Monster Pirate Whores Ch. 01

"Jigs is right," Jyne said, licking her plate clean and pushing it away. "No way will this be easy, but I believe it is worth it. So let's make sure the crew is ready for the biggest - and possibly last - fight of the Black Heart Pirates!"

The group cheered as they all attended to their duties. Before Jyne could move - thinking about raiding the pantry for some more food - Jiggles grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. "We have a problem."

Resisting a groan, Jyne nodded and reminded herself to act like a captain. She even had a suspicions about the problem. Scratching the back of her head, Jyne scratched harder as the sudden itch needed attention.

"Curse all poets and musicians," Jyne muttered, following the doctor towards her clinic, more spots around her body needing to be itched.

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"Captain! So good to see you! Have you been putting on a few pounds? They look good on you, not knocking your body. Want to hear my latest song?"

Jyne scowled, not caring for the talkative girl barely out of her teens gallivanting the romantic world of piracy. The captain might have dredge up more empathy for her, but the girl would Not. Stop. Talking.

"Lorryn, shut up." Jiggles was as fruity as a pie, but even she had limits. This was her domain, the table she operated on clean and sterile yet stained with so much old blood the wood appeared black.

"What happened this time?" Jyne asked before the gabby girl could pick up steam, using her left hand to dig her nails into the back of her right forearm.

"Weeellll, I was having a few of the girls show me how to unfurl the sails, so I was way up on the center mast when I thought it would be fun to do that swinging thing everyone does, so I grabbed one of the ropes and jumped off with a whooping yell, only I didn't hold on tight enough, which is when I thought I was going to TOTALLY fall to my death, but there were a lot of ropes and one of them snagged me by the leg, which might be broken? Anyway..."

Jiggles did everyone a favor and placed her hand over Lorryn's mouth between breaths. "She's a danger to herself and others and we need to keep her confined below decks or throw her overboard. Regardless, her ankle's twisted and she needs to stay off it for a couple of days."

While Lorryn tried to speak through a muffling hand, Jyne put some thought into this latest problem. For the last month, Lorryn Dawnstrider - yes, of THE Dawnstrider Trading Company - had paid Jyne an exorbitant amount of gold bars so that she could spend six months on their ship. Small, earnest, healthy, looking like some brown haired tomboy seeking out the next naive adventure in her fancy aristocratic clothing, Jyne agreed because money was tight and that gold paid some debts.

Only it didn't take a day for the merchant heiress to pull out her lute and sing a tune while becoming the center of every problem a ship can have. All accidents, all with the most sincere apologies, Jyne became convinced of the Lorryn Curse. Or the ship was cursed and Lorryn was the delivery. Whatever the reason, cursing became involved.

Feeling her eyehole itching behind the patch, Jyne suddenly grinned and leaned in. "Don't worry, Dr. Jiggles is going to take good care of you." Looking the young girl up and down, the captain could appreciate youth as much as the next woman. "Very good care. At least until nightfall."

"Aye aye, captain." Jiggles moved in, keeping her hand firmly over Lorryn's mouth as Jyne straightened and got a finger under her patch to start itching. "Now, ya can either do this yerself - which may or may not involve whips - or ya can let me help ye. Frankly, I reckon Imma bit more aroused than normal, so I think ya should pick me, but ye always have a choice in ma clinic. Nod if ya want me, shake if'n ya want yerself."

Jyne waited around for the eventual, hesitant nod with eyes wider than saucers. Walking out and closing the door, Dr. Jiggles didn't waste any time and for once, Lorryn stopped talking.

She moaned. Loudly.

Which, to Jyne's surprise after the morning she had, got her hot and a tad moist.

"What is going on with me today?" Jyne asked, flustered and horny, climbing topside to get this ship on course, itching her body the entire time.

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As the day wore on, Jyne became increasing convinced some kind of disease worked itself through the girls. Everyone appeared flushed and distracted, breathing heavily like they ran a mile, everyone sweating so much half the crew wore only their underwear as they worked. A few, like Tops, forewent clothing entirely and let her small pert breasts hang free. A few also showed signs of itching, which was how Jyne connected the dots, parts of her body having deep red furrows from her savage scratches.

