The New Captain (Captain Jenny TF/TG/MC)

Dillon was browsing the aisles of his local thrift store. You never know what treasures you might find that someone else didn't want, so he made it a goal to visit one at least once a month to try and find anything cool. And today, Dillon had. Among the various metalworks, he noticed a rather fancy sword. It had a brown leather handle and a curved golden grip, the style of sword that of a cutlass. While Dillon wasn't normally a collector of any kind of weapon, something was calling him to this one.

He paid for it, admiring the cutlass as he walked. It was fairly late at night when he left, as it was the only time Dillon could actually visit the store. As he made his walk home, he noticed a strange commotion happening down at the pier. While he would normally ignore it, something was calling him to it. Dillon decided he was going to investigate it.

As he got closer to the pier, however, he noticed a large flare shoot into the sky. It was a curious sight, but that flare quickly exploded into a bright light - brighter than anything he had ever seen before. It completely blinded the man, and the effect was so strong despite its distance that it knocked him out cold too. While Dillon was unaware of anything, when he came back to, he would awaken as someone else entirely.

His ears traversed up to the top of his head where they remained and grew, the shape of them becoming triangular while becoming covered in brown fur, the inside of them gaining white fur instead. Some extra muscles formed inside of them, which would cause them to move with his emotions, drooped with negative ones and perking up with positive ones. More fur spread over Dillion's face, with orange fur on the upper half of it and white on the bottom. He would also gain a small black streak of fur on the sides of his nose.

Dillion's face stretched outward where his nose was, extending into a fairly sizeable muzzle. At the tip, his nose became triangular and moist, the inside of his new muzzle having the teeth sharpen and gain more canine traits to them. At the sides of his head, fur would fluff out and point downward, giving his head a bit more of a diamond shape to it. His hair trickled down the back of his neck all the way down to the center of it while becoming a bright yellow blonde, bangs forming on the hairdo as well. His facial features became more feminine, with longer eyelashes and thinner eyebrows complimented by his new higher pitched voice courtesy of the significantly smaller adam's apple.

The fur continued to grow on Dillon's body. Down the front of his body white fur grew that continued from his head, going past his waist and stopping in two circles at his inner thighs. Surrounding that would be more orange fur that reached down to his elbows and knees. Past there, the orange fur turned a dark brown, almost black color to complete Dillon's new fur coat.

Dillion's feet extended in length as they were forced onto the toes as his legs shifted into a digitigrade stance. Underneath them, a pink set of paw pads formed while the digits themselves enlarged, nails becoming dulled gray claws at the tip of them as they transitioned into a set of paws. The same nail alteration happened to his fingers, but these remained proper hands rather than becoming another set of paws. Behind Dillon, an entirely new appendage emerged out that was about as long as his legs, fluffy with orange fur and brown fur at the tip, giving the new fox a tail.

At his chest, two mounds of flesh amassed underneath the fur, becoming soft and sensitive as a bountiful bosom was now found there. His figure sucked inward at the sides and back, giving his upper body significantly more curvature. On the contrary, Dillon's hips expanded outward greatly as his rear swelled and became more pert and pronounced. Between his legs, Dillon's manhood became a thing of the past as the workings there became that of the opposite sex. Estrogen pumped through his body and rapidly overwrote the testosterone that he once had.

Dillon's shoulders slimmed down significantly to give him a more narrow build, with the mass of his arms shrinking down to give him a more slender set of them. The size of his hands became smaller as well to keep his proportions natural. Dillon's calves and thighs both became noticeably larger, giving his legs more shapely tones and leaving the former man as an orange-furred vixen.

Dillon was gaining a drastically different outfit as the world around him was altering. At the top of his head between his ears rested a black captain's hat with a yellow feather sticking out along with a red bandana tied around the base of it. The black hat had a golden brim and rested comfortably at the top of his head. Just snug enough to not fall off but loose enough to easily remove if Dillon actually wanted it to be taken off.

Around Dillon's waist, a thick red sash was tied around it with both his shirt and pants tucked into it. His pants would lose color as they became a bright white, the material becoming thicker and tougher that would make it take a lot of effort to leave any cuts in it. As for Dillon's shirt, the collar dipped down significantly, causing a decent bit of cleavage to be showing while it tied into a knot halfway down his chest. Like his pants, the coloration turned white to match his new pants.

