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Running on Fumes...of Pleasure For Idesin Sponsored by repanbo By Draconicon

When his friend and 'master' gave him a handful of documents - including a ticket for a cruise line that he had never seen before - Idesin was hit by a huge surge of anxiety, suddenly afraid that one of his few remaining friends had decided to get rid of him. It had taken him the better part of the morning to overcome that fear, and more than a bit of help on the part of the rest of the harem he was part of to finally get rid of it.

After all, if he was 'fired,' why would Drac go through the trouble of buying him a trip across the ocean on a ship like this?

The otter whistled for the third time in as many minutes as he followed the line to check-in, shaking his head as he looked at the twenty-story ship through the windows. It was like staring at a small town on the water, one that bobbed ever so slightly with the waves that came in unchecked from the sea. No smoke came from the stacks on the top of the ship, just steam that fogged up the upper windows of the port terminal.

He dragged a suitcase behind him and a laptop bag over his shoulder, hardly believing that he was going to be going on his first cruise. His anxieties were...mostly forgotten, though he still felt the twinge that he was missing something, or, if he wasn't, that he didn't deserve a gift like this.

Still, the portly otter kept a smile on his face as he walked up to the check-in desk, adjusting his purple suit and top hat, even going so far as to pull on the waxed 'beard' of thicker facial fur that he had cultivated over the last few years. He strolled forward with a swagger and as broad a grin as he could summon.

"Hello, my good man," he said to the goat behind the desk. "One Idesin Otter for check-in."

"Otter, Otter..." The goat typed something into his keyboard, holding his hand out for the otter's ticket and passport, which he handed over. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Oh, you know, judge, jury, kinky executioner," he said, wincing inside at his own joke as soon as he said it. "Not really. Never had to do the last part. Don't believe in the death penalty, but I am a judge! A real one."

The goat looked at him with a raised eyebrow, so the otter thought it might be better to just stop talking. After all, he probably sounded stupid enough.

Still, he didn't miss the wide eyes as the goat looked at his ticket, or the double-take between the passport and whatever details were on the official's monitor. The goat started to say something, stopped, shook his head.

"Well, this is a first."

"Pardon?"

"Uh, sir, we're going to need you to step aside."

"Oh god, is it the picture? I knew I should have gotten a new one. Or shaved. Or something."

"No, it's...not the picture," the goat said. "Just a few orders on your travel documents."

"What do you mean, orders? I -"

"Sir, if you'll step aside, please?"

"But -"

"We need to keep the line moving, Judge. Please step to the side."

This time, it was the otter that opened his mouth, shut it, and then shook his head. He stepped to the side aisle that the goat opened, and followed the official's instructions to continue down the path to the far end.

He expected to be pulled into a side room, and he had that expectation fulfilled. What he didn't expect were the people inside.

A pair of cheetahs, one male, one female, and neither of them dressed in more than the skimpiest of swimsuits. They turned together, the woman's breasts bouncing in her bikini, while the guy's dick throbbed in the front of his uniform.

It took the otter a moment to see the 'badges' that they had, the woman's sewn into her top while the guy's was printed against the front of his bulge. The both of them grinned at him, half-sauntering, half-strutting toward him.

"Welcome to Full Fantasy Cruise Lines, sir," the female purred.

"Where every fantasy you can imagine will be fulfilled," the male added.

"Where you will find yourself drifting on the winds of dreams," she continued.

"And every dream will come true," he concluded.

The otter was doing his best to keep the humina-huminas to a minimum, clenching his jaws tightly as the sexy cats started to circle him. Their hands were all over him, running along his shoulders, his chest, his crotch.

Oh god, his crotch. He was so hard, it hurt, and he didn't know if they were going to let him out of his pants before he came right then and there.

Dammit, Drac! You could have - fuck, it's him, I should have guessed.

"So, uh, are you...extra security?" he asked.

