Big Haul

'RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE ...'

The warning flashed on the spaceship's equipment, with a synthetic voice repeating the pair of words over and over. This was an old model, so it didn't have those fancy standard auto-landing features. Which meant that landing on the pad took a lot longer, and burnt a lot more fuel.

'... RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE–'

"Shut t' fuck up, I gettit!"

The ring-tailed lemur piloting the ship was too impatient and careless for this. His hand slapped over the screen to cover it, but the sound continue to come from the speaker underneath. The primate didn't have time for this, and he threw his steering wheel towards the landing pad.

Unsurprisingly, the whole ship shook when it crashed, making a grating metal noise before everything halted. The lights on every panel turned off for a second, before the navigation systems rebooted.

The tiny screen turned red again. 'STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED. UNABLE TO LIFT OFF. COMPROMISED COMPONENTS: LARBOARD LANDING GEAR, STARBOARD LANDING GEAR. CONSULT A MECHANICAL STATION NEAR YOU. STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED. UNABLE TO LIFT OFF–'

The lemur pulled the key from the ship's ignition, and all the screens and meters turned black.

"Piece'o shit."

***

As he stepped out to the landing bay of the Renegade, many heads that had been staring at his awful parking job immediately turned away from him.

"Keh," he scoffed to himself. "None looks my way when I do a fine job..."

He scratched his crotch before manually slamming the ship's hatch shut. The lemur knew that he was eye-catching, but that didn't mean he liked the attention. He was large, both in height and weight. But he loved his own curves, big and plentiful, from thighs and belly up to the chest and arms. Giving them up would make him less sexier, although not everyone in the galaxy agreed with his definition of 'sexy'. The primate imagined that he was more vain about his appearance than most pirates.

Not today, though. He couldn't care less if his thick ringed tail wasn't brushed or smelled weird. The lemur was in a doubly-terrible mood. First, because he'd botched his latest heist. Another easy mission turned messy again... And second – maybe the cause for the first reason –, he was in heat. A particularly awful one. He needed a mate, but he always flew solo.

So he had a simple plan to deal with the second one. He beelined through the hyperspace, needy and half-drunk, to arrive at the Renegade. It was no surprise that he was too topsy-turvy to nail the landing and not break his ship. As he walked out and away from it, the plump primate didn't bother to look back at the damage.

He rubbed his groins again. The expand-o-polymer pants fit him fine, but they felt even tighter than usual. He was just too horny for his own good...

"E-Excuse me, miss!" A small rat, whose head only reached to his knees, called as he ran up to him. "Do you want me to fix up your ship? Ch-Cheapest rates in the Renegade...!"

He leaned down to look at him.

"T' only thing I need is booze. And don't touch my shit." He growled. "And you call me 'miss' again, I'll reach into yer t'roat, grab yer ass, and pullit out t'rough yer fucking mouth. Gettit?!"

The rat squeaked in horror, and nearly scampered away on all fours. The lemur didn't have any patience for scalpers right now – much less for following the Renegade's official 'code of honor among thieves'. The only rule that he cared about was 'no guns', because that could actually get him in trouble in this place. The rest was just window dressing, to please a bunch of wimps who pretended to be pirates.

He looked around, and a bunch of people – all smaller and younger than him – had been staring at the ring-tailed lemur, after hearing him spout his colorful profanities.

"What'cher looking at?! T'is ain't t' fucking zoo!"

He stormed off to the tavern, even more pissed off than before, and everyone was smart enough to step out of his way. This bunch of softies never heard a real insult in their lives before, the pirate thought. Contraband simply wasn't what it used to be...

***

His heat only got worse the longer he stayed in the bar. Maybe it was the booze, which was way stronger than the cheap stuff he'd been carrying in his spaceship. Maybe it was all the laughing, coming from anywhere but the counter he was sitting by. Hard to believe that anyone would pass up on someone as charming as himself...

But maybe, it could have also been the slow, cheesy, romantic tunes playing in the background.

"Kehhh... Ay, Razor!" The lemur called to the smaller mule serving drinks. "Don'tcha have any better songs?"

The bartender of the Renegade was one of the few people that he didn't lose his temper with. The mule had been working in this place for many years, always there to forcibly listen to the surly lemur's banter and not doing much in response apart from serving him drinks. In essence, Razor was the closest thing to a friend that Haul had.

Instead of speaking up and inviting the ire of the ticked off pirate, the mule simply pointed to the source of that noise. The lemur's orange eyes followed the digit and saw a man standing by the jukebox.

He was smaller than the lemur, but the pirate was almost twice the height of the average anthro, so that wasn't surprising. He immediately recognized his shape as a sergal, who weren't uncommon around these parts. With his white-and-blue fur, and spaceship crew overalls, he just looked like an ordinary maintenance guy. The lemur noticed an unsewn gap where the company logo should've been, which marked the sergal as being disowned from wherever he used to work.

But the choice of song catalog seemed to tell a different story, and it piqued the pirate's interest. He jumped out of his stool and moved in an inebriated strut, displaying his juicy physique as he did his best to ignore the burning in his loins. The sergal never turned his way, and simply picked the next heart-tugging song he could find.

"Ay, kid." The gruff lemur said in his best flirting voice. "Having a rough night?"

"Wh–!" The soft-spoken sergal jumped once at the voice, and again at the sight. The chubby primate was very much on his beak-shaped face, taking up as much of his field of view as possible for his first impression. "Whoa, you're huge...! O-Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"Yer not wrong! If you were, I'd say to get'cher eyes checked."

Now that he got a better look at him, the lemur could read his body language. He was the shy, goody-two-shoes type, much younger than him. In other words, the type coming in droves to the Renegade and ruining the place. Was he lost or something...? The pirate would normally have rejected the sergal out of hand, but his libido was getting too strong to care.

