~Some Fantasies Aren’t Meant for Keeping
tags: gangbag, yuri, elf, mermaid, catgirl

Biscaye wasn’t sure how this was going to work. It was one thing to admit to her friends what was going through her mind when they first met; it was another entirely for them to think it a good idea. She probably shouldn’t have mentioned Felica’s role in those fantasies too. She expected Felica to simply dispel them with a laugh, instead she found herself aroused by them.
Captain Amelia had hired a temporary crew, consisting of more men than Biscaye could readily count. They were only on the boat for a one way trip that lasted a week. It was beneficial to Amelia, because she needed some lumber moved as she was doing some legitimate legwork for a change as a favour to a port authority who happens to think of her as a friend, but Amelia did make mention that every single one of the sailors she hired were men who would have no qualms with sharing a pretty lady.
Denny being responsible for the crew was the one who proposed the idea of making Biscaye’s sordid fantasy a reality, Felica loving the idea more and more with each sultry detail. Denny was a true first mate, strict regimens were nearly an obsession for the elf. The idea was simple, three times a day, after each meal, Felica and Biscaye would be tied up, naked or close to, for the enjoyment of the crew. The two of them would focus on each other, cleaning each other of any cum in preparation for the next cock to be devoid of sloppy seconds. Denny did point out that any of the men who would take them up the back door would be unlikely to care, so they shouldn’t bother going that extra awkward step. The men could fuck them any which way they pleased.
	“What about safety…” mumbled Biscaye, suddenly aware of all the ways it could go wrong.
	“Cap’n says she’ll have that all sorted by the time it starts.”
	“Are you two joining in?” asked Felica.
	“Being tied up? No, we’ve got a ship to run. Other ways… we’ll see.”
Felica was a little disappointed, she wanted Denny to be there with her.
	“By… ‘any way the men please’… isn’t that leaving it open for… badness?” Biscaye found herself reddening.
	“Again cap’n will keep you from being in any bad way. Her ship, she has to be the leader. Besides, she fancies the two of you something fierce, any mistreatment and she will sort it quick-smart. No, what I’d be worried about it how well you pace yourself.”
Biscaye looked at Felica and started stroking her cat ears, “what if they stick it in there…?”
	“I don’t mind it actually, feels weird but dicks aren’t small enough to get where it’s likely to cause real damage,” Felica shrugged, “though it does block my hearing, so I’d appreciate it if you did clear them from time to time.”
	“Can’t they get infected? Like with swimmers ear?” asked Denny.
	“That is a risk I guess, but I’ve enough experience I can look after myself. There’s a draught I learned from another wildling that can break cum down with just the fumes. Stick my head over that every now and then and I’ll be good.”
Denny nodded and levelled a meaningful gaze on the two of them, “You sure you want to do this?”
Felica nodded, “Fuck yes, you only live once!”
	“I… I feel useless sometimes only being called out when the ocean floor needs to be dredged…” muttered Biscaye, “It’ll be nice to be the crew’s fucktoy, I think. Thinking of all those cocks… I need a moment in my bunk before I start just thinking about it!”
Felica answered Biscaye when she slunk off her seat and pulled Biscaye’s skirt up and slipped her tongue between the merrow’s pussy lips, to her delighted moan.
	“Well, just remember, this is happening three times a day for every day of the week until we get there. I hope you’re up to the task!”
Felica purred, which vibrated up into Biscaye’s pussy, causing a gasp to escape her lips.
	“I… I’ll do my best!” Biscaye threw a fist into the air, “I’ll drink all that cum from Felica’s pussy for the men!”
Denny shook her head with a smile, “That’s our girl.”

***

The moment of truth had arrived. Denny bound Felica and Biscaye by a padlocked collar to the central mast. Denny gave a hearty wink, “I’ll be keeping the key ‘somewhere safe’, I expect the two of you to have enough tongue dexterity to fish it out!”
	“Aye ma’am,” purred Felica, “but why the locks?”
	“So only I can decide when you come down.”
	“I… I know you and the captain won’t be joining us on the mast… but will you be fucking us too?” Biscaye asked earnestly.
	“Maybe, depends if we can I suppose.”
Biscaye smiled, “I… I would like that if you did.”
