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Inbetween getting sick and working on some bigger projects, I haven't had much to show for a while. So, went through some old things, found an old anal vore idea, and figured what the hell. I always like to try writing new things, and AV is certainly one that I occasionally have moods for despite not really caring too much about vore in general (besides cooking, that's the bomb.com). But, translating what is usually a visual thing to writing was interesting, guess we'll see how my first attempt goes.

While this is the the first installment of a 'series' it's just a loose kinda thing that's been stuck in my head, there isn't much planned to go from here. I just kinda wanted to leave the doors open cuz I personally find the idea of some kind of bounty hunter using AV and CV as his main method of target disposal super fun. Of course, that's not actually in this story, so there's a pretty good chance of an eventual continuation.", "writing": "\"Stop! Let me go, please!'' Echoed the desperate shout, a once feminine voice of allure now loud and scared. The plea came from an attractive vixen, makeup washed with tears pouring from wide eyes. Her frantic struggles did nothing to gain her freedom, the woman nothing more than a squirming torso coming from parted manly asscheeks. The gray and brown tones of the sergal's ass she was slowly vanishing into clashed with her bubblegum spice, a once meticulous and eye-catching appearance slipping through a tight ring of strong muscle.\n\nShe didn't stand a chance, no way to stop herself from being devoured by the sergal's ass. Already at an advantage from his massive ten feet of height, the well-built man had no trouble shoving the girl into his tailhole, middle slowly rounding and wiggling as her terrified face grew closer and closer to the flesh of his buttocks. A clear contrast to her unending struggling and resistance, the sergal was calm and relaxed as he lay face down on the cushy bed, arms wrapped under a pillow to rest his angular chin on.\n\nThe vixen's voice was growing louder, fate creeping into her mind. \"W-Wait, we can talk about t-this! PLEASE!''\n\nA simple response from the sergal, a grunt and his sphincter pulling her an inch deeper into the snug embrace of his gut.\n\n\"Hng, please! S-Stop!''\n\nThe massive man gave a tired sigh. \"Shut the fuck up already Stephanie. This is what you deserve.''\n\n\"I can make it up to you! I'm s-sorry! I'll never fuck another guy!'' Came the panicked begging from his bottom, the shapely woman doing her best to twist what little of her torso was still free to look at the ashen sergal's relaxed face.\n\nOne eye cracked open to peer at the distraught, pretty face of his girlfriend. \"You still think that's the issue? Just shows how much you actually tried to get to know me. I don't fucking care who you sleep with. But you can't just blow off our dates and stand me up without a word. You could have at least let me know you weren't gonna make it. You know, [i]the fifth time[/i]?'' Closing his eye with a clear finality, he clenched the dolled up girl farther down his ass, not even having trouble popping her fake tits through his backdoor. \"Obviously you cared about getting in my pants, but the person who wore them was completely secondary to what was in them.''\n\nHer cries became pathetic as the man's anus was suddenly gripping her neck, her whole body squirming in the suffocating confines of his digestive tract. He could feel her fighting, all through his bowels. All the sergal did was reach down to rub a hand over his full-looking belly bumping out with useless hands trying to move. \"G-Give me another chance! Don't- hng- Please! W-We can talk! DON'T DO THI-mfghgmmmm!''\n\nLike that, she was gone. Nothing but a pulsing pucker, and a writhing belly stretched out under him. The large gray sergal gave a content sigh as the room went silent beyond rising gurgles from his rounded middle. \"I would have loved to talk, Stephanie, but you only seem to only get honest when it suits you. Now, I think you'll suit my figure better.'' He treated his former partner to a steady stream of clenches all around her sexy body, dragging her deeper into her tomb.\n\nStephanie's world was dark, tight and slick. His walls pulsed around her, ever guiding her to her fate. The heat was sweltering, a terrible dampness to her bare fur as any attempt to move only made her slip deeper. Breathing was hard, taxing, with every breath laced with the suffocating reminder of where she was. The vixen snapped out of the freezing shock of despair, beginning to speak in a quiet dreadful tone. \"N-No... Oh fuck.. I'm gonna die. Please... someone... anyone... help...''\n\nHorrid noises were all around her, a despicable heartbeat giving her descent a tempo as it pulsed across her entire body. She cried more, resuming a fruitless struggle. She was already trapped, hands locked at her sides. Final desperate shouts were given as the soft flesh around her grew tight, overwhelming her. \"SOMEBODY! PLEASE, HELP ME! HELLLLLLP!'' The sergal beginning to digest his meal could barely discern the words rumbling his gut, barely felt her gasping. Regardless, nothing got through the soundproof apartments. Privacy was any responsible buyers top priority.\n\nAs she curled up through his innards, the ashen sergal rolled to his side, bed creaking as his already large mass was multiplied. His natural size difference let him handle adults fairly well, while his belly certainly bulged with its new passenger, it wasn't obvious just what made it so big. He could still get up and walk around, no problems with balance. People probably wouldn't even bat an eye, you can still be ripped and have a pretty sizable beer gut. Well, the shape of a face and hands pressing out against his skin might not pass under the radar. But that's exactly why he was going to stay in bed and take a nap while she digested, letting his body handle the task of breaking her down while his mind dreamed happily.\n\nThe slightest frown played over the wedge-like snout. He did like her, and had wanted this to work out. So much for trying to settle down. He certainly wasn't a smitten lover, temporary flings usually his thing. Guess he was stuck in that life. Perhaps he was doing something wrong, this wasn't the first partner to be dissolved in his body. Regardless, it was clear that she was using him for sex and money. And not even in the good bimbo-y way, taking far more than she gave. A mental shrug preceded the man drifting off to sleep as his guts squirmed and sobbed, though the noise would slowly dwindle to nothing but loud gurgles.\n\nOh well. At least Stephanie would finally contribute to something at the end of her life.\n\n - \n\nAlekai woke with the joyous energy of being well rested, thanks to being well fed. Rolling to his back, the big ashen sergal looked upon himself. His belly had shrunk considerably, though still bore a pudge. Stephanie was obviously long dead, but his gut was still breaking the last bits of her down. He probably should have taken a picture of her before he did this, Alekai honestly wasn't sure he'd remember her in a month. She might have been a total bitch, but he usually saves some kind of memento for every life he ends. On the ceiling were a large number of small printed photos, the dusty gray/brown sergal staring at scribbled names on them as he met the frozen eyes of past flings and enemies. Lots of people met their fateful end inside him, some willingly, most not. \n\nReturning his gaze to himself, one of the leftovers of his ex's lovely struggling within him was the massive erection the sergal now sported, a prodigal tool just as oversized as his entire body was. He never actually bothered to measure, but it was safe to assume close to two feet of cock stood tall over a plump virile ballsack of equal magnitude. He watched the vaguely canine shaft flex, a dark black member with a beating knot resting atop the lips of his sheath. Alekai debating on relieving it. He usually jerked off when eating, but he was too pissed at her to actually let her help him cum. Air billowed out his angular snout, the entire situation fully forming, his own sad groan followed.\n\nOh, he wasn't upset about Stephanie. Just now that his girlfriend was being processed for nutrients... Well, relationships typically end when one of them dies. And now that he was single, he didn't really have any reason to use the rest of his days off work. Yet as the problem reared itself, solutions arose. A plan formed, and the big sergal swung his large legs off the bed that barely fit him. Heartily growling, the man stretched as he rose to his full impressive height, fingers brushing the metal ceiling. \n\nNo more words or expressions were made as Alekai walked to his bathroom, ducking under the door before taking a shower. He had thought it would help soften the steel erection swinging like a loaded gun at his hip, but a nice soap lather only made the excessively large shaft more resolute in it's determination to wait for a fertile hole. Well, his instincts were gonna have to wait. He did treat himself to a good belly rub under the steamy water, enjoying feeling the small weight of his ex's remains. \n\nStepping out and drying off, the sergal groomed his gray and brown fur to a decent level of presentation. Grabbing a smartphone like device, he made a quick post to the local breeding listings to stifle this rut before he forced himself on some poor lass walking home and leaving her to stumble away with a bloated womb and a broken pelvis. The app then unfortunately indicated that it would take some time to vet a partner compatible for impregnating, so there wouldn't be results soon enough. Alekai was already taking matters into his own hands, reaching into a sleek steel dresser built into the apartment's bedroom, naturally sweeping out from the bulkhead.