The Smuggler's Way, Part IV

"...and that's when I tossed 'em into the river," Grimm said, before pounding back his beer. He slammed it back on the counter and sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. "And then this other time --"

"Wait," Eska said, making a face. "How many times..." She took another swig, a move that Grimm considered ill-advised considering the band of scarlet stretching across the pirate's face. "Thas like" -- she held out three fingers, counted them -- "thas like four times! Whoa, you fought the big ball guys four times?!"

Captain Black sighed and leaned up to Grimm's ear. "Poor girl's got no tolerance fer grog."

Grimm nodded. "Can, I, umm... can I ask a strange question?"

"How does a stunner like meself end up a pirate?" Captain Black chuckled. "Well, ye see..." She trailed off, grinning. "Go ahead, ask."

"What... are you?" Grimm asked, as bluntly as possible. "I've never seen anything like you before."

"Few have," said the Captain, raising her brow. "I be an orca."

"Or...ca?"

"Aye. We're sea folk. And we keep to the sea. Meself excluded, o' course, though I suppose I adhere to that rule in my own way."

"But you can live on land?"

"O' course! Though we're more comfortable in the water. Easier to move around, y'see."

"But you and Eska --"

"Oh, Eska's not an orca," said the Captain. She gestured at her underling with her head. "She be a shark."

"Shark?"

"Aye." She patted the shark's head, making her flash a toothy smile. Grimm realized he hadn't paid attention to the girl's teeth before. Her mouth was lined with cute little fangs, far different from the flat teeth of the mammals Grimm knew. Eska purred happily at her Captain's touch, blushing. "Sweet girl."

"She's, umm... so she's different from you?"

"Completely!" Captain Black raised her mug to her lips, but didn't drink. "Ye wouldn't know it by lookin' at her, but Eska's species is the most dangerous in the ocean." She took a sip and mulled it over. "'ceptin' the bigger whalefolk, I suppose."

"I've never been to the ocean."

"'Til now, anyway!" The Captain set her mug down. "Tell me, Grimm, are you ready fer adventure on the high seas?"

The bull shrugged. "I guess so," he said simply, fiddling with the rim of his mug.

"Nervous?"

"Just don't know what to expect."

"Oh, ye never know what t'expect on the ocean. I still don't, though I suppose it's more my element. It must be respected, obeyed, paid tribute to, never defiled nor scorned." She grinned. "It's a great, roiling chaos, and it is my home." She polished off her drink and slid it to the edge of the bar. She raised her hand, signaling for another. The barman quickly refilled the mug and pushed it back with a nod. She nodded back.

Eska waved for more beer, but the Captain made a hand signal to the barman. He nodded and pointedly ignored the shark's requests. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"But where are we going?" Grimm asked. "What was that island Marcella mentioned? Demon Island?"

"Damona's Isle," Captain Black replied, licking her gums. "Bane o' my fuckin' existance."

"Why's that?"

"Let's just say... the isle is particular. Anyone can set foot on its shore, but it's the treasure... the treasure that's the fuckin' thing."

"Treasure?" Grimm's ears perked up.

"Treasure!" Eska exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"One I've been graspin' for my whole fuckin' life. Too bad I was born the wrong species, eh?"

"Noooo," Eska protested, pawing at the Captain's waist. The Captain planted her hand on the shark's forehead and kept her at arm's length.

"Wrong species?"

"Y'know, y'do this thing where ye respond to everythin' with a fuckin' question."

"I'm just curious."

"That's one word for it." The Captain chuckled ruefully. "The Isle... it's under a... well, not a curse. More of a blessin', I suppose. It's protective of its bounty, see? Ye gotta bring the right pieces together, put the puzzle together, before ye can access the treasure. And I've got all the pieces, 'cept the last one." She sighed. "And it's the easiest fuckin' part of the puzzle! Just bring a fuckin' bovine to the Isle and have them solve the puzzle fer ye! But every fuckin' bovine I bring aboard abandons me." She took a swig. "I'm at the end of my fuckin' rope."

"Right, Marcella mentioned that... why?"