The smaller guy was basically sweating and shaking, so the lemur got the conversation going. "Like what you see, kid?"

"E-Erm, yes...– I mean, n-no–! Ohh, s-sorry, mister... I didn't mean to imply that I'm into... Or th-that I was thinking about anything that me and you could... Oh fuck I'm making it worse–"

The lemur chuckled, interrupting the sergal before he hyperventilated. "You got t' 'mister' part right, at least... Alright, I'll bite. What'cher name?"

"Um... it's I-Isaac. Wh-What should I call you...?"

"Haul."

"Your name is H-Haul...?"

"Is whattit says on my official papers." The lemur brought his thick arm around Isaac's shoulders, noticing that his large hand could cover almost all of the sergal's back. "Won'tcha sit with me and grab a drink, Isaac?"

"O-Oh...but I d-don't have the credits, Mr. Haul."

"You make yerself worth my time, and I'll put yer drink on my tab. And drop t' whole 'mister' title, or I'll–" Haul stopped himself, deciding that this was not the time nor the person to be angry at. "...Just droppit."

Isaac simply squeaked in response when the lemur pulled him away from the jukebox. He had to keep up with the larger man's broad gait by walking faster than he was used to. Haul noticed the blush on the sergal's cheeks as the corner of his eyes watched his curvy thighs bounce with each step. It seemed like he agreed with Haul's definition of 'sexy'... Perfect, since he had a thing for little men, and Isaac was almost small enough to hide between the pirate's legs.

The lemur plopped back on his seat, doing his best to display his fat butt under his pants to the potential mate. The sergal pretended not to look, but he was blushing even harder when he climbed onto a smaller and taller stool next to him.

There were two drinks on the counter already, prepared after the mule had overheard the loud pirate by the jukebox. "Yer t' best, Razor!" Haul shouted as he raised his glass to him, then turned to Isaac. "Don't get jealous, kid. He's just an old's cool friend."

"...Do you mean old-school?" The sergal raised his glass as well, and took a sip simultaneously with Haul. "Blech...! Why is this drink so...sweet?"

"Hides t' alcohol, so you get to drink more offit." He couldn't help but notice Isaac's intense stare. "Why you giving me t'at look? It ain't poisoned...unless yer liver can't handle some booze."

The sergal was reconsidering accepting a complete stranger's drink, but he had already taken a sip...so another one wouldn't hurt.

"Attaboy! T'at'll get rid of yer lovesick worries in no time." Isaac raised a worried eyebrow as Haul appeared to read his mind. "Lemme guess. Break-up?"

"H-How did you know...?!"

"'Cause of yer atrocious taste in music. Supernovacore love ballads...really? Must be eit'er heartbroken or a psycho to like t'ose."

Isaac sighed, putting the rim of the cup on his pointy, furry lip. "...I miss my girl. She's back home in Mikreeonon, but I can't see her anymore 'cause I was exiled. And I just got the divorce papers an hour ago."

Haul thought that it was pretty stupid of him to just say that out loud. Maybe he was desperate for affection, or just lightweight when it came to alcohol. "Mikreeonon... Yeh, I remember one job t'ere. Whole planet is a spaceship factory."

"Yeah. I am– ...I was a mechanic there. But I did something dumb, because I was told it would get me some easy credits."

"Wait, don't sayit... Corporate espionage?" The big lemur could feel his crotch getting itchier.

"...Corporate espionage. Have you been sent to spy on me or something?"

The pirate chuckled with his other successful guess. "Seen plenty of yer type over t' years. Good kid needs some money fast, t'ey get conned into t'inking t'ey can steal secrets wit'out getting caught. T'en a whistle-blower or a bounty does t'em in. Usually both. T'en t'ey end up in t' Renegade out'o options."

"...Fuck me." Isaac turned his cup and gulped almost half of his drink in one go.

"So why you needed t' credits so bad?" Haul continued, seeing how far the ingenuous sergal would blather on.

"We just – hic...! – had kids, me and my girl. Triplets."

"Triplets? Damn! Yer seed's gotta be virile like a stud's. I'm gonna start calling you Lil' Papa."

Isaac blushed, before he drunkenly reached for his PDA and flashed a holographic photo over the counter. The lemur examined the family portrait with five sergals.

"Heh, I see yer girl is big and chubby too. Not as much as me!" He smooshed his belly to tease the inebriated ex-mechanic even more.

"I-I may have a thing for big and...hic...! But I-I dunno, I just got the divorce papers, and maybe it isn't right to hook up with someone so soon...HIC–!"

The lightweight sergal put his device back in his pocket, letting it hang half outside. One of Haul's hand reached towards his shoulder, hugging it as the other 'relieved' him of the PDA without giving him a whiff of suspicion. Better that he steals it before someone else does.

"T'ink offit as a friendly date, not'ing more."

"A-Alright... You DO seem friendly, Haul. Urp... Anyway, where are you from? You kinda remind of those primates from Earth, but waaay bigger. What are those called again...?"

The ring-tailed lemur took a measured sip of his own drink. "...Yer not supposed to ask where I'm from."

"Why not?!"

"Is against t' code."

"...I don't remember reading about that in the code."

"Keh... In t' old code, t' REAL code. Back when being a pirate still meant somet'ing. Not t'is shit t'ey pulled off to please t' Federation and Duàn, and pretend t'at t' Renegade is a clean organization. Don't tell me you actually read t' whole fucking t'ing..."

"I had to! Hic... I heard the stories about this place, and I had to – hic – learn my rights..."

"Yer rights... Yeh, t'ose will definitely help." Haul replied sarcastically. "How long you been in here?"

"One– ...No, two weeks."

"And you survived t'is long among us while acting like a wimp?" The lemur stared at the mule bartender, who was pretending not to pay attention as always. "Shit, Razor... t'is place ain't t' same. Turning into a tourist attraction or some shit."