\n\nHe pulled out his `clothes', two small rectangular devices with straps on them. Well, small to him, they were as big as some species' heads. To the sergal, it barely blocked his thigh as he strapped the bigger one around his leg. In an instant, a shimmering wave of opaque hexagons spread over his pelt, hiding the immaculate body of the man behind a layer of dark snug material. The exception being the imposing mast of cock still throbbing in the air, a small notification sounding of the projectors not able to cover the unknown extremity. He had activated a simple projection suit, it was the standard modular clothing system. The base one did just that, cover your body with a few stylization options. The once all black material over him changed to look more like a tech-suit that would be at home in an old sci-fi.\n\nP-suits weren't the most popular for casual wear, but Alekai already had a hard enough time finding a bed to fit him on this station, clothes would be harder. Besides, the modular aspect was pretty big. Need a cheap atmosphere suit? Get a pressurization module. Working at a hospital? Get an antimicrobial module. Cold blooded, and the station's standard temp too cool? Thermal module. Living as a bounty hunter in one of the most lawless areas of space? Get a less than legal ballistic shielding module combined with a very expensive stealth field generator that doesn't officially exist.\n\nAlekai attached the other strap-bearing rectangle to his other leg, clicking tight and appearing akin to a holster for a sidearm. This module was certainly none of those highly effective yet totally illegal combat additions, and certainly didn't provide both protection and sneakiness. With nothing further to see here, his `clothes' rippled over his toned frame for a second as they flashed iridescent from the hardlight weave being added, and Alekai certainly didn't go to a mirror and watch himself vanish for a few seconds.\n\nWith everything about his completely normal [i]and legal[/i] clothes working, besides that his jaw-dropping dick and balls were free for all to see, he left his apartment without much fanfare. Partial nudity, partial schmudity. Stepping into the sterile steel walls, he made his way to the central ring of the sector's primary station. Taking the tram out of the residential ring, he watched the undecorated and bland construction turn vibrant with neon and color. Ads and businesses, almost everything on the central ring demanded your eyes' attention. How else could they find a way to scam people who didn't know better? This may be the most regulated station in the Fleet, but money was money. As the door opened and people who would have bustled aboard froze from being eye level with his steeled cockhead, he used it to help part the seas.\n\nThe oversized sergal made his way through the grandiose space, and right past every bustling business and crowd. More than one whore approached him, offering impressive discounts for his impressive tool, but Alekai won't pay for something people beg him to do. One boy was very hard to turn down though. Yet business came first to the sergal, striding past any distractions as his swaying member distracted those who looked at the large man coming down the palisade. \n\nOnce more he had to duck under a doorway, stepping inside the local law enforcement branch. A sparse place, the few here were either the steely eyed hands of the law, the rugged contractors that did what the law wouldn't, or those who are in the process of being booked. Needless to say, smiles were rare. Eyes centered on him of course, then at his crotch. The man behind the front desk did actually smile, getting a kick from how quickly the room's focus went to the newcomer. What's the saying? \"Size matters?'' The uniformed buck waved the towering sergal over, only a few long steps needed to close the distance.\n\n\"Hey Alekai, back for more work already? Though you just said you were taking some time off with your girl?''\n\nThe dusty brown sergal shrugged. \"Eh, I just had a nasty breakup. Figured some work will help me focus afterwards.''\n\n\"Huh.'' Was all the many-pronged deer had to say. \"Well Sera is free if you wanna pick up some contracts with her.'' A quick smirk and a suppressed chuckle came as he waved farewell. \"Nick cock by the way. I get why you use it so much.''\n\nAlekai shot a smirk behind him as he went down the path, taking up most of the space in the hallway. \"Thanks dude.'' He swung around to step through a door that swished open, arriving in a decently large office. It had one desk, with one woman behind it. The contractor liaison peered up from her endless paperwork to meet the confident look from the sergal. Then it promptly dropped to the couple feet of cock pointed right at her, cumslit staring her in the eye and pulsing to wink at her.\n\nSera was a dragon, a pretty one at that. Granted, everyone looks pretty with the availability of `enhancements'. A sea blue hide, some stripes on supple scales, certainly a looker in her own uniform. She didn't actually have one, instead opting to wear a revealing, skimpy police outfit from a sex-shop because \"It's basically the same thing.'' As the sergal took a step forward and the door closed behind him, the woman scooted her chair back and threw up her arms. \"Holy shit Alekai! Don't fucking come near me with that thing, I know what you plan to do with it!''\n\nHe crossed his arms, looking down at his beating shaft almost touching her desk from where he stood. A brow was raised as he returned to looking at her, the dragon now giggling to herself. \"Fuck off Sera. You're not gonna be taking a trip to my balls.''\n\nShe propped her sharp visage on an arm to shoot a playful sneer at him. \"Oh? Your sack isn't thrice the size and wiggling, but your `main weapon' is drawn, good sir. You know you don't pull out your gun unless you intend to use it.'' She capped it off with sticking her tongue out and winking at him.\n\n\"A penis is not a gun, Sera. My cock's been in your mouth enough times that you should know the difference by now.''\n\n\"Well, it's certainly a threat to be walking around with that thing staring everyone down. Going for a new type of intimidation tactic? I guess they're just letting anyone around here make a mockery of the dress code, I'm surprised Dale let you in.''\n\n\"I was let in for the same reason you can wear that slutty getup to the office, pretty sure the same outfit I saw on a prostitute last week is against dress code. And no, my P-suit can't project far enough to hide it. You up for helping it calm down till I can knock someone up?''\n\nThe slutty dragon behind the desk looked legitimately crestfallen. \"Honestly, I truly would. But I have a meeting literally in a few minutes, and we do actually need to hurry along. So, first order of business is payment for your last job. Credits were already sent, so now I tell you that you're close to ranking up. Now, Y-\"\n\nAlekai interrupted, perking his ears up just as his cock flexed. \"Oh! Did you get-\"\n\nSera was ready for it. \"Yes, we found the truck full of condoms. I [i]was[/i] going to say that you have already been promoted due to the extra bounties taken out alongside your last target. A... [i]lot[/i] of extra bounties. I still don't know how you filled an entire truck with spermified remains. Surely your dick hurts after passing so many bones through it?''\n\nHe shrugged in a smug way. \"Helps when there's basically a trash bag's worth of cum produced per person to take up more space and smooth things along. But actually, I was gonna ask if you got the-\"\n\n\"-Yeah, we got the pot of shit you mailed us too. Forensics pulled out the bones and got the DNA of one of Lacuna Station's most wanted. Should I even ask how you got him?''\n\n\"Turns out he has- [i]had[/i]- great taste in dancers. Sorry I couldn't find a better container for the remains, my balls were already busy and I just happened across him. One thing led to another, and there was only one place for him to go.'' He mockingly held up his hands, \"I swear officer, I have no idea how he got up there.''\n\nHer own bright laugh joined his bassy one, both forgetting they had places to be. \"You know, you can use a gun right? Like, I respect your whole modus operandi of using your body as a weapon, but if it's gonna impact the job...?''\n\nA groan from the massive sergal, exasperation evident on his face, ears, tail, and even his lazily bouncing two feet of dick wilted a bit. \"But then I have to dig around their stuff for proper ID, then get sufficient proof of death, and do you know how heavy a body is? All that's just a bit more hassle than shoving them in my cock and filling a condom later.''