Bosco's New Crew

After defeating the pirate captain that stole his ship, lizardfolk Bosco finds himself in posession of an amulet that makes the all female crew of pirates ravenous for him. Thinking quickly, the pirate quartermaster strikes a sultry deal with the lizardfolk, getting him a new crew with some added benefits.

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Bosco kept swimming in the direction of his ship, trying to save his energy by mostly letting his thick crocodile tail do the moving.

Most sailors and even captains would have just cursed everything under the skies and the seas when they found out their ship had been stolen, not jump into the water and chase after it, but Bosco was not like most people.

For starters, his particular breed of lizardfolk shared lots of traits with saltwater crocodiles, making him rather adept at swimming for long hours if needed.

And further to that, he was an epically stubborn sailor, who had saved for years to be able to afford the first payment on that ship, and he'd rather die in the open seas than take that lying down.

Also, he did, in fact, curse at those that stole his ship. So much so that he probably offended a few gods with rather thin skin.

He was still cursing right now, though since his long crocodile snout was under water, you wouldn't be able to hear it unless you were a fish with a curiosity of landwalker languages.

The ship, a lovely carrack that he had bought from a retiring captain and that he had restored mostly with his own hands and paying for easy work with ale, had finally slowed down and dropped anchor, the pirates that stole it probably thinking they were too far away from shore for anyone else to still be giving chase.

Bosco grit his sharp teeth, there was going to be a reckoning.

He sped up his swimming as he got closer to the anchor chain, trying his best to contain his fury so as not to waste precious energy that we would need above deck.

Taking on a whole crew of pirates all by himself seemed like suicide, but he was too pissed off to care anymore.

As he finally reached the chain, he grinned in anticipation before grabbing it tightly and pulling his huge body up.

His physique, rather on the rounder side, did a good job of hiding his true strength, for under his scales and rum belly he had a powerful build, his arms bulging with power as he climbed the chain link by link.

He tried his best to keep the sounds from his effort quiet, though rather quickly he realised that there was some racket up on the deck...

Moans, and not the moans of someone being punished with a lashing, but rather, the ones you sometimes heard outside the whorehouses back at port.

Bosco had to stop for a moment... What the hell was going on his ship?

He shook his head as the anger took over him again, whatever the fuck they were doing, he didn't care.

With a final strong pull of his arms, he lifted himself over the rail on the main deck, rolling onto the ship with a thud and quickly getting up while drawing his knife.

The scene on the deck was nothing like he had expected, but thankfully the surprise was mutual due to his abrupt entrance.

All of the sailors aboard... were women. And rather pretty women at that.

They were all dressed rather skimpily, even for sailors in these warm latitudes, with shirts or tops so small they barely counted as bras and pantaloons so short it almost begged the question why did they bother with them.

It was also a rainbow of shapes and colors, though those with paler skin had been out on the sea for long enough to develop a deep tan, though perhaps with some tan lines showing here and there.

Most of the sailors were human women, but there was also a variety of demihumans in the mix, with no group being more apparent than others.

And the moaning he had heard is because they had been... celebrating. With multiple women still hugging each other lovingly while others rushed to cover themselves before grabbing their weapons.

Pushing through them was the only obvious man of the crew, a portly and rather unwholesome looking person that reminded Bosco of a pig that had just been fed the fattest and thickest bread a baker could make and had also drowned in so much wine he was red and bloated all over.

He shoved some of the smaller women aside as he squared off with him, still pulling up his pants and adjusting his captain's hat.

"Who in the bloody blazes are you, lizard face!" he said, brandishing a cutlass with a flair that showed he knew how to use it, despite his appearance.

Bosco exploded at the words from the pirate.

"I'm the fucking bloody owner of this ship, you bloated pig shit!" he said, readying himself for combat.

The pirate laughed loudly with a screech that made Bosco want to tear off his throat.

"You fucking swam after us?" the pirate said in a mocking tone, "you listen to that gals? This fucking idiot chased us all night just to be shanked here!"

Some of the gals gave out some fake and unenthusiastic laughs.

"You bitches are fucking useless! Can't even laugh at a good quip!" the pirate said, annoyed at the lack of enthusiasm from his crew.

