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Meet Me Out at Sea 2
🕑 Added 2020-10-27 07:11:43 +0000 UTCRead the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-out-at-8964155
Something stuck at the back of Lossa's mind as the boat departed the dock on its way across the ocean. It could have been a plethora of things, really. The fact that she and her group were able to buy this grandiose thing for an almost one-for-one trade of the pearl that she brought back was probably at the forefront of her thoughts. Second was the guilt for having cheated on her mate, the captain of this vessel and the leader of their group. And least of all, was that she was beginning to miss the hermaphrodite shark that made it all possible.
The otter looked on across the disappearing shore as she leaned against the metal railing on the deck. She sighed and rested her chin on her palm while she thought more on the subject. There was a thousand other experiences that she had amid this career path that were far more interesting and heartfelt than her experience with the shark, so why was it sticking with her like this?
“I know that look,” came a rumbling voice from the side. The otter looked to its owner and found her view filled with the hulking body of one of her crew-mates, a wolf named Leon. He towered above her by a foot with muscles so large that it looked like he smuggled bowling balls under his tight fitting T-shirt. Despite his intimidating stature, he was quite the pacifist.
“You and Jeremy got into a fight again, you can tell me,” he said as he leaned against the railing as well. Lossa was somewhat afraid his weight would cause him to break through it and go tumbling into the water. Luckily that didn't happen.
“We didn't get into a fight,” she replied with a giggle and shook her head.
“Oh? Did he maybe do something else?” he pressed and tilted his head. “Should I have a talk with him?”
That thought alone made Lossa grin. Leon was always the voice of reason within their group. He and Jeremy on several occasions would get into arguments, but despite Jeremy being a third the size of the wolf he was always the one that came off as more intimidating. They also always resulted in Jeremy running from Leon after he'd try and “hug it out” at the end of any particularly heated conversation.
“No, that's not it either,” she laughed.
“Then what has you so down?” He asked.
Lossa shrugged her shoulders and quickly racked her brain for a convincing enough reason that would fool his natural ability to detect lies. “I'm still getting use to being on a boat that doesn't have corks in the floorboards,” she confessed. It wasn't a complete lie, after all.
Leon snickered and shrugged as well. “You're telling me. Dunno if I'll be able to get any sleep tonight without this thing tossing us from side to side,” he rumbled and stomped his foot against the firm, steel plate floor.
“You need some help sleeping?” Came a voice form above, making the two others look up to see a young woman peering over the second story balcony. Her name was Marsa, a squirrel with the same body type as Lossa, though her hair was much longer and fell so far down that if the otter wanted she could probably jump up and grab it.
Leon seemed to have the same idea as he made a sudden lunge for the golden length. Marsa squealed and retreated out of reach but then suddenly leaped over the railing, aiming for the wolf.
“Catch me!” she shouted with a grin. The startling motion almost caused Leon to hesitate, but he luckily held his arms out and she easily plopped into them. “My hero,” she cooed.
“One of these days I'm not going to be here for you,” the wolf sighed and frowned down at her.
“I would never leap where you're not,” she giggled and wrapped her thick, bushy tail around his arm.
“Is there anything wrong with the boat that you want to tell us about?” Lossa butted in.
“Nah, she's practically brand new,” Marsa replied and somersaulted backwards out of Leon's arms. “Not a bolt or wire out of place.”
Why doesn't that put me at ease? The otter asked herself. “Well, if that's the case then I'm going to go see if Jeremy needs anything. I'll catch you guys later,” Lossa said and started towards the bridge.
“If you need anything, don't be afraid to come and talk!” The wolf called after her as she trotted up a short flight of stairs to the second deck. Lossa didn't see it, but Marsa was quickly pulling him by an arm towards the crew quarters.
Lossa was still getting used to the various ins and outs of her new home so it took her longer than she hoped to get to where she wanted to go. But once she did, she was happy to spot Jeremy sitting in front of the boat's steering and throttle controls while staring boredly out the bow window.
The door made a loud thud and clink as she opened and pushed her way in. The captain turned around and smiled at her as she trotted towards him.
Jeremy was a German shepherd with a lean yet muscular body. He wore some of the same tribal tattoos as Lossa down his arms and over his chest, of which was bare at the moment. Given warm enough weather he enjoyed showing off his own body, which the otter always thought was quite funny because if anyone was so vain it should have been Leon.
“Hey there, beautiful, what's brought you around here?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh, nothing in particular. I'm feeling kind of restless. Thought I might pay you a visit and see how you were doing,” she offered.