"Mmmm, you could say that. You're certainly violating the dress code, sir," the male said, chuckling as he stopped behind the otter. "After all, all of our guests are required to show a certain amount of skin."

"Certainly more than you're showing. If you want to put your suit back on when you get on board, of course you can do that...but boarding requires a little more...exposure."

"Do we have your consent to strip you down, sir?"

Consent to be stripped by two hot cats? The otter would have been a fool to turn that down, and while he certainly embraced foolishness on a regular basis - even gave it a handjob from time to time - he wasn't going to be taking it on as his plus-one this time.

"Strip away, officers!"

He held his arms out, struggling to keep from giggling up a storm as the cats set to work. Their touch was light and professional, and yet still as teasing as one could imagine. As the suit jacket came off, he swore that he felt several nibbles and licks along his neck, but as soon as he looked down to give them a thank-you grin, they were already moving on, their faces carefully professional, even though they grinned back from time to time.

His shirt followed, leaving him bare from the waist up, and he blushed as he felt their hands running over the chub that had developed over the years. The suit had been tighter than he thought, but he was more self-conscious than ever of his body as they touched it, stroked it.

"Sorry I'm not the...hottest guy..."

"What are you talking about, sir?" the male said, leaning forward. Idesin's cheeks burned as he felt the hard-on against his rump. "You look more than good enough to me."

"You're certainly offering us plenty," the female added, her hands finding the clasp of his belt and undoing it. "Of course, you'll be showing us more...perhaps you'll have to delay boarding for a moment, to let us...show you some appreciation."

"Uh, um...404, resource not found?"

"Hehehe, did we break him, brother?"

"I think we might have. Let's get him down to his underwear."

Siblings. Twins, maybe. Oh god, the otter didn't know how to deal with this. His hands were making the grabby motions that he so desperately wanted to do to their bodies, but after so long, after being out of practice for so many months in the public sector...

Before long, he had been stripped of his shoes and his socks, his pants and his belt. Only his boxers were left, boxers that were tight and tented from the erection throbbing and begging to be let loose.

The siblings reached down, one squeezing his cock, the other his balls. They leaned in, each one kissing a cheek.

"Welcome to Full Fantasy Cruise Lines, sir."

"We most sincerely hope you enjoy your cruise."

"Ahhhhh, face burns..."

"There's cream for that in your room, sir," the female said, chuckling. "Now, go on. Strut on up."

A pair of spanks to the booty made him yelp, jumping him forward across the floor. He looked back at them with a wagging finger, then grabbed his suitcase and continued forward.

An escalator took him upwards, all the way up to the top. He looked down at his ticket again, almost sure that he was misreading it, that there was no way that he would be going to the penthouse. Was he seriously that lucky?

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

His phone. Tucked into the front of his suitcase rather than in the suit that had been stuffed into the suitcase at the end of his stripping. He pulled it out quickly, fumbling for the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Stop worrying. You got the penthouse, and you have more treats than the twins to look forward to," his old friend and 'master' said.

"But...you...I don't..."

"Idesin, we've been friends for how long?"

"Over a decade now."

"And you still think I'd give you something that you didn't deserve?"

There was almost a hint of laughter beneath the concern in the dragon's voice, and the otter blushed as he rode the escalator up. The fact that he was still bulging his boxers wasn't helping matters, either, particularly as he was surrounded by glass on all sides except below.

Though it seemed that the twins hadn't been lying. Looking down through the glass to his right, he could see the more standard passengers starting to strip down at security, putting everything but their underwear through the machines and getting patted down by the officers. They were a bit less teasing, though, more official, so it was clearly procedure.

"Idesin?"

"Yeah! Sorry, distracted."

"Say it with me, friend. 'I deserve this.'"

"Can't you just make me say something more normal? Like, I don't know, begging you to fuck my ass or something?"

"Saaaaaay it."

"Fuck you, Drac."

"Gonna fuck you in a minute if you don't say it. And you know I will."

