The Great Bull and the Ocean Blue, Part I: Cuddle Buddies

Marcella was leaning over the taffrail, resting her cheek in her palm. She lazily kicked one foot behind her, wiggling her toes and rolling her ankle.

The aftershocks of her fight with the Wrecking Ball Brothers hadn't really hit her until the middle of the night, when a shock of pain jolted her awake. "Oof," she'd groaned, rubbing her lower back, shifting position to alleviate the soreness there. Finding a comfortable spot between her lovers/companions was next to impossible; she'd eventually given up and climbed into a separate cot.

No dice. The discomfort was still there. She ended up wincing the night away. By the time sunlight penetrated the spaces between the slats in the wall her entire body felt stale, brittle. It'd been a fight to climb out of the cot and walk out onto the deck as the crew of the Orca made the finishing touches before setting sail.

There was a part of her that wanted to wake Joy, to share her discomfort and beg for relief, but the sight of the lovely cow curled up with the great bull filled her with guilt. She couldn't tear one lover away from the other. That would be selfish of her, and besides, what was her relationship with Joy, anyway? With Grimm? The pair were of the same species, they were clearly a good match... Marcella sighed ruefully and asked herself if she was getting between them. The voice in the back of her head sounded just as hoarse and exhausted as her own.

So she'd wandered onto the deck and watched the pirate crew work. While not as agile as she'd normally be Marcella was still quick (and small) enough to stay out of the way of Captain Black's crew.

Speaking of the Captain: the orca (Marcella had known what she was, and would have told Grimm had he asked her) had stood in the middle of the deck, barking orders to the crew. Then she cried, "Anchors aweigh!" and the ship lurched forward, away from the deck and onto the deep blue sea.

"Oh! Miss, um, Marcella!" The kangaroo stiffly turned to her left to find Eska holding the ship's manifest. "Did you -- umm -- sleep well?" She was wearing a loose white shirt and black shorts that strained to cover her (thick, very thick, Marcella suddenly noticed) thighs.

Marcella offered a smile, but all it did was shape her face into a brittle mask. "Morning, shug." She yawned. "Didn't sleep a wink, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said the shark. "Are you feeling okay?" There was something in the shark's eyes that suggested she was also feeling uncomfortable, though Marcella didn't register what exactly it was.

"You saw me fight yesterday, right?"

"I did!" Eska flashed a toothy -- in every sense of the word -- smile. "It was amazing!"

Marcella laughed dryly. "Well, that's what I'm feeling." She thumped her fingers along the rail.

"Oh." Eska tapped the back of the book. "Umm... if it makes you feel better, I am very hungover." That's it. Had she been more awake Marcella would have immediately noticed the shark's flushed cheeks, the sweat that beaded her forehead, the way she seemed to wince at every shout and clang coming from the deck. Marcella only now registered some of the shark's finer features: a thick beige stripe extended from her bottom lip to her chin; a few thin stripes of the same color decorated her arms, shins, and tail.

"Doesn't make me feel better to know you're hurtin', shug," Marcella said, gently clapping her hand on the shark's shoulder, "but it's nice to know there's another pea in my pod." She smiled, a little more warmly this time.

Eska giggled. "I like the way you talk."

"Y'know, you ain't the first woman to tell me that." Marcella giggled.

"Umm." Eska blushed. "I really do admire you, Miss Marcella. I wish I could fight like that."

"Thank you, sweetheart. But you can just call me Marcella."

"Okay, Miss -- umm, okay, Marcella." The shark went quiet for a moment. "Umm..." She blushed. "I-if you ever need a m-massage or anything --" She swallowed the rest of the sentence with a barely-audible eep!

Marcella giggled again. "That's mighty sweet of you, darlin'." She glanced over the shark's shoulder. "Oh -- here comes your boss."

Eska swung around, nearly flinging the manifest over the side of the ship. She eep!'d again and pulled the book so tight against her chest her knuckles went white. Her fingers were the same color as the little stripe under her lower lip. "Captain!"

Captain Black stopped a few feet away from the duo and leaned over the rail. She had one boot hiked up between the bars, looking like she was only moments away from climbing up and jumping over the side. "There ye are, Eska. I've been on the hunt fer that damn book all mornin'."

Eska swallowed. "S-sorry, Captain."