"Why am I a frazzled fuckin' mess?"

"No, why do they abandon you?"

"'Cause Captain's mean to 'em," Eska blurted out. Her face flushed red (well, redder) as she covered her mouth and made a sound like eep! "I mean -- no -- Captain's the best! Cows are just -- just mean! To her!"

The Captain sighed and rolled her eyes. She reached back and gently flicked Eska between the eyes. "No, she's right. I'm too desperate, y'see? For the treasure. And so I wear 'em down until they jump ship." She sighed. "Sometimes I suspect I'm not meant to be captain."

"No!" Eska exclaimed. She gripped the Captain's arm. "Captain's z'best!" She was slurring her words. "Captain'sh great!" She rocked back-and-forth on her stool.

"Thank ye, lass," Captain Black said, patting the shark's hand, "but I'm afraid the roo was right. I need t'rethink me approach." She took another sip of beer. "A softer approach."

"Play your cards right," Grimm said, rapping his knuckles on the bar, "and I'll get you that treasure."

"And I'll deliver ye to the soft, pillowy bosom of the queendom," said the Captain, raising her mug.

Grimm tapped the Captain tipped their mugs together. "To treasure."

"To treasure." The Captain grinned.

They finished their drinks.

"To treasure..." Eska whined softly, fiddling with her empty mug. She laid her head on the bar.

Captain Black patted the shark girl's back. "Silly girl." She turned to Grimm. "Speakin' of girls, where's yer companions?"

"Oh, they're --" Grimm caught himself. "Changing."

"Must be wearin' twenty layers of underskirts, eh?" She raised her brow and chuckled.

"Something like that," the bull replied with a smirk.

"Sorry it took so long," said Joy, hopping onto the stool beside Grimm. "There was, umm --"

"-- a line!" Marcella sat beside Joy.

"Yes. There was a line." Joy's face was totally flushed, as was Marcella's; their bangs were plastered to their foreheads with sweat. Plus Joy had buttoned her shirt wrong, exposing quite a bit of underboob.

Grimm snorted. "See?" He turned to Captain Black. "Just changing."

"So I see."

Joy leaned over and grabbed Grimm's mug, which had already been refilled and half-emptied. She chugged the rest. "Hush." She flicked the bull's outer thigh, making him laugh.

"So when do we set sail?" asked Marcella. She signaled the barman, who brought over a fresh mug. The moment he set it in front of her she took a long drink and sighed with satisfaction.

"Parched?" The Captain chuckled. "Well, seein' as we got what we came fer" -- she gestured at Grimm and Joy -- "we should be fit to set sail tomorrow. Day after, at the latest."

Grimm nodded and looked at Joy. "What do you think? Ever been to the ocean before?"

"Never," said Joy. "I'm excited." She smiled softly.

"How about you?" he asked Marcella. "Oh, I've been all over the place, shug. I'm not from around these parts, remember?"

"True."

Eska was sound asleep at the bar.

"Well," said Captain Black, standing and stretching her legs, "I suppose Eska's got the right idea." She cracked her neck and snapped her fingers. "C'mon, let's see the ship."

"The ship?"

"What, did ye think ye'd be sleepin' in a penthouse tonight? I didn't amass a lifetime's worth o' riches jus' to squander it on hotel rooms and fancy food. Ye'll be sleepin' on the ship, o' course."

"Oh." Grimm swallowed.

"Not good enough fer ye?" the Captain teased.

"No, just -- just tired."

"Then follow me," said the Captain. She stroked Eska's back. "C'mon, lass, time to get up."

"Can't. Drunk," said the shark.

The Captain sighed. "Time fer bed." She flicked the back of the shark's head, making her jolt upright.

"I'm awake," the shark girl said, eyes still closed.

The Captain leaned over and waved at a pair of underlings engaged in a card game at a nearby table. The pair, a lithe marten and heavyset monkey, went on either side of Eska and helped her off of the stool.

"'Night, Cap'n!" said the marten, as she and the monkey brought Eska to her feet and led her away.

"C'mon," said the Captain, following her crew. She gestured for Grimm and his companions to follow. After offering some more beer to Joy Marcella finished her mug, set it down, together the three of them followed the pirates.