\n\nSera's chuckle continued. \"Well, so long as you stick to your guns, just remember to keep the proper bio-hazard bags for, uh... anal remains, on your person. I guess you never know when that fine ass of yours needs a snack. Or has to let one out.''\n\n\"Ugh, don't even tell me about it. Oh hey, I forgot to mention. Don't worry about the whole contract thing, I'll grab one online. But I need to file Stephanie Morgan as deceased before you go.''\n\nThe dragon sat back in her chair with a different attitude. \"Steph? Oh god, I'm so sorry. Is that why you're back so soon? What happened to her?''\n\nAlekai tossed a hand dismissively, scoffing before rubbing the little pudge of his belly. \"Don't worry about it, we just had a bit of a bad breakup.''\n\nSera caught the hint, stern face fading back into a lighthearted one. \"Aww, poor thing. Hope she didn't scream too much? Well, I know that only happens to people you think deserve it. I'll take care of it, just make sure you drop her off in one of the street bins. Last thing I need is you to blow out another sewage line.''\n\n\"Come on, it was one time! And I didn't realize how big rhino skulls were.'' More laughter came, the two definitely casual around the other. With some parting smalltalk and assurances, both took their leave, each going a different way down the hall. Back outside, Alekai supposed there was nothing else to do besides head to his ship and check in with the bounty system remotely. He knew returning to his apartment would only lead him to sit around all day, something he was not keen on doing. So, another couple tram rides, a section of zero-g, and he was in the south hangar. The various passenger receptionists didn't even bat an eye at the exposed monster swaying at his crotch, instead he felt the subtle eyes of security on his ashy pelt. \n\nWell, when one stands three feet above the crowd, you tend to get noticed. He didn't blame them for being cautious around a bounty hunter such as himself, especially if they knew him and how truly threatening the dong swaying about was. Nasty work, typically done by nasty people, to remove even nastier ones. Still, he made it through security and out to his ship, the lifeline of his existence. It was actually one of the spoils of his first job, that he upgraded and improved over the years. It wasn't cutting edge then, certainly wasn't now. But it was specialized. Fast, nimble, and always detected too late, the perfect infiltrator. \n\nMany a rogue mini-station had been dumbfounded as to how a hunter could have gotten on board, many more traffickers shocked that someone could catch up to them and board. The Fleet was a wide space, an entire settlement of flotillas and space stations drifting from one system to another. The closest thing to a city in space, steady transport between major structures, ships buzzing about doing all manners of jobs. And due to its nature, the Fleet was no better than a shiner wild west. \n\nSure, there was a central governance, but it only did the bare minimum in order to draw in the population and commerce that lack of regulations brought. Most stations had their own laws and security, and thus their own jurisdiction. Thus, limits, unable to reach beyond their boundaries in any official capacity. Hunters though... they were just people. No true affiliation. Many picked a home station and ran clandestine jobs to track down criminals that fled to stations beyond the law's reach, but allegiance was often spelled with a dollar sign. An entire profession of untied contractors to do the police's dirty work. Illegal? Yes. Needed for any semblance of justice? Absolutely. Everybody did it, the only way to come out on top was to do it better than your rival stations. \n\nAs the ramp to his cozy little craft of political plausible-deniability hissed down to grant access, there was someone waiting for him in the airlock. A very familiar someone, the second thing that made his job possible. Alekai made his way up to his ship, climbing the sloped incline to stand in the well-lit passageway, coming to a stare-down with the person looking up at him as he towered over them more and more as he neared. Barely a pause, Alekai smirked at his slave, K-174. A spunky little shark, little to the ten foot sergal despite K being close to a solid six feet herself.\n\nNear-black skin, gray underbelly that ran over cute perky tits that most would consider small. Intense eyes glared up at him, almost equal in magnitude to how the heavy metal collar around her neck glinted under the bright lights. Short side-swept hair fell over one side of her skull, long ears pointed back as she crossed her arms over her adorable itty bitty titties. Alekai noted she was wearing her favorite outfit, the one casual outfit he permitted: naked beside wrist and ankle cuffs. \n\nHer pussy was on display between her legs, or where it should have been anyways. There was nothing but a tiny hole, her pisshole resting atop the slight crevice of a sealed vagina. The removal of her clit contributed greatly towards the featureless aspect of her null crotch, a single tattoo of the female symbol with a line through the circle resting on her pubic area. K-174 was purchased nulled already, though Alekai would have undone it if she weren't so insistent on remaining a two-hole slave. He didn't mind, reconstructing her cunt would be expensive.\n\nAlekai didn't so much as exhale as the shark slammed into his unbudging body, wrapping her arms around his broad waist for a tight hug as K squealed. \"Eeeee! Master! You're back so early!'' Doting eyes looked up to him, \"Are we going back to work already? I thought you were on vacation!''\n\n\"So far I still am, we don't have a contract but I'm gonna pick one up soon.''\n\nK stepped back to cutely lean forward with her hands clasped behind her, \"What's the occasion then? Normal life too boring? Need to fuck? Or did you just get hungry~?'' A moment of awe widened her eyes as she saw the ever receding remnant paunch to his belly as its contents were processed. A glance up to his calm face, and she lurched back into a hug. This time the shark made extra care to place her head on his gut, closing her eyes to feel the power and sounds emanating from it.\n\n\"Aww, masterrrrr! You always eat without me!'' An overplayed pout came across her snout, wistfully sighing as she rubbed the churning middle. \"I could have helped you put them in, or given you a belly massage while digesting, or rimmed you and sniffed all the-\"\n\nBig hands suddenly clapped to her shoulders, eyes flinging open to playfully look up at her owner. \"K.'' Alekai simply boomed. \"Chill with the vore obsession , `aight? Shit's weird.''\n\n\"Funny that someone who churns people up for a living thinks it's weird. And I looooove watching your gut break people down~! Feeling their wiggling body under your fur, hearing the screams, watching your belly shrink as I lick your paws~'' K's legs shook as a pleasured sigh rocked her heated body, still pressing her long ear to his pudge. \"Even your balls are strong enough to melt anyone. Being able to assist your body as it works in any way is divine to me, just as you are master. God, if only it were me in there...''\n\nOf all the slaves, he just had to get the vorny prey one of course. K was phenomenal in most departments, he was willing to put up with her specific desires in exchange. The sexual attraction to him only gave her more loyalty too, the sergal rarely actually having to treat her like a slave since she was so willing. It was actually really nice to have someone legitimately dedicated to him. \"For the last time, you're never gonna find yourself in there.'' Alekai said with a hearty eye roll.\n\nStill, it was tough on his mind to see the single greatest example of puppy dog eyes from the shark, unwilling to move away from his body. \"B-but...''\n\n\"No.''\n\n\"How about just for a little bit? Push me out before I start being digested? Your guts are so warm and snug, the best sleeping bag a girl could ask for~\"\n\n\"If it'll make you quiet down enough to let me into my own ship, sure. But not now.''\n\nThe shark girl squealed with new delight, pushing off him and running around the airlock and bouncing with glee. The motions only presented her nude body more, showcasing how the light-black shark was quite bottom heavy, making up for her small tits with an expertly shaped ass. It wasn't large or bulbous, but the overall form it imparted to tender thighs and tight legs was out of this world. He had contemplated sending her to a doc to get some bigger tits to replace the natural small shark ones, but he kind of appreciated the hydrodynamic look. K was cute. He noticed her jiggly cheeks slightly parted, a sizable transparent buttplug holding her asshole open to give a clear look in her stretched depths. Well, good thing she was keeping ready for him, because that sight alone reminded him that he was still achingly hard and [i]needed[/i] to drain his balls [i]soon[/i].