Not that Jyne paid much attention to anything. Whatever mystery affected the crew, it attacked the captain ten fold. No more than a half hour after meeting with Jigs and Lorryn, Jyne fell to her knees when a wave of pleasure hit her right in the womb. Not an orgasm, but more like if she edged herself for half a day all hitting her at once. It had her gasping for breath like a fish flopping on deck, her eyes crossing from the sensations and her abdominal muscles contracting in rhythm with her pounding heart.

She almost ran to her quarters right then, but Jyne became resolute to maintain order and decorum. How would it look if the captain spent all day fingering herself into oblivion? She had to be strong, for her crew.

Couldn't stop the growing stain spreading down her pants, though. At least they were black pants.

"Captain? Uh, Jyne?"

"What? Yes?" Jyne leaned against the back railing of the Puppis, ostensibly keeping watch over Krizz and her team womaning the wheel to keep the ship on course. However, her eyes glazed with her legs crossed, no one could notice how tightly her thighs were pressed together. As the morning turned into afternoon, four more of those waves had attacked her and they were only gaining in intensity. Jyne dredged all her willpower into her libido to prevent spontaneously cumming in front of the crew. "What is it, Berry?"

"I asked if you want some dinner," the magus stated, though this plague hit the other woman nearly as hard as the captain, it seemed. Her tits appeared swollen and about to pop out of her bra, leaking some thick yellow milk out of her nipples, giant blue veins pulsing under translucent skin.

Jyne didn't have to answer, her stomach growled loud enough Tops probably heard it up in the crow.

"I feel like I haven't eaten in days," Jyne said in the same tone a woman said she hadn't had a dick in her for months. Temporary horniness pushed aside, Jyne practically ran down the steps and towards the center of the main deck where JC passed out bowls of fish stew to the crew.

"Hey! Back off! No seconds 'till everyone gets some! Only so much stew to go around." JC was serious about people following her rules, that ladle in her hand whipping out hard enough to knock girls on their backs if they weren't careful. "Here ya go captain. Noticed you weren't looking too hot so I added some herbs to your bowl."

Jyne only nodded her thanks before she forewent the spoon entirely and gulped the hot, thick meal down her throat, not even caring how much it burned. It was like eating sex, food never tasted so good. Propriety completely out the window, Jyne licked every inch of the bowl clean before she realized the crew had gone quiet and were all looking at her strangely.

"Ah, yes," Jyne stumbled, her face heating up even as her tongue searched for any missing morsel on her face. "Thank you, JC, that tasted...great. Best stew I've ever had."

"Do you...want another bowl, Captain?" For once, the matronly cook appeared subdued, filling the next bowl and holding it out.

It took every scrap of willpower Jyne possessed to hold up her hand and smile, shaking her head. "Oh no, I know the rules as much as anyone and it wouldn't be fair to get another bowl. You just give that to the next person while I head in early tonight. I think I caught something and I don't want to fall over sick when we get to Faluss."

Other girls gave half hearted chuckles before breaking out into a whisper of gossip while Jyne worked her way into her cabin and shut the door, sliding to the floor as she put her fist to her mouth and panted, trying desperately not to cum.

"I'm...better...than this!" Jyne urged herself, getting up and going to a large cabinet she had in the back of the cabin. Opening it she found a well stocked treasure trove of chocolates, cheeses and preserved meats she usually saved for celebrating with the officers after a successful raid. However, technically these were all purchased with Jyne's share and were therefore Jyne's. All Jyne's.

An hour later, the suns setting into the waters they were sailing towards, Berry wiped a tremendous amount of sweat from her brow and stifled a groan of pleasure when her arms pushed her full and leaking tits a bit together, the jostling enough to spray tiny splashes of milk through her straining top. Knocking politely, she stepped into the cabin and found her Captain in quite the state.

"Jyne?!" The normally emotionless woman quickly moved into the dark room, using her magic to light the lamp with a thought and bending down to help her friend.

Jyne lay in the middle of the bits of paper and cloth that remained of an entire cabinet of food. Oddly, there were no crumbs or even stray bits of grease: the entire meal had been consumed. Some of the waxed paper had teeth marks. Berry looked over to the open cabinet and saw it empty, which made no sense, the sheer weight of the food in there would have been more than nearly two whole Jynes. Yet as Jyne moaned and squirmed on the ground, both her hands working furiously inside herself and her pants around her ankles, it was as if the food had vanished.