The otter groaned, pulling at the brim of his hat, dragging it down over his face.

"Fine. I deserve this. But fuck you for making me say it," he said in not-so-mock indignation.

"Love you too, man. Get settled in at the penthouse, then give me a call. I have a lot of stuff set up for you."

"Great. Lovely. Thanks."

He ended the call, starting to put the phone back into his pocket by habit before remembering that there wasn't a pocket there anymore. Not soon enough to save his phone, though.

"GAH! Come back here!"

One embarrassing run down the escalator later, the otter was allowed into the top level of the cruise ship, the last one before one got to where the captain and the bridge of the ship was. He hoped that he'd get the chance to see that later, but he wasn't betting on it. Honored guest or not, civilians were almost never allowed in there.

He was given a keycard by a matronly bear as he stepped onto the boat, blushing as she looked him up and down with a wink. The fact that the staff seemed to be completely dressed while he was almost naked only made it that much more difficult for him to keep from blushing, and he tried not to get even harder.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Your room card, sir," she said. "You'll want to hold onto that. It's the only way to take the elevator up to this floor, and you'll need it for the privacy door to the suites."

"And for my room?"

"And for your room."

"Do, uh, I have anything waiting for me in that room?"

"It was ordered by one of our most special patrons for you, sir. We've made sure to stock it with everything you could want."

"O-oh?"

The otter hoped she'd give him a little more information, but the bear had already clammed up. The black bear smiled at him, beaming, almost, before turning back to the gangplank, obviously waiting for the other richy-riches that were going to be on this level. Not wanting to be exposed much more just yet, Idesin hurried across the entry room.

The top floor was, thankfully, just about entirely dedicated to the penthouses and suites of the people waiting to set sail. He ducked around the bar, his cheeks still burning as the twink rat behind the bar winked at him, and slid his card into the security door between him and his room.

As soon as he was through, he ran for his room. Room 2034, just around the bend and facing out from the ship rather than towards the courtyard. He was perfectly happy with that, opening the door and stepping through -

Only to find himself face to face with a giant wall of glass, a balcony, and a view down on the city below. He stared at the huge crowd people, too far away to actually make him out in his room, but visible enough that he felt exposed, like he was showing off everything he had for hundreds, if not thousands, of people.

He slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as the warring feelings of anxiety and excitement continued their fight for supremacy in his head.

For the love of fuck, Drac, you could have warned me about this.

As he slumped to the floor, the otter groaned, covering his face.

"Uuuuuugh. You better have some good booze in here. Or tea. Probably better to have tea. Even if I wanna be an alcoholic."

The otter used his suitcase to pull himself upright again, shaking his head as he explored the suite as his boner finally went down.

A quick exploration impressed him with the suite, though he still kept back from the balcony and its window wall for the moment. The sun shone through the glass, keeping the rooms - yes, rooms - comfortably warm as he walked through them. The main room, a living room, consisted of a pair of couches and an armchair pointed towards a TV with a small table in the middle of the arrangement. The walls around were adorned with otters and river scenes, making him feel right at home.

To the left when entering the room, the bedroom could be accessed, and he grinned as he saw the telltale slosh of a water bed. He knew that he'd be having fun with that over the course of the trip, king-sized and wobbly in the best of ways. A couple of nightstands would be good for his phone and other gadgets, and he unloaded them from his suitcase then and there.

To the right, the bathroom was waiting, and as soon as he saw the slippery, claw-legged tub, he felt right at home. The little porthole above it even reminded him of some of the old-style classic ships of days gone by.

"Man, he went all out with this one..."

Feeling a small smile creeping up the sides of his face, the otter walked back to the living room. A few pamphlets were laid out on the table, and he picked up one that had the logo for the ship on it, wind-lines crossing over a dream-haze imitation of a boat. He opened it, reading it out loud.