Haul looked back at the ex-mechanic, whose upper body was now sprawled on the counter, with his empty cup knocked down.

"Yer okay? T'at wasn't even one of t' heavy drinks."

"Iiiii...ohhh..." The sergal's slurred speech was barely intelligible. "I'll have...notherrr..."

"If you wanna drink yerself to death, yer paying for t' next one outta yer pocket."

Isaac slowly unfurled back until he was begrudgingly slumped on his stool. "Heh...hic...I can see two hot Hauls now. Mm...maybe drinking myself to death doesn't sound so bad right now...but I don't have the credits. Not after paying alimony... Urp! 'Scuse me... It's so hot in here."

The lemur was nearly grinding his thick thighs together, barely waiting to get out of here. "Yeh? T'en let's go somewhere more fresh and more private, Lil' Papa. Afore someone spots you and kidnaps you to sell as a slave."

"...Whatttt?"

Haul simply got up and practically yanked Isaac out of his seat, pulling him close so the sergal wouldn't trip and fall, and headed back to the loading bay. But not before the pirate turned his neck and smugly winked to Razor – who, as usual, didn't even look back at him.

***

"WHOOOOA!" The sergal lit up and exclaimed when he saw Haul's spaceship, seemingly sobering up in the blink of an eye. "Is that a Centaurus Commander T-Series A-II Deluxe?!"

The lemur simply shrugged. "Is just an old heap'o junk."

"Not old, ancient! It even predates the first fleets from Duàn. You could sell this to a spaceship collector for a fortune–!"

"Watch'er tongue when talking credits out loud! We're still in t' Renegade."

The spaceship enthusiast was too overexcited to heed his advice. "You're a pirate, right? Who did you steal this from?"

"I didn't stealit, I gottit from..." Haul paused for a moment. "...someone. But I'm not selling– ...OY! What'cher doing?!"

"I'm just – hic! – checking it out...oh!" Isaac approached the bottom of the ship. His tenor voice suddenly went down a pitch and sounded professional. "Looks like your landos are busted. It won't be getting off the ground until you fix them. But they should be good to go if you replace the cables and solder it back up... How did you manage to break–"

He turned around and bumped right into Haul, who had approached without him noticing. His long snout pushed directly against the lemur's crotch. He inadvertently nuzzled his face between Haul's expansive belly and his thighs, getting a whiff of the pheromones brewing inside of those pants. Isaac's sharp nose had easily plowed into the soft gap of the large pirate, deep enough that he could notice the lack of a junk in there.

The sergal tried to pull himself away, but a large lemur hand held the back of his head fast in place. The sudden touch had caused Haul's heat to return in full force, and he instinctively grabbed the mechanic to ground his hips against his face.

"Mm... T'at's t' spot... Right where I want you..."

Isaac tried to shout out, but it was hard with the strong hand pinning his head to Haul's loins, which kept his jaws shut. There was plenty of space to wedge that pointy face right in the spot where Haul needed it. Isaac groaned and pushed his hands against the lemur's legs, his digits practically sinking into the expand-o-polymer pants and the yielding thighs underneath. He was far weaker than the lemur, and his short fur was forced to soak in the smell of Haul's pussy and sweat.

"Mmf...! Mm nmm, mfghh!"

The pirate was still hazy from lust. "Mm...? Somet'ing wrong?"

When Haul released his grip, Isaac pushed back and stopped fighting, gasping for air after the tight squeeze.

"Ack–! H-Haul...! Shouldn't we do this inside your ship, instead of in public?!"

"Do what...? I t'ought yer not interested in a hookup." The lemur smirked. His black and white face was still burning hot from libido.

"Yeah, w-well..."

The sergal coyly looked down at his legs, and Haul followed his gaze. The full tent under his overalls was painfully apparent. The pirate's gut feeling hadn't been wrong earlier: Isaac was in desperate need of a mate, too.

The lemur reached up to the hull and snuck his claws at the hermetic seal of the hatch, pulling down the ramp that served as the entrance. The large metal plate slammed onto the ground, and the sound it made scared Isaac even more than the security alarm blaring in the ship immediately afterwards.

As the extreme noise called the attention of everyone in the landing bay, Haul casually reached for the ship's key in his pocket, killing the alarm with a press of the 'unlock' button.

"Yeh, hatch's busted too." He said with his ears still ringing. "Whole t'ing's an ancient piece'o shit."

Since his ship wasn't getting off the ground without some maintenance, Haul thought, maybe he could find some use for Isaac's skills as a mechanic. But right now, he needed his help with something more urgent...

"Alright, Lil' Papa... Yer virile enough to give yer ex triplets, ay? So show this sexy lemur what'cher capable of!"

"Wh-What...? Ack–!"

The sergal didn't even have time to reply, that huge hand dragging him by his clothes into the ship.

***

Haul's chamber was tidier than Isaac had expected. The décor was pretty tasteful, and the controlled environment was way more amenable than the Renegade and its weird, pervasive stench. The luxurious private cabin was the hallmark of the Deluxe series of Centaurus ships, if he remembered correctly. There was a large bed taking up most of the space, big enough for the entire ring-tailed lemur to sprawl twice over it. But from the smaller sergal's perspective, it was simply massive...

He quickly slipped out of his engineering overalls, revealing his fully naked self. Dark blue fur along the back and tail, white on the whole ventral side, and his pink cock was already fully erect outside of its sheath. It wasn't a modest size for his species, but given his hookup, it might not be big enough.

"Oh fuck..." Isaac muttered under his breath. "I still can't believe I'm doing this."

The sergal hiccuped, as if his body suddenly remembered the alcohol content of his bloodstream. The lemur walked past him, still fully dressed, flashing a grin to his girthy erection before he flopped with his back to the mattress, and his head on a pillow. Haul had to lift his neck to look over his non-insignificant gut and back at Isaac, who was blushing hard.