Over Dillon's legs, knee-high boots found themselves formed, long enough to fit his larger paws into and curved to naturally flow with his digitigrade legs. Like his new hat, they were black with golden lining at the opening, with buckles across the top of the new boots. A belt formed around his waist at a curved angle where there was a holster that his cutlass was now tucked into and easy to brandish at a moment's notice. Lastly, a large black coat formed over Dillon's body, reaching from his shoulders all the way down to his knees. There was golden lining on the interior of the coat with holes and buttons if he ever decided to close it. The interior of the coat was a bright red color with its old golden lining, giving him a full pirate coat and uniform.

Mentally, Dillon was becoming very different as well. Memories of ever being a human man were draining, as was everything that made Dillon, Dillon. His personality, memories, everything were gone from his mind, no recollection of his old life or reality. He was a blank slate, and one that was very quickly filled in by the vixen pirate she had become. Dillon was Captain Jenny now. She was a half fox, half wolf woman who took to the high seas at an early age. She quickly got the hang of everything a pirate needed to know about how to sail, fight, and how to handle her rum. Though she started as a crewmate, she very quickly worked her way up the piracy ladder until she was the only leader left standing, a loyal crew at her disposal.

Jenny had a silver tongue and was often able to talk herself out of any sticky situation. If push came to shove she was more than capable of holding her own in a fight as well. Even intoxicated she was a better swordswoman than many that were completely sober. Thanks to her natural charisma, she had a crew that respected her, and she saw them with respect back. Crew relations were very important in the pirate game after all! You never know when someone might try to stage a mutiny, but with Jenny, that wasn't going to be happening thanks to how close she was to her crew. She was cocky, confident, and talented, three of the best traits a pirate captain could ask for.

The world around Dillon, now Jenny had altered drastically. While she was still at a pier, things were much different. Rather than people enjoying the best, it was a very busy port with many workers loading and unloading various cargo, ranging from weapons to food supplies. There were other pirates along with civilians walking all around, some in a hurry while others were out for simple walks.

Jenny's eyes slowly fluttered open, the sun above blaring down at her vision. She brought a hand up to cover it as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. "God, what happened last night? Might have celebrated a bit too hard." Jenny commented to herself, holding her head as she felt a big headache there.

Looking around, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. She saw her ship a few ports down on one side, and the cargo they had just sold being offloaded on the other. They had come across a rival ship who was more than happy to "donate" various supplies that could line the pockets of Jenny and her crew to have a very fun night out - and it appeared she had a bit TOO much fun.

She slowly stood up, stretching out and cracking her neck. "Wonder where everyone is, probably back on the ship or still at the tavern celebrating. Knowing them probably half and half." she chuckled to herself as her headache was slowly starting to clear. She dusted the sand off of her uniform and began walking. Everything was still on her person, from her hat to her preferred blade.

She remembered she told her crew they'd be shipping off in the morning, and Jenny made her way back to her ship. She always did the ocean breeze against her fur and gently blowing her hair in the wind. Made her feel like a movie star.

Jenny made her way onto her ship where there were crew already waiting for her.

"Captain!" the dog man gave a salute when Jenny walked in.

"At ease." Jenny laughed. "How many men are still at the tavern?"

"About 4. Michael just went out to fetch them." the dog answered.

"Perfect, we'll set sail once they all get back." Jenny smirked. "Alert me when they do, I'll be in my quarters planning our next route."

"Aye aye ma'am." the dog nodded as Jenny walked past and down the stairs into the lower decks of the ship, pulling out the key she kept in her breast pocket and opening the door. She shut the door behind her and went over to the crate she used as a desk with a large map on it.

"I suppose we owe a visit to those isles." Jenny smirked, putting a finger on a section of the map containing multiple mini islands. "I hear there's a lot of treasure to be found there, best get there before any other irate crews try to take what's ours." she smirked.

She looked out the window of her quarters to the oceans ahead, hands behind her back after brushing her hair out of her face. There was so much ocean to explore, and so many more goodies to be found.

"Captain! The men are back. Awaiting your commands!" she heard a voice shout from above deck.

"I'm on my way! Stand by!" Jenny shouted back up, hearing the footsteps walk back onto the ship from the dock. It was time to ship out on another adventure. It wasn't her first rodeo, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. The pirate life was far too fun to ever retire from it, and she'd be a pirate until her last breath! With that, she left her quarters to join her men on the upper deck to go over their next treasure-filled adventure.