"A bit more to the left."
"Watch where you're putting that."
"Baltic, who put you in charge of this set up anyways?!"
Olympic watched with some amusement as Baltic ordered the fleet about, setting up various equipment for the New Year's party. Though renowned across the Atlantic for her clumsiness, the little ship was actually quite smart. She was well advanced in the art of pyrotechnics. Last year, she'd thrown up a huge party in celebration for the 70th anniversary of the successful D-day landings. This year she was fully expected to rival that at New Years. Olympic had no reason to doubt Baltic's abilities but she was a bit apprehensive. When it came to fireworks, Baltic was unmatched in skill but she did have a habit of overdoing it sometimes.
Olympic heard the sound of another ship approaching before a soft muzzle pressed itself to her side. "Hello Maury." She purred, turning her head to eye her mate of 70 years. The two had been together since the end of World War 2. After the loss of Arizona, it'd taken several years for Olympic to come around. And when she did, she found she was closer to Mauretania than she'd realized before. Arizona had given her approval and the two had been together ever since.
"Hello Olympic." The Cunard liner purred back. "Ensuring all goes well this year?"
"Well, when it comes to Baltic, you never know." Olympic replied.
Mauretania barked a laugh. "True, so true." She murmured. "Say, I found this lovely berth at the far end of the harbor that has our names written all over it." She rubbed against the larger White Star ship.
Olympic leaned into that touch before she stopped herself. "I have work to do Maury." She said.
"So do I." Mauretania agreed. "It's called getting you to relax."
Olympic laughed. "Persistent." She said. She nibbled the other ship's nose. "Give me a few minutes, I'll meet you there."
...
When Olympic arrived the berth Mauretania had pointed out she was surprised to find her mate was not there. Just as she was about to look around for her, she was side tackled. "Eep!" Mauretania had ambushed her and the next thing Olympic knew was she was on her back, kissing the Cunard liner for all she was worth.
"Did I startle you?" Mauretania's hazel eyes were alight with mischief and Olympic couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes you did. But in a good way." She added, nuzzling her neck.
Mauretania's purrs vibrated her from bow to stern. The Cunard liner rested herself atop her larger mate, rubbing their slits together. Olympic's eyes slipped closed and she moaned. "Maury.." She gasped.
"Patience." The Cunard liner teased. She had no intentions of making this mating session go by quickly. Oh no, she was going to bide her time. She shifted her weight down, lowering her head and sucking on Olympic's outer mammory glands. She gave a small chuckle as the White Star liner quivered beneath her. "As I said, patience." She chided.
"Maury..." Olympic whined.
"Patience." Olympic huffed as for the third time Mauretania reminded her. The Cunard liner took her sweet time, tongue gently tracing around the edges of Olympic's slit.
"You need to clean more." She told her as she nipped a barnacle free.
"I haven't seen a drydock in 5 years Maury, give me a break." Olympic grumbled back. This earned her another laugh from her mate.
Mauretania's tongue worked until the area around the slit was clean and free of any rough materials. By then, Olympic's fluids were positively flooding from the 10 foot opening in her aft keel. "Maury, please..." The big ship begged. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.
"Patience, Olympic. Try patience." Mauretania purred back.
Patience? Damn patience! Whoever thought of the word patience should be damned to hell. Olympic moaned in longing as Mauretania teasingly licked the tips of her mammory glands, just touching the inner rim of her slit. "Mauretania!" She wailed.
Mauretania laughed, nosing her slit experimentally. "Quite full I see." She said, and began lapping up the fluids, savoring the taste. Her tongue strokes were soft, gentle, and agonizingly slow. She was still teasing Olympic who growled in frustration. Why was she making her wait so? It was worse than torture!
Mauretania chuckled to herself as she heard her mate growl. Olympic had an impatient nature, and could be easily frustrated by lack of action. But the Cunard liner had her own reasons for making her wait. Sometimes it was good to slow things down.
