Becky the Boat

>life aboard The Queen Becky was surprisingly peaceful, as far as her crew were concerned
>compared to other groups of pirates, they had smooth sailing in even the roughest of storms, plentiful stocks of food from the many sea-creatures she slayed, and the best navigator to ever swim the seven seas
>plus, all the 'booty' one man could ever want or need
>however, while her swift maneuvering meant that repairs on the cabins or hold were rarely needed, she presented her own unique maintenance problems

>"Oh, captain," she sang out, as the pirate lord stepped out of his private office, "it's cleaning day!"
>he sighed, and after a moments consideration he picked one of the sturdier looking cabin boys for the task
>over the course of the day, the cabin boy clambered up and down her body
>he started with her tail, or at least the parts that he could reach without dipping into the cold waters that surrounded them
>there wasn't really a reason for it as the ocean water already kept her clean, but she seemed to enjoy the movements as he ran up and down over the smooth surface of her scales
>next was her upper torso; the areas between the "boat" and the mermaids own flesh
>he carefully scrubbed her sensitive skin clean, making sure to it was absolutely spotless
>he worked dutifully under the watchful eyes of the crew, a blush on his face as Becky cooed, instructing him as to where he should head next
>"A little to the left please, sweetie!" she giggled, and the cabin boy happily obliged
>next, were her arms; a rope had to be attached to his waist as was dangled perilously from the upper deck, running his brush over her arms which tirelessly propelled them forward
>next was his favorite part of the ship; Becky's bosom
>her bust was large enough that a rope was unnecessary; Becky giggled and laughed melodiously as the cabin boy crawled around her breasts, scrubbing the orbs and making sure not to miss a single inch of her soft tits
>there was one last area to clean, now; Becky's head and neck
>carefully, the giantess removed her over-sized captain's hat, laying it gently over her back- purposefully engulfing a few crew members in darkness as she revealed her head in full
>this part was tricky; the cabin boy clambered up to Becky's neck, using her neck band to help his journey; when he reached it, he started once again on his work
>her steady breathing nearly caused him to lose his balance a few times, and it actually did once; fortunately he landed on one of her breasts instead of in the frigid waters below, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the men watching him work
>Becky gently scooped him up, bringing the cabin boy up to her face so he could clean it, too, her tail still propelling herself forward
>she started to hum as he worked, some ancient, wordless song of the sea that few had ever heard and fewer still had ever survived to tell about
>she playfully winked at him as he neared her eye, smiling mischievously
>"Here, let me help you with that," she said with a smirk; without warning she brought her other hand up to her face, a scoop of water big enough to flood a room inside it, pouring it out over her hair and face
>the cabin boy became soaked as gallons of water poured town on top of him, drenching him to the bone
>"Aw, don't worry, sweetie," Becky said, taking on an almost motherly tone as he shivered in the palm of her hand, "I know someplace warm you can go..."

>the cabin boy wondered briefly what she meant, only to stare in wide eyed shock as she opened her maw wide in front of him
>sticky rivulets of saliva hung from the roof of her mouth, snapping and breaking in front of him as he stared at the dark depths of her throat
>Becky stared down at him, expectantly, her tongue wiggling as if to invite him inside
>the cabin boy stared into her light grey eyes with uncertainty
>"Becky!"
>Becky rolled her eyes, shutting her mouth as the captain called to her, "What is it, cappy?"
>"If you're going to have him do that, at least let the lad tie a rope around his waist!"
>he added, "Wouldn't want him to end up like poor Finnegan "Fish Food" Philips from a few years back, aye?"
>a rope was tossed towards in the cabin boy's direction, and he quickly tied it around his waist while Becky waited impatiently
>almost as soon as he tied the knot, Becky chirped, "Okay, you're all set!"
>she brought her hand up to her mouth, dropping him inside; the cabin boy slid between her lips easily as she slurped him up, trapping him in the dark, wet confines of her mouth before he could even utter a peep
>for someone whose diet consisted of raw sea creatures and rival pirates, the smell wasn't as bad as he would've thought; it was almost minty, in fact
>but the cabin boy wasn't concerned by that; instead he scrambled around in a panic, sliding along her bumpy, slick tongue, trying to find a way out
>instead he was met with her ivory teeth, and with a flick of her tongue he was face to face with her rippling gullet
>Becky opened her mouth briefly, illuminating the organic cavern, dropping something inside; the cabin boy quickly scrambled towards it and away from her yawning throat to find that she had returned his brush
>"Well?" she said, her words rising from behind him in almost deafening volume, her lips opening briefly to enunciate, "get to work, cabin boy."
>the young man grudgingly started to brush the giant mermaid's teeth, his brush swiftly gliding over them as he worked
>he was absolutely drenched in her warm, sticky saliva now, with more to come as her mouth filled with spittle as he worked
>eventually, she swallowed the excess down, the gulp reverberating in the cabin boy's ears

>a chill went up the cabin boy's spine, but when he was not dragged kicking and screaming into her steamy depths he continued to work, quickly finishing her teeth
>when he pounded on Becky's teeth to let him out, she simply said in reply, "Tongue."
>the cabin boy sat in her mouth for a few moments before he realized what she meant
>his brush soon scrapped the surface of the large muscle clean, but still he sat trapped in the mermaid's mouth
>suddenly, without warning, she tilted her head back slightly, sending the young cabin boy back into her throat; he clawed desperately at her tongue as he fell into the dark pit, but he could find no purchase on the slick surface
>with a loud, wet gulp she swallowed him down, the trip to her stomach lasting only a few seconds
>the cabin boy plopped into her belly, scared, dazed, and confused; he went over to one of the walls and started beating on it in a panic, his blows bouncing harmlessly off the gummy surface
>"Oh, that tickles," Becky's giggling voice echoed from above, joining the sloshing of the liquid contents of her stomach and the beating of her massive heart, "but you should really start cleaning in there, too, before you melt."
>the cabin boy, scared as he was, soon realized that the rope was still tied around his waist- and more importantly, that it hadn't joined him in her stomach, at least not entirely
>for close to an hour, he blindly fumbled around the wrinkled stomach walls, rubbing them as the organ growled and churned around him
>several times he was sent sprawling into the soupy mess by an unexpectedly strong contraction

>still, he worked diligently, long into the night, until finally the giantess deemed his work satisfactory
>a sharp tug around his waist dragged the cabin boy back through the swampy lake of his host's stomach, until he was forced up and back through the pliant esophageal sphincter
>the travel back up her throat took much longer than the one down it, thanks to the strong peristaltic waves working against the movement and Becky playfully dragging him up, only to lightly swallow him back down a couple of feet
>but eventually he emerged, tired and exhausted, back into her mouth
>with a small "Bleh!" Becky dropped him into the palm of her hand
>the cabin boy's clothes were tattered, and his skin stinged in several places, but he was somehow fine- if shaken- in spite of his experience
>Becky pursed her lips, kissing the cabin boy gently on the head, before depositing him safely on the top deck
>as he headed down, back to the warm safety of his bunk, Becky called to him one last time
>"We should make that a regular thing, cutie!"