Haul's fingers darted into his waistband. But instead of pulling his pants down, he started to remove his shirt. The expand-o-polymer fabric didn't compress his skin notably when he wore it, but Haul's gray furred gut still swayed when it was freed. Instead of a dome for a belly, his fat was more evenly distributed, and jutting out enough to give the gruff lemur a squishy appearance. To Isaac, the primate seemed like an even comfier mattress than the bed he was on – and he boldly decided to ascertain it for himself.

While pulling his shirt over his head, Haul felt the weight of the smaller male climbing atop him, feeling the mechanic's hard shaft already rubbing against his belly. He tossed his first article of clothing to the side, trying his best not to do the same with his pants right away. The burning in his loins was getting awful, but it'd be worth it in the end if the both of them could hold out for as long as possible...

"Hff..." Isaac grunted as he began grinding against the plump lemur's belly. "Y-You're so much thicker than her..."

"T'an yer Mikreeononian ex? Don't worry. You'll forget her after a night with Daddy."

The sergal's long snout turned red in an instant. "D-D-Daddy...?!"

"Heh heh... Yer a Lil' Papa, but -I'm- yer Daddy~."

Haul wrapped his heavy arms around him, pressing him against his gut. The sergal's breath was squeezed out of his lungs as a strident cry, muffled as the lemur's hand shoved his face against the silky tummy. It even forced a dribble of pre to escape from his penis and taint the pirate's dry fur. However, despite the constricting hug, Isaac wasn't struggling much.

"T'at's a good Lil' Papa... Now get yerself between Daddy's legs and show me– ...OH, f-fuck...!"

To his surprise, Isaac had opened his triangular jaws wide, squeezing one of the lemur's man-boobs between them, before making out with the areola. Haul usually wasn't one for breast play, since it didn't make him feel very much manly – but holy shit, could Isaac work wonders with that long tongue of his...! He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling, gasping as the smaller male suckled his dark-gray nipple wonderfully.

"Mmmmf..." The sergal mumbled with a mouthful of chest, making out with the fatty mound and giving it soft nibbles. His hands gripped the blubber at his sides, clinging tightly to the lemur.

"Hnngph... T-T'at's right, treat yer Daddy r-right~..."

He caressed the sergal's back and tail with a single paw as his hookup kept licking his nipple thoroughly. Isaac continued to hump, rubbing the warmth of his dick against Haul's soft belly. The lemur started squeezing the insides of his thighs together, as his cravings got worse and worse. He wanted Isaac to keep going, but the fabric inside of his pants seemed to only get tighter and wetter...! He could only expend so much patience...

"L-Lil' Papa... I n-need you down below..."

Isaac gave one last lick to the breast with his long spiky tongue before spitting it out, letting it splat back to Haul's chest along with a coating of slobber.

"Mm... yes, D-Daddy~..."

The word still felt difficult to say out loud, and sounded silly as it came out of his mouth. The sergal released his grasp from Haul's belly and scuttled backwards, crawling down the gentle slope of the pudgy bed. He wasn't sure before, but the belly certainly was bigger than his whole body. Isaac's digitigrade paws found footing along the waistband of the bigger male's pants, at the same time that the lemur began to pull them down.

Removing his pants felt like slowly removing an adhesive bandage, and almost as painful. Haul's raised head watched the strands of vaginal juices clinging to the fabric. His pants were all but ruined, and his heat wasn't bad – it was outright violent.

When he finally pulled his pants down to his ankles, the sergal slipped and landed on the bed with his butt, leaving behind a streak of pre along his lower belly that had originated from that pink cock sticking out from his legs. As much as the lemur wanted to take him like this, he could feel his vaginal canal contracting too hard from neediness. Anything repeatedly piercing into him would be too much right now.

"K-Kehh... Yer Daddy n-needs to be stretched with yer fist, first. N-Nice and slow..." His words felt almost too heavy to come out of his throat. This is what he'd been waiting for.

The ex-mechanic nodded as Haul kicked his pants away from his ankles. Isaac placed a spread-out hand on one of the naked thighs, squeezing it with his palm and fingers for balance and sating his curiosity. He stared into the partially hidden folds between Haul's hips. The large, thin labia looked discreet, timid even, partially hidden under the short light-gray fluff. The large lemur slowly revealed more by spreading his legs. Isaac wondered if his hookup was trying to build up suspense or hesitating...

He balled up his other hand as his Daddy had wanted him to, bringing it close to those lips that seemed to open on their own. The warmth and humidity were tangible before even pushing his fist in. He brought his white-furred knuckles to pink flesh, sinking them into a surface even softer than Haul's belly.

The pirate moaned loudly at first contact, though it sounded closer to a bassy whimper. His walls contracted just at the partial touch of Isaac's fingers, nearly rejecting the penetration, despite all of the pent-up lust and stress that craved it. He saw that the sergal had a concerned look, worried that he may have hurt the primate, and unsure if he should pull out. Haul gritted his teeth and tried to relax his body.

"Ghhhf... M-More! Daddy can h-handle... Kh–!"

As Haul tried to keep most of his body still for further entry, Isaac watched the long and bushy tail flick in the air by the side of the bed. A good gauge of how sensitive the lemur was, twitching faster while Haul's moans got louder. The slick juices continued to smear his fist as it drilled deeper, filling the room with the unmistakable stench of sex. Isaac could feel more of Haul's warmth, finding it easy to spread the wide tunnel aside from the occasional contraction halting his progress.

By the point his wrist vanished inside, the vaginal flesh had become more accepting. The only real obstacle coincided with his elbow slipping in with the rest, while his knuckles brushed against a shut valve within. The large lemur shivered around his arm, howling out of stinging pleasure as he was stretched all the way up to his cervix.