Mauretania finished lapping up the small lake of fluids that had collected at the rim of Olympic's slit. Feeling she'd made her mate suffer enough, the Cunard liner dove her muzzle straight in, delivering a sharp toothed bite to Olympic's clit, tugging on it experimentally.
"Yesss!" Olympic moaned, arching into the contact. Mauretania's muzzle could only go in so far and the Cunard liner was soon forced to pull back. Olympic whined at the loss but her amber eyes brightened when she saw her mate pull out one of their many toys used for this sort of occasion. This one designed to mimic the movements of a large male penis. Olympic eyed it with a certain hunger, ready for Mauretania to shove it up to its hilt down her canal. But her mate didn't.
Showing the same restraint she had previously, Mauretania went back to teasing Olympic with small touches and pokes around the edges of her slit. Olympic whined, begged and pleaded but nothing she said or did could get Mauretania to snap. Finally though, the Cunard liner growled.
"To hell with this!" She hissed and shoved the shaft hard down Olympic's passageway. The White Star liner squealed in sheer pleasure, long since numb to the pain. She felt only joy as Mauretania established a quick rhythm that steadily increased its tempo. The Cunard liner rolled on her side, her own slit swollen with arousal. Olympic wasted no time getting to work. Her tongue licked the area around it clean though there wasn't much debris covering it. Mauretania had been in drydock only a month before and her antifouling was still fresh. It came across as a sharp tang on the White Star ship's tongue but Olympic ignored it in favor for the more tasty treat. Her mate's fluids, already running from her weeping slit.
Olympic saw an opportunity for payback and deliberately poked and prodded at Mauretania's slit. Mauretania moaned, desperate for some form of relief. Olympic wasn't willing to give her it, yet. Mauretania's whimpers soon turned to desperate pleas which rang deaf in Olympic's ears. Eventually, Olympic gave into temptation and shoved her own toy into Mauretania's slit. She shoved it down to his base, retracting and inserting it in a constant rhythm. The toy had been dowsed in large amount of lubricant before Olympic had shoved it into her mate. That and Mauretania's slick passageway made it easier for Olympic to move it. The Cunard lighter squealed in delight, matching her own rhythm with her mate's.
Olympic's hips tightened and a surge of fluids overtook the toy on its last thrust. Mauretania came a second after her mate and the pair lay panting on the water, toys in hand, dripping their fluids into the water. Olympic raised her head first, eagerly licking her own fluids off Mauretania's toy. Mauretania did likewise, both ships purring each time their hulls contacted as the swell brought them together. Then, with the taste of fluid still in their mouths, they joined in a kiss. Tongues entwined and as they were jostled together and apart again, strands of saliva kept them joined. When they finally broke apart and the strands slapped down their chins, the two licked around their muzzles once, savoring the last taste of each other.
Olympic settled in first, resting against the dock as she made room for her mate. Mauretania's slimmer build allowed her to squeeze in beside the larger White Star ship. Olympic shifted her weight towards the center of the berth, curling around her mate.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." Mauretania replied.
Both ships were about to fall asleep when a loud bang startled them both awake. They leaped up and in the small berth there wasn't much room to go anywhere. They ended up banging their heads together. As they shook the ringing out of their ears, Olympic looked up to see what had caused the loud noise.
There, in the middle of the harbor was the steaming remains of what appeared to be a fireworks platform. Apparently it had gone off before it was supposed to. Olympic's amber eyes moved from the innocent remains of wood to the only ship that could possibly account for what happened. Baltic was eyeing the platform with a mixed expression of horror and amusement. Olympic had little doubt she'd triggered it on purpose.
Feeling the larger ship's gaze on her, Baltic turned to face her angry leader. "I'm sorry." She squeaked.
Olympic's eye twitched, a sure sign of her inner rage. She rose to her full imposing height, a menacing sight to be sure, especially in her current anger. She'd promised herself she wouldn't say it. She'd never say it again. But the word rose up through her larnex and into the chamber of her mouth before she could stop it and this time she made no effort to. She opened her mouth and from it came the loudest, most deafening roar that any ship had heard in decades.
"BALTIC!"
THE END