EXPLICIT - A Day At The Docks

	The docks - most of the time, they’re bustling and filled to the brim with people from every walk of life. Sailors, adventurers, even mages looking to find a spot for themselves within town. However, for a certain canine, the day is full of nothing but patience and the thought of catching a delicious fish. Currently, he’s sitting at the side of one of the docks, next to one of the large ships that was currently moored there. The light reflecting off of the water is a burning orange, the day the sun brought soon coming to an end.
	“Och, this’s th’ loife… Caught me a few morsels an’ I dinnae think tha’ anyfin’ could ruin me day outside o’ someone comin’ tae stick me on the end o’ a blade… Fah, me mind’s racing. I wonder iffin’ I caught somefin’...” And with that, the canine starts to pull his line in from the sea, his emerald-colored fur wisping about by the gusts of wind coming off of the water. With a sigh, he pulls up the end of his line, the hook on the end still holding the worm that he had tied on there earlier. The only thing that he had gotten by now were a few small fry and more than one bit of random garbage.
	“Tch… Shouldnae have thought ‘o much, anyken… Eh, screw it, I’m packin’ ‘er in fer th’ night.” And like that, the canine starts to wrap up his line around his rod, the hook on the end soon stopping right at a small hole on the side of his cork-lined rod. With that, he lets out a sigh, climbs to his feet, and raises his arms, the strain of boredom starting to catch up to him once again. After reaching down to recover the small pail he had brought with him, his catches for the day held within, a small gust of wind washes over him, causing his hair to wave and ripple through the gale.
	“OI, YOU!!” The sound of a rather deep-sounding voice reaching his ears causes him to bounce up, his eyes wide and his hair bouncing down from its rather up-spiked position for a moment or two. After quickly scanning the shore, the sight of a rather well-built canine with deep chestnut fluff starting to make his way towards him causes the emerald-fluffed dog to furrow his brows. They couldn’t mean him, could they?
	“Aye? Wot’s the problem, then? Somefin’ catch y’ fancy?” And like that, the green-furred dog smirks for a moment or two just before the new canine walks up to his spot on the docks. Before he knows it, though, the front portion of his robes were within the brown-furred canine’s meaty hands. Immediately, his eyes go wide before he looks up. This wasn’t going to turn out good, was it?
	“You’ve a pair o’ brass balls iffin’ ye think you’ve the right tae stand ‘ere wiffout payin’ us back, nae!”
	“Eh… wot? Wot’re you-”
	“STUFF IT, WANKER! Ah know it was you tha’ skipped out on payin’ fer y’ room, nae. Iffin’ ye think you can get th’ best o’ ol’ Gainsborough, then ye’ got anuvah fing comin’!”
	“R-Room, wot room?”
	“Dinnae think tha’ you can’ pull any o’ tha’ reverse psychology shite, nae, lad. Nae, gimme th’ two hundred gold fer ye room, or I’ll rip i’ outta ye’!” At the sound of that, the canine’s eyes widen even wider. Two hundred gold!? He doesn’t make enough cash like that for even standing in one of those Inn rooms, let alone rent one for the night!
	“H-Hold on, then! Uh… lemme… lemme get me purse outta me pocket. Can ye’ let me down? I wanna make sure tha’ I’ve go’ the right ammoun’.” The brown-furred canine raises a brow for a moment or two before grunting and setting the emerald dog down. “Roight, so, better plan-”
	And like that, the green-furred dog starts to scramble towards the end of the dock- the town isn’t that far from where he was, anyway. Just a few more steps and he’s home-

	WHAM!!! Guh-thump-ump...