"Mm–! Fuckkkk...! Ohh, I – mnf! – needed t'at..." Haul brought his large hand closer, and Isaac thought that it'd grab him by the nape yet again – but it rested over the lemur's crotch instead, digging into the top of the opening to rub his clitoris. "Hhhhhf...keeppit in for a bit, t'en pull out s-slow– ahh..."

Isaac obeyed once again, savoring the slick texture of the smooth canal against his arm. The primate pleasured himself with more vigor when he started to pull out. His cock throbbed against the bedding as he heard the wet squelching that his fist was responsible for, more intoxicated by vaginal musk than his drink from earlier. Each tug forced a tiny squirt and a moan out of the lemur. The sergal couldn't wait to breed him – and as soon as his drenched fist slipped out, his hips practically launched against Haul's.

"Hfff...D-D-Daddy~...!"

His cock dove inside like a projectile, causing the tunnel to clench around his member. But the muscles were appropriately loose and lubed up, and in the very first thrust, the primate's slit fully swallowed the pink shaft to its hilt.

Haul threw his arms and head back to his pillow in bliss. "Fuuuuck...! Y-You feel bigger t'an Razor... M-More, Lil' Papa~!"

Despite being relatively small compared to the lemur's pussy, Isaac's cock seemed to reach deep into him, to the point where he felt short on breath and gasping for air. The member was even smaller than the fist that had just stretched him, but its warmth – combined with his ardent appetite for a good fucking – made him extremely sensitive. He could feel his walls shaking once the Mikreeononian pulled out almost entirely, before his sheath slammed back into his vulva with a loud 'plap!'. The member curved upwards to perfectly reach the G-spot with each thrust, causing Haul to release a flood of sexual juices between their hips.

Isaac's view was replete with gray fur. He wrapped his arms around the bulky thighs as best as he could, and his snout pushed against the underside of the fat pirate's belly. With his own arm and crotch coated in Haul's fluids, the sergal rammed as deep as he could, putting his whole strength into each shove.

Hooking up with a large and burly pirate right after getting divorced, engaging in kinky foreplay, and boning the primate into submission, was not how he'd expected his day to go. But right before he shot his load, Isaac realized how much he'd been pent-up for this, too.

"Daddyyy–yaaAAAGHFHH...!!"

His seed gushed out as deep as he could, painting Haul's insides with white not as much as the lemur had pelted him with squirts. The sergal roared more as he ejected rope after rope in his climax, temporarily eclipsing his partner's moans, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling.

He'd given his 'Daddy' the virile seed that he'd been craving. Sadly, Isaac thought, he couldn't impregnate the mammal, being ovoviviparous himself; but he also knew that his future self, once sober from lust and booze, would appreciate not having any more children to support with his non-existent finances.

Meanwhile, children were the furthest thing in Haul's mind as he felt the spunk warming him from inside. His walls continued to grip the sergal's shaft to milk it, and he loved the sensation of being rutted... However, despite his own more subdued orgasm, this just -wasn't- it. His heat was still a persistent annoyance, and that cock hadn't really scratched the newfound itch he'd been feeling for a while now. Haul was ready for round two, even though he suspected that Isaac wasn't.

Sure enough, the sergal pulled his limp cock out, bringing some white and transparent juices as he unplugged the hole, and flipped down onto the bed with his belly facing up. He panted out of his pointy jaws, surrounded by plush thighs on the sides and gaping labia inches from his head.

"Shit...I-I needed that. Although I don't really think c-calling you Daddy was appealing," he lied, "I'm still glad I could breed you... Hf..."

"Mm, you definitely bred me good, Lil' Papa~." Haul pushed against his bed to sit up, ensuring the smaller male was still between his legs. "But yer Daddy is still needy... How about you give me more attention down t'ere? I know how yer tongue can do wonders~."

Before Isaac could interject, Haul raised his hips, lifting his crotch above the sergal's head and shading it from the artificial yellow light. The pink, slightly pulsing flesh behind the vulva was so slick, a few drops of cum visible inside along the walls before the tunnel continued too deep and dark to look into. The lemur's request couldn't be more obvious, and he thought that obeying him again couldn't hurt. In fact, the thought of being used and forced to lick his own seed was bringing Isaac's own fire back to his crotch.

"...Fuck it. B-Bring it, Daddy."

"Good boy."

The lemur leaned forward, bed creaking slightly as his weight shifted and his pussy landed right on top of the sergal's snout. Haul gasped as the furry face partially intruded his nethers, and then again when the pointy tongue escaped from the sharp maw to lap at his walls. More lubricating juices streamed from the canal, coating Isaac's head and forcing him to close his eyes as he savored the vagina's earthy and slightly salty aroma.

The ex-mechanic had to admit that being claimed by the sexual juices of his bulky partner was a major turn-on. He closed his eyes, but the lemur's weight, size and position could be inferred just by how the those hips slowly gyrated against his snout, inviting that tongue deeper to warmer and more sensitive spots. That pointy snout just felt like the perfect shape to ride like a dildo, and that's exactly how Haul would treat it.

Soon, the sergal's slimy tongue was brushing against the G-spot, just as his hard cock had moments ago. Haul moaned harder and more high-pitched, prompting Isaac to smack his tongue even faster at it, slurping down the secretions while also managing his breath in the stifling tunnel. The sergal was amazing at cunnilingus, just as the lemur had expected him to be.

Haul was hardly having a bad time, if the involuntary reactions of his body and vocal chords were any indication. But he was not the Manner of man who contents himself with 'just good enough'. His ardent heat – his itch – was just sitting in there, unfulfilled. Deeper. A lust that he'd never felt this strongly before. Hopefully, the sergal would cooperate if he simply gave him a nudge...