“That's very thoughtful, but not really much of anything is going on around here. What has you so restless?” he asked and propped his elbow on the arm of his chair and then planted his cheek on the knuckles of his fist.
“I dunno. New home, new room, all so suddenly,” She shrugged and moved to sit on a nearby chair. “It might just be a time thing. Like I have to get used to being on such a nice boat,” she sighed.
“I'd think that of everyone here you'd be the most comfortable. It was your find that allowed us to get this thing,” he emphasized his words by slapping the control panel in front of him.
“I thought that too. And it's not like it isn't up to what Marsa and I wanted. Like I said, it's probably just a time thing,” she pressed and smiled. Jeremy bobbed his head along to her words while maintaining constant eye contact.
“A good night's rest might really help you. How about you run along and I'll join you in an hour or so?” he said.
“I think I'd really like that actually,” she said. She got up and walked over to him and the two shared in a quick kiss. “But don't keep me waiting.”
“I'll try,” he chuckled and winked. She smiled back and trotted out of the room to leave him to his work.
While it had been late in the afternoon since they had left port, the sky was now turning a bright pink and the distant horizon was already black in color. The crew-quarters weren't too far away and she at least knew where those were by now.
As she made her way across the deck of the first floor, there came a sudden thud as she passed along the railing that she had just been leaning against with Leon. It startled her and she turned to stare at where the sound might have come from but she saw nothing. Her throat felt dry and her heart raced.
What about such an unassuming sound caused her to act like this? As if she hadn't been in plenty of fights in the past or killed enough people to make her more brave than anyone else on this boat. She shouldn't be as terrified as a child!
She huffed a growl at herself and pealed away from the wall she had jumped against and continued on. But then there came another thud. And then a third right after. Each one happened right beside her on the railing as she moved, but they each came off like they were emanating from the side of the boat that was in the water.
Half a second before she broke into a sprint for her cabin a loud splash and a shower of water stopped her cold in her tracks. Momentarily blinded by the spray, Lossa withdrew a throwing knife from a sheath on her belt and readied it for combat. When she snapped her eyes open she found the blurry image of a bipedal shark blocking her way.
“Didn't you already try this trick the first time we met?” came the familiar voice that Lossa could only place as being from Kels.
The otter let the fuzz wash from her vision while she stared at the intruder. Indeed, the hermaphrodite shark that she had once rescued stood in front of her in her whole naked glory. Each sharp tooth of her was on display as she stared with a smug grin.
Lossa's paw shook slightly and she had to grab her wrist to keep the tip of her knife even. She looked so much less like a trained fighter and more of a domesticated housewife.
“You can't be here,” she said with an uneven tone.
“You sure about that?” Kels said and stalked forward. Lossa stood her ground and kept the knife out at arm's length. It might as well not have been there at all for how little it deterred the shark from getting closer. “You know, I can smell blood from a quarter mile away but I don't need to be nearly as far to smell when a cute otter is turned on.”
Blood rushed to Lossa's cheeks and she made a slight jab with her knife to try and nick the hermaphrodite's neck but she was surprisingly fast for her size and she evaded it with ease. She didn't even lose her grin, still staring into the woman's eyes with the same gleam.
“You're wrong,” Lossa spat.
“Am I now?” Kels laughed and tilted her head. “You've been thinking about me all day. Anyone that bought such a fancy home as this should be ecstatic about their future prospects, but you've been doing nothing but moping. Moping while you talked with your friends and moping while you went to see your mate. You're a terrible actor by the way if you think that Jeremy can't tell that you're not happy with him,” she continued on.
Lossa's glare dropped then and the blush grew even farther over her cheeks. “How... Have you been following me all day?” she snapped, though the anger she intended refused to enter her words.
The shark nodded her head. “Only as far as you've been around the ocean,” she clarified.
“Why?” Lossa sighed and her paw that held her knife finally fell to her side.
“Because your heart has been singing to me. Can't hardly ignore it, can I?” Kels explained and came closer. Now in better light, the otter was reminded of how gorgeous the hermaphrodite's body was. Sleek and strong, and her twin cocks lied flaccid between her legs. She must have been staring because Kels giggled when the silence stretched on awkwardly between them.
“I'm already mated...” Lossa mumbled unconvincingly.
“As you've already told me. And he does seem like a sweetheart, I'd hate for his heart to be broken,” Kels said. “Besides, you can't really break up with him while you're cooped up on a boat out in the middle of the sea. That'd make for some very awkward interactions, don't you agree?”
Lossa slowly nodded her head and finally replaced the knife on her belt. “So what do you suggest?” she asked.
