~I’m a Sailor Peg and I Lost my Leg…

	“Found my fucking leg yet?” screamed Captain Amelia at the top of her lungs. Her first mate, Denny, who was at the helm, called back, “Negatory Cap’n.”
Following was a call from the crow’s nest, her navigator, Felica, shook her head, “Nothing, not a thing Cap’n.”
Amelia sighed. She loathed her peg leg, she wanted her real prosthetic back. She blamed her crew, or at least the ones who didn’t remain. Denny, her elf offsider was too loyal to bail while Felica, a wildling, was too stupid to. Wildlings came in many flavours, always some hybrid of human with animal-esc features. In this case, feline ears, retractable claws, cat tail, padded feet and hands, whiskers and cat eyes. Upon seeing the leviathan, everyone else up and bailed, while Felica stared at it blankly and twitched a little.
Amelia and Denny managed to fend it off with a couple of lucky cannon hits, but the crew was long gone with most of the loot. Amelia still didn’t understand how they got all the good and fishing nets, the bastards.
	“See any schools? I’m fucking starving!” called Amelia
	“Nothing I can see,” said Denny.
	“”See something ahead, a swell or something?” called Felica.
	“How much bait we got for the rod?” replied Amelia.
	“Umm… two strips of jerky…?” said Denny.
	“Fucking great,” Amelia hated herself, what a fantastic pirate captain she was turning out to be.”
She took her time, setting herself up with the fishing pole in her hands.
	“Why don’t we buy another fucking net when we hit shore?” whined Amelia.
	“With what coin?” called Denny, “They took fucking everything.”
	“They took my rum, my pheasant and my loot!?”
	“Yes Cap’n”
Amelia’s knuckles whitened, her fists clenched so tight they were threatening to snap the rod, “Denny, remind me to murder those fuckers.”
	“Aye Cap’n, assuming I don’t beat you to it.”
Amelia grumbled as she cast the line, a full stick of jerky on the hook. The masts carried them rather swiftly through the ocean, Amelia worried for a moment that they were going too fast for this to work. Her fears were put to rest almost right away when she felt a tug on the line. She reeled, excited by the prospect of a half-decent meal for a change.
Reeling was proving difficult however, whatever was on the line was threatening to rip the pole from her hands. This only served to excite her more, something some tuna would be a godsend.
	“Oi, Denny, need a hand here!”
	“Aye!” Denny sprinted from her post and gripped the pole, heaving it alongside her captain. Felica saw this, prompting her to bound from the crow’s nest, her feline grace ensuring no missteps on the way down. She landed on the deck in a roll, springing forward onto the pole, planting her feet onto the rail, digging her claws in to help anchor herself. Between the three of them, they easily ourmatched whatever it was on the line. Moments of strain passed until they all hailed it out of the water and onto their ship.
The ‘it’ in question however was not what they expected. The mermaid slammed into the deck with an almighty thud. Felica tentatively approached her, poking the merrow’s fish half.
	“So… do we eat it…?”
Amelia approached and felt her pulse for signs of life, “Nah, she’s still alive... Knocked the fuck out though. Denny, drop anchor, I ain’t leaving here until I get some fucking dinner!”

***

She opened her eyes slowly. The last thing she remembered was snatching some landmeat that must have fallen off that ship, and then a sudden jolt and she was ripped from the water and…
Oh fuck.
She sat bolt upright. The deck was oddly abandoned, but this ship was huge. There had to have been a massive crew. She looked up, the Jolly Roger flying high. She looked to the water, they had sent anchor. All she had to do was crawl over…
Just then, a figure emerged from below deck, carrying a delicious smelling stew. Her stomach rumbled, it’s been a while since she had a decent meal.
She then admonished herself for the temptation. This was a pirate ship, if she stayed, she would be on the receiving end of a rape train with no breaks, a conga line of ravenous cocks ramming her raw, pumping her full of seed until it ran down her tail and pooled on the deck, where they would make her swab it with her tongue, lapping up the seed and all the while ravishing her from behind until she screamed her voice hoarse as the men’s new little fuck-toy.
She shook the thoughts from her head, realising that she was blushing. She examined the figure with the pot, she was neither male, rape-happy or even interested in her. The elf was rather well built, muscled, toned and athletic with a massive bust to boot. At over six feet with cropped blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, she was quite the imposing sight. She hollered out to the sky, “Stew’s up!”
She then turned her attention for the first time to the mermaid.
	“Hey there, Cap’n asked me to see if you were okay. You kind of took a nasty hit to the head there.”