\n\nHe spanked her bare plugged ass, right on the big brand of his initials on the shark's dark skin. It elicited more of an aroused moan than a yell, a lustful look shot back at the towering dusty sergal as she pushed her marked ass out towards him more. \"Harder, daddy~'' Came her playful reply. The ramp lifted up behind them, the two vanishing into the sleek ship. Before the entryway fully closed, a few mechanics in the hangar heard another WHAP of him obliging her, followed by a truly whorish cry of glee.\n\n-\n\n\"What sounds better? Taking out a gang leader, or shutting down a smuggling operation?'' Alekai asked, sprawled out over a bed that actually did fit him. Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered paying for his apartment when his ship was his real home. After all, home is where your slave is, K a welcome thing as he rest against the back board. Her body draped atop his like a blanket, even her decent size was not enough to stop herself appearing as nothing more than a pillow compared to him. A very sexy pillow, her fit ass perched atop his groin, her own middle tented out with the shape of his oversized cock and it's creamy stuffing.\n\nThe shark's ass was the perfect cocksleeve, tight, high capacity, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Whatever the shark equivalent of a purr was rumbled from her as she clung to his broad toned chest, nuzzling his gray fur as her guts were re-arranged by the pole of meat resting inside her. One of his large hands kneaded her branded butt in a tight grip, the other holding his phone and browsing local PD contracts. K shuddered as a fresh spurt of cum added to her pregnant looking belly, squeezing her master's amazingly large body tighter for a second as the round point of his cock showing through her skin pulsed to poke almost at her ribs. She had hoped there would be some bones deposited in her own innards from a poor soul meeting an untimely end in her sergal's sack, but the pure liquid rush of cum wasn't too disappointing.\n\nShe found words after a moment, mind always unfocused and hazed by carnal feelings and desires. Her sealed pussy ached, the vestiges of her clit tingled as her thoroughly filled ass gave a pleasure that teased her very brain itself. Her pretty face drooled on his abs, eyes distant in unending delight as her guts were impaled. \"S-smuggling. If you're gonna cancel your vacation, take the easy job as a break.'' Wiggling atop him, the shark did her best to stimulate every inch of her master's impressive shaft hilted in her, stretching her depths in ways no toy could.\n\nK would have cum long ago if it were not for the lacking of her more sensitive parts, but that was all for better. It was far easier to focus on pleasing her sergal, and now her bliss could reach heights previously unknown, always living on the edge. The girl no longer knew what it was like to [i]not[/i] be horny ironically. Every flex of his length that carried through her entire body, every dribble of warm seed bloating her, every brush of her nipples on his soft fur as she lay atop him. She relished his hand grabbing her butt, feeling a finger pad trace the mark of his ownership seared to her skin. The collar she wore was heavy, but K loved how it weighed her head down, making it harder to rise off his powerful chest. \n\n\"P-Please master... another round?'' Her begging was punctuated by her feet working under his still-heavy balls, soles gently cupping the orbs that almost spilled over the comparatively small appendages. \"Fuck me, ruin my ass in the way that only you can, stuff my belly even more full of your hot cum!'' She made an effort to rise out of her lustful inebriation to rise to her hands, pushing off Alekai's chest. Her eyes met his, and he could see the determination in her irises. \"Choke me daddy~'' Came her vocal finale, rocking her hips to deeply ride the gut-straining dick almost as wide as [i]his[/i] leg.\n\nAlekai smiled of course, the hand on her ass taking a vice grip after delivering a hearty smack. \"You sure you weren't a porn star before you were a slave?''\n\nSpeaking more in moans than words, her purpose in life was clear as she expertly bounced on a shaft that would break other sluts. \"You know my parents sold me after highschool, and `cuz of that, I got a looooot of practice growing up.''\n\n\"Then let's put it to use, you kinky bitch.'' Spoke the ashen sergal as she giggle-shouted in delight, Alekai's powerful hands grabbing her body and handling it with his own aroused rush. She was twisted around, rotating about the member still stretching her intestines straight. After a bout of giddy motion, she had the air forced out of her lungs as the massive sergal wrapped her in a harsh full-nelson. \"Hope you weren't planning on walking anytime soon K.\" She had no response as her knees were bent to her shoulders, body compressing for maximum fuckabilty against his broad. His arms snaked under her folded legs, before the sergal's large hands sealed around her skull to impart just how big he was, just how much power he had. K had no time to smile at such lovely prospects, she was too busy wanting the best dick in the Fleet.\n\nThen there was nothing but a chorus of heavy slapping, synchronized with debased cries of pleasure from the contorted shark. Nulled pussy was on clear display as K's ass was speared and tugged by Alekai's relentless thrusts, the heavy-gripped position giving him direct access and locking her in optimal range for deep foot-long rams that only pulled half his dick out of her seemingly endless insides. Her already cum-stuffed belly wobbled as the tip of his cock tented her lighter-black underbelly every time he bottomed out, the shark's face twisted in inconsolable bliss.\n\nHad Alekai the mental capacity to form thoughts beyond `fuck shark hard', he would have reminded himself to take K to the palisade here and get her a 'Size Queen' tattoo. And maybe an `Anal Princess' one. Instead, he only grunted in his own gruff enjoyment of her snug insides, well trained to his shape and size to please him specifically. His large balls slapped her sealed cunt, the only moisture coming from cum backwashing from her abused rim. But make no mistake, should she have not given up her pussy, it would be gushing from this divine pounding.\n\nEven without a clit, K's mind was flooded with every chemical a brain had to indicate `oh fuck yeah'. Climaxes still rocked her body, shivers and clenches that only multiplied every sensation that brought her to the pseudo-orgasm. In a way, the lack of her little button made the pleasure she did feel more pure, direct and refined, an undiluted sensation that her master so kindly gifted her. Having a clitoris was cheating in her mind. Well, currently her mind was unable to rise above the slack-jawed pleasure the intense fucking brought, so much that it all blurred to a timeless ecstasy. That was a good way to describe her life.\n\n-\n\nThe lusty shark didn't even know she passed out, but Alekai sure did. The shark finally pulled herself from the throes of yet another mind-blowing night with her master, only to feel his masculine form still wrapped around her petite one. No longer a hip-straining full nelson, but tender and tight spooning. With his cock still buried up under her tail of course. Well, she knew she'd sleep well tonight, shivering as his half-hard member gave a little throb in response to some teasing squeezes.\n\nThe sergal's grip on her was possessive, as it should be, but the way he clung to her was slightly more intense than usual. His hands roamed her cum packed middle, her gracious dinner, all as his legs draped over the shark's comparatively tiny body. His wedged snout extended over her head, even his skull dwarfing her vision as he gently slept. She didn't precisely know the details, but she knew he needed this. Having served him for long, K could tell that his time with her tonight was a much needed respite. As for exactly what weighed his mind, she couldn't say. Maybe whoever's remains were packed into thick heavy shit up his ass was someone he wasn't prepared to lose. Or he could just be bummed to go back to work so soon.\n\nEither way, K wiggled her branded ass back against him as much as she could, cuddling his remaining half-mast foot of cock with her skilled insides. A smile played on her own visage as she let the feeling of his fur all around her warm her skin, while his seed continued to burn in her aching belly. Another night proven that she was the best cumdump and anal slut her master could ask for, pride almost replacing the continued sparks of pleasure the position brought. She always slept the best when Alekai used her as a cockwarmer for the night, perfect for a restful downtime before the job tomorrow.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Stop! Let me go, please!'' Echoed the desperate shout, a once feminine voice of allure now loud and scared. The plea came from an attractive vixen, makeup washed with tears pouring from wide eyes. Her frantic struggles did nothing to gain her freedom, the woman nothing more than a squirming torso coming from parted manly asscheeks. The gray and brown tones of the sergal's ass she was slowly vanishing into clashed with her bubblegum spice, a once meticulous and eye-catching appearance slipping through a tight ring of strong muscle.