“Simple. You and I can continue to have our little private meetings like this, and I'll continue to pay you for your time.” Kels emphasized her words by lifting her webbed hand and miraculously producing a gold coin from her palm. She lifted it between her thumb and index finger and showed off its two faces, of which seemed to glow brilliantly in the low light of the waning sun.
“Oh...” Lossa whispered and stared at the coin. She reached for it like she were a toddler and the gold was any other shiny object. Before she got too close, Kels flicked her wrist and the small treasure vanished into thin air. Snapped from her reverie, Lossa flicked her ears in the hopes she would hear it clink against the floorboard or plop into the ocean, but no such sound came.
“Deal,” the otter said suddenly.
“Fantastic!” Kels cheered and set her hands on her hips. “Now, if my memory serves me right, Jeremy said he'd be an hour before coming to join you in bed. That should give us plenty of time to have fun.”
“I suppose,” Lossa mumbled and bit her bottom lip. She started towards the shark and stepped around her. As she did, she grabbed Kels's hand and lead her towards the crew quarters.
It was a simple trek down a flight of stairs and they were practically at their destination. Lossa could see her room as soon as they got to the bottom of the landing but the otter's progress was halted immediately when Kels became distracted.
“What the shit?” the otter hissed and stared at the other. “Come on!”
“I found something interesting,” the shark replied. Lossa followed to where she looked and found that she was fixated on the window of one of the crew quarter's doors. It was only a small circular window but it was good enough that no tricks or anything needed to be done to peer inside.
“What?” The otter pressed and followed the shark as she carefully crossed the floor to see inside the room better. Kels had to stoop slightly to see, which meant that Lossa had to go up on her toes. They both looked inside and what they found made Lossa's heart race.
Marsa and Leon were locked in a passionate and rather aggressive embrace. The squirrel was known for her promiscuity, she had at one point fucked every single crew-mate that was a part of their team in the past, which included Lossa herself and even Jeremy. In fact, hearing her through the walls of their old boat wasn't uncommon whether she masturbated or had sex, but this was the first time that the otter saw her in the act with someone else. This was also the first time she had ever seen Leon naked.
The wolf was on his back and Marsa was on top. His thick, lupine cock was deep inside of her pussy and she rode it like he were a racehorse about the cross the finish line first. The way her ass swayed and the way he bucked up to meet her motions had renewed heat rushing through the otter's body and it seemed the same happened for Kels.
“Damn, look at her o,” the shark commented at a whisper. “And look at the size of him!”
“Come on!” Lossa hissed louder than she had hoped while diverting her eyes and pulling on the shark's arm again.
“What do those two even do around here?” Kels pressed while finally relinquishing her gaze from the tasty sight and following the otter.
“Marsa makes sure the boat goes forward and Leon just does...muscle stuff? I don't know,” Lossa grunted as she kept dragging the shark along.
Once inside of her room, Lossa slammed her door and locked it. When she turned back around, she found that Kels had already sprawled out across her bed and made herself comfortable.
“This is a quaint little space. Kinda claustrophobic for me though but to each their own,” the shark said while looking around at the rather bland space. Boxes of things that had yet to be unpacked still lied around on the floor, of which Lossa had hoped to get to before she went to bed for the night but that was clearly not going to happen.
“I imagine most rooms are going to be claustrophobic when the whole ocean is your home,” Lossa said as she stepped up to the foot of the bed and began crawling over to be next to the shark.
“You'd be right. And given my recent past of being in a net, you could forgive me for not wanting to be here any longer than I need to be,” Kels said as she watched the woman.
Once Lossa had come up to the other's lap, she sat back on her haunches and looked over the hermaphrodite's attractive form. Even in what meager light the overhead lamps allowed, she was given an alluring sight that she could barely tear her gaze way from.
Most of all, she couldn't keep from looking at the set of flaccid cocks and remember every bit of pleasure they had brought to her during their last meeting. Even being this close and taking in the familiar smell of her musk caused the otter's body to grow hotter and hotter.
“You can touch them if you want,” Kels said softly. Lossa glanced up at her for only a moment and then back down at her lap. One paw reached out and ran up the inside of her smooth, scale lined thigh. Upon getting to her cocks she wrapped her fingers around the one nearest to her and felt how heavy it was in her grasp.
Blood was already pumping into the spongy flesh and became more rigid by the second. Memories rushed through Lossa's mind as she recalled how these thick lengths made her cum harder than she ever had before. Her mouth was practically watering as the heat flowed from them and into her palms.