The mermaid merely nodded in reply. She felt dwarfed by this elf, being dainty and lithe, barely a bust on her and significantly less powerful. She suddenly panicked a little, maybe this was the start of it? This elf must be her new warden, here to bind her and violate her, stuffing tools and toys into all of her orifices, gauging and studying, taking perverse glee in seeing the physical limits of the little merrow. She would be collared, commanded, dominated!
	“You’re looking a bit red in the face there lass? I suppose you’re not used to the sin’s glare?” she didn’t wait for an answer, “My name’s Denny by the way, but here, let’s get you in the shade.”
The mermaid gulped as the elf took her by the waist with one powerful arm and heaved her over the shoulder as not to upset the stew. Denny laid her against the foot of the mast. The mermaid shut her eyes as Denny reached out to her. This was it, the elf was going to tie her up and strip her for the crew, letting them fuck her every which way until she’s battered from the pounding and raw from the rop burn! Then when the crew have had their fun, she would be tied to the head of the ship as their figurehead, taken down only to be paraded around and violated in orgiastic revelry!
	“Stew?” asked Denny, holding a spoonful to her face.
The mermaid blinked, unsure if this was a trick. She tasted it, the carp broth was the best tasting thing she’d had in a while.
	“So, what’s your name?”
	“Biscaye,” muttered the merrow, wondering when the pleasantries would end.
	“Well, Biscaye, Cap’n wanted to speak to you when you got up.”
Biscaye gulped, shaking. Soon her long blue hair would be matted in sailor cum and her coral pink eyes would be so watery she would be unable to see the hundred strong wall of cocks bearing down on her, ploughing through her over and over…
	“Speaking of which, STEW’S READY YOU LAZY WHORES!”
	“That any way to speak to your captain!” a voice soared over the deck.
	“Coming,” said another voice, “But I’m not fucking deaf!”
Within moments, a girl smaller and more petite than Biscaye sprang to Denny’s side. Where Biscaye had small breasts, this tabby haired kitten had none under her tattered rags. Biscaye shuddered a little, this must be the girl she was going to replace, a broken little thing who had been stuffed in every orifice with ravenous prick, who was not long ago drowning in a torrent of sticky load crammed down her throat, oozing out her mouth and dribbling down her chin. A single spluttered cough allowing enough air into her tired lungs as the load ran down her tiny frame, caking on her chest. Maybe this girl wasn’t about to be replaced at all, maybe they had plans for Biscaye, maybe the girl was to be facefucked again before too long, and Biscaye would be dragged to her by the hair and forced to clean the cum off the girl’s body while herself being pounded from behind. She would be made to drink the pooling wad straight from the girl’s mouth, lapping up the droplets running down her delusive kitten body, swallowing every salty mouthful so that the men would no longer have to draw lots for sloppy seconds, all would get a fair go at the freshly cleaned, open, submissive throat and Biscaye would be expected to lick up every drop for every man who fucked this poor girl good and proper, until the tears streamed down her face and mixed with the cum, making it all that much more salty and gooey. Maybe they were more creative, fucking her in the earholes until she couldn’t hear a thing, couldn’t hear the mocking laughter. Biscaye’s face would be rammed into the ears, expected to clean them out with her tongue too, stuffed in them so hard that cum spurted out of her nose.
	“Smells good!’ the girl chimed, “fish?”
	“Of course it’s fish,” Denny wore a sheepish expression, “Felica, here’s your cup.”
	“Oh, fuck yes!” grinned the wildling before turning back to Biscaye, “Huh, why are you looking at me like that… something on my face…?”
After a few moments, a powerful woman with raven-black hair and distant emerald eyes approached. She walked with a limp, causing Biscaye to look down. Her left leg from knee down was a wooden peg. This woman, marked as the captain by the massive hat, sat on a barrel off to the side of the tiny gathering. Biscaye couldn’t help but notice how curvy she was, a build seldom seen in her part of the waters, expansive bust and hips to match. Biscaye couldn’t help but wonder what kind of heavy duty material could contain that much ‘area’. She couldn’t help but wonder how she became captain…
	“So,” said the captain, “I presume you’ve met Felica and Denny?”
Biscaye zoned out a little, what kind of sordid debauchery could see a female pirate captain? Was it the kind of perversion that saw maidens chained and whipped to an unearthly cackling? Delighting in the dominance assured over the weak? Maybe when Denny tied her and Felica up after these false niceties, she could invite the crew down, stroking herself to every choked gasp the kitten made as she drew only scraps of breath between every thrust, sunk so deep the balls lolled on her chin. Maybe the captain joined in on it, taking loads of cum into her pussy and making her lick it out of her. Maybe that was just the tip of the iceberg.