She didn't stand a chance, no way to stop herself from being devoured by the sergal's ass. Already at an advantage from his massive ten feet of height, the well-built man had no trouble shoving the girl into his tailhole, middle slowly rounding and wiggling as her terrified face grew closer and closer to the flesh of his buttocks. A clear contrast to her unending struggling and resistance, the sergal was calm and relaxed as he lay face down on the cushy bed, arms wrapped under a pillow to rest his angular chin on.

The vixen's voice was growing louder, fate creeping into her mind. "W-Wait, we can talk about t-this! PLEASE!''

A simple response from the sergal, a grunt and his sphincter pulling her an inch deeper into the snug embrace of his gut.

"Hng, please! S-Stop!''

The massive man gave a tired sigh. "Shut the fuck up already Stephanie. This is what you deserve.''

"I can make it up to you! I'm s-sorry! I'll never fuck another guy!'' Came the panicked begging from his bottom, the shapely woman doing her best to twist what little of her torso was still free to look at the ashen sergal's relaxed face.

One eye cracked open to peer at the distraught, pretty face of his girlfriend. "You still think that's the issue? Just shows how much you actually tried to get to know me. I don't fucking care who you sleep with. But you can't just blow off our dates and stand me up without a word. You could have at least let me know you weren't gonna make it. You know, the fifth time?'' Closing his eye with a clear finality, he clenched the dolled up girl farther down his ass, not even having trouble popping her fake tits through his backdoor. "Obviously you cared about getting in my pants, but the person who wore them was completely secondary to what was in them.''

Her cries became pathetic as the man's anus was suddenly gripping her neck, her whole body squirming in the suffocating confines of his digestive tract. He could feel her fighting, all through his bowels. All the sergal did was reach down to rub a hand over his full-looking belly bumping out with useless hands trying to move. "G-Give me another chance! Don't- hng- Please! W-We can talk! DON'T DO THI-mfghgmmmm!''

Like that, she was gone. Nothing but a pulsing pucker, and a writhing belly stretched out under him. The large gray sergal gave a content sigh as the room went silent beyond rising gurgles from his rounded middle. "I would have loved to talk, Stephanie, but you only seem to only get honest when it suits you. Now, I think you'll suit my figure better.'' He treated his former partner to a steady stream of clenches all around her sexy body, dragging her deeper into her tomb.

Stephanie's world was dark, tight and slick. His walls pulsed around her, ever guiding her to her fate. The heat was sweltering, a terrible dampness to her bare fur as any attempt to move only made her slip deeper. Breathing was hard, taxing, with every breath laced with the suffocating reminder of where she was. The vixen snapped out of the freezing shock of despair, beginning to speak in a quiet dreadful tone. "N-No... Oh fuck.. I'm gonna die. Please... someone... anyone... help...''

Horrid noises were all around her, a despicable heartbeat giving her descent a tempo as it pulsed across her entire body. She cried more, resuming a fruitless struggle. She was already trapped, hands locked at her sides. Final desperate shouts were given as the soft flesh around her grew tight, overwhelming her. "SOMEBODY! PLEASE, HELP ME! HELLLLLLP!'' The sergal beginning to digest his meal could barely discern the words rumbling his gut, barely felt her gasping. Regardless, nothing got through the soundproof apartments. Privacy was any responsible buyers top priority.

As she curled up through his innards, the ashen sergal rolled to his side, bed creaking as his already large mass was multiplied. His natural size difference let him handle adults fairly well, while his belly certainly bulged with its new passenger, it wasn't obvious just what made it so big. He could still get up and walk around, no problems with balance. People probably wouldn't even bat an eye, you can still be ripped and have a pretty sizable beer gut. Well, the shape of a face and hands pressing out against his skin might not pass under the radar. But that's exactly why he was going to stay in bed and take a nap while she digested, letting his body handle the task of breaking her down while his mind dreamed happily.

The slightest frown played over the wedge-like snout. He did like her, and had wanted this to work out. So much for trying to settle down. He certainly wasn't a smitten lover, temporary flings usually his thing. Guess he was stuck in that life. Perhaps he was doing something wrong, this wasn't the first partner to be dissolved in his body. Regardless, it was clear that she was using him for sex and money. And not even in the good bimbo-y way, taking far more than she gave. A mental shrug preceded the man drifting off to sleep as his guts squirmed and sobbed, though the noise would slowly dwindle to nothing but loud gurgles.

Oh well. At least Stephanie would finally contribute to something at the end of her life.

 -

Alekai woke with the joyous energy of being well rested, thanks to being well fed. Rolling to his back, the big ashen sergal looked upon himself. His belly had shrunk considerably, though still bore a pudge. Stephanie was obviously long dead, but his gut was still breaking the last bits of her down. He probably should have taken a picture of her before he did this, Alekai honestly wasn't sure he'd remember her in a month. She might have been a total bitch, but he usually saves some kind of memento for every life he ends. On the ceiling were a large number of small printed photos, the dusty gray/brown sergal staring at scribbled names on them as he met the frozen eyes of past flings and enemies. Lots of people met their fateful end inside him, some willingly, most not.

Returning his gaze to himself, one of the leftovers of his ex's lovely struggling within him was the massive erection the sergal now sported, a prodigal tool just as oversized as his entire body was. He never actually bothered to measure, but it was safe to assume close to two feet of cock stood tall over a plump virile ballsack of equal magnitude. He watched the vaguely canine shaft flex, a dark black member with a beating knot resting atop the lips of his sheath. Alekai debating on relieving it. He usually jerked off when eating, but he was too pissed at her to actually let her help him cum. Air billowed out his angular snout, the entire situation fully forming, his own sad groan followed.

Oh, he wasn't upset about Stephanie. Just now that his girlfriend was being processed for nutrients... Well, relationships typically end when one of them dies. And now that he was single, he didn't really have any reason to use the rest of his days off work. Yet as the problem reared itself, solutions arose. A plan formed, and the big sergal swung his large legs off the bed that barely fit him. Heartily growling, the man stretched as he rose to his full impressive height, fingers brushing the metal ceiling.