"SomeTHIIIng's...haaaPPEENnnniiing..." Jyne choked out between gasps of air, her voice stretching and modulating in ways that sounded unnatural as her body arched and strained for release.

Before Berry could respond, holding out her hands to cast a spell, Jyne came.

At the same time, the yellow light of the eyes of the statue flashed brighter than the twin suns.

And everything changed.

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Down below decks, in the corner where Dr. Jiggles practiced her craft with a crooked pair of fingers or a phallic piece of wood, Lorryn woke up from her session getting the ropes untied from her wrists. If she looked exhausted and covered in drying sweat, well, at least the afterglow flushed her cheeks adorably and kept her mouth shut...mostly.

"Wow...just, wow." The knots holding the small girl down were rather intricate, so Jiggles took her time, but that didn't stop Lorryn from fussing and straining against the bonds in a misguided effort to help. "You're really good at that, the sex thing, I mean, and I wonder if I broke my arm..."

Jiggles wanted this girl out of her clinic and for some reason it got hard to focus on the ropes. Sure, the young and supple body exposed so close to the perverted woman had her panting to get down there and drink it in all over again, but human physiology had limits and Jiggles didn't want to hurt the girl.

Suddenly Jiggles' hands cramped, for no reason as her body heat cranked upwards by about twenty degrees. Jiggles didn't even notice that Lorryn had shut her mouth and suffered from her own problems.

"Peculiar." As a former student of the Royal Academy, Jiggles knew her anatomy backwards and forwards. Which is why, in her expert opinion, she knew something unnatural happened to her. As her upper body cramped and strained, locking her in place, her legs split apart and then split apart again underneath her smock, shredding the garment even as what felt like her buttocks bulged and spread out behind her. Lifting into the air twice her height, she put on mass further and further behind her, the doctor only mildly concerned when she saw the entire room from new sets of eyes popping up all over her head.

"Doctor, I don't, don't dooOOONGGRWW!!" Whatever Lorryn tried to say, it garbled out as her face distorted forward into a triangle and her mouth filled with the most horrifying collection of teeth. Skin pealing back, underneath a slick blue and white flesh emerged, along with muscles the small girl would have never expected to see on her own body. More and more, each pulse tore through her as she packed upon all the strength and size of a man, then two men, then ten men.

"MRROWWRARR!!" Lorryn bellowed, fins on her arms and legs slicing through the ropes, the fin on her back punching a hole through the table moments before her sheer weight crashed the tabled to the ground and both shark girl and spider woman had to fight for room in the confined space.

"Did you hear that?" Xorli asked the bosun, Nulissula, wondering about a crash coming from somewhere else inside the ship. Working on the ship's inventory in the aft hold, a single lamp kept the girls company.

The aristocratic aelf tilted her head to the side, using one of her long ears to listen to the voice of the ship. "Something is happening in the clinic. The good doctor is probably getting enthusiastic again."

Xorli grunted, adjusting her trousers as they suddenly felt a bit tight. "Nothing surprising there, though I should probably stop Jigs before she hurts the new girl." Reaching down into her pants, something seemed off and these loose cloth pants weren't feeling loose anymore against green skin.

"Wait, I'm hearing more." Scrunching her face, the normally calm woman became concerned. "The galley, crow, crew quarters, captain's cabin...its all over the ship." As if a thought had occurred to her, the aelf held up her own pale hand and both women watched as it started to drip and turn translucent. "Its happening to us."

"Us?" Xorli asked, but became distracted by suddenly finding a growing penis in her calloused hands. Her penis, straining against her pants. The orc went to investigate further when her head hit the rafters and all her clothing exploded into rags, the eight foot orc now closer to twenty feet, her enormous cock throbbing larger and larger until it erected at just over six feet of thick, green meat.

"Oh, this is getting distracting," Nulissula muttered, her skin becoming gloopy and gloppy as it took on the consistency of pudding and melted herself into a puddle sloshing beneath her dress before a purple and transparent form of an aelf girl shlorped back into a standing form and got a better look at the second largest cock the aelf had ever seen. Despite her change, Nulissula's voice remained oddly unaffected. "Most distracting."

"Krizz feels funny."