The Captain held out her hand and clutched. The shark shakily set the book in the orca's palm and gulped. "Thank ye." She turned to Marcella. "What's got ye brittle-boned and hollow-eyed this morn, Marcella? Rollin' in the proverbial hay with a big feller and a buxom lassie?" She grinned.

Marcella shook her head. "If only. Naw, I've got a case of the 'shoulda taken a bath after fightin' a pair of bulls' blues."

"Ahh." The Captain stretched, popping her back. "Pity, that. But I thankee fer yer assistance. Ye've done enough fer me -- bringin' them bovines aboard -- so don't concern yerself with the goings-on up here. Avail yerself of yer quarters fer as long as ye need."

"Yeah, M-Marcella, get some sleep," Eska added, smiling as sweetly as one suffering from a hangover could.

"Hush yerself, girlie," Captain Black said, though the tone of her voice didn't match the snappiness of her words.

"Naw, she's right," the kangaroo said, yawning again. "Though I should be sayin' the same to you, sweetheart. Drinkin' don't mix with wakin' early."

"Agree to disagree!" the Captain laughed. "Though I suppose few can match my iron belly." She patted the shark on the back, making her wince. "The roo does make a good point, lass."

"But I want to help!" Eska protested, blush deepening. "I want to be useful."

"And ye are," said the Captain, and it suddenly occurred to Marcella that she had never, in the years she'd known the pirate, seen her be remotely tender in her dealings with her crew. "But ye'll be a great deal more useful if yer rested and sobered up."

"But --" Eska fell quiet and rocked on her heels, thumping her bare toes against the wood of the deck.

"Hush," the Captain said, putting her finger to the shark's lips. "I know ye woke early. I know ye double- and triple-checked the manifest, I know ye inspected the anchor, and I know ye searched the inn fer stragglers. Ye've done enough fer now, girl. Get some sleep." She patted Eska's shoulder. "But ye better be up fer lunch or I'll keelhaul ye." She giggled. "Does that help?"

Eska saluted. "Aye, Captain!"

The Captain glanced past the shark and waved. Grimm and Joy had emerged from their quarters, looking pretty much the opposite of Marcella and Eska. Joy was beaming, melting Marcella's heart; Grimm looked a little better, though he stumbled a bit.

"Good morning!" Joy exclaimed, throwing her arms wide, laughing. "It's so beautiful!" She ran to the taffrail and peered over the edge, grinning as she looked down into the water. "I can't believe it!" She pulled Marcella into a hug. "Morning, sweetie! Isn't it wonderful?"

Marcella winced. "Mornin', shug." She nuzzled the cow.

"Morning." Grimm swallowed and planted his feet firmly on the deck. He did not approach the rail.

"Honey, come look!" Joy ushered the bull over.

He gritted his teeth. "Umm -- I'm... I'm fine..."

Joy pouted. "But it's so beautiful..."

He took a deep breath and, after a moment's hesitation, slowly strode toward the taffrail. He quickly glanced down and then shot back up, ramrod straight. "Yep. Beautiful. Never seen anything like it."

"Still feelin' lowly, Grimm?" Marcella asked.

"Haven't found yer sealegs, eh, bull?" The Captain chuckled.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Grimm said, scratching the back of his head. "Doing... great."

"Maybe you should go back to bed," Eska offered. "You don't look so good, Mister Grimm."

"Doing great!" the bull said through his teeth.

Joy giggled sweetly. "Don't mind him." She sidled up next to the bull and wrapped her arms around him. "C'mon, let's get you something to eat."

"Not hungry."

"Grimm."

"Mess is that way," Captain Black said, stifling another laugh, pointing to an area opposite the guest quarters.

"Thank you! Wanna join us, babe?"

Marcella blushed. "Actually, sugar, I'm gonna go get some more sleep." She huffed. "Scratch that. I'm going to get some sleep."

"Okay... are you alright?"

"Just worn out, sugar. Worn out and sore."

"Sweetheart..." Joy kissed the kangaroo's forehead. "Wanna cuddle?" She smiled, and Marcella was filled with warmth.

"Naw, go get some vittles, sugar. I'll manage." She pecked Joy on the cheek. "I'm gonna hit the hay, alright?"

"Alright." Joy blushed. "Umm..." She leaned forward and kissed Marcella on the mouth, caressing her cheek as their lips met. "Get some good sleep, okay, baby?"

Marcella's face was streaked crimson. "Okay..." She smiled sloppily and cleared her throat.