Shortly after the conversation, the crew all came out for induction. They had already familiarised themselves with the ship, so there wasn’t much ground left for Amelia to cover.
Biscaye was going mad with the anticipation, Amelia was spending a lot of time on the ground rules and she was getting horny just looking at the men. While there were a few rotten looking ones here and there, for the most part they were a rugged lot, if they weren’t handsome in some way they were at least ‘okay’, and Biscaye just wanted to be fucked already. Felica had taken to grooming herself, too laid back to work herself up into an anxious frenzy.
Amelia however needed to do this for her own benefit, the captain had a strong stature and intended to keep her dominance over the crew as the paramount priority. These were normally privateer and pirate rascals after all.
	“My rules on this ship are laid back as you can tell, I don’t even care if you drag your feet as long as the work is done to my first mate’s schedule. But, if you disobey me, I’ll lash you. If you abandon your post, I’ll lash you. Clear!”
A grunt of reply was heard from the crew.
Amelia turned to Felica and Biscaye, “You’ve met my first mate and I, now for the other two permanent members of this crew. Felica’s the little wildling and Biscayne is the mermaid. I bet none of you have stuck your dick in either before, so here’s your chance. These two have volunteered their bodies for your entertainment. Denny, take it from here!”
The elf stood proudly with hands on hips, “Three times a day after every meal, every day you’re on this ship, I’ll be chaining them to the mast. You have a small window in that time to fuck your fill. Their services are open to all, don’t be fucking greedy, plant your seed then tap out for the next crew member as there are quite a lot of you.”
The crew were a bit stunned, not being accustomed to such a… luxury. They waited silently for their commanders to speak.
Amelia took back the podium, “Ground rules for using our little volunteers. Number one, they are still my crew and more than that, they are my friends. I need them in one piece. You mistreat them, beat them, whatever have you and I’ll cut you groin to ear. Number two, if at any point they say no and tell you to fuck off, I expect you to comply, else I’ll lash you till I score the bones open. Number three, this is a privilege, not a right. It will be revoked for any crew member who pisses me off. Am I clear!?”
	“All clear cap’n!” the crew called.
One man stepped forward from the crew, a gnarled looking older man with mostly wooden teeth, “Why aren’t you joining them ‘captain’,” he spat, “There’s dozens of men behind me, near on a hundred by my reckoning, and there’s only four of you ladies. What’s stopping us from simply taking the four of you and raping the fuck out of you till you squeal like the whore you are-“
Amelia cut the man’s rant short when she approached and, in the same motion as she drew it, swept the tip of her rapier across the man’s throat. He stumbled to the ground, bug-eyed and gasping for breath.
	“Anyone else planning to FUCKING MUTINY ON MY SHIP!?” roared Amelia, “There are only four permanent crew on my ship! Do you comprehend what that means? That fucking means that we have been outnumbered every time a privateer or a rival pirate has boarded us. Every fucking time, we have come out on top, over their dead fucking bodies. If we were boarded right now, Denny would unlock those two and the four of us will take every last one of their fucking heads with or without your help. I need you because fucked if I’m hauling this hardwood on my own. I need nothing else from you that I cannot have myself or Denny do in your stead. Any dereliction of duty that jeopardizes the ship and any talk of mutiny will be met with my fucking sword, because there is not a single one of you more valuable than the guy next to you. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?”
	“Yes cap’n!”
Amelia waited for silence and conformity. When it became clear that there were to be no more mutineers, Amelia pointed to the dead man, “Get that the fuck off my ship and wipe away the blood. My friends at the mast were hoping to be fucked by real men, not watch dickless cowards die.”
The men scrambled to clean the deck, lest Amelia turn her wrath upon them. She approached Biscaye and Felica, “Sorry you had to see that, bet it’s a real mood killer.”
	“It is a downer, but it also makes me that much hotter for you Cap’n!” smiled Felica.
	“I don’t want to get hurt…” said Biscaye, “the rest of the experience should be better for it, I’m sure!”
Amelia gave a hearty wink.
	“Captain, if you have the time…” Biscaye smiled, “I hope you ravish me too!”

When the crew finally got themselves in order, Amelia and Denny both stood by the mast.
Biscaye felt herself growing redder, while Felica licked her lips.