Without waiting or asking for permission, she suddenly dove her mouth down onto the thick girth in her paw and sank it to the back of her throat. The shark gave a surprised moan and giggle at the enthusiastic motion.
The otter's grasp moved to the other shaft and she began pumping it and encouraging it to get just as hard. Meanwhile, her tongue encircled the length that she focused on and sealed her lips around its base. She created the best vacuum she could and slowly drew her mouth up and down. Her saliva coated the pink surface and made it glisten while she ground the flat of her tongue against it.
Lossa timed her breaths so that she could take the rock hard shark cock to the back of her throat every time she pushed her mouth down. Kels would groan under her breath each time she would do this and would even encourage more action with a light buck of his hips.
After a minute or so of fevered attention, Lossa released the shaft from her mouth with an audible smack and looked down at it. It was more than ready for more, but she still had the other to do. The otter shifted farther up and down over the first member to get to the second. As she did, Lossa's paws shifted to the first and held it firm between her paws. The copious amount of saliva on its surface made it adequately slick to stroke.
Kels remained somewhat quiet as all this attention went on. Even as her second cock passed between the woman's lips, she only uttered a gentle groan. One webbed hand reached up and gently stroked over the back of the otter's head, encouraging her on as she bobbed enthusiastically. She kept the motions of her head in pace with the stroke of her paws and soon the two of them were going at the same speed.
The stray slurp and smack of her lips would emanate every so often, bringing with it a particularly strong twinge of pleasure. The ecstasy mounted fast and the otter showed signs of getting carried away.
Kels grinned fondly at the woman and reached down to gently take hold of her by the chin and lifted her face. Lossa reluctantly did so, pulling off the throbbing member with a similar smack of her lips as the first.
“You're ready enough I think. Come on,” Kels said and beckoned the other closer with a curl of her finger.
Lossa nodded her head and leaned back on her haunches again. She lifted her shirt form over her head and tossed it aside. Then she undid her chest bindings and let them unravel from her torso, revealing her rather boyish bust. Next came her bottoms, which were just a pair of black women's swimming shorts and her belt of knives. Both were allowed to fall over the side of the bed once undone.
Kels watched with a growing hunger for the woman. Her petite body came off as profoundly attractive and the shark realized how quickly she fell for the little treasure hunter.
Now unmasked, Lossa's arousal was clear to the shark's keen senses. She could see that beyond the soft brown fur of her crotch, her pussy was soaked and begging for attention. It became all the more obvious when Lossa straddled the hermaphrodite by the waist, causing her thighs to splay wide.
The otter's womanhood glistened as much as Kels's cocks and seemed to grow even more so as the tight opening drew closer to them. Lossa reached between her legs, one from the front and the other form behind. She took each shaft by the base and held them straight upwhile she maneuvered herself into position.
Her thick tail lifted up for better access to her backside from the lower dick and the upper one eased against her pussy. They both set to her holes at the same time and penetrated her in unison.
The familiar flash of this same sensation crossed their minds at once. The warmth of the otter's body sliding down with how her tight ass and cunt sealed around Kels'scocks brought a blissful moan from them both. It only took some slight swaying of her hips to work every inch of their combined girths into her at once, her small body betraying her ability to take such large insertions.
Kels ran her hands down the other's hips and backside, feeling hos soft her fur was and being unable to resist petting her. Lossa didn't mind the affectionate touching but she wasn't here to just cuddle and fawn over the hermaphrodite, she wanted to get fucked.
Lossa shoved both of her paws against the shark's stomach and began to ride. A shiver wound its way up Kels's spine as the otter was determined to take control. The first swaying pumps of her hips had the duo cocks going as deep as they could. The one in her pussyreached the back and the other had an unrestricted access to the woman's stomach.
The bobbing soon grew more aggressive and fast. High pitched squeaks and moans chirped from Lossa as she straightened her back and pressed down with as much force as gravity would allow. Upon bouncing back up, she seemed intent on pulling both members free of her body but would then shove them back.
Precum spilled from the members and did well to lubricate both well-stretched holes. Combined with the decent amount of saliva and even their combined sizes weren't enough to keep the otter's enthusiasm at bay.
The rhythmic thud, squeak, and smack of their bodies and the bed coming together had a cacophony of sound emanating from the room. Luckily for the otter and shark, the walls of this boat were far thicker than the previous vessel she had lived on. But that didn't mean they didn't have to be quiet.
“Shh-shh,” Lossa whispered but she was unconvincing. Hermoans spilled freely with every breath that she took and she could barely keep her own body under control.
