Bantioc Down in Engineering

I'm Engineering Officer, Ensign Tico Tau of the Avantgarde.

How's Life as a pirate? HA! Real funny... No, I just stay here and do my own thing, I make sure the core never exceeds the safety margins, and tinker with my Railgun that’s sitting on the workbench. I hardly even notice whether we’re on shore leave or not because I have more fun tinkering with this Promenade Class Zero-Point than watching a stripper.

Kind of regret flunking out of the Academies because if I actually pulled my weight and did decently enough, I would’ve even tinkered with maybe an Emperor Class Auxiliary Core. I mean, just think of all the numbers!

Uh, you mentioned you’ve known people who have interests I have...

And you’ve pretty much read through my… “Notes”

It’s been almost 10 years since I’ve felt something like this. The Dragonkins practically have no sense of relationship aside from being chummy with each other and occasional sweaty nights.

You sure about this?

It’s kind of been a while since I’ve really had actual experience. The earliest I can think of was with this senior from the Academy.

Needing… a… break? 

Pirate Late Night Navigation

Night Sailing's always the best, at least for Rehhas. No one to bother his charting, no one to move into his view, and no one to snoop in when he's taking care of business... well, at least until he starts moaning too loudly. Yep, Night Sailing's the best.

Bantioc Damn Greenhorns!

Frustrated and fed up, craving and unsatisfied, the officer found a private alcove behind a set of roaring engines deep within the belly of the battleship.

"Damn Greenhorns." muttered, as he tossed away the last pieces of his uniform off to one side.

"Finish what you started." he grunted, working it thoroughly until the eventual bliss replaced all his stress.

Bantioc Insubordinate!

Shouting was heard along side threats of demotion, some of the seamen have already left their stations under orders. All but one remained at the end of the hour.

"Rank. Off." Grunted the commanding officer.

"You can kiss my furry ass, old man!" snapped the sailor.

"If that's how you want to play it, boy, I'll show you your place." retorted the admiral.

"Try me."

All but the cardinal desire for more was remaining at the bottom of the admiral's boot with the hours passing by in a private quarter, the moans muffled by the thick walls of the ship, the tears of pain and pleasure rolling down the cheeks of a young Arinos as the sole of a heavy boot rolled around his family jewels.

"You're liking this, aren't you, you little insubordinate furball. Now say it. tell me you want more."

"M-...More!" Screamed the young seaman, brought to the teetering edge of orgasm.

Bantioc Don't Ask, Don't Tell

With the Bantioc Imperial Navy flying on a non-stop basis, shifts can last from days to weeks with all the officers and their CO's standing idly by their posts, staring or zoning out on their consoles while the chatter of the CIC mask the shuffling of the fleet admiral walking with the chief communications officer to a more private section.

"Chief, You know the Bantioc Naval Policies." Said the Flt. Admiral as he slid off his coat.

"Fleet Admiral, sir, I understand the rules and regulations to the punctuation, but this is something I ask-, no, beg of you to do, sir." Replied the Chief Comm Officer as he unbuckled his belt.

"... A word of this gets out, and you'll find yourself demoted to Cadet, on board the Refuse Ship Shard of Glory." Said the Flt. Admiral while slipping out from the last bits of his clothing.

"Sir, not a word, Fleet Admiral, sir." Whispered the officer, sniffing the musk of the commanding officer, waiting in desperate anticipation.

Galivas Waterfront Romance

With Winter's cold fingers caressing the green moss of the early spring rocks, love is in the air. Water rushing down the cliff face, thundering into the pond below, the crunching of twigs and leaves muffled by the hushed laughter of two warriors, one fidgeting with the other's chest. Whispers to the ears, deep rumbles of content, and jingles of metal, the two finally arrive to a secluded world.

"Xyro, may I have the honor to be with you for life and death?"

Whispered as he gently squeezed and caressed his mate

"You finally ask after all these years. You know my answer."

The other replied, toying with the tail that exposed his manhood.

Galivas Courting

It's deep into the winter season, yet the halls were quiet when expected of loud grunts and deep moans. Having trouble finding his mate, the alpha did what he'd thought he'd rarely do: offer up the closely guarded view to convince his love that it's time to get intimate.



Something I've been wanting to try out pose-wise, and hey, Xyrobutt.