"See you in a bit!" Joy said, dragging Grimm away. She rolled her eyes and giggled at his weak attempts at protest. "C'mon, sweetheart, let's get some food in your belly."

When Marcella turned back to the pirates, Eska's eyes were sparkling. She wore a goofy expression, cupping her cheeks. "You guys are so cute!" she exclaimed, rocking on her heels. "I can't take it."

"Eska," Captain Black sighed, rolling her eyes. "Don't infantilize our guests."

Eska swallowed. "Sorry, Captain."

"Naw, it's cute," Marcella said, smiling. "Umm -- this might be out of turn, so forgive my sayin' it, but... well, Joy 'n' Grimm've got me in a cuddly mood."

"Duh!" Eska giggled. "So cute!"

Captain Black facepalmed.

"So, uh..." Marcella cleared her throat. "If y'all wanna snuggle up, it might do us both some good."

Eska pointed at herself. "You mean with me?"

"By Neptune's beard, who else could she mean?" Captain Black snarked. "Yes, you, ye ditzy fish."

Eska blushed. "Oh."

Marcella giggled. "I was just offerin'. Y'all don't have to --"

"I, umm, I would like to... do that," Eska said, wiggling her fingers together. "I am very tired." She looked up at her boss. "Is that okay, Captain?"

The Captain sighed again, smiling. "Yer a pirate, lass. Make yer own decisions every once and a while, eh?"

Marcella stretched. "I'll be in my quarters," she said, starting across the deck, "if y'all wanna join me."

The moment she entered the guest quarters Marcella crawled into bed, not bothering to undress. She was too tired to bother.

The kangaroo smiled to herself when she heard the door open. She rolled over and looked up at Eska as she closed the door behind her.

"Umm, hi," Eska said, looking bashful.

"Howdy, sugar," Marcella replied, pulling her blanket up to her chin.

"Are you sure this is okay?" The shark flexed her toes over the top of her other foot.

"C'mere." Marcella opened her arms.

Eska blushed as she climbed into the cot. As Marcella wrapped the blanket around her new friend her hand brushed against the woman's skin... it was strange to touch someone without fur. But not unpleasant.

"Get comfy, sugar." Marcella rested her hand on the shark's waist. "Is this okay? I don't want --"

Eska scooted closer, causing Marcella's hand to slide down to her back. The shark purred happily as she nuzzled the kangaroo. "Sorry," she said softly, "I-I'm a cuddler."

"That's okay," said the kangaroo, giggling. "Here." She caressed the shark's back, making her coo. Eska returned Marcella's gentle affection by stroking the kangaroo's hip. "That feels nice, shug."

"Good." Eska smiled. Her hand drifted to Marcella's lower back. "Umm... w-would you like a m-massage?"

"You don't have to do that, sweetheart."

"B-but I want to! Thanks to you, I don't have to share a ship with those awful brothers." She made a face.

"Well..." Marcella looked into the shark's big green eyes and smiled. "Okay. If you insist."

The shark giggled. "Yay!" She sat up. Her cheeks flushed the color of cherry blossoms. "Umm... you should take your... shirt off..."

"You're right." The kangaroo groaned as she rose to her knees. Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt. As she pulled it over her head she winced.

"Here, let me help," Eska said, scooting behind Marcella. She pulled the roo's shirt fully off. Her eyes went wide as Marcella's huge tits jiggled and slapped together.

Marcella giggled. The cute shark was gently biting her lower lip, admiring her chest. "Should I take off my pants, too?"

Eska gulped. "Umm... maybe..." She wiggled in place, wearing a fretful expression, as Marcella dipped forward and hiked her butt in the air.

It was actually a little painful, but Marcella enjoyed giving her new buddy a show. She wiggled her butt as she slid her pants down to her knees. "Actually... would you mind helping me? I'm awful sore."

"O-okay." Eska gripped the band of Marcella's pants, blush darkening red as her hands made contact with the kangaroo's flesh. She tugged her pants down until they were around Marcella's ankles; the roo pulled them off with her foot and scooted them across the floor. "Better?"

"Better," said the kangaroo, laying herself flat against the cot. She turned her head and rested it in her arms.

"Good." Eska made a happy chirping sound. "Here." She leaned over the kangaroo and began to gently work her back muscles. "I'll help you feel better, okay?"

Marcella purred as Eska began massaging her aching back.