"Welcome to the flagship of Full Fantasy Cruise Lines, the Night Stallion. We'll be traveling from the city of Maiyone to a number of destinations, including Tokyo, Hong Kong, Honolulu, Miami -"

The otter paused, holding the pamphlet a bit further away. That couldn't be right. That was on the other side of -

"...Draaaaaac, what is this bullshit?"

There was no sudden ring-ring, so the dragon probably wasn't watching him right at that point. However, that didn't stop him from shaking his head. If this was some sort of magical shenanigans...

Who was he kidding? His master was a perverted dragon of who knew how many years. He was the shenanigan dragon.

"...Miami, New York City, Greenland, Iceland, London, Vladivostok -" The otter groaned, flipping past the map. Now they were just being ridiculous. Jumping around the globe like this...

Eventually, he turned to a page that showed a map of the ship, and he unfolded it...and unfolded it more...and unfolded it until it was nearly his size. Rolling his eyes, he ducked his head forward, throwing his hat off his head and making it land on the top of his foot. With a few finagling stretches, he caught the brim of his hat under his toes, and gave it a few shakes.

Three books, a wine bottle, and a very confused walrus later, he had what he was looking for: a box of thumbtacks. He pressed the map to the free wall of the main room, then tacked it in place. As soon as it was secure, he shut the tack-box and threw it back in the hat. The obligatory Goofy scream followed, and it did the same for the three books that went after it.

The wine he kept, and the walrus was already sunbathing on the balcony.

"Hey, you be a good roomy and keep to your side of the suite, and we'll be fine. Just put a tusk on the door if you're having company over," Idesin said, sitting down on the armchair to look at the map. "So, let's see here, what do we got?"

The answer was, a lot. The cruise ship was twenty decks in height, with several partial decks on the very top of the ship about thirty feet over his head. The more he looked it over, the more he grinned and blushed at the same time.

"Okay. Starting to see why it's called Full Fantasy cruises."

Decks 1, 2, 9, 10, 11, 19, and 20 looked relatively normal as far as he could see. They were the residential decks, the places where the passengers would live while on the boat, and they were marked in green.

Everywhere else, though...

The map had a color coding system to it that took a few seconds to figure out. Green, he thought, meant that it was a living area. However, as he spotted a few other decks that had residential cabins but were still yellow or red, he realized that it meant something else...and the activities on those decks started reinforcing that.

Green means safe, yellow means kinky or risky, and red means 'danger,' he thought as he looked up and down the ship. Hey, least they warn you about it after you get on the boat.

The first thing he did was mark off the darkest red parts of the map. Not surprisingly, they were down near the bottom of the ship, and included some rather...murder-hobo-y sort of kinks. Drowning, cooking, rape-play, bloodplay...

"Kinky. Not my stuff, though. Uh. Not for real."

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

"I said not for real! Unless you have a cloning vat on the - you have a cloning vat on the ship. Son of a bitch."

The phone stopped ringing, and he groaned, leaning into his hand.

Tempting at the idea was to throw himself to the wind and see what happened, the otter still wanted to pick something a bit, well, easier to start off with. Just something that would ease him into all the kink that the ship offered. He didn't want to burn out in the first few minutes, after all.

He looked back up at the top of the boat. The suites were all located on the 20th deck with the exception of two or three at the very back of the 19th. There were a couple of spots where the kink color went pretty dark red, but nothing as bad as the ones down on decks three and four.

Tempted as he was for some of the in-wall bondage, particularly with the ones that implied that there was breeding kinks going on, he wanted to save those for later...particularly until he could figure out whether they were consensual or non-consensual.

Instead, he looked down towards deck thirteen, checking out the areas around the ballrooms that looked like they were safely in the orange section. There were three ballrooms in total, one for exhibitionists and nudists to wander around, one for clubbing-fucking, and one -

"Oh. Oh. Oh yes."

The otter grinned, stroking his beard a few times.

"Oh, yes, that's very good. But first, a bath."