No more words or expressions were made as Alekai walked to his bathroom, ducking under the door before taking a shower. He had thought it would help soften the steel erection swinging like a loaded gun at his hip, but a nice soap lather only made the excessively large shaft more resolute in it's determination to wait for a fertile hole. Well, his instincts were gonna have to wait. He did treat himself to a good belly rub under the steamy water, enjoying feeling the small weight of his ex's remains.

Stepping out and drying off, the sergal groomed his gray and brown fur to a decent level of presentation. Grabbing a smartphone like device, he made a quick post to the local breeding listings to stifle this rut before he forced himself on some poor lass walking home and leaving her to stumble away with a bloated womb and a broken pelvis. The app then unfortunately indicated that it would take some time to vet a partner compatible for impregnating, so there wouldn't be results soon enough. Alekai was already taking matters into his own hands, reaching into a sleek steel dresser built into the apartment's bedroom, naturally sweeping out from the bulkhead.

He pulled out his `clothes', two small rectangular devices with straps on them. Well, small to him, they were as big as some species' heads. To the sergal, it barely blocked his thigh as he strapped the bigger one around his leg. In an instant, a shimmering wave of opaque hexagons spread over his pelt, hiding the immaculate body of the man behind a layer of dark snug material. The exception being the imposing mast of cock still throbbing in the air, a small notification sounding of the projectors not able to cover the unknown extremity. He had activated a simple projection suit, it was the standard modular clothing system. The base one did just that, cover your body with a few stylization options. The once all black material over him changed to look more like a tech-suit that would be at home in an old sci-fi.

P-suits weren't the most popular for casual wear, but Alekai already had a hard enough time finding a bed to fit him on this station, clothes would be harder. Besides, the modular aspect was pretty big. Need a cheap atmosphere suit? Get a pressurization module. Working at a hospital? Get an antimicrobial module. Cold blooded, and the station's standard temp too cool? Thermal module. Living as a bounty hunter in one of the most lawless areas of space? Get a less than legal ballistic shielding module combined with a very expensive stealth field generator that doesn't officially exist.

Alekai attached the other strap-bearing rectangle to his other leg, clicking tight and appearing akin to a holster for a sidearm. This module was certainly none of those highly effective yet totally illegal combat additions, and certainly didn't provide both protection and sneakiness. With nothing further to see here, his `clothes' rippled over his toned frame for a second as they flashed iridescent from the hardlight weave being added, and Alekai certainly didn't go to a mirror and watch himself vanish for a few seconds.

With everything about his completely normal and legal clothes working, besides that his jaw-dropping dick and balls were free for all to see, he left his apartment without much fanfare. Partial nudity, partial schmudity. Stepping into the sterile steel walls, he made his way to the central ring of the sector's primary station. Taking the tram out of the residential ring, he watched the undecorated and bland construction turn vibrant with neon and color. Ads and businesses, almost everything on the central ring demanded your eyes' attention. How else could they find a way to scam people who didn't know better? This may be the most regulated station in the Fleet, but money was money. As the door opened and people who would have bustled aboard froze from being eye level with his steeled cockhead, he used it to help part the seas.

The oversized sergal made his way through the grandiose space, and right past every bustling business and crowd. More than one whore approached him, offering impressive discounts for his impressive tool, but Alekai won't pay for something people beg him to do. One boy was very hard to turn down though. Yet business came first to the sergal, striding past any distractions as his swaying member distracted those who looked at the large man coming down the palisade.

Once more he had to duck under a doorway, stepping inside the local law enforcement branch. A sparse place, the few here were either the steely eyed hands of the law, the rugged contractors that did what the law wouldn't, or those who are in the process of being booked. Needless to say, smiles were rare. Eyes centered on him of course, then at his crotch. The man behind the front desk did actually smile, getting a kick from how quickly the room's focus went to the newcomer. What's the saying? "Size matters?'' The uniformed buck waved the towering sergal over, only a few long steps needed to close the distance.

"Hey Alekai, back for more work already? Though you just said you were taking some time off with your girl?''

The dusty brown sergal shrugged. "Eh, I just had a nasty breakup. Figured some work will help me focus afterwards.''

"Huh.'' Was all the many-pronged deer had to say. "Well Sera is free if you wanna pick up some contracts with her.'' A quick smirk and a suppressed chuckle came as he waved farewell. "Nick cock by the way. I get why you use it so much.''

Alekai shot a smirk behind him as he went down the path, taking up most of the space in the hallway. "Thanks dude.'' He swung around to step through a door that swished open, arriving in a decently large office. It had one desk, with one woman behind it. The contractor liaison peered up from her endless paperwork to meet the confident look from the sergal. Then it promptly dropped to the couple feet of cock pointed right at her, cumslit staring her in the eye and pulsing to wink at her.

Sera was a dragon, a pretty one at that. Granted, everyone looks pretty with the availability of `enhancements'. A sea blue hide, some stripes on supple scales, certainly a looker in her own uniform. She didn't actually have one, instead opting to wear a revealing, skimpy police outfit from a sex-shop because "It's basically the same thing.'' As the sergal took a step forward and the door closed behind him, the woman scooted her chair back and threw up her arms. "Holy shit Alekai! Don't fucking come near me with that thing, I know what you plan to do with it!''

He crossed his arms, looking down at his beating shaft almost touching her desk from where he stood. A brow was raised as he returned to looking at her, the dragon now giggling to herself. "Fuck off Sera. You're not gonna be taking a trip to my balls.''

She propped her sharp visage on an arm to shoot a playful sneer at him. "Oh? Your sack isn't thrice the size and wiggling, but your `main weapon' is drawn, good sir. You know you don't pull out your gun unless you intend to use it.'' She capped it off with sticking her tongue out and winking at him.

"A penis is not a gun, Sera. My cock's been in your mouth enough times that you should know the difference by now.''

"Well, it's certainly a threat to be walking around with that thing staring everyone down. Going for a new type of intimidation tactic? I guess they're just letting anyone around here make a mockery of the dress code, I'm surprised Dale let you in.''

"I was let in for the same reason you can wear that slutty getup to the office, pretty sure the same outfit I saw on a prostitute last week is against dress code. And no, my P-suit can't project far enough to hide it. You up for helping it calm down till I can knock someone up?''

The slutty dragon behind the desk looked legitimately crestfallen. "Honestly, I truly would. But I have a meeting literally in a few minutes, and we do actually need to hurry along. So, first order of business is payment for your last job. Credits were already sent, so now I tell you that you're close to ranking up. Now, Y-"

Alekai interrupted, perking his ears up just as his cock flexed. "Oh! Did you get-"

Sera was ready for it. "Yes, we found the truck full of condoms. I was going to say that you have already been promoted due to the extra bounties taken out alongside your last target. A... lot of extra bounties. I still don't know how you filled an entire truck with spermified remains. Surely your dick hurts after passing so many bones through it?''

He shrugged in a smug way. "Helps when there's basically a trash bag's worth of cum produced per person to take up more space and smooth things along. But actually, I was gonna ask if you got the-"

"-Yeah, we got the pot of shit you mailed us too. Forensics pulled out the bones and got the DNA of one of Lacuna Station's most wanted. Should I even ask how you got him?''

"Turns out he has- had- great taste in dancers. Sorry I couldn't find a better container for the remains, my balls were already busy and I just happened across him. One thing led to another, and there was only one place for him to go.'' He mockingly held up his hands, "I swear officer, I have no idea how he got up there.''

Her own bright laugh joined his bassy one, both forgetting they had places to be. "You know, you can use a gun right? Like, I respect your whole modus operandi of using your body as a weapon, but if it's gonna impact the job...?''