Bosco gripped his knife tight, looking for an opening.

"What's the matter, you piece of shit?" he said, trying to goad him, "you can't get your bitches to respect that pathetic mug of yours?"

The pirate clenched his teeth, his gold tooth shining under his lips but actually making him look more tacky.

"Big words for what's going to be my new crocodile rug!" he said, waving his cutlass around, "don't you just stand there, you dumb cunts! Shank him!"

The sound of knives, swords and axes being picked up started feeling the deck, but there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm.

Bosco, sensing a possible weakness, started laughing loudly.

"You must be the most pathetic lump of lard in all the seas!" he said, mocking the pirate, "do these bitches also babysit you at night? Change your diaper?"

He continued laughing loudly, all while dropping his guard.

"You insolent walking purse!" the pirate said, lunging towards him with his cutlass.

That was his chance, Bosco thought.

And with a speed that felt unnatural for his size, at least to those who had never seen a crocodile spring into action, he sidestepped the pirate's attack, plunging his knife down as his enemy speeded past him.

Bosco's swing left a deep nasty gash on the back of the pirate and ripping his shirt almost completely, forcing the man to rip it off as he winced in pain.

"How the fuck are you so fast!" the pirate screamed in surprise.

But he was already on the back foot, and Bosco would not let his chance go to waste.

Bosco threw his left fist in an arch towards the pirate, forcing him to raise his arm to block it and making him almost lose his balance due to the surprising force from the hit.

The pirate, furious, held on to the deck railing with his sword arm, and kept his distance from Bosco as much as he could.

"Bitches, what the fuck are you doing!?" he yelled at his crew, "if this cur kills me none of you will get any!"

The air on the deck seemed to go cold as waves of anxiety filled all the women aboard.

But Bosco didn't have time to waste on this.

With a forceful lunge, Bosco lifted his foot and made it come crashing down against the pirate's left arm, catching it between himself and the railing with a horrible bone breaking snap.

The pirate screamed in agony from the pain of his broken arm, and it was then that Bosco saw it... attached to the man's chest was some kind of... gem, or perhaps amulet.

It was red like a blood ruby and sat on a golden diamond frame, but it did not hang off the pirate's neck... it was embedded on him, literally jutting out of his flesh.

Bosco didn't know what kind of sorcery was this, but he didn't like it, and suspected it had something to do with the odd crew this pirate had.

So taking a risk, he threw himself at his enemy, but instead of bringing down his knife or his fist, he bit the amulet on the pirate's chest with all the force of his jaws.

Following the flow of that first movement, and before anyone had any chance to react, he spun around in an inhumanly strong death roll, the rotund pirate literally flying like a comet around Bosco, who would not release his savage grip on the embedded amulet.

"No! No! No!" the pirate screamed as he spun helplessly, "stop you stupid lizard! Stop! Stop!!!"

With a horrible sound of ripped flesh, the amulet came off his skin with a substantial chunk of his own flesh attached, and all of it still firmly gripped by Bosco's jaws.

The pirate went flying over the edge of the deck, his rotund body slamming itself against the railing with a thud before rolling over it and hitting the anchor chain on the way down.

His screaming stopped with that horrid thud against the railing, no further noise was made by him as his body hit the water, and no calls for help came from overboard.

It would seem that slam had either killed him, or knocked him out.

Bosco risked a look over the railing as he pulled the amulet from his teeth; the body of the pirate was floating face down on the water, his blood dyeing the sea red and attracting the hungry sea life.

He didn't move at all.

Despite his rough life and rougher personality, Bosco was not in the habit of killing people, so he sat on the railing for a moment, his mind in a brief haze as he stared at whatever the pirate had embedded in his chest and which was now in his possession.

It actually was much bigger than it looked on the pirate's chest, with an odd golden pyramidal shape protruding from the back of it, from which the remains of its previous owner still dangled like butcher scraps.

No wonder the pirate had bled so profusely when Bosco had ripped it out; gods know how many veins or arteries got pulled out with it.

To his shock, it started to shine, the ripped flesh around the amulet started to burn and wither away before his eyes.

