A Pirate Story
Commissioned by: SecretAgentMittens
Felicia swam quietly in the warm Caribbean water, careful not to splash or move too quickly. The marines patrolling the deck above were far more alert than normal as Governess Rachelle Grenada was aboard preparing to leave the harbor for Europe in the next few hours. She could be heard at the fore of the ship barking orders to the guards. Felicia smirked to herself as she reached the side and scrambled up to peer onto the deck. She was hoping she could get into the Governess’ luggage and get out before anyone knew she was there.
Felicia was a pirate and a good one. She was ruthless and beautiful, a combination that often allowed her to intimidate or seduce anyone that she confronted. She had long strawberry blonde hair, a tanned and fit body with a large bust and a butt to die for. She wore a tight black pair of pantaloons, a very low cut top that showed off her cleavage and a black captain’s hat she had taken from a British officer.
She had once been a fairly important Pirate… until the Governor and his obnoxious wife had arrived in the Caribbean a year ago. They had unleashed ship after ship to hunt her down and recently had sunk her ship, killed her crew and taken all of her doubloons from her hideout. Felicia had only just escaped, and now she was out for revenge. The Governess had provided her an opportunity to do that. Recently she had acquired a famed amulet of immortality and according to rumors. it really did what it said. So now… Felicia was going to steal it for herself…
“Captain please…” A haughty voice moaned, the sound carrying out over the water.
She could see the Governess standing before the captain with a few crew members, fanning herself with a small oriental fan. She was a tall woman with huge breasts squeezed into a tiny corset, her fiery red hair pulled up into a tight bun atop her head.
“Captain can’t you do something about the smell?” She griped.
The captain frowned. “Ma’am… I’m sorry but ships smell… they are always wet and one can’t avoid the smell.”
The Governess huffed. “Well… I suppose you won’t be much help on this voyage. When are we leaving?”
“At first light.” He replied.
Just then a tiny child in a small sleeping dress clomped past Felicia who ducked low to avoid her. The girl was cute with freckles and red hair, clearly the Governess’ daughter Amelia. She must have been sleeping, or at least supposed to be as kids tended to do. The child, who Felicia reasoned looked to be about six years old, ran to her mother who sighed loudly.
“Amelia Grenada you're supposed to be in bed.” She called.
“But momma, I can’t sleep.” The child said with a smile. “I’m too excited!”
The Governess looked like she was about to scold her child when she stopped and smiled softly. “Ok… I suppose we will have plenty of time to get you back to sleeping at the right time over the next few weeks.” She patted her daughter, clearly the formidable woman’s only weakness and gave her a gentle shove. “Go back to the room and play with your dolly, the one daddy bought you. I will be in soon.”
“Where is it? I can’t find it.” Amelia asked.
The Governess smirked. “In my personal chest with the jewelry, now get going.”
“Ok!” Amelia ran off, her tiny feet thumping loudly on the deck towards Felicia.
Felicia smirked. “Perfect! Now just lead me right to it, you cute little brat.” She thought, realizing that Amelia would show her where the amulet was.
Amelia thundered past just as the Marine turned his back away from Felicia, and she quickly stole over the edge and slipped into the cabin behind him.
“This was gonna be easy.”
In the dark Felicia slipped into the Governess cabin and watched as the small girl fished her small doll out of a very ornate wooden chest. It was a small china doll and the girl began to hug it, laughing and talking to it. Felicia could see the glimmer of jewelry behind it and she smiled.
Amelia was playing with her doll and dancing around the cabin. “Oh Esmeralda, you're the prettiest doll.”
Felicia moved slowly behind her, creeping into the cabin and finally reached the chest. She was about to open it when the little girl gasped loudly.
“Who are you?!” She said, hugging her dolly close, obviously frightened by the newcomer.
With a snake like grin Felicia twisted and pointed her musket at the child. It wasn’t cocked so she wouldn’t accidentally shoot the poor brat. But the kid didn’t need to know that.
“Shhh!” She hissed. “Be quiet or I’ll be forced…” She stopped herself from threatening to kill the girl. “I’ll… have to shoot your pwecious dolly.” She mocked.
“N-No!" Amelia sputtered. "W-What do you want?” The girl said, protectively holding her doll.
“I want the amulet your mommy just bought. I’m sure you saw it, the one with the big red gem in the middle.” Felicia said as she opened the chest. Inside was a myriad of cases and she grit her teeth, looking back to the girl. “Show me which one and I’ll leave and I promise not to hurt your dolly.”
The little girl seemed to light up as if she knew which one and then oddly smiled. “Oh that one? That’s in the tiny blue baggy with the pearls. Over there by itself. The one on top right, over there.” She pointed towards it with awkward instructions.
Felicia flashed a predatory smile, snatched the bag, tearing it open and pulling out the Amulet. It was beautiful, a deep golden bronze color with a bright and large red jewel inside it. She stared at it and thoughts of future conquests flooded into her mind as she imagined what she could do with immortality. She didn’t seem to notice that as she picked up the amulet her whole body began to glow warmly, her hair appearing to be rustled by a wind that wasn’t there.
“So… this is the amulet of immortality…” Felicia said softly, a hunger evident in her voice. “It’s so much more beautiful than I imagined…”
“Hey… that’s my mommy's!” Amelia said, her face suddenly far less worried than before. “You better give it back or else.”
Felicia sneered at the kid and leaned down, causing the girl to sit back onto her bottom. “Yeah? Well it’s mine now brat!” She dangled the amulet up over Amelia’s head to tease her.