Denny approached Felica and with a single jerk of her strong hands tore her rags clean off her body, leaving the kitten naked in the bright sun. Amelia chose some more finesse, cutting Biscaye’s conch bra and kelp skirt off her body without the blade so much as scratching her skin.
The crew scrambled towards the two girls, Biscaye feeling a little vulnerable, but greatly flattered under the leering of so many men.
Felica bent over, presenting her hind to them, giving a happy flick of the tail as she reached back and parted her pussy lips, “If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me like you mean it!”
The invitation was taken instantly when a nearby man whipped his cock out and ploughed it right into her, planting his hands on her hips pumping as hard as his hips would carry him.
Biscaye shuffled over to Felica who giggled as she invited more over to fuck her, “I’ve got more holes, boys, I won’t be happy till they’re all nice and gooey!”
Chuckles and guffaws came from the crew as more men approached. The first man blew his load early and immediately backed out, Biscaye taking her cue to shuffle between Felica’s legs and stick her long tongue into her pussy, lapping up every drop of cum the man left behind. As she finished, pulling away and wiping some droplets off her face, Felica was taken in the arse by a new man who had grabbed her by both hair and tail and was sinking it to the base, while another man impaled his manhood down her throat, the two of them moving so hard that it was amazing her little frame could take it. 
While this was happening, another man came behind Biscaye and lifted her up with his powerful arms and lowered her onto his throbbing member, pushing gingerly into her tiny arse-hole. Biscaye froze and whimpered slightly as the man accelerated his thrusting. Immediately after, another man came from in front and planted his cock in her pussy, immediately ravishing the merrow for all it was worth. Biscaye’s eyes watered as she began moaning, “Fuck… me… harder…!” she squeaked between breaths. She even liked the way her tiny tits bounced with the momentum.
As the man at Felica’s throat blew his load, he pulled out long enough to allow Felica to gasp for breath. The wildling swallowed the load as she called through gasps, “ALL MY HOLES, My pussy AND arse, my ears too FUCK MY EARS!”
As the man in her arse blew his load and backed off, the next group fully complied with her wishes, taking their time to actually set themselves up properly to ‘share the love’. Six hands wrapped around the back of the wildling’s head as a cock was rammed down her throat. Tears streamed freely from Felica’s eyes, a side effect from wrestling with her gag reflex, but she was having fun. The next two men gingerly slipped it in the ears, feeling into the narrowing canal until they could press on no more. A man had slipped under her and pulled her hips down so she was riding him cowgirl, while another got on his knees to stick in in her arse. As soon as Felica made an indication that she was ready they all went for in at once, all five cocks sinking right to the base into every one of her respective holes. The ears felt the best, it was all the best parts of cleaning them out, mixed with the warm wetness of pre-cum. She found herself moaning from that alone, looking forward to the moment that Biscaye would have to lick them clean and shuck out all that sticky, gooey cum. She rocked her hips between the two at her hips, trying to raise her knees so they can sink ever deeper. She even forced her face forward harder, almost headbutting the one in front to make him go deeper. She wanted to be facefucked hard and he wasn’t delivering!
Biscaye on the other hand had already gone through the first two. Between groups, she had made a cutesy show of playing with cum between her fingers before sucking them right off just slowly enough to keep it interesting. Suddenly one of the men rolled her onto her back and rammed his cock down her throat. She lifted her chin, allowing it in to the point that she had to lips at the base of his shaft. Another man lifted her tail and planted his cock into her anus, a little painfully, but she didn’t dwell on it. A third man straddled her tits, putting his cock between them and squeezing them together, tittyfucking her. A fourth man also wrapped his arms around her tail, sticking his throbbing shaft into her pussy, ploughing it in time with the other man.
Amelia and Denny were liking what they were seeing.
	“If only we didn’t need to control these fucks, we could be there!” lamented Denny.
	“Next time we’re on land, you’re being tied up and fucked like this then!”
Denny shrugged, “Okay.”
Amelia smiled, but said nothing.
Felica was disappointed, when she finally got into a good rhythm with this lot, they lost their stamina. Warm sticky cum was welling in her ears, dribbling down her hair and down her cheeks. As those two pulled out, the man in her throat pulled out and with a cheeky grin and sprayed his load all over her face, Felica barely closing her eyes in time for the torrent. She could feel the warm liquid running down her legs as the men in her arse and pussy pulled out.