	“Anyway,” the captain broke through her thoughts. “I’m Captain Amelia and… well, now you’ve been acquainted with the whole crew! So, what’s your name?”
	“B-Biscaye,” Whole crew? What dire deeds saw an entire crew… to dissolve? Exactly what sick, daemonic perversion were they doing to see the crew reduced to these three!?
Amelia tossed Biscaye a sack that she had brought with her, the merrow instantly recognising it at hers.
	“Your stuff, you’re free to go whenever, I fished you out thinking you were a tuna… so… we set up anchor figuring you lived around here. So let us know when you want to go home.”
	“What home…” the fins on the side of Biscaye’s head that acted like ears flared, “The leviathan smashed it to pieces. I’ve been wandering alone ever since.”
Amelia laughed, it was unnervingly hollow, “That fucker took my prosthetic. I’ve been stuck on this fucking log ever since!”
Biscaye cocked her head, “One second sorry captain…”
While the merrow was distracted, Amelia turned and whispered to Denny, “thoughts?”
	“Cuter than I expected from a mermaid.”
	“I meant as a potential recruit. She might get eaten by a barracuda swarm or something this far out, so we can’t just leave her… wait, ‘cute’?”
	“Cute. As in adorable, what’s it matter cap’n? As for a crewmate, I could stand to have her around. Always wanted to see a mermaid in the flesh and I have so say that she’s quite nice on the eyes…”
Biscaye interrupted by pulling a large, curled up object from her pack. Extending it, Amelia made an excited cry, her custom prosthetic was brought back to her. The bizarre, hawk-taloned digitigrade limb resembled a thing out of nightmares.
	“I think she’s got her uses…” noted Amelia, “scouting wrecks for lost booty would be a thing of ease with her around,” she turned to Biscaye, “Where’d you find that?”
	“Find it? It smashed through my window!” Biscaye shuddered.
Amelia limped over and took it up, reverently with both hands, “I could just fucking kiss you right now!”
	“I’ll do anything captain!” Biscaye threw herself at Amelia’s feet, “Just don’t hurt me!”
 Amelia chucked, “Exactly what kind of pirate do you think I am? Well, that settles it, I’m looking for new crewmates and I have an opening for you. Interested in a job?”
	“A… job?” Biscaye blinked.
	“You know? Pirating? Swashbuckling? Sailing all the seas?”
	“And… what does this job entail…?” her gut sank, here comes the bad news.
	“Well, having the ability to breathe underwater makes you probably the most valuable member of the crew, so anything that plies that particular advantage. There’s a lot of lost gold in shipwrecks after all.”
Biscaye reached over and scooped up a little more stew into her mouth. Dinners like this seemed a worthwhile perk.
	“So… what’s in it for me…?” though the real question was, ‘am I to be tied up and ravished?’
	“Money, infamy, a certain ‘fuck the man’ sense of accomplishment depending on your philosophical or political bent… basically whatever gets your nethers all nice and juicy. Speaking of which, men and women alike are surprisingly easy once you say you’re a pirate, those clothes hit the floor so fast they leave marks. Authorities don’t tend to like it, but you can’t have everything. Not that it matters, I’ve never met a port authority who said no at spending five minutes between these...” she ran her hands over her own bust, making a sultry sway as she did.
Biscaye eyed Felica for a moment, reimagining lapping cum out from between her luscious lips, though without the painful hair pulling and the tear streaked faces.
	“Where I’m from,” said the merrow, “stories abound about the… ‘sensual quirks’ of land-dwellers. That something I’ll experience on my travels?”
	“Could experience some right now if you don’t mind a lady’s touch,” Denny gave her a sly wink. Biscaye felt herself once again go red.
Amelia’s brow furrowed, “Wait, you… like the ladies?”
	“Not just the ladies. Whatever pretty warm body whose willing to let me wrap my legs around them, honestly.”
	“Gods be fucked over a barstool, wish I’d known that. Oi, Felica, what’s your tastes?”
Felica laughed, causing her to nearly choke on a piece of fish, “Fuck me, I’ve nearly died so much on this ship I seldom turn down an interesting offer. Hell, I’ve stopped caring how vaguely human it is.”
	“Do tell,” cooed Denny.
