At the point of triumph, the pirates asked not for money, treasure, or any of the many, many, of the beautiful, big-chested ladies that lived in the park as a hostage. To everybody’s shock, after all the fighting, shenanigans, and struggle, the pirates simply asked the park to fork over two of the mascot’s as a reward for their hard-earned victory. and they’d leave! Simple as that! With just two goofy looking animal dudes gone, the chaos would end.

Not that Jaw’s heart didn’t completely sink when he was given away without much hesitation, but it was a rather easy decision for the others to make. He was just such a minor character! Only having a significant role in one whole episode! Triken, on the other hand - he was just such a creep, and there were tons of other mascots that could easily take his place. Off they went! The day was saved, and nothing of value was lost.

The pirates were chattering excitedly amongst themselves, prattling about in a dance-like motion as they led the two deeper into the stern. The ship stunk of beer and sweat. Heavy with a musty, swampish atmosphere, many of the boards so completely damp and wet - for reasons the shark guy really didn’t want to ponder.

Stranger yet were the gentle petting motions coming from some of the pirates. It seemed condescending, but there were no cold, scalding insults, put downs, no signs of physical roughness - as if they were more like a warm gathering of familiar friends than violent, icky captors. Jaw couldn’t help but blush a little at this kind of treatment, and Triken didn’t seem to mind it too much, either.

More pirates began to gather around them. An entire crowd, even - was this some sort of ritual? Oh, gosh, that dirty, sweat filled atmosphere was only getting heavier. It was starting to feel as if the pirate stink was becoming a substitute for proper oxygen.

The pirates were beginning to prod their hands against more of their bodies, so many of them, rubbing against their backs, pushing firmly against their bellies, sweat dripping onto their heads… as Jaw slowly felt himself pressing down against the floor, every part of his body was awash in sensitivity - a level of attention and loving he’d never received before.

“Well, shoot, mateys, these are the cutest little fellers I’ve ever seen.” One of the pirates said.

“Aye, aye. Ain’t we be keepin’ these?” Spouted another.

The shark man was just lost in the sound of their voices, trying to distract himself from how strangely nice it felt to be treated like no more than a squishy plush toy by all of the smelly, gnarly men. He weakly glanced over at Triken - who was just moaning. Their… their dino-dick was completely erect. Why? Why was Triken horny?

As a pirate pressed their grimy digits around Jaw’s dick, a mild moan escaped the shark's mouth.

“Aye, but we need’ta train ‘em, first.”

Train? Train… what? Jaw’s brain tried to play dumb, but he knew what they’d meant. Already, that head of his was trying to run away from the sense of foreboding excitement this knowledge was causing. It was supposed to be completely humiliating, and yet somehow it was overruling that horrible, dreadful sense of abandonment and loneliness that had come from being sold out to these ruffians.

Dressed up in that cute sailor costume, wearing that silly hat. His asshole twitching strangely against the pressure of that hard, rubbery dick-toy. Blushing wildly as he prepared for his welcoming ceremony. Prepared to be used like a fleshlight. He’d never done this before, but Triken was already moaning wildly. It seemed pretty inevitable.

Pirates were kissing each other, groping each other, stroking each other off. You could see a pair rubbing their sacks against each other, mumbling, “heh heh, balls are touchin’, Davey…” Pirates singing joyful, hearty songs. Drinking. Just having a good old time. This really wasn’t a hazing - but a loving introduction to the life of a rogue on the sea. They weren’t picked up to be some sort of toy for the pirates, but instead to join their ranks. Unlike that park, these guys actually wanted mascots! They would care about him… about Triken!

So then, it was okay to give in to the pleasure, wasn’t it? To enjoy the full, heavy weight of a rubbery dildo pressing into his asshole - it was so hard to ignore, but the more he thought about it, he didn’t want to ignore it. It was fulfilling in a way he’d never experienced before, ever! And if this was going to be normal, then hell, let him familiarize himself with it! Their touches were so attentive, so loving, and it made him so happy to be the center of attention for once.

A pirate patted him lightly on his head, chuckling a happy chuckle.

“That’s right, ain’t it. Yer one of us, now, ain’tcha?”

And Jaw gently nodded, not fully conscious of his own actions. It was all happening a bit quick, but memories of the park eased out of his mind, becoming darker, and more sinister. The warmth of a heavy, hairy man’s belly, pressing all over him, kneading against him, feeling like a vibrant light, pushing a sense of clarity to his head. He panted, and moaned.. watching as the only acquaintance left over from his old life began to shoot all over the boards, paw gripped over his manhood...

...And felt a strange sense of homeliness.