The otter left his suite without his underwear, blushing as soon as he stepped out the door. He was already hard as a rock, his cock thick and heavy, even though it was far from the longest cock of his group of friends. He looked down at it, resisting the urge to give it a fondle and suppressing the urge to cover it.

The bath had taken him a good hour, since he'd lingered to enjoy it, and the ship had left port in that time. He'd heard people go by in the hallway, pretty much confirming that the cruise activities had already started.

The rules say you can go naked anywhere, the otter thought to himself, reminding himself what he'd read in the pamphlets. Just because you don't see anyone naked right now doesn't mean that you're breaking the rules. Just...go on...

It took him a good minute to take the first step down the hall, but after that, it was like a rock rolling down a hill. He gradually picked up speed to a walking pace...then to a jogging one...

By the time he hit the security door, he was restraining himself from an all-out run, and only stopped when he saw several people on the other side of the glass door.

Two guys, a pair of bucks whose antlers were so big that they had to duck as they opened the door and stepped inside. Their sheaths were heavy and thick, and their balls probably would have been rather huge, if not for the fact that they looked recently licked and drained.

"...believe you took that elephant. Dan, you're such a slut."

"Hey, you were the one watching me."

"It was a bet, man. You think I'm gonna stare at you taking a traffic cone of a cock because it's hot?"

"Yeah, because it was."

"I need about ten more beers in me before I can say that was sexy."

"Then let's get you drinking, before you start regretting that wedding ring."

"The wha?"

"Less talking, more drinking."

The stags walked by, leaving the otter's eyes shifting from staring at the heavy pair of sheaths to staring at the big, muscular bottoms. Dan, the smaller of the stags, had quite a bit of cum leakage going on.

"Daaaaaamn."

Idesin shook his head, blushing but grinning at the same time. The cruise really was all about having fun, after all. It wasn't just one big joke.

He walked outside, suddenly hit by a wall of sound as he joined all the other richer tourists on the boat. Immediately, he was aware of the fact that he was the only one not wearing some sort of accessory. No leather armbands, no jewelry around his neck, no collar or leash to call his own...

It was...amazing. He watched as a mouse lady was carried around on the back of her tiger boyfriend - or husband, or slave, he honestly didn't know - and blushed as she eyed him up and down as she passed by. She even went so far as to pull down a pair of sunglasses, looking at his cock before looking up at him. He put on as big a grin as he could, only to get a small smile and chuckle.

"No, dear, but maybe tomorrow. Are you always that veiny?" she asked, nodding at his cock.

"Uh, kinda? I think so?"

"Tell me, darling, are all otters so shy?"

"Well, we're not like rabbits, are we?"

"The way I've heard it told, otters are all bottoms."

Idesin's eyebrows just about flew off his head, and his hat nearly followed. He caught it by habit as it slid towards the back of his head, pushing the purple top hat back where it belonged.

"Oh ho ho, is that a challenge, ma'am?"

"Not for tonight, dear, but if you want to try your luck..."

She reached between her breasts - and quite a rack that was, particularly for a rodent - and pulled out a business card. Rather than take a pen, she idly reached out for his cock.

"Kinky," he said. "Careful; the inkwell might need a bit of topping up."

"Oh, I'm sure a young man like yourself can keep it flowing without my help."

She was right about that, though it wasn't until she put it that way that he noticed her age. While he'd clocked her as being in her thirties, the more he looked, the more he realized that there were slight wrinkles around the edges of her eyes, a few little touched-up bits around the corners of her mouth. If he squinted, he could even make out the unnatural symmetry of her breasts, touched up to be a bit bigger.

Not that she looked back for that, at all. The fact that she was an older woman looking for fun only made him that much harder.

She dragged his dick across her card, drawing out her room number on it until it was legible. Not neat, particularly, but legible. Idesin pulled his hat of his head, offering it to her, and she dropped it in.