He moved his hips even further forward, consequently pressing himself down on the male's head. His lower lips spread around the muzzle, taking the whole maw in before squeezing the rest of his face. Haul could feel the sergal's sudden mumble of shock and confusion vibrating the sensitive wall, causing the lemur to quiver and squirt even more fluids down his neck. The pointy head was wider than the arm before, but his canal was loose and wide and lubed enough that he could likely fit even more than just Isaac's whole face. And he could feel that nose getting closer and closer to where he wanted it...

But then, his small partner that he was riding as a toy started thrashing as if his life depended on it. His hands pushed against the lemur's thighs to try and free his head, and his digitigrade toes dug into the bed to also help leverage himself away from the prison. It actually surprised Haul to see how fiercely Isaac was fighting, and he was worried that he might have actually injured him. Not that it would stop him from having his fun, either way – but the slight tug in his otherwise callous heart decided to pity the unfortunate and obedient Mikreeononian just once.

Haul slowly raised his groins, dragging the sergal's head with the clenched walls of his vagina, and forcing him to raise his neck. He strained to push, before the muscles finally relaxed and released him with a 'pop!'. Isaac's head slumped to the bedding, gasping as a layer of pussy juices fell and splattered across his face and chest. He was too dazed to react, simply recovering his breath as he felt the cool breeze of the spaceship's recycled air on his fluid-slathered face.

Isaac sputtered some of the juices along his lips. "Puh, puh...! U-Ugh, what the fuck was that?! I thought I was about to drown in there!"

"Yer not gonna drown in t'ere..." Haul tried to hide his annoyance with a flirty tone. "Just get yerself deep inside me again and give me a good–"

"A-Again?! No way! I'm not a sex toy to do as you please–"

The lemur growled. "Alright, t'at doesit. Daddy's not in t' fucking mood to hear a no."

"Wait, H-Haul–mmf...!"

The pirate crashed down hard on him, pushing the pointy head right up his tunnel once more. In one swift motion, it speared his canal even deeper, slipping inside easily thanks to the sergal's lubed fur. His labia swallowed him down to his neck, spreading outward over the vanished bits. The opening appeared eager to consume even more of the sergal – that was Haul's plan, after all. And if Isaac wasn't going to cooperate anymore, well...the lemur would do the cooperating for him.

The panicking sergal thrashed again as expected, and the primate reached down with his large black hand and gripped the flailing legs together. Not only so either of them wouldn't get hurt – or more than necessary –, but to make this next part easier.

He raised his torso again, clenching his tunnel tight. Isaac was pulled up along with him, but he wasn't released onto the mattress this time. The feeling of an alien head struggling inside of his vagina was...well, alien. Despite the libido causing his legs to shake, he stood up on the sturdy bed and kept himself under control. Now he could prepare himself for the next step.

He pulled the sergal's legs closer, and with the head stuck in place, his waist was tucked. Isaac was forced to sit on the bed, perfectly lined up with his snout pointing up to where the canal continued deeper. He'd said that he wasn't Haul's sex toy... The lemur wanted to prove him wrong.

He almost whined as he sunk down, swallowing the whimpering sergal with his cooch up to his shoulders. "Mmmnnnnnnn... T-T'ere we go~. Be good for Daddy now... Yer almost at t' spot I want you."

The vaginal cavity was almost entirely filled with Isaac's skull and neck, giving the sergal a very acute feel for the walls squeezing him and conforming to his contour. But the snout hadn't reached the source of Haul's heat yet. That deep itch had been biting at him ever since the sergal's knuckles had brushed the outside of his cervix, and that's where he was aiming the muzzle.

Another cry shook his whole body. Now that he had taken the sergal as deep as possible, the snout was tragically close to the sphincter, just a few inches away... As the smaller male was forced to breath the stagnant air, he could even feel the breath blowing through his nostrils against it! So painfully close...and if only Isaac would've stuck his tongue out, he could perhaps reach it. But he appeared too displeased with his current situation to continue with his cunnilingus, and Haul wasn't about to give up when his wish was a squeeze or two out of reach.

Still holding the mechanic's legs tightly together, he started to grind him like a dildo again. Isaac struggled every now and then, but much less frequently. Once he also realized that he was stuck like this with, no chance of moving either in or out until Haul got whatever he wanted, it felt pointless.

The pirate panted as his vulva's grip on the neck got weaker, letting the smaller male's head bob ever so slightly in and out along the walls. However, his Lil' Dad never seemed to travel any further when he pushed down, still just barely out of reach of his deepest wall. No amount of juices – drenching the blue and white fur down his shoulders and chest – seemed to do the trick, and Haul was beginning to lose heart. Nevertheless, he kept grinding to achieve a less-than-ideal orgasm out of this otherwise novel experience...

"...You done?" The sergal's voice was muffled and muted, but clearly distinguishable through the dampening layers of Haul's body. He sounded disgruntled, but still docile. "L-Let me out now."

The gruff pirate was getting frustrated himself, trying to think of an angry or teasing remark in response. But that's when his legs suddenly gave in, at the same time that his vaginal muscles decided to relax. His body lurched downward, and the lemur howled at the extreme stretching he suddenly felt!

With a long and wet 'squelch!', his labia stretched impossibly wide, causing more of the sergal to disappear up and between his legs. But there was an even more excruciating stretch happening out of sight, hidden in his vagina...

"Ohhh, fuck... G-GAAAHHHhhg...!! Y-Y-Yer so – hnng – so deeeep...! Haaaah..."

The sergal's muzzle had overshot, and his snout slipped right through his cervix, with no other place to go...!

"M-Mmmf... Ack!" Isaac tried to shout as most of his head slipped into an even tighter fleshy embrace, realizing what was going on. "I-It's getting too tight...!"

This was the culmination of the lemur's efforts tonight. The only way to quell his absurd heat. But he never thought that it'd require shoving a person into his womb...!

