"Piss 'n ale!" The pantheress' exclamation was barely audible over the creaks and thuds of her anguished schooner. Though she would never haul a white flag, she privately admitted it would hold some use here. "Enough already ye dick-snout salt-huffers! I know there be too many of ye to skewer, but I aim t' try if'n ye don't parley!"
A sleek, shiny head parted the glimmering blue, eyeing the pirate captain. She held up her empty paws and wiggled her digits in response, wearing an easy smile. "Surrender, Blackpaw!" The dolphin punctuated his adorable squeak with a spout from his blowhole. "You're outnumbered five-to-one!"
"Sure I can't ease yer tempers with a bit o' jetsam? 'M sure I got some shiny rocks or something in me hold fer yer sandcastles," the black panther responded, sauntering closer to the edge of the deck.
The cetacean merely ducked beneath the waves again, joining a formation of three towing what looked like a floating log tipped with metal. In a matter of seconds, the ram was brought to bear as it sped along the surface. Shortly after, the formation of dolphins ducked under the ship and the seaborne weapon slammed into the ship's keel with a sharp crack.
"Sea's ragin' enema! Our sails are struck, ye jackanapes, we ain't goin' nowhere!" Blackpaw shouted, jostling against the bulwark. "Aye, the bounty's yours! Just spare me vessel!"
"Pirate!" the dolphin chittered from the water. "Yield your weapons and disembark from your ship… or we'll force you off!"
"Aye, hold yer blasted fins fer a fuse!" the feline captain replied, flicking an ear and and turning on her footpaws to stalk toward her second, a taciturn wolverine named Jin. She quickly unstrapped her weapons belt from around her waist, handed it over, then tossed her tricorn hat at him as well. "Ship's yers. Get the cargo buried somewhere, then beat yer way back to the bay an' wait for me signal." Blackpaw spun about, her tail flicking harshly from side to side. "I got a plan, mates!"
The pirates exchanged glances as they watched their leader bluster off down the gangway, slamming her footpaws heavily into the wooden planks. She eyed the dolphin bounty hunters warily as she strode toward them, hands on her hips. They appeared to be towing another makeshift construction—this one a shoddy-looking rectangular platform made of branches and salvaged lumber with a pole lashed to its center.
"Grand," Blackpaw growled, glancing between the assembled sea mammals. "This what ye rubberhides call seaworthy, or are ye just insultin' me?"
"We could name it after you, if that would help," a dolphin offered, cackling and splashing a spray of water at the pirate captain.
Blackpaw chuffed, shaking her head as she jumped from the portside of the deck to the planks of the floating platform. A dolphin immediately grabbed the panther's wrists, pulling her arms behind her back and binding them around the wooden beam with a piece of rope. The cat struggled briefly in malcontent before simply eyeing the pirate hunters, getting a good look at them for the first time now that they were aboard the primitive raft.
They wore what looked like an amalgam of fish scale and kelp fiber, covering very little of their furless skin. Their tails, which Blackpaw had been more than a tad envious of when witnessing them speeding across the waves, were long and streamlined, ending in flukes shaped like broad blades. Each cetacean seemed to be similarly colored, with dark gray hides of varying shades.
"I weren't kiddin' about sharin' me loot, ye know," the pantheress grumbled, glaring at the dolphin who'd bound her. "What kind o' bounty hunters won't even take a bribe?"
"I think we have plenty of plunder right here," a female dolphin said from behind the feline, taking hold of her coat and rolling it down her shoulders. "Why don't you show us all what you've got underneath those clothes?"
The black panther's ears flattened as the dolphin began to tug away at her jacket until it was off her body and trapped at her wrists by the rope. "Oi, getcher paws off me ye scrawny virgin!" Blackpaw snapped, squirming about in protest. "I could puke into yer mother's distended cunt an' sire a better lay than ye!"
Pausing in disgust, the dolphin arched her brow at the pirate. "Ew. Can we gag her or something?"
"Lands, no. This salty dog pirate shit has me rock hard," a male dolphin moved in, shimmying her blouse up her torso and over her breasts. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her taut physique, then squeaked as Blackpaw nearly nipped at his snout. "Whoa, old girl. No need to make this any worse than it has to be."
Whatever retort the female panther had was cut off as the dolphin behind her finished yanking her top over her head, leaving her half-naked for the cetaceans' amusement. The pirate let out a rumble as she felt the cool air brush against the unkempt fur of her torso and lick at her scars, her tail swishing angrily behind her.
"Ahoy, fishies! Spin 'er round so I can see 'er tits," came a shrill voice from the pilfered schooner, still hosting Blackpaw's crew. The jeer filled the air, followed by eager chuckling and rough laughter.
Glaring back over her shoulder, Blackpaw spat a reprimand at her band of scoundrels. "Shove off, you lot! This ain't a jape!" Her pantherine head turned back to regard the dolphins holding her captive. "And you! What kind o' demented troupe are ye runnin'? Ye want me bounty or not? Weigh anchor, or start paddlin'; however ye pilot this misbegotten hulk o' wood."
With a grin, the female dolphin sidled in front of the bound panther, sliding her muzzle between Blackpaw's breasts and hooking her webbed fingers into the captain's breeches. "Aww, is the kitty shy?" She tugged them down, letting them slowly pass the curve of Blackpaw's ass, baring her furred sex to the dolphins' rapt gazes.