"You're so cute," Joy said, watching Grimm eat his oatmeal.

"What did I do?" Grimm asked. He gulped down a mouthful of food. "I'm just sitting here."

"And it's very cute." Joy played with the handle of her spoon. "Sorry. I'm in a sappy mood."

"When are you not?" the bull teased.

Joy poked him with her foot. "I just like taking care of people." She blushed. "I like taking care of you."

"Yeah?" He smiled.

"Mmhmm... like last night. I loved it."

"Even though I was a queasy mess?"

"Because you were a queasy mess." Joy pouted her lip, thinking. "I just... like it when you're vulnerable. It's sweet."

"Well, I'm glad you were there with me."

"Yeah?" The cow's eyes brightened.

"Yeah. I couldn't ask for a better companion."

Joy made a happy noise at the back of her throat and reached across the table. She splayed her fingers. Grimm took her hand and squeezed.

"Umm... can I admit something?"

"Sure." Grimm pushed his empty bowl away.

"I really like you. Umm... I mean, I know that's obvious, but... I dunno, sometimes I call you my bull, or I think of myself as your cow, and I don't even know what that means, but it makes me happy when I think about it." She was blushing deeply, something Grimm rarely saw with Joy. She was so emotionally open, so unabashedly affectionate, that he didn't think it was possible for her to be flustered. But here she was, bashful and hesitant. "I know it's silly."

"Do you want to be my cow?" Grimm asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe... but I also, umm... I love what I have with Marcella. And -- and Buttercup, and..."

"Me too."

"So... so I wouldn't want to be, umm... exclusive..."

"That's okay. Me either."

"Then..."

"Wanna be my cow?" Grimm offered a big smile.

Joy nodded, shrinking in on herself. "Yeah... I do."

"Then I'll be your bull."

Joy beamed. "Okay," she said simply, squeezing Grimm's big hand. She fell silent and closed her eyes. "This is nice," she said softly, squeezing his hand again, listening to the creaking of the ship and the waves below.

"I'm glad you're here with me," Grimm admitted. "I hate boats."

"I know, honey." Joy released Grimm's hand so she could trace lines down his arm with her fingertips. "Grimm..."

"Yeah?"

"I need to be milked soon."

"Getting uncomfortable?"

Joy nodded.

"Wanna go back to our room?"

"No, I wanna wait a while. I might as well wait for my breakfast to convert."

"Okay. Do you want to go outside? It's... beautiful out..."

"You'll get sick."

"I'll be okay." Grimm stood. "C'mon. I wanna watch the water with my cow." He winked.

Joy's cheeks flushed pink. "Okay..." She said, standing. Her smile was wide as the ocean.

"Gosh, that feels awfully nice," Marcella purred, nuzzling her arms with her cheek. "You're so good at that, shug."

Eska was hard at work massaging the area just above Marcella's rear. "Th-thank you," she replied. "I used to do these for my friends back home. For my friends onboard, sometimes, too..."

"Where is 'back home,' shug? I'm just curious."

Eska was quiet for a second. "Umm... it's hard to explain..."

"You don't have to --" Marcella worried she'd touched a sensitive subject.

"No, I just mean... see, sharks aren't like other races. We don't have a permanent home like the cows and -- and kangaroos. We, umm, we live underwater in these giant shivers --"

"Shivers?"

"That's what we call our cities."

"Oh, Sorry for interruptin', shug."

"It's okay!" Eska lovingly squeezed the kangaroo's pliant flesh. "But we live in these big underwater... cities, and they don't stop moving. We're kind of, umm, nomadic, I guess. Swimming from place to place, never really stopping for long... I loved it, but I was also, umm, I was also always curious about the outside world. Sharks aren't used to... to interacting with outsiders."

"I see. Kangaroos can be like that, too."

"Were you isolated, too?"

"Me? No. I'm from Drytown." Drytown was one of the biggest cities in the southern islands. "I'm used to livin' with non-roos."

"Not me," Eska said. "Well, I mean, I'm getting used to it now, but until I joined up with Captain Black I only really knew other sharks."

"When did you join the crew?"

"Umm, about two years ago."

"Why did you join, if you don't mind my askin'?"

"I wanted to see the world." Eska sighed. "The above world, I mean. Land. The Captain offered to show me."

"Well, I'm glad you're up here, shug." Marcella offered her new friend a smile.