	“Ugh!” With that, the canine is knocked onto his back, his vision soon filled with stars and pain starting to flood every single corner of his head… That hurt. A lot. “Ugh, focken’...”
The sound of metal boots smacking against wood starts to reverberate against his head before an overwhelming sense of panic starts to well up within him - more than oe pair, it sounds like… He could feel his hair start to flutter in the breeze, the smack from earlier causing it to stick to his head from the welt was sure to be forming on the side of his head.
“Well, nae… Caius, Brutus, wot d’you fink we should do wiff ‘em?”
“Guhuhuh… we should feed ‘em to Sally and Binky and Friska and Harriet and Delilah back at the hold!”
“...You’ve no’ been feedin’ ‘em, have y’ Caius?”
“...Uh… Not really, no. That’s why I wanna feed ‘em this blighter!”
“BRUTUS!!!” The green-furred canine’s eyes start to droop for a moment or two, the impact from before causing his head to spin…
“Aye, Brutus, we can get ‘em loike tha’, iffin’ y’ wan’. Oop, wait a tick, ‘e’s still up. I can fix tha’.” And like that, the brown-furred canine starts to appear with the emerald dog’s view…
“W-W-Wait, wait, lads, lets be a tad reasonable about this-”

WHUMP


The next thing that the emerald-furred canine sees when his eyes flutter open is a dim light from a lantern on the far wall. He could feel his arms straining above his head, and judging from the slight coolness he could feel around his body, they had taken something else of his…
“Ughn… Nnn… sh… shite…!” And like that, he starts to twist and turn himself around in his binds, the distinct sound of rattling chains reaching his ears. His head was spinning, he could feel the bob of his hair against his scalp, and his heart was pounding against his ribcage… He could feel his pulse throbbing in every single bit of his body, though, in one place more than the others. For a moment, he looks down, and spots his member standing tall, pre-cum dribbling out of it onto a wooden floor.
“Well, nae… Welcome back tae th’ world o’ th’ livin’, lad.” And like that, the canine looks up, the brown-furred dog from before coming within his view.
“Sh-Shite…!!”
“Easy, easy. Y’ dinnae have t’ worry, lad. After this, y’ debt’s gonna be cleared, y’ken?” The brown-furred canine plants a devilish smile on his face for a moment or two before reaching up towards the green-fluffed dog’s head. “Y’ know, I fink I could get me locks styled loike ye’ later on… Y’know, when I grow this shite out.”
“Grr, rat bastard…! Let me outta ‘ere afore I rip ye’ limb from bloody limb!” For a moment, the brown canine says nothing, only a smirk on his face telling of any sort of emotion…
“Tell y’ wot, lad. I fink tha’ y’ could learn tae have some discipline in y’ loife, innit? Though, I fink tha’s not gonna help with wot’s goin’ on below ye. Y’like sharks, lad?” For a moment, the green canine’s head shakes back and forth in the classic “no” motion. His hair flops against his head with each pass, and when he stops, it takes but a moment more for his emerald locks to come to a rest.
“Hm… Well, nae… Better plan.” And like that, the brown canine rears his fist back, and slams it into the green-furred dog’s nose, and audible crunch echoing throughout the room.
“Gack! Ugh…” The emerald dog could feel something warm starting to run down his face before dripping off of his lip. A moment or two later, the sound of water splashing beneath him pulls him from his pain-induced reverie.
“There! Tha’ should help ‘em tae ‘play’ wiff th’ fishies, innit?”
“Gh… f...fucker…”
“Aye, aye, call me wot y’like, isnae any skin off me back. Nae, let’s get ye’ down tae play wiff ‘em, aye?” And like that, the brown canine pats the green canine on the side of the head before making his way over towards the wall. A second later, the sound of rattling chains echoes through the room before the green canine starts to sink down towards the water below, his member still standing tall and twitching from fear…
“No, no, come on, nae, lads, dinnae do this! Isnae me!! ISNAE ME!!” Though, the canine’s words fall on deaf ears as he starts to sink into the water - his body soon disappearing down the guts of a quartet of rather hungry-acting sharks.
“Hehe… nae, wot all’s ‘e go’ wiff ‘em… Wait… Did we get the wrong blighter? Eh, fuck it, ‘s no’ like ‘e’ll be missed when ‘e’s fish food, isn’t tha’ roight, Brutus?”
“BRUTUS!!”
“Aye, ah thought so, lad… I thought so.”