Aboard the Iron Vulture the pirates have gathered at the gun deck for one of their most pupular pastimes: Armwrestling. Fighting for a position within the hierarchy below their captain Don Karnage, the deep grunts, the exposition of masculine strength, bulging muscles and dominance added a certain thrill to the sportive amusement. Dumptruck, the huge Swedish mastif, naturally was the constant champion of that combats - hardly anyone minded, because he was as strong as dump and never tried to exploit his success in overpowering.
One evening, Kit Cloudkicker showed up. Their young powder monkey, who lately started to fill out his green jumper in a way no boy ever did before. He challenged no other then Dumptruck. Everyone laughed, but it was a nervous laugh, mixed with unsecure tension. A tension that had a certain lewdness in it as well, the situation was nothing but surreal.
Kit smirked his cocky boy smile and then started to remove his jumper. Dumptruck's eyes went wide. Everyone gasped. Kit ooed power, he even smelled powerful like none of them ever could hope to be.
"K... Kit? Why do you undress?" he asked with a tremble in his voice. Kit smiled. "I like to intimidate before I wrestle. Besides... don't want to burst another one." He bounced his heavy pectorals individually. "Ready to fight?"
Dumpstruck stood no chance. Noone did.
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