Kels on the other hand was barely moving at all aside from bringing her hips up to meet the other's. The shark's rough groans were half as loud and her attempt to hush the hermaphrodite had the shark grinning and barely holding her laughter in.
Lossa occupied her mind with the blissful sensations that now drew through her body. She savored every tingling nerve that the shark's cocks touched and how they would grind together within her holes. Once lost in these thoughts, her mind was suddenly yanked back to the present when a rough smack landed on her ass.
The crisp sound was so jarring that the otter startled and screamed ecstatically as the sharp pain mixed with the throbbing pleasure to create a unique experience. She loved it, but she didn't like the sound that it made.
“What the fuck, Kels?” Lossa growled and narrowed her eyes.
“Shhh!” The shark giggled. “You have to be quiet.”
The otter would have protested further but the pleasure was too much to ignore. She settled with rolling her eyes and continued on with her riding. They had been beating out a steady tempo by this point and all Lossa wanted to do was swim in the bliss for as long as she could.
Things gradually changed for the shark as the sensitivity of her cocks blossomed to greater heights. She was getting close, and she thought to tell the otter but she seemed to notice the increased movement speed and strength of the hermaphrodite's hips.
Lossa arched her back and tilted her head up, her eyes already closed. It felt like the sharks' members swelled slightly more within her. Either that or she tightened herself more than even she realized. The heat that accompanied this change built through the woman's body and the power that it brought caused her moans to grow in volume.
A mixture of their juices spilled down the shark's cocks and collected on the bed sheets below. The volume of which grew as Kels finally began to strain and squirm around in pleasured discomfort. Her moans began to match the otter's squeals of ecstasy and it was Lossa's turn to crack her eyes open and grin down at her lover.
“G-getting close?” The otter teased with a smug smirk.
Kels replied with a rough, guttural growl and then suddenly seized the woman by the hips. Before Lossa realized what was happening, the shark suddenly thrust up as hard as she could while yanking the woman down onto her lap with as much might as her muscles could muster.
The twin cocks reached depths so far untouched and their intrusion deeper into the otter's body sent her over the edge. Just as she convulsed uncontrollably, the hermaphrodite's cum erupted into both of her holes at once in such a volume that the small woman felt like she was a balloon. The thick, frothy fluid had the woman squirting over the throbbing pyres of flesh and her cum mixed to make for a fast flowing milk that spilled first from her cunt and then her ass.
Lossa's full weight was on the other's lap, both of her holes attempting to seal perfectly around the shark's dicks so that none of the precious seed escaped. It didn't work out quite as well as she hoped, as the pumping loads made the shark quiver and draw back ever so slightly.
Lossa's mind had gone somewhat blank as she just sat there and enjoyed the flowing sensations of pleasure. Every nerve through her pussy and ass was tickled and basking in the afterglow of what the hermaphrodite was capable of. When her thoughts finally did return to the present, she looked down and smiled weakly at Kels's panting, limp body. There was no doubt in her mind that she was becoming addicted to this playful being.
Jeremy had finally figured out the navigation for the boat when he realized the time and decided to leave his perch. His back and shoulders cracked after her stood up and stretched, a satisfied sigh hissing from his mouth. Her turned down the lights and exited the bridge on his way to his and Lossa's room.
Upon getting to the crew quarters, the shepherd noticed the scene through Leon's door window, or the remnants of it at least. He and Marsa were tangled in each other's arms and both seemed to be asleep. But the lack of any coverings on their bodies reminded him of his own mate and he grew suddenly hungry for the otter.
When he opened the door to their room, the first thing he heard was the shower running. A devious smirk came to his face and he stripped the shorts away from his legs and dropped them onto the nearby bed as he made his way to the bathroom. A peculiar sight stopped him in his tracks though, and he turned towards where his shorts laid and looked closer.
Just beyond where the article had fallen, there was a dark spattering of what seemed to be water on the otherwise beige bed sheets. There was also the distinct and rather potent smell of Lossa's arousal and an unidentified musk emanating from the bed. Worry and panic crossed the dog's mind in that instant.
There was supposed to be only four of them on the boat. Had someone else snuck aboard when they left port? And if so, why was their scent and the otter's all over the place?
Jeremy straightened his back and began walking towards the bathroom with a more determined stride and a confrontational mind set when another sight caught him by surprise. This time it was a stack of seven gold coins on the dresser near the bathroom door, which was enough money to keep them operating for quite some time.
Jeremy's mind ceased its whirlwind and he reached for the pieces and held them in his palm. Maybe another addition to their group wasn't all that bad...
