After Maggie’s “job interview”, she was brought aboard Klauser’s ship, the Stormvixen. In the evening light, she could see a surprisingly well made painting of a fox lady posing lewdly. The paint was faded and chipping away. As expected on the hull of a seafaring vessel. The crew probably repainted it frequently. That was about all the time that Maggie had for idle thought as she was hurried along onto the second ship. The crew finished taking anything of value and then her original captors’ ship was dislodged and sent adrift. Their corpses still littered above and below the deck. Good riddance. Maggy thought with a scowl.
Maggy couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of being leered at by the crew. Various rats, weasels, ferrets, stoats, and foxes. All working up a sweat moving and sorting through the goods and valuables that were looted from the other ship. Maggy whined quitely to herself. She was tossed into a slightly nicer brig.
Maggy took a long time to fall asleep. But it did eventually come to her. And when she woke up, there was a hot bowl of porridge waiting for her. Having been so poorly fed by her original captors, and having fox feet for dinner left Maggie more famished than she realized. She was surprised at how good the food was. Coming from a vermin pirate ship. Or maybe she was just that hungry. Klauser put her to work doing simple tasks. Cleaning and the like. After a few hours, she was given a piece of dried fish and some surprisingly well kept bread. She was scared at first, but the crew mostly kept clear of her. The few that interacted with her greeted her courteously enough or just giggled at her. Maggy didn’t like that. It reminded her of her dinner.
As evening drew closer, Maggy had almost finished swabbing the deck. She was lost in thought when she suddenly was shoved off of her feet. She was on her back, and before she could process what had happened to her, a massive paw planted itself on her chest. Maggy gasped hard as the air was squeezed out of her. The grubby paw was attached to the trunk-like leg of a massive, golden stoat. The weight would have been unbearable had he stood on her for any more than a second, but the stoat had stepped on her like she wasn’t even there and then kept walking on his way. He only turned back to give her a wicked, coy smile as she fumed at him. More for tracking a clear set of dirty footprints on her just-cleaned deck.
Not much later, a rat appeared and summoned her below deck. Maggie gulped and followed the rat down the stairs. She felt a pit in her stomach as the entire crew was sitting at a few tables waiting for her. They cheered at her arrival. She saw five medium-ish tables surrounding a small table. The slightly larger tables each sat about a dozen vermin, while the small one sat four. Next to the small table was another chair with a footstool in front of it.
When Maggie made it down the stairs, Klauser cheerfully took her by the hand and led her to the chair. As she got closer to the sall table, she recognized the light-furred stoat that stepped on her earlier. The stoat said nothing. He simply got up, stretched and sat down into the chair in front of the stool. He placed his massive footpaws onto the stool and it was obvious that this was Maggie’s dinner for the evening. Or at least part of it. Maggie looked at the soles in terror. They were bigger than Klauser’s. Bigger, and they smelled way worse. She could smell them clearly where she was standing, about five feet away. Maggie wanted to steel her nerves. But she didn’t get much of a chance when Klauser grabbed her by the shoulders and forcefully guided her into a kneeling position at the Stoat’s feet. The little otter didn’t even get a chance to whimper as the pirate captain grabbed the back of her head and forced her nose into the soft, pliable flesh of the stoat’s nasty sole. Maggie’s squeal was drowned out in her own head by the laughter and cat calls directed at her. The burly stoat exhaled slowly in pleasure as the cub’s snout prodded up and down his broad sole. Klauser took his time grinding Maggie’s face into her meal, but finally let go after another couple of minutes. Maggie coughed and tried to catch her breath. Klauser chuckled.
“Sorry, girly. Couldn’t help me-self from having a little fun. Are ye ready for dinner?” He asked with a slightly unsettling, toothy grin.
“Y-yes sir.” Maggie said. Mustering the willpower to remain obedient. Maggy directed her gaze to the mammoth feet in front of her. Her muzzle opened slowly and her tongue made a firm contact with the black skin of the stoat’s paw pad. Her little tongue collected more of the film of grime. Her whole body shuddered at the powerful taste of footsweat from the unwashed vermin. It took her five seconds to firmly lick just as many inches up his massive sole. She then drew the collected filth into her mouth and paused. It tasted so sour and she had to breath in the strong stink of his feet through her nose. Still, the thought of swallowing what was in her mouth was tough to get over. As Maggy’s eyes began to water, Klauser rubbed her back. Maggy swallowed her mouthful of foot grime like it was a spoonful of nasty medicine. The powerful taste remained in her mouth as Maggie breathed heavily. Klauser allowed this for a few seconds before scowling and pressing her face into the foot, once more.
“Don’t lose your nerve now! I’m goin’ outta me’ way to supervise yer first night. But the stank is startin’ to make me feel light in the head!” Klauser said. Maggy whimpered, but she took another firm lick. Her first lick left a line of clean sole where the layer of filth had been erased away. She placed her tongue on his heel, right next to the clean line and licked upwards. Plowing up the scum with her taste buds and doubling the width of the clean spot on his sole. Try as she might, poor Maggie just couldn’t ignore the sharp, cheesy taste saturating her mouth. The little otter looked on with despair at the foot in her face. The stoat’s massive sole had a border down the middle. Half clean, and half filthy. Maggie whimpered and after another six long licks, the stoat’s foot was clean. This meant six more mouthfuls of sweaty filth went down her throat into her stomach. Which began to gently rumble. It rumbled much harder once maggy finished the second foot. As she chewed a rather large mouthful of firm, warm toejam. She gazed upon the stoat’s two clean foot paws. Now glistening with her saliva. Maggie’s face took on a slightly green hue when she was grabbed by the shoulders and led to the small table nearby. The half-delirious little girl passingly heard the word dessert along with a hearty chuckle.
Klauser gently pushed the little otter onto the floor. He flipped her on her back and shoved her underneath the table. Maggie could see where this was going and the poor thing was immediately assaulted by four pairs or grimy vermin feet. Maggy spent the rest of the night smothered by the rank paws of two rats, a ferret, and Klauser himself.
“You don’t have to lick all of em, girly. You’ll be choosing to soon enough! Jus enjoy yerself tonight! Heh-heh.” She heard the captain say. Maggy found her little head completely entombed by the eight smelly feet. All of them grinding against her face and scalp. Tugging at her ears. Twisting against her nose like they were putting out a cigarette. And forcing their toes into her unwilling mouth. Maggy didn’t fight it. And eventually even starting licking at the soles. Deciding that she preferred the filth in her stomach over rubbing against her poor face perpetually.
After dinner, there was a particularly lively bout of singing. And her four tormentors took to stomping their feet along with the beat. They took care to not truly hurt her. But she spent a good hour or so being battered and tumbled around the huge footpaws around her. When the singing finally halted. And all the vermin crew members began to turn in. Little maggie was taken to Klauser’s cot. Where her head was placed at his feet. The eight year old otter occasionally coughed up a little bit of foot dirt. But she ultimately slept soundly with two massive fox feet pressed firmly into her face.
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