His startled reaction was to chuck it away, but to his surprise the odd item started to levitate in front of him, vibrating with power as it seemed to pull Bosco's gaze towards it.

In a snap second, the amulet flew straight onto Bosco's chest, digging itself into his flesh and scales, making the sailor scream with the sudden stabbing pain.

"What the actual fuck is going on?!" he screamed, trying to pull at the thing, to no avail.

A shockwave of energy tingled through his body, stopping his efforts to remove the amulet and leaving him standing in place in shock.

The thing had embedded itself deep into him, somehow, and Bosco could feel his very blood flow through it.

Whatever bizarre forces animated it, they were now flowing through him making him feel... good, like an unending source of vigor was feeding him.

The ship's crew had been looking at this whole event with bated breath, almost as shocked and paralysed by it as he was.

Out of the crowd of sailors a figure emerged; she was a well built curvy woman, with wide hips, thick thighs and a heavy chest that struggled to be contained in her tied up shirt.

She had dark sun kissed skin and flower or vine-like tattoos on her right arm. A messy curly mane of dark hair was barely kept from her face thanks to a thick bandana, and her piercing blue eyes were laser focused on Bosco.

As he raised his gaze to meet with her as she approached him, something dawned on him, he knew her from something.

"You killed our captain..." she said in a thick accent that sounded quick and fluid while emphasizing the harsher sounds of words, "you have some serious balls, scales."

Bosco grinned, showing his myriad of sharp teeth. He was in deep shit alright, so he might as well play it cool.

"Yeah, I did; you also want to have your chest ripped out of you?" he growled while squaring off with her.

She tilted her head while looking at him.

"Wait... I know you from somewhere..." she said, noticing the same as Bosco, "tavern down south? Sometime last year?"

Bosco nodded at her, it was coming back to him.

"You were drunk as piss in rum and started teasing me, I bent you over the table and fucked your brains out," he said with a grin, "it was lots of fun, but I didn't catch your name."

"Nor I did yours," said the woman, relaxing her pose a bit, "I'm Marcela, by the way."

She extended a hand to Bosco, who firmly grabbed and gave her a good shake. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but much better to play along.

"So..." she said suddenly pointing in the direction of the magical amulet now embedded in his chest, "are you aware what that does?"

He caressed the thing with his big hands, it felt oddly warm to the touch, as if it was part of his body.

"Not a bleeding clue," he said, "but I wasn't born yesterday so I suspect it has something to do with this crew..."

Marcela curled the side of her lip.

"You're not wrong..." she said, eyeing him up and down.

Bosco grinned back at her in response, and took a look around the deck. Most of the sailors were looking at him with a look of anticipation, and he couldn't help but feel that they were undressing him with their eyes.

"This will be easier to explain in private, and since he won't be using it anymore..." she said pointing towards the door of the captain's cabin below the quarter deck, "we might as well make ourselves comfortable in those quarters."

Bosco nodded with a groan.

"You bet your ass I will, this is my ship after all!" he said, making his way through the crowd of women towards the door.

Now that things were calmer than before, and none of them seemed to look at him with violent intent... his eyes couldn't help but to wander. There were some serious beauties aboard, and he wasn't made of stone.

As he made it to the entrance to the cabin, he turned around and saw that Marcela was signaling over two other women from the crew to join them.

"Ships doctor and our cook, they both carry the voice of the crew so should be part of this..." said Marcela as Bosco opened the door and ushered her in.

"Fine!" he grumbled, trying to hide his arousal under his cranky mood, before diving into the room behind her.

The captain's cabin was still very much barren except for the big table he had planned to use as a desk and for dinners. A lone armoire and a trio of nondescript chairs sat against the viewing window.

He sat on the table facing the door, letting his thick tail stretch and hang on the other end while he crossed his arms and took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind focused rather than going over and over about how extremely hot all these sailors were.

The two women that Marcela had called over came into the room, and their appearance did not help with his composure at all.

Both of them were absolutely stunning.

