In the dead of night on thrashing seas, a ship's Bosun searches out another pony to warm her bed, and help her meal digest properly. (Vore, Digestion, Willing Prey, Gay in front of girls, Frotting, Female Pred)

Hey there! Long time no see, huh? I was particularly inspired to write this story due to thinking about hammocks when used in a vore scene, and trying to describe to someone—who is not into vore—why bellies are so great. There's also a lot of my love for Nautical settings on display here, and while I'm sure I've missed some details in regards to ship terminology or procedure, I'm proud of this little piece nonetheless.