Yet, the lust radiating from his body and overtaking his mind left no doubts. He'd definitely orgasmed when his uterus was penetrated – and in that single instant, it felt more ferocious than any other in his entire life. A powerful mix of pleasure and pain swelled from his cervix being forcefully stretched, and he'd ruined both his bed and the sergal's fur with his juices and squirts. But he wasn't done. That itch only seemed to crawl even farther and deeper...

"D-Daddy wants all'o you~... HFFF...!!"

With a rush of adrenaline, Haul bent his legs and pushed his weight down onto the slim sergal, forcing him inside. His ravenous vagina stretched wider, and the back of his womb swelled with more of its living intruder. It felt wrong, but wonderful. As much as his rational mind screamed that the smaller male shouldn't be going in there, his body craved it without reservations. His gut feeling told him that the Mikreeononian would be fine – more than fine – in him. The primate paused his descent when he climaxed yet again, in quick succession, just from filling more of his womb. But he was nowhere near done.

Haul continued to grind him like a toy, indifferent about how this one didn't have a flared base. His cervix continued to swallow its furry snack, and more of Isaac's torso and arms vanished into the entrance, both pinned to each other with little to no room to work with. More and more surrounded by pink flesh, grunting into the different texture of Haul's endometrium that swallowed him.

If not for the grappled legs between the lemur's fingers, there was barely any indication of the sergal's whereabouts from outside. What should've been a sizable bulge was concealed under his voluminous belly, though he doubted that his figure would remain intact once he'd consumed all of his lively toy.

The sergal was still sitting on the bed, with an undesirable erection sticking out of his sheath. Struggling was futile, but Isaac still felt compelled to do it out of spite.

"S-Stop... I c-can fix your ship for free...! O-Or call you Daddy! Anything... A-Anything but this! Please...!"

His plead would fall on deaf ears – even though it was definitely heard, from the lemur's deafening chuckle. Haul had him exactly where he wanted him to be.

Most of Isaac's upper body was trapped along the wrinkles of his soft vagina, feeling the pulse as more of its lubricating drool squeezed and squelched around the furry mass. Meanwhile, the head and shoulders were crammed into a much tighter spot, forcing the organ to expand and balloon out to grow its capacity.

The womb subjected his face to a toasty, noisy, sweet environment, one that the sergal wanted to get away from immediately. The place wasn't supposed to be hospitable to any living being that had already been birthed once... And the fact that it belonged to the burly lemur only aggravated its hostile nature.

Haul's hips went down to the bed, letting him sit around the smaller sergal. Despite not having any peristalsis to swallow him, all the squeezing and shoving was managing to feed his uterus. He'd lost track of his orgasms, but he still craved the full-course meal.

Isaac's cock was just outside of his pussy, hard and pointing away from the entrance, and the lemur decided to have even more fun... Using his weight to keep pinning the sergal's legs underneath him, he shifted forward, trying to bring their genitals closer.

It worked, in a sense, but not how he'd expected. Instead of slipping in, the tip of the cock rubbed against his clitoris above, only elevating the stimulation. Isaac seemed to moan too underneath all of his flesh, begrudgingly enjoying being used as a rabbit vibrator.

The sergal couldn't really move much, only wiggling to fight for more space, whereas his cock throbbed at the touch of more warm flesh. The lemur cried out even louder, grinding his toy underneath his hips as he worked himself up to another orgasm.

The same couldn't be said of Isaac, who was too spent to reach his climax so soon. Despite the haziness in his head, he wondered how Haul managed to release even more of his fluids – as if being stuffed into his womb didn't defy every expectation. It had to be a dream...but the walls and all their squelching, their rubbing, their orgasmic crushing – it couldn't have been more violently real. He just hoped that the living nightmare would be over soon.

"U-Um... D-Daddy?" He pleaded to the larger lemur. "When are you p-pulling me out...?"

"Hff...still need more..." Haul whispered, but his voice reverberated all around his toy. "Yer staying t'ere till my heat's gone and my womb's done. Mmm...t'at reminds me–"

The pirate still had some energy left, knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied until his lower hunger was sated. He planted his feet against the bed once more, straining to clench his walls – in order to keep his snatch snack stuck waist-deep –, and raised his body again.

He didn't fully stand up, only enough to straighten Isaac's dangling legs without bumping his head against the cabin's ceiling. It was finally time for his fingers to let go of the sergal's legs, since they were about to get shoved into a much more constricting spot.

With his mate's digitigrade feet propped against the soft ground of the mattress, Haul used his weight to his advantage once again, sitting down right onto those lubed legs and slamming his thighs against the bed. He felt a sharp, singular, electrifying pain as the sergal was launched further into his recesses. Those slender legs disappeared into his vulva with little effort, while the flexible sergal involuntarily bent his body in order to curl deeper into the uterus. Isaac continued to whine as he was forcefully consumed, but the lemur would pay him no mind.

Haul lied down again and brought his paw, slick with his juices, to his slit. He could feel the toes sticking out through the labia. The sergal was too deep to pull out – so he did the sensible thing and pushed them in, hiding them away. When Haul felt the entrance close, he started rubbing his clitoris again.

He couldn't feel Isaac's body heat – now that he had thoroughly soaked his –, but the extra weight was unmistakable. His vagina was still stretching thanks to the legs taking up the whole canal, although this time around, the sergal's limbs were fisting him from the opposite end. To think that a whole person was tucked away underneath his massive belly... It pushed him past the edge once again.

The lemur bucked his hips upward and clenched his vagina, squirting his ejaculate away from the bed even harder than before. His swollen uterus squeezed down on Isaac's upper body in an unrelenting massage, trapping him as the cervix squeezed down over his waist. The sergal couldn't withstand the pressure of the sphincter on his cock, finally reaching an unwarranted orgasm and releasing a smaller load of his seed directly into his mate's deep chamber. But any of his fluids or shouts were drowned out by the larger male's intense climax that rocked his whole world.