Eska returned it. "Me too." She blushed as her hands drifted down to the top swells of Marcella's prodigious buttocks.

The kangaroo sighed happily. "That feels great..."

"Yeah?" Eska massaged her. "Let me know if I go too far..."

"Oh, honey, I don't think that's possible." Marcella giggled. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"For bein' flirty."

"Oh --"

"You're bein' awful nice, and I feel like I'm makin' you uncomfortable."

"N-not at all..." Eska caressed the kangaroo's skin. "I, umm... I don't mind..." She swallowed. "I actually think, umm, that you're really... really pretty..."

Marcella looked up at her. "Really?"

Eska nodded. "Mmhmm... th-that's one of the reasons I offered to give you a massage..."

"I see..." Marcella giggled. "Then I retract my apology, sugar."

Eska giggled. "Good!" She cupped Marcella's butt cheek. "I-is this okay...?"

The kangaroo nodded and closed her eyes. "Feels nice, sugar..."

"What about this?" Eska's hand migrated downward until it caressed the spot where Marcella's cheek met her leg. Then she traced a line with her finger back up the cheek, making the kangaroo shudder.

"Mmhmm..." Marcella slackened.

"A-and this?" Eska ran her finger up and down the crack of Marcella's ass, a journey which took a surprisingly long time.

"Hmm..." Marcella sighed happily and flexed her toes, totally blissed out.

"Good..." Eska began massaging Marcella's butt, partly to make her more comfortable but mostly to have an excuse to play with it. She groped and caressed the roo's fat, bouncy cheeks, marveling at their fluid movement, at the way they lightly clapped together when the marsupial moved. "Y-you have the cutest butt I've ever seen."

"Yeah?" The kangaroo giggled.

"Mmhmm..." Without thinking Eska dipped forward and planted a kiss on Marcella's ass cheek. "S-sorry, did I go t-too far?"

"Do it again," Marcella whispered.

Eska blushed. She kissed the cheek's twin, then nuzzled it. Then she went back to massaging.

After a few minutes Marcella opened her eyes and looked up at the shark. She rolled onto her back, causing her big breasts to wobble. "C'mere," she said softly, opening her arms.

Eska was still a blushing mess as she lowered herself to the kangaroo and fell into her embrace. She nuzzled Marcella's chest. "Was the massage okay? I hope you're feeling b-better..."

"I feel so much better," Marcella purred. "Thank you, sugar." She kissed the top of the shark's head.

Eska giggled. "M-Marcella?"

"Hmm?"

"I wanna b-be n-naked, too..."

"Then be naked, cutie."

Eska rose to her knees and, as though she'd been ready, fluidly removed her shirt and deposited it on the floor. Marcella admired the shark's naked back. She'd assumed that Eska would have, well, a swimmer's body beneath her baggy clothes -- tautly muscled, toned -- but she was actually rather soft; Marcella could see the beginnings of a chubby belly. The shark was small-breasted... Marcella felt a pang of desire shoot through her brain, wanting to cup Eska's chest and pull her in for a kiss... she blushed.

The shark raised herself up. Marcella watched with glee as Eska raised her tail and pulled her pants down, revealing a surprisingly fat butt that wobbled over her waistband. Her cheeks bounced free as her pants fell to her knees. Despite the erotic display Eska was blushing, wearing a silly smile that was by turns excited and embarrassed. "I-is this okay?" she asked, bringing her arm across her chest.

"You're so cute," Marcella said simply, smiling.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm..."

Eska made a happy sighing sound. She leaned forward, propping herself up on her palm, and stretched her legs out. Her tail swished down toward her feet, then flicked toward the band of her pants. Marcella watched with unabashed admiration as the shark removed her pants with her tail, even depositing them on the floor next to her shirt without using her hands.

"Wow," Marcella said, grinning. "Hell of a tail you've got there."

"It's pretty great, isn't it?" Eska giggled and maneuvered the tip of her tail up to her face. She gave it a kiss and winked. "Gotta have good tail control if you wanna swim like me."

The kangaroo giggled. "C'mere, cutie. I'm dyin' for a snuggle."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Eska. She crawled onto the cot and reclaimed her spot next to Marcella. Then she scooted a little closer, then a little closer, until their chests were touching.

Marcella cupped Eska's cheek. Her eyes met the shark's as she caressed her. "Is this okay?"