A groan from the massive sergal, exasperation evident on his face, ears, tail, and even his lazily bouncing two feet of dick wilted a bit. "But then I have to dig around their stuff for proper ID, then get sufficient proof of death, and do you know how heavy a body is? All that's just a bit more hassle than shoving them in my cock and filling a condom later.''

Sera's chuckle continued. "Well, so long as you stick to your guns, just remember to keep the proper bio-hazard bags for, uh... anal remains, on your person. I guess you never know when that fine ass of yours needs a snack. Or has to let one out.''

"Ugh, don't even tell me about it. Oh hey, I forgot to mention. Don't worry about the whole contract thing, I'll grab one online. But I need to file Stephanie Morgan as deceased before you go.''

The dragon sat back in her chair with a different attitude. "Steph? Oh god, I'm so sorry. Is that why you're back so soon? What happened to her?''

Alekai tossed a hand dismissively, scoffing before rubbing the little pudge of his belly. "Don't worry about it, we just had a bit of a bad breakup.''

Sera caught the hint, stern face fading back into a lighthearted one. "Aww, poor thing. Hope she didn't scream too much? Well, I know that only happens to people you think deserve it. I'll take care of it, just make sure you drop her off in one of the street bins. Last thing I need is you to blow out another sewage line.''

"Come on, it was one time! And I didn't realize how big rhino skulls were.'' More laughter came, the two definitely casual around the other. With some parting smalltalk and assurances, both took their leave, each going a different way down the hall. Back outside, Alekai supposed there was nothing else to do besides head to his ship and check in with the bounty system remotely. He knew returning to his apartment would only lead him to sit around all day, something he was not keen on doing. So, another couple tram rides, a section of zero-g, and he was in the south hangar. The various passenger receptionists didn't even bat an eye at the exposed monster swaying at his crotch, instead he felt the subtle eyes of security on his ashy pelt.

Well, when one stands three feet above the crowd, you tend to get noticed. He didn't blame them for being cautious around a bounty hunter such as himself, especially if they knew him and how truly threatening the dong swaying about was. Nasty work, typically done by nasty people, to remove even nastier ones. Still, he made it through security and out to his ship, the lifeline of his existence. It was actually one of the spoils of his first job, that he upgraded and improved over the years. It wasn't cutting edge then, certainly wasn't now. But it was specialized. Fast, nimble, and always detected too late, the perfect infiltrator.

Many a rogue mini-station had been dumbfounded as to how a hunter could have gotten on board, many more traffickers shocked that someone could catch up to them and board. The Fleet was a wide space, an entire settlement of flotillas and space stations drifting from one system to another. The closest thing to a city in space, steady transport between major structures, ships buzzing about doing all manners of jobs. And due to its nature, the Fleet was no better than a shiner wild west.

Sure, there was a central governance, but it only did the bare minimum in order to draw in the population and commerce that lack of regulations brought. Most stations had their own laws and security, and thus their own jurisdiction. Thus, limits, unable to reach beyond their boundaries in any official capacity. Hunters though... they were just people. No true affiliation. Many picked a home station and ran clandestine jobs to track down criminals that fled to stations beyond the law's reach, but allegiance was often spelled with a dollar sign. An entire profession of untied contractors to do the police's dirty work. Illegal? Yes. Needed for any semblance of justice? Absolutely. Everybody did it, the only way to come out on top was to do it better than your rival stations.

As the ramp to his cozy little craft of political plausible-deniability hissed down to grant access, there was someone waiting for him in the airlock. A very familiar someone, the second thing that made his job possible. Alekai made his way up to his ship, climbing the sloped incline to stand in the well-lit passageway, coming to a stare-down with the person looking up at him as he towered over them more and more as he neared. Barely a pause, Alekai smirked at his slave, K-174. A spunky little shark, little to the ten foot sergal despite K being close to a solid six feet herself.

Near-black skin, gray underbelly that ran over cute perky tits that most would consider small. Intense eyes glared up at him, almost equal in magnitude to how the heavy metal collar around her neck glinted under the bright lights. Short side-swept hair fell over one side of her skull, long ears pointed back as she crossed her arms over her adorable itty bitty titties. Alekai noted she was wearing her favorite outfit, the one casual outfit he permitted: naked beside wrist and ankle cuffs.

Her pussy was on display between her legs, or where it should have been anyways. There was nothing but a tiny hole, her pisshole resting atop the slight crevice of a sealed vagina. The removal of her clit contributed greatly towards the featureless aspect of her null crotch, a single tattoo of the female symbol with a line through the circle resting on her pubic area. K-174 was purchased nulled already, though Alekai would have undone it if she weren't so insistent on remaining a two-hole slave. He didn't mind, reconstructing her cunt would be expensive.

Alekai didn't so much as exhale as the shark slammed into his unbudging body, wrapping her arms around his broad waist for a tight hug as K squealed. "Eeeee! Master! You're back so early!'' Doting eyes looked up to him, "Are we going back to work already? I thought you were on vacation!''

"So far I still am, we don't have a contract but I'm gonna pick one up soon.''

K stepped back to cutely lean forward with her hands clasped behind her, "What's the occasion then? Normal life too boring? Need to fuck? Or did you just get hungry~?'' A moment of awe widened her eyes as she saw the ever receding remnant paunch to his belly as its contents were processed. A glance up to his calm face, and she lurched back into a hug. This time the shark made extra care to place her head on his gut, closing her eyes to feel the power and sounds emanating from it.

"Aww, masterrrrr! You always eat without me!'' An overplayed pout came across her snout, wistfully sighing as she rubbed the churning middle. "I could have helped you put them in, or given you a belly massage while digesting, or rimmed you and sniffed all the-"

Big hands suddenly clapped to her shoulders, eyes flinging open to playfully look up at her owner. "K.'' Alekai simply boomed. "Chill with the vore obsession , `aight? Shit's weird.''

"Funny that someone who churns people up for a living thinks it's weird. And I looooove watching your gut break people down~! Feeling their wiggling body under your fur, hearing the screams, watching your belly shrink as I lick your paws~'' K's legs shook as a pleasured sigh rocked her heated body, still pressing her long ear to his pudge. "Even your balls are strong enough to melt anyone. Being able to assist your body as it works in any way is divine to me, just as you are master. God, if only it were me in there...''

Of all the slaves, he just had to get the vorny prey one of course. K was phenomenal in most departments, he was willing to put up with her specific desires in exchange. The sexual attraction to him only gave her more loyalty too, the sergal rarely actually having to treat her like a slave since she was so willing. It was actually really nice to have someone legitimately dedicated to him. "For the last time, you're never gonna find yourself in there.'' Alekai said with a hearty eye roll.

Still, it was tough on his mind to see the single greatest example of puppy dog eyes from the shark, unwilling to move away from his body. "B-but...''

"No.''

"How about just for a little bit? Push me out before I start being digested? Your guts are so warm and snug, the best sleeping bag a girl could ask for~"

"If it'll make you quiet down enough to let me into my own ship, sure. But not now.''

The shark girl squealed with new delight, pushing off him and running around the airlock and bouncing with glee. The motions only presented her nude body more, showcasing how the light-black shark was quite bottom heavy, making up for her small tits with an expertly shaped ass. It wasn't large or bulbous, but the overall form it imparted to tender thighs and tight legs was out of this world. He had contemplated sending her to a doc to get some bigger tits to replace the natural small shark ones, but he kind of appreciated the hydrodynamic look. K was cute. He noticed her jiggly cheeks slightly parted, a sizable transparent buttplug holding her asshole open to give a clear look in her stretched depths. Well, good thing she was keeping ready for him, because that sight alone reminded him that he was still achingly hard and needed to drain his balls soon.