	“Fix me up with rum and I’ll put all my exploits out there,” grinned Feica, “that is, if you’re interested in hearing how I managed to convince an angry dragon that it’s mutually beneficial for me to be eaten out rather than being eaten. Then there was that centaur headhunter who was after the price on our captain’s head actually. I managed to convince him to look the other way…”
Denny looked her up and down, doubting that she was physically able to live up to the boast but enjoying the mental imagery all the same.
Amelia rubbed her eyes, “Fuck me dead with the pointy end of a foil, and here I was spending coin on pretty lasses when I could have just asked this whole time?”
Denny shrugged, “Sorry cap’n, you never asked… and I thought you were only interested in playing scabbard for handsome fencers…”
	“Fuck no. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like a good pounding, but that’s just so… vanilla. Biscaye, how’s this for asking some personal questions, do you too like the ladies?”
Biscaye looked back at Felica, bringing up the imaginary facefucking. She imagined taking a mouthful of cum from the wildling’s mouth and kissing Amelia messily with the load, dripping it down her massive tits as Denny licked the excess up.
Felica crawled to Biscaye, “you keep turning red looking at me… I take it the answer is yes?”
Amelia didn’t wait for Biscaye to answer when she exchanged the peg leg for the real prosthetic, “Looks like the four of us are going to get along just fine…”
Felica sniffed Biscaye and proceeded to rub her cheeks up against Biscaye’s, much to the merrow’s surprise.
	“She likes you,” smiled Denny.
	“I bet she tastes like fish!” chimed Felica as she reached down and with claws extended, tore apart Biscaye’s kelp skirt.
Before she could react, she felt the wildling’s tongue against her pussy; the tiny hairs on it got between all the folds of skin, opened up, exposed and stimulated her clit. Biscaye hadn’t felt anything like it, cupping a hand over her mouth to try and stymie the following gasp. Before she even knew it, she found her whole body flushed, her moans following in time with Felica’s slow, sensuous laps.
Biscaye looked up through squinted eyes as Denny approached, unable to speak through the shuddering moans. The massive elf undid her clothes, tossing the heavy uniform aside and exposing her heavily muscled form.
	“My, you’re even cute when you’re pulling faces…” with more care and attention than Felica showed, she undid Biscaye’s conch bra and placed it aside, massaging one of the tiny breasts with a massive hand while sucking the nipple of the other, gently playing with it with the tip of her tongue. Felica noticed Biscaye’s shivering as Denny got to work. Not to be outdone, Felica whipped a hand to one of Denny’s breasts and caressed her nipple with thumb and forefinger. Denny moaned slightly but it was barely audible over Biscaye’s quickening cries. Felica swished her tail around and stroked it up and down Denny’s pussy. The elf responded by opening her legs to allow Felice unimpeded access, using her hand to guide the furry tail across her clit. 
Amelia was stunned at how quickly this all escalated, but she didn’t complain.
She took up her old peg leg, which was little more than a tapered cylinder and eyes Felica with a wry grin as she dusted the end off. She crept behind the wildling and yanked her trousers down, twirling the beg leg around and opening the kitten’s tight pussy. She slit the peg in, causing Felica to reach back with her free hand to help guide it in. Quickly, Felica for the peg on just the right angle and writhed against it. She started playing with her clit with then freed hand. Amelia could feel Felica’s purring through the peg, a gentle vibration that accompanied each thrust. Amelia pressed the peg to her own crotch as she worked Felica’s pussy.
The purring was the crack that broke the dam for Biscaye, she started writhing and heaving, letting out choked cries as her body grew tense against the sensations. She held her breath, trying to hold it all in, but she couldn’t last. She let it all out in one drawn out squeak, her body lurching as she caught her breath again. Felica paused to give a giggle, “She tastes kind of salty-sweet!”
Amelia withdrew the peg leg and rolled Felica onto her back, pulling her shirt up to reveal the tiny tits. Amelia handed the leg to Biscaye, “you’ve got to give as good as you got if you want to serve on my ship, newbie.”
Biscaye swallowed, unsure if she was up to the task. As she steeled herself, Amelia unbuttoned her top and dropped her trousers, flicking her hair off of her melon sized tits. She laid down, raising her knees so she could anchor herself as she pulled Felica over, pressing the wildling’s face into her cleavage.
	“Do something with that tail girl, and it’d better feel good!”
Felica grinned as she snaked her tail between Amelia’s legs and pressed the tip against the captain’s pussy. Soon, the tail wormed its way inside, wriggling as deep as it could into Amelia.
	“That’s not bad at all girl! Biscaye, you ready?”