They passed through a narrow corridor, opened a door, and walked outside. They were on a dock.

Joy and Grimm's eyes went wide at the sight of the massive ship docked before them. "Whoa," they said in unison, looking at each other.

"This," Captain Black said, turning her back to the ship and throwing her arms wide, "is The Orca!"

"It's... beautiful," Joy muttered. "I must draw it."

"I'd be honored!" Captain Black declared, laughing. "But fer now, please allow me to show ye yer chambers."

Grimm's legs were shaking as he climbed the ramp leading up to the ship.

Joy played with his belt. "Nervous?" she asked.

"No, just --"

"C'mon!" Marcella playfully shoved her lovers ahead of her. "Marcella's tired!"

Joy giggled as she was ushered forward. Even so, she observed the bull's curious expression.

Captain Black led them to an empty room. It had clearly been used for storage until recently; the crates and boxes that had once filled the room had left light spots on the floors and walls. "It's not glamorous," said the Captain, kicking the side of one of the cots on the floor, "but then again, the best rooms never are, eh?"

Eska had been led to the communal quarters. Now it was just the four of them.

"Sea willing, we set sail at dawn," said the Captain. Then, turning to leave, she said: "And make sure yer bull finds 'is sea legs, eh?" She flashed a grin and walked off.

Grimm swallowed. "Don't know... what she's... talking about..." he said, making a fist. "I'm fi --" He stumbled forward. Joy and Marcella caught him. "Fine. See?" He gritted his teeth.

"Shug, are you... seasick?" Marcella asked, helping the bull sit on a cot.

"Of course not!" Grimm clapped his hands on his thighs. "I'm just -- not used to boats, is all!" He started to stand and immediately fell back down.

Joy sat down opposite Marcella and rubbed the bull's thigh.

Grimm made a face. "Okay, I think I may be seasick."

"Poor baby," Joy cooed, stroking Grimm's chest. She kissed the top of the bull's head. "Here," she said softly, lifting up her boob. Grimm buried his face in Joy's chest; she let her breast drop over his face, hiding his eyes. "There..." She giggled sweetly. "Just rest your eyes, sweetie."

Marcella was resting nearby, having pulled a cot close to Grimm's. She was lying on her side, watching one lover tend to the other. "Of all the people I'd expect to be seasick..." She trailed off. "Poor guy."

"That's right," Joy said softly. "My poor guy..." She squeezed the bull tight.

"This sucks," the bull whined. "This is going to destroy my image."

Marcella giggled. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."

"No self-respecting barbarian gets seasick." Grimm sighed. "I fucking hate boats."

"I thought you said you'd never been to the ocean," said Joy.

"I haven't. But I've taken plenty of ferries and boats and whatever. And this always happens."

Joy squeezed him, gently, trying not to make him feel worse. "Try to get some sleep."

"I don't know if I can." He sighed. "Marcella, beat me into unconsciousness."

Marcella rose to her knees. "If you insist --"

Joy waved her off, mouthing, No.

Marcella sat on her heels. "I mean, umm -- sorry, shug, no can do."

Grimm pouted. "This sucks," he said again.

"Would, umm, sucking on my udders help?" Joy asked. Her hand moved to her breast.

"I think it would make me feel worse. No offense."

Joy gave herself a soft squeeze. "That's okay..." She sounded mildly disappointed.

"What if you came?" Marcella blurted.

"I don't know --"

"That might actually help," offered Joy. "You always sleep well afterward."

"I mean..." Grimm sighed for what felt like the thousandth time. "Maybe..."

Marcella wore a sloppy smile as she faced Grimm and scooted forward on her butt. She slid over the side of the cot, then leaned back and rested her arms on it. Her feet were parallel to Grimm's. The kangaroo looked at Joy and gestured toward the bull's loincloth with her head.

Joy wore a puzzled expression.

Marcella gestured again.

The cow shrugged. "Sweetie," she whispered, "get naked."