Biscaye shared that disappointment as she was so close to cumming when the men on her lost their composure too. Her tail fell to the deck when the men let go, cum oozing from her onto the deck, while the man in her throat ploughed his dick as deep as it could go when he blew his load, forcing Biscaye to swallow the whole lot before she could breathe. She managed to get most of it, but coughed some back up, causing some of it to start streaming out her nose. The man between her tits painted her chest and throat with his salty wad.
As the man backed off the two, one of them indicated that the girls should be allowed to clean off some cum before anyone else got in there. Amelia and Denny took the opportunity, seeing that the two girls were close – friends don’t let friends get ‘blue balls’ (Amelia didn’t know a female equivalent of the term)
The captain drew two strange and ornately carved dildos from her coat pocket. The strange design made them function identically to strap-ons, only they were mounted inside the girl on top. She passed one to Denny, “Time to show the boys how it’s done.”
	“Great, where the fuck do I put that key now?”
The two approached the girls, Amelia opening her top up enough for her massive tits to tumble out into the open air, while Denny just pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. 
	“Don’t you dare clean each other just yet!” barked Amelia as she unbuttoned her trousers. Her pussy was only exposed for a moment as she slipped the dildo in effortlessly: the show made her wet enough to accommodate it. “See that mess you’ve made of my deck?” She bent over and picked up Biscaye, rolling her to face the deck, “I expect you to swab that sailor. Do I make myself clear!” 
	“Yes, cap’n!” breathed Biscaye, blushing at being in Amelia’s strong grasp.
As Biscaye bent over and started licking up the cum from the deck, Amelia clenched a fist around her hair and forced her down as she pulled Biscaye’s cum soaked hips up.
	“You’re pretty hot all tied up, fucked raw and covered in cum,” grimed Amelia, “You still happy to have this every day?”
Biscaye smile, “I feel happy captain! You, Denny and Felica are my best friends. If my licking up this tasty cum makes you wet captain, I do it gladly.”
	“oh, it does…” Amelia then reefed her back up and ploughed the dildo into her anus as she pulled Biscaye’s head to her own head level. She pulled another, more traditional dildo from her coat and plunged it into the merrow’s pussy, “When we have the last fuck of the voyage, I’ll be down here licking it with you, and off you.”
At that Amelia pushed Biscaye to the mast, where the merrow did her best to support herself awkwardly with her tail as she held herself up with her shaking arms. Amelia relished it, Biscaye was just adorable to fuck hard. She always blushed, always ended up with tears of joy in the corners of her eyes and always kept that sweet high pitch voice no matter how thoroughly she’d been ravished. With every thrust of Amelia’s hips, Biscaye pushed against her. With every retreat of her hips, she plunged the dildo in. Biscaye’s knuckled whitened as Amelia became flushed from the relentless ploughing. The advantage to dildos was they didn’t have a load to blow, and Amelia intended to go all out until Biscaye was screaming for the heavens. She reached around and clutched one of the merrow’s cum soaked tits and massaged, “The men are enjoying your company,” said Amelia, “I happen to enjoy it too,”
	“Thank you captain, that means a lot!” Biscaye managed between squeaks.
Meanwhile Denny had picked Felica up off the ground with one strong arm and without pause, set Felica up to her hips and pushed the dildo in, to a strained trill from the kitten. Denny put Felica’s upper back to the mast to support her, while the wildling wrapped her legs around the first mate, slipping her tail around and tickling Denny’s anus. The elf smirked and allowed her that little privilege, helping the tail push its way inside. Denny kept one arm at Felica’s lower back to support her, but the over hand cupped her hind and gently made its way to her arse. Following the streams of cum oozing from her, her fingers found their way under Felica’s tail and right inside her arse.
Felica moaned as the fingers worked while Denny thrusts were firm and true. The first mate whispered, “I love the way you purr kitten…”
	“I can’t really hear you!” complained Felica.
Denny looked at the caked cum puddles in the wildling’s ears. Determined to deliver that sweet nothing, Denny pressed her mouth to the opening of Felica’s ear and started lapping the puddle out, to Felica’s delighted cry.
	“Yes, YES! Clean me Denny, I want you to lick me clean!”