Biscaye wasn’t sure how to go about it, so Denny shuffled in to help. She took the peg with one hand, cupping it around Biscaye’s nervous fingers, and smiled, “I’ll help with this, here…”
She reached over and pulled Biscaye’s face to her breasts. The merrow understood and started suckling. Fenny then guided one of her shaky hands to her pussy, coaxing two of the fingers inside, “Now, keep that up…” she reassured the merrow with a quick kiss to the forehead and turned her attention back onto Felica. Biscaye felt a rush of exhilaration as she and Denny started working together with the peg, sinking it deep into Felica’s pussy. As soon as she felt the leg, Felica let out a startled mew as they worked firmer and deeper than Amelia did. Rapidly growing red in the face, Felica worked herself against Amelia to offset her own moment of surprise, rubbing her clit against the captain’s and wriggling her tail as best as she could. Making the most of her diminutive height, Felica wrapped her lips around Amelia’s nipple and ran her tongue over it as it hardened to the sensation. Amelia moaned, the combination all of the wildling’s efforts was immensely more satisfying than she could have imagined. The tiny tongue bristles brushed against her breast was a well-received bonus. Felica meanwhile, was struggling to keep rhythm, partly due to the need to perform for her captain.
Denny paused for a moment with a shuddered gasp as Biscaye grew more confident, thrusting harder with her fingers. Felica took the break in Denny and Biscaye’s thrusting as a welcome reprieve, getting her proper timing back. The quality of her efforts was noted as Amelia let out a shuddering, “oh fuck yes,” as she clenched Felica’s hair in a knuckle-whitened fist. By the time Denny and Biscaye started thrusting again, Felica was ready. She had positioned her hips as to take it as deep as physically possible. The added pressure of Denny and Biscaye’s thrusting was enough that Amelia also felt the difference, head lolling back and eyes rolling up. Her moans were punctuating by every positive expletive known in the language, of which there was surprisingly many.
Felica gyrated harder, herself reddening in the face with every little motion. Denny quickened the pace of the leg as Biscaye pushed her fingers deeper, causing the elf to grow increasingly flustered. Soon, Denny gave into it, letting out a choked cry as her body seized and shuddered, cumming under Biscaye’s relentless probing. Biscaye let out a giggle as her hand was drenched in the elf’s pussy juices. In turn, Denny let Biscaye guide the peg, and the merrow finally had the confidence to step up to the task, working it firm and hard for Felica.
This sudden change was what set Felica over the edge, the old tempo was getting close, but this new one sank the peg so deep that she felt her tummy distend slightly. She let out a strained trill as she suckled harder to keep her composure. Amelia’s sudden inability to curse however ensured that Felica’s efforts were short lived, Felica finding it hard to force herself not to cum when Amelia’s face and most of her chest was a patchy red and her vocalisations were short, breathy cries. Felica could feel for a moment Amelia’s pussy clamping down on her tail before it suddenly felt wet and slipped smoother than before. Amelia clutched the wildling’s hair tighter as she let out an orgasmic cry. Felica followed suite, all levies holding back the raw passion broke. She let out a high pitched trill as she planted her hands to the deck, catching her claws into the wood as not to harm Amelia. She dragged her claws back as she writhed with the peg, taking the pounding until it hurt to continue. Her exhaustion signalled by falling dead limp, face between Amelia’s breasts.
Time passed as the four of them laid there, holding each other. When Amelia finally caught her breath, she spoke to Biscaye, “so… that was your official induction… any questions?”
	“Just one…”
	“Fire away!”
	“Does this happen often?”
	“Didn’t. Will now.”
Biscaye smiled, liking the thought of joining then more and more.
Amelia sighed, “When I feel my leg again, we should set for port, show Biscaye some of the exotic wonders of the landlubbers. Felica, your extensive experience is invaluable, provided those boasts of yours are true.”
	“And after?” asked Denny, a habit of having to manage most of the ship’s operation.
	“after we set course, I’m taking Biscaye up to the crow’s nest and showing her the ropes and the pretty view.”
Felica pouted and Amelia patted her on the head, “Don’t worry, she’s not replacing you. Besides, I think all four of us can fit up there.”
	“Why would you want all four of us up there captain?” asked Denny.
	“Because after I show her the view, I’m fucking Biscaye raw, my tits out for anyone sailing out there to see how fucking awesome I am. And the lot of you are tits-out fucking with me.”
	“That sounds like an order…” murmured Denny.
	“Oh, fucking oath it is.”
	“Aye cap’n,” the other three said in unison.