"Ya-ha-ha-hoooey!" the hat screamed.

And just like that, every eye in the room was on him. The otter jammed the hat back on his head, fighting his blush as he walked to the elevator.

"What, you never saw a talking hat before? Get a life."

The elevator opened for him and he hopped in, and maybe because of the hat, people let him have it to himself. That was perfectly fine with him.

Tapping the button for deck 13, he stepped back and watched the doors close. The elevator was a smooth ride, at least, even with the cruise ship tilting slightly with the waves. The slight rocking eventually gave him his smile back, and he leaned back against the wall behind him.

The elevator stopped at floor eighteen and fifteen, and both times he had a view of one of the kinkier places on the ship. On the eighteenth floor, he got to see a bunch of preds chasing around a bunch of prey, the former taking the latter how they wanted. It was both arousing and rather disturbing at the same time, particularly as he was sure that half of the preds were the same people that were living in the suites for the trip.

Capitalism as a kink? he wondered. Not mine.

The fifteenth was a bit better, though still a little on the extreme side, at least for some. As the door opened, he got a view of a bunch of mommies, daddies, and diaper-wearing furs moving around. Some of them were clean, and some...well, were not.

He was quick to hit the button to continue from that, shaking his head. Full Fantasies, indeed.

Ding went the elevator as they reached his floor, and he stepped out of it with a sigh of relief. Deck 13 was already crawling with a bunch of other naked males and females - and some that were both or transitioning from one to the other - and there was no escaping a bit of grinding as he wiggled through the crowd around the elevator.

The smell of the buffet off to one side of the deck called to him, but he knew that would be running for a long time. What he wanted right now was something that he'd been wanting to try for years, and who knew if he'd have the gumption to try it again if he didn't do it right then and there?

He let the flow of the crowd take him towards the ballrooms, his urge to play with everyone else warring with the shyness of actually indulging in his kinks in real life. He wanted to make others happy, but at the same time, he was terrified of overstepping himself.

Drac wouldn't put me here if he didn't think I'd have fun, he told himself, and that, he could believe.

So, he reached out as he was nudged along, occasionally groping at someone to his left or right. More than once, he got a hip or a thigh instead of a butt or cock, but he still got some nice, squishy touches in.

Eventually, though, they reached the ballroom, and he blushed as he stared inside, looking up at the banner that announced what it was.

The CFNM Ballroom. Open until midnight, from what it said, at which point something else would probably take its place as a theme. But for now, it was exactly what he wanted.

He stepped to the side, looking at those that were already in there. Ladies that were dressed anywhere from skimpily to conservative were socializing throughout the room, while the males that were present had, at most, underwear on that had the crotch ripped off. Idesin's cock throbbed all the harder as many of the males were pointed out, made a fuss over, some embarrassed and others teased and turned on all the more.

"This is so awesome..."

"Hi!"

"Gah!"

Idesin jumped as a ferret poked her head around the corner, shocking the living daylights out of him. She giggled, sliding around the doorway.

"Hey there. I'm one of the helpers for this event. First time on the cruise?"

"Uh, yeah. Very. My name's Idesin. Ide. Like the card."

"Neat! I'm Mariah. Not a singer, though."

"Nice to meet you."

They shook hands, only for the otter to pull his back with a red bracelet in one hand and a green one in the other. He blinked, looking between them.

"Uhhhh, explain?"

"Definitely a first timer, heh. That's your way of telling people if you want the humiliation side of this, or just the teasing 'naughtiness' of it. Red's for humiliating, green's for the nice stuff."

"...That's awesome."

"Yep. Good luck, and have fun."

She winked at him, then darted back into the room, her long tail and slinky body swishing as she went. He watched her go, chuckling to himself as he put the green bracelet on. There was no way that he was getting himself in for humiliation if he had anything to say about it.

With that done, he took a deep breath and stepped inside. Time to indulge in one of his biggest fantasies...

The End