Biscaye couldn’t even vocalise straight as Amelia’s pace had picked up to ridiculous speeds. Biscaye had her teeth planted firmly into her bottom lip to try and keep composed enough to make this feeling last, but even the thought of the captain ravishing her in front of the leering men, making an example of her, making a use out of this cum soaked merrow, was too much. Biscaye’s mouth opened to the barest hint of a sound as her body roiled against Amelia. The constant, relentless thrusting caused Biscaye to eventually shudder a breath before letting out a series of delighted screams. Amelia could feel she shakily grow limp with each successive thrust until Biscaye had relaxed entirely, nestling back into Amelia, snugging her head between Amelia’s tits.
	“Why do we all have to go to our own bunks all the time?” asked Biscaye, blinking tears out of her eyes, “It would be so nice to sleep snuggled in your arms…”
Amelia was taken by surprise, but Biscaye continued, “Cap’n… promise me you’ll make me your personal little fucktoy more often. I love you Amelia, you and Denny and Felica and I want to marry all three of you and…” Biscaye swallowed, “I want to sail with your forever…”
Amelia whispered into her ear-fin, “I’ll get the three of you matching rings when we get shoreside. You’re not just my cum covered little crew pleaser Biscaye, you’re a wonderful person,” Amelia nibbled the tip of the fin, “And I promise I’ll fuck you with the rest of this crew, thrice a day for this whole trip. But I do expect you to lick up every little drip of cum, I expect my deck to fucking sparkle.”
At that Amelia withdrew from Biscaye, licking her hand clean of squelched cum. Biscaye bent over to the deck, making a show of waving her tight little butt in the air for the pleasure of all viewing as she dropped to her hands and started licking.
Meanwhile Denny was grunting with the strain as Felica reached up and clawed at the mast, leaving scratch-marks in the woodwork with each choked caterwaul. Denny was ploughing harder than any of the men could, a testament to the fact she was stronger than any of them could ever be. Felica’s head lolled to the side, gently biting into Denny’s skin. Denny was forced to switch ears, not that she complained, lapping up the untapped pool of cum. Felica knew she was going to regret this later, Denny’s thrusting was crushing her against the mast. But it didn’t matter, Denny was getting harder and deeper than the men could and it was exactly what Felica wanted, the word ‘ravish’ didn’t have room for half-arsing. Felica couldn’t control herself in Denny’s powerful arms and when Denny finally lapped enough cum to deliver her sweet nothing, she found herself unable to even breathe straight.
	“I love the way you purr. I’d love it more if you were in my bunk, purring against me when we sleep.”
Felica gasped as she let out an incoherent reply, she body shuddering on the end of Denny’s dildo, her chest reddening with the orgasmic scream.
As Denny placed Felica on the ground, the kitten gave a happy mew.
	“Clean that deck now or the captain will have your guts for garters,” Denny gave a playful wink.
Felica giggled, “What about you?”
	“I like watching you clean yourself actually,” Denny said as she removed the dildo and replaced the key, “I wish I were that flexible.” 
Felica complied, leaning over and curling her face into her pussy, the hairs on her tongue catching her own clit as she tried to slip it into her pussy. Denny blew her a kiss, “The last fuck of this voyage, after every man here’s had their way with you, I’ll be taking you up to the crow’s nest, rip off both our clothes and fuck you every way possible until you beg me to stop in front of all these men.”
	“I’ll try and pace myself then…”
Amelia and Denny then stepped back as the two girls made themselves notably cleaner.
	“Get ready, there’s plenty more cock coming your way,” Denny smirked.
Biscaye threw an arm around Felica, as Felica pointed to two men and then pointed to her ears.
	“Cleaning you feels kind of like a bonding experience, you know?” said Biscaye.
	“trust you to go mushy in the middle of a fucking gangbang,” Felica gave a kiss to the merrow’s cheek, “After all this, it’s going to be you, me, a double ended dildo, a locked room and an entire day to ourselves. Game?”
	“Anything to please you, my love!”
Felica braced at a new group of men approached, “What you can do for me now is just enjoy the ride.”
Biscaye looked up at the newest man, reaching out for her head to fuck her in the throat. She looked long and hard at that giant, throbbing cock being pushed for her lips, the six inches of piledriver powering through her body.
Biscaye smiled.