The first one to come through was a tall lass, definitely taller than Bosco, though perhaps not by a lot. She had a curious figure, with a nice pair of heavy breasts, a perky derriere and lovely thighs, but she wasn't really curvy, having a rather slender figure otherwise, with legs for days, which made her assets look bigger than they probably were.

Her skin had been thoroughly kissed by the sun and now sported a lovely dark tan, but the tan lines from her very tight buttoned shirt and short skirt made it clear her natural skin color was much paler.

But what Bosco found most curious and striking was her exotic pink hair. It was thick and silky, with no curls whatsoever, and it seemed to behave itself perfectly in the loose bindings she had it in.

Her face was like that of a perfect little doll; with big violet eyes, a cute nose, thick lips and a thin neck that Bosco felt he could grab with just one hand.

As if to make it even more obvious that she was an elf, a pair of cute pointy ears peaked from behind her hair.

She gave Bosco regal vibes for some reason, as if she should be a noble queen or princess from the old continent.

The other woman that had come in was quite the contrast to the other two; she was lithe and very petite, barely reaching Bosco's waistline, but exuding so much attitude she appeared to be bigger than the other two.

As with the elven lass, her skin was well tanned but the tan lines hiding under her tight top and rather short shorts made it clear her natural skin was also rather pale. Long curly lines of black coloration seemed to criss-cross her body, not dissimilar to tiger stripes, which together with her long feline tail and fluffy ears made it abundantly clear she was one of the catfolk.

Unlike the other two women, she was flat as a washing board, her top not really tying anything despite the tightness of it; she did have a really cute small bottom though.

Her face was sharp like that of their very distant feline relatives, with a pair of bright green feline eyes that contrasted with her many freckles. She also had cute sharp incisors

An impossibly curly mane, even more so than Marcela's, of a deep red color that matched her tail and fluffy ears, was barely contained by her bandana and ponytail, threatening to explode into a wave and waves of curls at any moment.

Her bare feet and hands showed little claws on them where common humans normally had their nails. On a bigger catfolk they could have been rather threatening, but on her they made her look cute, like a kitten playing to be a tiger.

All three women looked at him for a long moment, as if appraising him.

"Right, introductions are in order," said Marcela to break the awkward silence.

"These are Jeanne and Tessa, our crew's cook and doctor," she said, indicating the elf lass was Jeanne and the catfolk Tessa, "until now I have been the quartermaster of the crew, hence why I think we all three should speak with you."

Bosco squeezed the tip of his long snout, the same way a human would do with the bridge of his nose.

"What kind of stupid game are we playing here?" he said in his usual cranky tone, "this here is my godsdammed fucking ship, I slaved to pay for it, and was ready to get a crew before you bloody pirates took it."

"What is there to discuss?" he asked bluntly, hoping his bravado helped against the fact that, while he was a big and tough motherfucker, it was a whole crew against him, and his scales could only stop so many blades.

Tessa, the catfolk, got visibly angry, with her tail puffing up.

"It's not like we wanted to be here anyway!" she screamed, looking as if she wanted to claw his face off.

Marcela raised her hands, trying to calm down the room.

"The gentleman has a point, little red," the elven lass said with a tone and accent that made Bosco think she might start signing at any moment, "it is his ship, but I agree we're not all here by choice."

Bosco grumbled to himself.

"Were you press ganged?" he said trying to get a grip of the situation, "surely that ball of lard from before couldn't press you on his own!"

"Touche," said Marcela pointing at his chest, "but he didn't do it alone, he used that bloody thing to do so; not to mention he lost us our last ship, hence why we took yours."

Bosco caressed the embedded amulet again.

"What the fuck does this do?" he said, polite words and company never having been his forte, "it feels super weird and won't come off."

The mood of the room immediately changed, with Jeanne playing with her hair while Tessa looked to the side, clearly embarrassed.

"The previous captain did not tell us the whole story..." Marcela said in a careful tone, "but from what he blurted out while drunk we think it's some kind of mind affecting our fertility amulet..."

Bosco stood there with a stupid look on his face for a moment.

"Fertility?" his gaze moving through all three.

Marcela nodded, while Jeanne giggled and Tessa pouted.

After a long sigh, Marcela finally opened up.