The bull had peeled off his shirt shortly after entering the room, feeling hot and constrained. He hiked his butt up so he could slip his loincloth off; he fumbled blindly, pushing it to the end of the cot. Joy leaned over and set the garment on the floor.

"Are you sure?" Grimm asked. "I don't even know if -- oh."

Marcella was still leaning against her cot, resting her head on her hands. She grinned as she took Grimm's cock between her feet and stroked him off.

"That feels -- different," Grimm shuddered.

"Marcella's using her... feet," Joy said, still puzzled.

The kangaroo grinned. "Don't tell me you've never had a footjob, shug!"

"N-never," the bull moaned.

"Well, allow me to pop your cherry, then," said the roo, giggling. Her toes played over the head of Grimm's cock, almost as dexterously as her fingers. The bull's cock was too big and thick to fit between Marcella's big and pointer toes, so she worked him between her arches, using the tips of her toes to tease his shaft.

"Is this a... a kangaroo thing?" Joy asked, face flushing.

"Naw, although I guess I'm better equipped than most." She flashed a prideful grin. "How's it feel, shug?"

"Pretty... good... actually," the bull moaned.

Joy giggled. "It's pretty hot."

"Yeah?" Marcella wiped her forehead. She stroked the bull's cock with one foot while the toes of the other teased the head.

"You have cute feet." Joy giggled. "Do I?" She straightened her legs and wiggled her toes.

"The cutest," Marcella replied. "So it feels good, huh, Grimm?"

Grimm nodded into Joy's chest, too lost in pleasure to speak. The cow giggled and gave the roo a thumbs up.

"Then cum for me, okay, baby?" Marcella blushed. "Umm -- shug. I meant to say 'shug.'" She daintily caressed Grimm's sac with her big toe, running it along the crease between his balls. After eliciting a few loud (but boob-muffled) moans she went back to jerking him off with both feet.

The bull nuzzled Joy's chest and gasped. The cow winked at Marcella, who grinned and redoubled her efforts. "Cum for me," she moaned, "cum for me, baby!"

Grimm jerked as he shot a thick rope of cum all over Marcella's feet. She giggled as she jerked him off, working load after load out of his shaft. His seed dribbled from her toes, dripping between them, off her arches, off her heels...

Marcella continued working the bull's cock until he couldn't cum anymore. Her feet were absolutely coated. As Grimm sagged into Joy's embrace Marcella raised her feet and wiggled her toes, causing droplet of semen to flip off. "Well, this just got complicated," she said. "Guess I didn't plan ahead. Uh... is there a bucket of water somewhere?"

Joy leaned in and kissed Grimm on the top of his head. "Sweetheart, close your eyes, okay?"

Grimm gave her a thumbs up. He was already half-unconscious.

Marcella raised her eyebrow as Joy crawled toward her. "Shug, can you -- oh." She giggled as the cow dragged her tongue across the top of her foot, lapping up the bull's semen. "Joy... that's..." She gasped as Joy ran her tongue back down her foot, to the edge of her big toe. She popped it in her mouth and sucked, wrapping her tongue around the cute little digit. Marcella shuddered as Joy sucked each toe clean and licked along the sides of her feet, cleaning them, teasing little gasps and giggles from her marsupial lover. "Joy... babe... I'm... ticklish..." The kangaroo burst into laughter as Joy went back to sucking on her toes, as she dragged her tongue up to the ankle, as she took her ankles in her dainty hands and lifted them up so she could clean the heels with her tongue, too...

The kangaroo was a squirming, giggling, blushing mess by the time Joy was done with her. "There," the cow said, planting a kiss on the roo's forehead, "all clean." She giggled and climbed back onto Grimm's cot.

The bull was asleep. Joy crawled up and gently put his head back between her breasts. "C'mere," she cooed, patting her stomach.

Marcella chewed her lower lip, stifling a silly grin, and crawled into bed with her lovers, wedging herself between them. She kissed and nuzzled Joy's stomach, making the cow coo. "Goodnight, shug," she said simply, nuzzling the cow until she fell asleep.

Joy stroked the kangaroo's back. "Sleep well, cutie." She rested her head against the pillow and within moments was asleep.