Eska nodded into her hand. "Umm... Marcella?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Can I... kiss you?"

Despite herself the kangaroo blushed. She nodded.

Eska scooted forward and pressed her lips to Marcella's.

Though Marcella's eyes were closed she knew the shark was blushing. She could feel the heat from the woman's face against her own, in her hand... it spurred something in her, and she kissed the shark harder, moaning softly into her mouth. A purr escaped her as the shark's tongue slipped between her lips.

The kangaroo found Eska's hand and brought it to her breast. She gently held her wrist, keeping her planted there, teasing the skin of her arm with her fingers. She sighed happily as Eska, emboldened, groped at her breast. Marcella's mouth broadened into a smile when the shark's fingertip brushed over her nipple.

Their lips parted. Marcella tilted her head back and swallowed. "Oh... sugar, that feels... so good..."

"Yeah?" Eska whispered. She kissed the kangaroo's neck, making her sigh.

"Mmhmm..."

"Can I... suck them?"

The bluntness of the question caught Marcella off-guard. She grinned, torpedoing whatever coolness she'd wanted to exhibit. She cupped the back of Eska's head and played with her hair. "They're all yours," Marcella purred, a bit disappointed she couldn't come up with anything better. With her free hand she hefted one breast up toward Eska's face.

That was enough invitation for the shark. She giggled as she leaned forward and found Marcella's nipple. She licked the very tip, making the kangaroo shudder, and looked up. Marcella looked down, saw the playful smile on the shark's face, and nodded. Eska licked her nipple some more. Then she rested her forehead against the massive mammary and nuzzled it, lovingly, almost longingly, before abruptly dipping forward and taking the hard nub between her lips.

Marcella purred with delight as Eska suckled. It felt amazing... it always felt amazing, but Eska seemed almost... appreciative? Anxious? Like she'd wanted to do it for some time, and she'd finally been given her long-awaited chance. The kangaroo continued to play with the shark's hair.

Eska switched breasts. After a few more minutes of worship she rested her cheek against the kangaroo's cleavage and sighed. "I'm so jealous," she said softly.

"Of what, sweetheart?" Marcella's hand went southward so she could stroke the shark's back.

"I've always wanted big boobs," Eska said wistfully. "I was always so jealous of cows and goats and stuff." She giggled. "And now you." She planted a kiss on Marcella's chest.

"I think yours are mighty cute as they are, sugar," Marcella whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm..."

Eska scooted back and looked up at Marcella. The kangaroo admired her dainty chest. The skin on Eska's chest and stomach was the same beige-like color as the strip under her lower lip. Her nipples were a lighter shade of orange than her skin. "Really?"

"Really." Marcella cupped one of Eska's breasts. It barely filled her palm. She squeezed, and the shark sighed. Marcella scooted down so she could kiss Eska on the lips, and before the shark could move she wrapped her lips around her nipple and sucked.

Eska cooed as Marcella suckled and kissed her breasts. She wrapped her arms around the kangaroo's upper back and held her close, encouraging her to continue. Marcella sighed happily when Eska nuzzled the top of her head and peppered it with kisses.

The shark gently pulled Marcella way from her chest and brought her up into a kiss. Their eyes closed as their lips met.

"Marcella," Eska purred. Her hand drifted southward from Marcella's cheek to her collarbone, to her breast, where it teased a nipple begging to be sucked again... the kangaroo giggled as Eska ran her finger along the rim of her pouch, then down the pouch, to her thighs, to... between her thighs...

The roo shuddered. "Mmm... sweetheart..." she purred, spreading her legs to accommodate the shark's searching hand. Her toes curled as Eska found her clit. "Oh... fuck..." Eska had maneuvered a pillowy breast up to her face and latched on. Marcella ran her hand through the shark's hair, teasing her cute, pointy ears, gently pressing on the back of her head to keep her there, urging her to suckle to her heart's content...

...but she wasn't content to let Eska do all the work. Her tail brushed against the hand buried between her thighs, snaking its way past the shark's arm, caressing the cute, semi-chubby tummy... then, lightly pressing the tip to the shark's belly, it moved downward, between those thick, pillowy thighs...

Eska gasped into Marcella's breast. She looked up at her newfound lover, blushing. "I-is that..." She shuddered.

Marcella giggled and nodded. Her tail teased the shark's clit, tip sliding up and down her folds, brushing against her inner thighs.