Haul finally slumped down when he was done. His beast of a heat had finally been quenched. His light-gray fur from his legs was utterly soaked, as was his bedding and flooring...but he knew that it wouldn't compare to the mess that his living toy had to endure. He was still trapped inside, even deeper after the lemur's orgasm.

He could tell that his belly was larger, but only because he was so used to staring down at it. Nobody might even notice if he decides to keep his hookup in there – and if anyone does, they might shrug it off as the pirate getting fatter overnight. The bulge was smooth enough that he could hide away the fact that he suddenly got pregnant with a fully-grown sergal.

The lemur could still feel the digitigrade feet somewhere in his canal, along with a lingering pain in his stretched cervix, meaning that Isaac still wasn't fully inside of his womb. Haul grabbed a hand mirror on his nightstand and brought it between his legs to a vantage spot, using his soggier hand to spread his labia apart. He could see the sergal's toes and pawpads between the wrinkly walls of flesh. But he probably couldn't follow them in with his fingers to push them deeper.

"Mm..." He hummed as he enjoyed the extra heft deep inside, watching the toes curl inside of his vagina. "Did you drown in t'ere, Lil' Papa...? Feels like yer not struggling at all~."

"...Is this some sick joke to you?" Isaac's voice sounded almost comical within, from how his surroundings muffled it. Haul could feel his breath pleasantly tickling his endometrium, as well as each movement from the balled-up sergal attempting to shift his limbs within. "Do you just go around, shoving random people up your snatch?"

"Nah... Yer my first. Didn't thinkkit was possible, though. But you feel too good in t'ere, Lil' Papa~."

"I don't care! Just l-let me out...!"

"Heh, you want out...? Alright." Haul sneered; he had an idea for how to get the ex-mechanic to help him with the last leg of his trip. "Yer legs are sticking out of my cervix. So kick t'em around to try and get t'em free."

The sergal couldn't really tell if they really were outside of the womb, although the texture around his ankles was more smooth and pliant than the one under his palms. And there seemed to be some degree of freedom to move his feet around.

With nothing to lose, he did as Haul suggested, hearing the lemur's moans as he squeezed against the canal once again. The walls clenched, and he assumed that the pirate was straining to birth him out – not realizing that the pirate was tricking him yet again.

"I-Is it working...?"

"M-Mhmm~..."

Haul arched his back again and strained his muscles, doing his utmost to bring the last of the sergal into his womb. The kicks got weaker as Isaac progressively had less space to move his knees. The furry legs pleasantly stroked the inside of the sore sphincter as they wormed in, thanks to the actions of the unaware mechanic.

The lemur could hear a muffled 'shlop!' when they finally squeezed in, pushing out some uterine juices into the canal. He expected one final orgasm that never came, but he continued to clench until he was sure that Isaac was fully nestled within. His cervix remained dilated for a bit longer, closing slowly in order to trap the sergal inside.

When it no longer ached, Haul knew he was done. No more pain, no more heat... He was only left with a cramped womb full of sergal, and the satisfaction of accomplishing it.

"T'ere we go... All cozy in Daddy's womb~."

"I– WHAT?! B-But I thought you–! ...Y-You tricked me!"

"Yeh...no shit." He gave his flabby belly a playful slap. He noticed how much firmer it'd gotten, just with the extra mass that made his tummy jut out almost imperceptibly. "Couldn't just ask you to climb in t'ere on yer own, now could I...?"

"B-B-But...! You can't just do that to me! What if I'm stuck here? Wh-What if something bad happens to me?!"

The lemur snickered. "I don't t'ink not'ing bad will happen. Plus, you better be stuck...was a lot'o effort to get you in t'ere! Mmm... Bet yer ex didn't feel t'is full when you gave her triplets, Lil' Papa~."

Haul used his hand mirror to stare into his vagina once again, examining the reflection of his puffy pink flesh. There was no sign of the sergal at all – confirming the numbness around his cervix –, other than a few stray blue hairs of fur inside. He released his lips, which closed like nothing had happened, and put the mirror away. He was overcome by a laziness that didn't want him to get out of bed for a long while, and he didn't want to fight it.

On the other hand, the voice in his womb continued to mumble desperately. "Oh fuck oh fuck...th-this can't be happening...! You gotta do something! Isn't there any teleporter that you can beam me out with...?"

"Beam you out...? Not t'at I know of. Besides, I t'ink yer right where you should be~."

"Y-You can't be serious! Are you just...gonna keep me in here and walk around like this in the Renegade?!"

"Hmmm..." Haul had forgotten that his spaceship was still busted, but he simply shrugged. "Yeh. Pretty much."

The sergal tried to struggle, but he was too curled up to budge an inch. "T-That's kidnapping...! Then I'll shout for help...! S-Someone will hear me!"

"I'm sure t'ey will hear. But not like anyone is gonna lay a finger on a guy like me, so yer as good as mine, heh heh!" The primate's gruff voice still carried his bitterness and immorality, but he couldn't help but rub his midriff lovingly at the delight he felt from his uterus – rather than for the man he carried within. "T'is is my first time, so I don't even know how I can get you out. Just enjoy yerself and let my womb take'ts natural course... 'Cause I know I'll love every second offit~."

Isaac grumbled. Was there really no recourse but to let this lemur have his way with him...? And who knows for how long! Sadly, he saw no other way out. He decided to conserve his energies, really hoping that he would be safe in here. After all, being stuck inside pirate's pussy was probably the most embarrassing way to meet his end...

"There's n-nothing natural about ANY of this, Haul..."

"You better keep calling me Daddy..." He growled. "Then I might let you go soon."

"...Are you lying to me again?"

The lemur smirked. The sergal was finally picking up on something. "Maybe, Lil' Papa~."