He spanked her bare plugged ass, right on the big brand of his initials on the shark's dark skin. It elicited more of an aroused moan than a yell, a lustful look shot back at the towering dusty sergal as she pushed her marked ass out towards him more. "Harder, daddy~'' Came her playful reply. The ramp lifted up behind them, the two vanishing into the sleek ship. Before the entryway fully closed, a few mechanics in the hangar heard another WHAP of him obliging her, followed by a truly whorish cry of glee.

-

"What sounds better? Taking out a gang leader, or shutting down a smuggling operation?'' Alekai asked, sprawled out over a bed that actually did fit him. Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered paying for his apartment when his ship was his real home. After all, home is where your slave is, K a welcome thing as he rest against the back board. Her body draped atop his like a blanket, even her decent size was not enough to stop herself appearing as nothing more than a pillow compared to him. A very sexy pillow, her fit ass perched atop his groin, her own middle tented out with the shape of his oversized cock and it's creamy stuffing.

The shark's ass was the perfect cocksleeve, tight, high capacity, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Whatever the shark equivalent of a purr was rumbled from her as she clung to his broad toned chest, nuzzling his gray fur as her guts were re-arranged by the pole of meat resting inside her. One of his large hands kneaded her branded butt in a tight grip, the other holding his phone and browsing local PD contracts. K shuddered as a fresh spurt of cum added to her pregnant looking belly, squeezing her master's amazingly large body tighter for a second as the round point of his cock showing through her skin pulsed to poke almost at her ribs. She had hoped there would be some bones deposited in her own innards from a poor soul meeting an untimely end in her sergal's sack, but the pure liquid rush of cum wasn't too disappointing.

She found words after a moment, mind always unfocused and hazed by carnal feelings and desires. Her sealed pussy ached, the vestiges of her clit tingled as her thoroughly filled ass gave a pleasure that teased her very brain itself. Her pretty face drooled on his abs, eyes distant in unending delight as her guts were impaled. "S-smuggling. If you're gonna cancel your vacation, take the easy job as a break.'' Wiggling atop him, the shark did her best to stimulate every inch of her master's impressive shaft hilted in her, stretching her depths in ways no toy could.

K would have cum long ago if it were not for the lacking of her more sensitive parts, but that was all for better. It was far easier to focus on pleasing her sergal, and now her bliss could reach heights previously unknown, always living on the edge. The girl no longer knew what it was like to not be horny ironically. Every flex of his length that carried through her entire body, every dribble of warm seed bloating her, every brush of her nipples on his soft fur as she lay atop him. She relished his hand grabbing her butt, feeling a finger pad trace the mark of his ownership seared to her skin. The collar she wore was heavy, but K loved how it weighed her head down, making it harder to rise off his powerful chest.

"P-Please master... another round?'' Her begging was punctuated by her feet working under his still-heavy balls, soles gently cupping the orbs that almost spilled over the comparatively small appendages. "Fuck me, ruin my ass in the way that only you can, stuff my belly even more full of your hot cum!'' She made an effort to rise out of her lustful inebriation to rise to her hands, pushing off Alekai's chest. Her eyes met his, and he could see the determination in her irises. "Choke me daddy~'' Came her vocal finale, rocking her hips to deeply ride the gut-straining dick almost as wide as his leg.

Alekai smiled of course, the hand on her ass taking a vice grip after delivering a hearty smack. "You sure you weren't a porn star before you were a slave?''

Speaking more in moans than words, her purpose in life was clear as she expertly bounced on a shaft that would break other sluts. "You know my parents sold me after highschool, and `cuz of that, I got a looooot of practice growing up.''

"Then let's put it to use, you kinky bitch.'' Spoke the ashen sergal as she giggle-shouted in delight, Alekai's powerful hands grabbing her body and handling it with his own aroused rush. She was twisted around, rotating about the member still stretching her intestines straight. After a bout of giddy motion, she had the air forced out of her lungs as the massive sergal wrapped her in a harsh full-nelson. "Hope you weren't planning on walking anytime soon K." She had no response as her knees were bent to her shoulders, body compressing for maximum fuckabilty against his broad. His arms snaked under her folded legs, before the sergal's large hands sealed around her skull to impart just how big he was, just how much power he had. K had no time to smile at such lovely prospects, she was too busy wanting the best dick in the Fleet.

Then there was nothing but a chorus of heavy slapping, synchronized with debased cries of pleasure from the contorted shark. Nulled pussy was on clear display as K's ass was speared and tugged by Alekai's relentless thrusts, the heavy-gripped position giving him direct access and locking her in optimal range for deep foot-long rams that only pulled half his dick out of her seemingly endless insides. Her already cum-stuffed belly wobbled as the tip of his cock tented her lighter-black underbelly every time he bottomed out, the shark's face twisted in inconsolable bliss.

Had Alekai the mental capacity to form thoughts beyond `fuck shark hard', he would have reminded himself to take K to the palisade here and get her a 'Size Queen' tattoo. And maybe an `Anal Princess' one. Instead, he only grunted in his own gruff enjoyment of her snug insides, well trained to his shape and size to please him specifically. His large balls slapped her sealed cunt, the only moisture coming from cum backwashing from her abused rim. But make no mistake, should she have not given up her pussy, it would be gushing from this divine pounding.

Even without a clit, K's mind was flooded with every chemical a brain had to indicate `oh fuck yeah'. Climaxes still rocked her body, shivers and clenches that only multiplied every sensation that brought her to the pseudo-orgasm. In a way, the lack of her little button made the pleasure she did feel more pure, direct and refined, an undiluted sensation that her master so kindly gifted her. Having a clitoris was cheating in her mind. Well, currently her mind was unable to rise above the slack-jawed pleasure the intense fucking brought, so much that it all blurred to a timeless ecstasy. That was a good way to describe her life.

-

The lusty shark didn't even know she passed out, but Alekai sure did. The shark finally pulled herself from the throes of yet another mind-blowing night with her master, only to feel his masculine form still wrapped around her petite one. No longer a hip-straining full nelson, but tender and tight spooning. With his cock still buried up under her tail of course. Well, she knew she'd sleep well tonight, shivering as his half-hard member gave a little throb in response to some teasing squeezes.

The sergal's grip on her was possessive, as it should be, but the way he clung to her was slightly more intense than usual. His hands roamed her cum packed middle, her gracious dinner, all as his legs draped over the shark's comparatively tiny body. His wedged snout extended over her head, even his skull dwarfing her vision as he gently slept. She didn't precisely know the details, but she knew he needed this. Having served him for long, K could tell that his time with her tonight was a much needed respite. As for exactly what weighed his mind, she couldn't say. Maybe whoever's remains were packed into thick heavy shit up his ass was someone he wasn't prepared to lose. Or he could just be bummed to go back to work so soon.

Either way, K wiggled her branded ass back against him as much as she could, cuddling his remaining half-mast foot of cock with her skilled insides. A smile played on her own visage as she let the feeling of his fur all around her warm her skin, while his seed continued to burn in her aching belly. Another night proven that she was the best cumdump and anal slut her master could ask for, pride almost replacing the continued sparks of pleasure the position brought. She always slept the best when Alekai used her as a cockwarmer for the night, perfect for a restful downtime before the job tomorrow.

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