Eska bent one leg at the knee and cocked it up, granting Marcella easier access. Then she brought her hand up, leaving Marcella's sex painfully alone.

"Es...ka... are you... oh..." Marcella moaned softly -- a heavy, sharp sound -- as Eska returned the favor with her tail. The shark's tail was soft and sweet against her fur, the tip malleable enough to bend slightly as it brushed her sex. Eska giggled into Marcella's fat tits. She alternated between them, careful not to give one more attention than the other.

It was almost too much: this cute lady worshiping her tits, masturbating her (with her tail, no less), comforting her in every way she could... She gently pulled Eska away from her breast, almost regretting it the moment she did it, and kissed her.

They moaned into each other's mouths, over tongues that played hungrily over one another, as they made love to each other with their tails. Their hands went to each other's chests, free to explore and tease, one or the other occasionally joining their tails to help their lover along.

"Baby," Marcella purred, resting her forehead against Eska's, "I'm so close..."

"Me too," Eska said. She nibbled Marcella's bottom lip between her sharp little teeth. She moaned as she pulled her lover into another kiss.

They broke away as they both came. Their hands found each other and squeezed.

Marcella let out a sharp, husky gasp, sounding almost exhausted, as though every last bit of energy was pouring itself into her cry of ecstasy.

Eska erupted in a cute squeal. She grabbed Marcella's free hand and brought it up to her lips. She slipped the kangaroo's index finger into her mouth and nibbled on it. Marcella stroked the shark's cheek with her thumb, watching her face flush.

Their bodies -- and tails -- went slack and they collapsed into one another. Eska rested one leg over Marcella's. They were both panting, gasping messes.

"Wow," Marcella panted, looking up at the ceiling. She tiredly looked at Eska and grinned. "That was... amazin', shug..."

"Yeah?" Eska giggled. Her forehead and cheeks were streaked with crimson; combined with her orange skin she looked, in Marcella's estimation, like a delicious tropical fruit. The shark flashed her pointy teeth as she brought her tail up to her face. The tip of her tail was slick with Marcella's juices; Eska giggled as she dragged her tongue along it, playfully lapping up what was left. Then she flopped her tail over her leg.

"Wish my tail was long enough to do that," Marcella said with a wink.

Eska purred happily. "Thank you..."

"Thank you, darlin'." Marcella nuzzled Eska's cheek.

"Feel better?"

"Like a million gold coins."

"Good." Eska flashed that toothy grin of hers. "Marcella?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I'm very sleepy."

"C'mere." The kangaroo pulled her in close. "Let's get some shut eye." Using her tail Marcella pulled the blanket over their snuggling bodies.

They didn't let go of each other's hands as they fell asleep.

"...sure you're feeling okay?" Joy looked up at Grimm with concern.

It was the fifth time she'd asked since they'd walked out onto the deck. They were now sitting by the taffrail, legs dangling over the side of the ship. Joy was resting her head on Grimm's shoulder.

"I'm okay," Grimm said, and he was... for the most part. He'd woken in the middle of the night, pinned to the cot by his cow and their roo, and though he'd wanted to get up and walk around the deck for a while, see if he could adapt to his new surroundings, he didn't want to rouse them, nor did he want to concern them. He felt silly -- stupid, almost. It was like all of his successes, all of his strengths, were totally secondary compared to... this. This disequilibrium, this vulnerability. Despite Joy's desire to take care of him, Grimm hated the idea that he was someone who needed to be taken care of. At all. He was the Great Bull. He was the man who'd singlehandedly taken down the Clay River Bandits; he was the man who'd turned Two-Teeth McGee into Toothless McGee; he was the unstoppable force who'd barreled through Fort Frostmane and rescued the children of the Duke of Winterglass. And he was also the man who couldn't walk across a rocking boat without needing a bucket. That he was so vulnerable in front of a woman -- two women, really -- whose estimation of him actually mattered to him... He wanted to sigh. Maybe then he'd feel some relief. But he didn't want to ruin this moment with Joy, either.

"Okay..." Joy kicked back-and-forth. "Hey, Grimm..."

"Is it time?"

"It's time."

Joy was giggling as she and Grimm closed the door behind them. Upon seeing Marcella and Eska sleeping together, snuggled up tight, she let out the beginnings of an "Awww..." but quickly stifled it. Grimm raised his eyebrow at the sight, looked down at Joy, and shrugged. She shrugged back and removed her shirt.

