, her masturbation bringing groans of pleasure from her throat. The vibration made its way onto Dane’s cock, which was now submerged deep in the rabbit’s mouth. Though still numbed by the gin, he felt an orgasm building deep within him. Gell grunted beside him, and Dane moved his left hand from the booth onto the cat’s upper back just below the collar of the shirt, sensually rubbing his feline companion’s neck and shoulder. The whole situation felt so strange and new to Dane, but filled with alcohol and lust he ignored the parts of his mind that told him this was wrong, that he should stop because his family and the Empire and everything else in the world said so. He continued rubbing and bringing his paw down the side of his cat friend, enjoying every second of the best blowjob if his life. Back in Saltport, most the women were too prude to do anything oral related, and the few times he had had sex it was always missionary. Here the topless rabbit below furiously fingered herself as she bobbed out all the way to Dane’s head, running her tongue a few times under the the sensitive part, and dove back in, nearly deep throating the whole thing. Her pillowy white tits swung and jiggled with her movements, and her fingers busily worked themselves in her pussy, bringing her close to cumming. It was all so free and uninhibited, and Dane loved it. The bear’s left paw was now on Gell’s bare thigh, inches away from the erect black cock. Iya was playing with the cat’s orange balls, and Dane saw his opportunity to do something he couldn’t deny he always wanted to do. With his heart thumping in his chest and a blossom of pleasure building deep in the bear’s loins, Dane gripped Gell’s cock. Gell gasped and cracked his eyes open. He saw that now his two shipmates were pawing at him, Iya his balls and Dane his dick, but the cat said nothing. Dane worked his thumb around the hole at the tip, rubbing the precum all around the head of the penis. He played with the tight foreskin, bringing it up and down the warm, twitching shaft. Dane could feel the cat’s heartbeat pounding away in the veins of his cock, and used his fingers to explore his friend’s sensitive member. It felt so surreal to be pleasing another man like this, but Dane knew they were both enjoying it. Dane was so busy playing with his friend’s cock that his orgasm almost snuck up on him. For a minute or so the bear forgot he was getting a blowjob from such a busty rabbit, he was enjoying exploring another male’s manhood like this. It wasn’t until he felt his hefty balls move around his brown sack and pull up into him that he realized he was about to cum. “Iya... I’m almost there...” Dane did his best to continue stroking Gell’s dick as the orgasm flowed over him. Iya pulled back, and Dane thought she was going to pull off completely when she stopped at the tip of his dick. With just her lips wrapped around his glans, the hole barely inside her mouth, he came. His warm seed spurted onto her tongue, and she groaned in pleasure with him as her masturbation finally brought her over the edge as well. With most his dick out of the rabbit’s mouth, Dane used his free hand to swipe up and down the saliva-covered shaft. Sweat dripped down the bear’s face, and all he said was “Oh yes...” as his dick jerked and spat cum into her mouth, which she swallowed eagerly. His cock’s pulsations slowed down, only bringing a few residual drops of cum from his tube that he milked into the rabbit’s mouth with one last pull. Iya slurped and swallowed the rest of his jizz with a loud gulp. Now that they were both on the tail end of their orgasm, Iya and Dane put their attention on Gell, who had yet to cum. His face was red and sweaty, and his arms were tense and twitching by his side. Dane was tightly grasping the feline’s dark cock, bringing his grip up and down the shaft as Iya continued to massage his balls. Iya gave the cat’s testicles a little tug as they pulled up into him, and smiled because she knew he was close. The first stream of cum shot so far and fast out of Gell it arched straight into the air and landed on top of the dining table. His orgasm was incredibly intense, and a high-pitched whine escaped his throat as Dane jerked his dick to the rhythmic twitches of his ejaculations. The next few squirts didn’t go quite as far, but still shot inches into the air before they landed on the booth or kitchen floor. While Gell was still in the middle of his ecstasy, Dane’s orgasm had subsided and he was in a buzzed afterglow. But seeing both his friends pleasured like this made Dane satisfied in a way that he loved and couldn’t explain. Gell’s orgasm died down, and Dane’s yanking became slow strokes as it was clear that the cat had no more seed left to give. Both Iya and Dane certainly milked it out of him though as Gell panted, his shirt and lower bottomless half wet with sweat. Dane removed his left paw, streaked with cum, and watched as the cat’s cock slowly softened. Iya crawled out from under the table and was sitting back in her chair. She placed her bare feet on the table, crossed, and held an unfinished glass of gin in her hand. She was still topless, and did nothing to conceal her tits, damp with sweat. She brought the glass to her mouth and sipped, her lips beaded with a few remaining drops of saliva and cum. While Iya looked completely relaxed and even satisfied at what had just taken place, Dane couldn’t help but feel suddenly awkward. Gell next to him was completely frozen and hadn’t moved since he came minutes before, his pants still around his ankles exposing his lower half. Finally, in a quick and rushed motion, the cat pulled the shorts up, not even bothering to fix the tail loop in the back. Without a word or a look, Gell stood up and made his way through the curtain into the sleeping quarters. Dane realized his now flaccid cock was still hanging out, and pulled it back through the fly into his pants. He didn’t feel regret at what they just did, and in fact felt liberated, even exuberant, but knew that the dynamic between all the three of them would never be the same. The topless bunny sipped on her gin, her legs still crossed on the table. “Dunno ‘bout you Saltporters, but that’s how we do it where I’m from,” she said. “I need a drink,” is all that Dane replied. Iya slid the bottle across the table toward the bear. Dane held it in his paws, and for a second made like he was going to poor some in his glass. “Fuck it,” he mumbled, and put the bottle neck to his lips. He did two, three large gulps, completely immune to the burn and taste at this point. Feeling dizzy from the alcohol and tired from the sex, the bear laid down on the booth, placing his head where the cat’s bare bottom had just been sitting. From there he could smell his friend’s musky cum, a strange but oddly comforting scent. He closed his eyes, and couldn’t tell if it was the boat or the alcohol that gave him the sensation of rocking. Just minutes later, the tendrils of sleep crept up on him and pulled him unconscious.