"Yeah, greenie, I'm not feeling great either," Tops replied, leaning her naked body over the side of the crow to peer towards the deck below. "I'll lower you down with the rope and then..."

*riiiip!*

Tops started when she felt something poking her butt. Turning around, she saw a terrified Krizz holding onto a thick green cock the size of a salami and growing larger with each deep throb, her torn pants exposing the rest of her petite, lower goblin body to the sky.

"Krizz sorry! Krizz can't stop!" The little goblin panted, her eyes wide, but even as the cock doubled in size and pulsed and bucked so powerfully Tops was scared it would knock her out of the crow, those little green hands rubbing up and down the shafts as fast as a skilled harlot knew how.

"Can't stop what?" Tops asked quietly, the head dripping some strange glowing green cum as it reached her eye level and bulged one last time.

"Krizz CUMMING!!"

It was no normal ejaculation. To be fair, nothing happening on this ship could be construed as normal, but all the girls were at least familiar with jizz, dicks, facials and everything else. From Tops' point of view, it looked like the urethra of Krizz had a cannonball launch itself from the base up to the tip in a single second before a blast a bright green splooge erupted out like an island volcano directly into the redhead's freckled face. The force launched the girl into the air ten feet before gravity asserted itself and she tumbled to the deck below.

"TOPS!!" Krizz managed to shout past her continued geyser pumping the glowing jizz into the air, leaning over the edge of the crow and her cock pumping gallons of the thick gunk all over the deck. What she saw surprised the little woman enough to wonder if she were hallucinating underneath this orgasm.

"...gah!" Tops gasped, getting enough of the sticky slime off her face to take a breath. She knew she fell, the former acrobat had enough awareness to know only moments separated her from hitting the deck or water, either meaning a dead redhead. It brought clarity, letting her close her eyes and spread out her arms to feel the wind against her entire body, a feeling she never lost a love for.

The wind shifted, and the end of the fall never came.

Opening her eyes, Tops became more surprised than anyone else on the deck looking skyward and pointing as she glided up higher and higher, soaring into the air with azure wings for arms, thick yellow talons replacing her calves and feet and what felt like a hard beak on her face.

"Wooooh!" Tops crowed, pumping her arms and flying into the clouds as she flipped and spun, the girl years ago billed as the Flying Tops once again high in the air where she belonged.

"What?" JC asked, glaring at Stef and the other girls in the kitchen. "Never seen a scylla before? Those dishes aren't going to wash themselves."

JC Waters, cook and taking up half the kitchen space with a mass of deep purple suckered tentacles writhing in the mucus spilling out of the bottom of her skirt, was not phased by this turn of events. Holding her ladle out with one of those tentacles, the threat remained clear she didn't care that the three girls in front of her had turned into a yellow snake woman, a huge titted sheep and Stef...well, Stef turned into a pixie.

"How 'm supposed ta help ya wid dishes lookin' like some tiny aelf?" Stef shrilled, her natural accent slipping into her speech with the melodic tones of one of the tiny fey. And what a fey! Under JC's discerning eye, while Stef now flew no taller than eight inches, she had gone from the rough and chiseled body of a dwarf into probably the prettiest female this side of the Blue Expanse. Luscious tits, hips just the right size, skin a perfect shade of cream tinged in pink, golden hair spilling back between two diaphanous wings fluttering and keeping the tiny woman aloft, face the kind that nations would break treaties to get their hands on. JC just wanted to cuddle this little thing up and carry her in her pocket, but dishes needed doing.

"You'll think of something," JC admonished, stifling her smirk. "Grab a rag and clean the mugs. Not going to let you off for breaking one of my plates just because you're a pixie."

"Um," the sheep girl asked shyly, trying to maneuver tits literally larger than the rest of her body mass around the sink, "I can't reach past my boobs. Can I be excused?"

"...no."

Mercy had no place in JC's kitchen.

Zera and Zari both got rained on by green spunk, the glop worse than any glue and cumpletely covering each girl in the glowing muck before Krizz went soft above them and the deluge stopped. Zera was the first to work her way out of the gallons of gloop covering her like the most disgusting of boogers, pulling free and stumbling over to her sister. All around her the other girls on the deck were transforming into strange and terrifying monsters. Shaking her head, braids stuck to her head with gob semen, Zera had to stay focused on her sister.