They climbed into their own cot. Joy settled in atop Grimm. She ran her hands along his muscles and sighed, even ducking her head down to kiss his chest and shoulders. Her eyes met his. Something penetrated him -- that look of pure affection, of longing... how could he deny it?

Grimm gently pulled Joy forward so that her breasts were hanging over his face. He tenderly lapped at a turgid nipple, nuzzling the pillowy flesh that surrounded it, and when he heard his cow coo with approval he slipped it between his lips and sucked. The bull was immediately rewarded with warm, delicious milk.

Joy squirmed with every suckle, every spurt of milk. She was constantly on the verge of releasing a moan or sigh, constantly reminding herself of the sleepers nearby to keep herself quiet. It was getting too hard to stay silent. She grabbed Grimm's wrist and brought his hand to her mouth. The bull registered what she was doing as she flattened it and pressed his palm to her mouth. She pushed against his hand, keeping it there, keeping her quiet... The bull gently pushed of his own accord, only enough to satisfy her need for silence.

Grimm at least had the benefit of having two huge breasts mashed against his face. The problem, however, was the mounting tightness beneath his loincloth. And judging by the way Joy gasped into his palm, by the way her tongue occasionally flicked past her lips and slathered his skin in saliva, this was a mutual issue.

But Grimm managed to suckle in relative silence for a while, trying with all his might to ignore his throbbing erection.

Eventually Joy kissed his palm, looked into his eyes, and nodded. She caressed the side of one breast, hanging her head to the side, kissing his palm and nuzzling it. He gently pulled his hand away.

"Better?" he mouthed.

She nodded, smiling. "Better," she mouthed back. She playfully bit her lip and stroked the tented fabric of his loincloth. Grimm sighed. Her hand drifted from his crotch to her own, where she traced her knuckle up and down, up and down... it was almost... hypnotic, the way she lazily teased herself.

Joy tugged Grimm's loincloth down enough to expose his cock, which sprung free and stiffly wobbled into place. He stifled a moan as her fingers played over the head, over his aching shaft... Refusing to suffer alone Grimm slipped his hand past the band of Joy's pants and teased her clit. The cow tightened against him, pressing her legs against his to lock him in place.

Joy was mid-gasp when Grimm reached up and covered her mouth with his free hand. He was about to make the same sound when she reached down and covered his mouth (partway, anyway).

The lovers kept each other quiet as they slowly masturbated one another.

Joy winked and half-stood, pulling her pants further down. When they were around her knees she (gently, quietly) placed them on the floor -- Grimm admired the way her cute butt jiggled softly as she leaned over the side -- and sat back in place. Then she pulled Grimm's loincloth all the way off and set it beside her pants.

Now totally naked, Joy went back to stroking her bull off. But only for a moment, only to tease him... then she scooted closer, swung around, and mashed her sex against the bull's face. Grimm closed his eyes and went to work teasing the cow's clit with his tongue. Joy, meanwhile, took Grimm's cock in her mouth and began to suck.

The pair silently 69'd, going slow so they wouldn't get too caught up in the moment. The occasional gasp or breathy sigh escaped one or both of them, but they were otherwise quiet, letting Marcella and Eska sleep.

It didn't take long: maybe they were just too worked up; maybe it was how weird the whole thing was. Whatever the reason, Joy's whole body shuddered as she came, tightening her grip on Grimm's head, redoubling her efforts to make him cum with her... which he soon did, shooting a thick, hot load into her waiting mouth. Joy quietly -- mostly quietly -- swallowed the mouthfuls of semen Grimm gave her, lovingly stroking him off into her mouth, onto her tongue, cooing happily. He continued to please her with his tongue, pushing her further and further into orgasm, thanking her for what she was doing, for who she was, for being with him at that moment and at all.

And then it was over, and Joy collapsed on top of Grimm, and after a moment of total stillness she began caressing his inner thigh. He gently groped the generous swell of buttock inches from his face. Joy slowly turned around to face him. She crawled up to him and fell into his arms.

Grimm held his cow and stroked her back, nuzzled her forehead... he reached down, pulled the blanket up enough to cover their nakedness... he squeezed her and kissed her forehead, her mouth...

There wasn't anything to say. There wasn't anything they could say.

Grimm winked. Joy winked back.

They lay there for a while. Then they too were asleep.