However Amelia just giggled. Felicia could not see or feel what was happening to her body. Amelia knew what was happening because her mother had warned her never to touch it.
“Amelia! Never touch mommy’s amulet. This is important. It does not make one immortal as in indestructible. Instead it makes one younger. Anyone who touches it will slowly be made more youthful and if you touched it too long you could turn into a baby… or worse.”
Her mother had then draped it around a strong and rebellious stud horse given to her by the King of Spain and watched as the horse reverted to a tiny foal who could barely walk.
Even now Felicia too was reverting as well and the change was making Amelia giggle. Felicia was starting to thin, just as the stud had done, her arms getting softer and her legs losing their full firmness. Her hips were sculpting inward, her bouncing chest seeming less loose and far more firm as her breasts slowly reverted to a teenage appearance. Her hair was creeping up her head and her full red lips were thinning almost as if makeup was being wiped off them. Her hat tipped to one side on her head as both her top and tight pantaloons were both sliding down. She tugged and adjusted them distantly as if by impulse as she continued to shrink.
“Now that I'm immortal I think I will go take care of your mother for all the trouble she caused me.” Felicia announced looking out the cabin door. “Now that no one can harm me I think I’ll reclaim what is mine.”
Amelia just grinned. “Ok weird lady!” She said waving.
Felicia sneered down at the child. She seemed so unconcerned. Felicia figured she must just be a young and stupid. However Felicia could not see what was happening to her. Even now she was sinking towards the deck, barely a preteen as her body was swiftly losing its feminine curves. Her breasts were barely visible for only a moment before vanishing, her butt almost seeming to lift up into her backside and her belly was now even mildly round with childhood awkwardness. Her hair was far shorter up to her shoulders and was losing its blonder tones in favor a lighter brown. She looked like she would be as young as Amelia soon.
“Let’s do this!” She said with childish excitement before she stomped out onto the deck.
Amelia snickered and followed behind her, wanting to see her finish changing, wondering if she would be a baby like the horse.
Governess Rachelle was griping at the captain when both were startled by a strange and childish voice.
“You thought you beat me didn’t you?” A little child called.
They both turned to see a small girl with blondish brown hair, dressed in a vastly oversized set of garments. This included a pair of pants which were almost wrapped around her feet revealing a frilly pair of underwear, with a drooping top around her waist and huge hat wobbling on her head. The child was clopping towards them in large boots and dragging a sword at her side. For an instant Rachelle was about to scold her daughter for playing dress up in such a revealing way… until she saw the amulet and understood what was happening.
“Now ima in charge!” The girl pronounced. “You thought you had beaten Fewicia, gweatest piwate of the seas… well you thot wong!”
“Felicia… the pirate queen?” The captain asked in surprise.
“Indeed.” Rachelle said walking forward, smirking. “Why on earth would you be in charge urchin?”
“Cuz I has the amuwet! I am immowtaw! HAHAHAHAHA!” Felicia laughed, still sinking down towards the deck, now barely three years old. She was awkward with youth, a little chubby with very round cheeks. “Hey… why yoo so big?” Felicia said, suddenly noticing that Rachelle towered over her.
Rachelle smiled and reached down, using her folded oriental fan and slipped the amulet up off the confused toddler pirate’s neck. She spun the amulet around and slid it into a handbag.
“Hey dats mine!” Felicia cried out, her tiny hands grasping as she leaped up to snag it, losing the rest of her clothes save her top. “I immowtal now! Gimme! Gimme!”
“It’s not an amulet that makes you invincible fool.” Rachelle said coldly.
Felicia was now concerned. “Wha? Den wha it doo?” She asked in confusion.
Rachelle laughed at this unexpected treat as she withdrew a pocket mirror and showed the tiny pirate what she had become. Felicia gasped and slapped her hands on her face with a look of pure shock.
“NO! I am a widdle giwl! H-H-H-how?!” She asked looking up at Rachelle.
Rachelle didn’t bother to explain this. Instead she put her hands under Felicia’s arms and hoisted the tiny girl into the air and sat back on a crate. Felicia kicked and squirmed, her tiny pink bottom occasionally flashing under the top as she was laid across Rachelle’s lap. She hoisted up the loose top to expose the struggling pirates little rear, causing Felicia to stop suddenly. She knew what was coming as she had been spanked as a disobedient child many times.
“Gather round everyone.” Rachelle ordered the crew. “We have to spank dear Amelia’s new baby playmate.” She said with a gleam in her eye as Felicia tried to cover her bottom.
It didn’t make any difference tho. Rachelle was a good mother but even better at discipline and the tiny pirate could not escape the solid spanking that came. She cried and whined as she was swatted in front of the whole crew, her feet and arms flailing as she was swatted.
“NOOOOOOO! I’ma queen of da seeees! I Qweeeeeen!” She whined as she took her punishment, which was made even worse by the laughter of the crew and little Amelia.
Finally sniffling as she was set down and dressed in a potato sack because she was too small for any of Amelia’s clothes.
“Now you can learn to be a good girl. You will keep Amelia company on the voyage and do as she says. Or else…” Rachelle warned as she dumped Felicia’s adult clothes and weapons over the side. The toddler would not be needing them for a decade at least.
Sniffling through tears and snot, Felicia wiped her eyes and rubbed her sore bottom. “O else what?” She managed to blurt.
“Or else…” Rachelle grinned. “Amelia and you can play dress up… and you can wear the amulet again until you are a baby…”
“Or worse!” Amelia repeated what her mother had said before.
Needless to say… Felicia was suddenly very well behaved as Amelia’s new playmate.