“Stop struggling so much, you’re making me horny.” Grunted the immense sergal, hot breath puffing out as the prime example of masculinity let himself rest deeper against the couch he lounged on. Muscular frame on display, soft ashen pelt with mahogany accents revealed in full, the only thing the towering sergal wore were two square packs strapped to his thighs. Another growling huff billowed into the small apartment, the man bucking his hips slightly as his face contorted in pleasure.

The slight thrust accentuated one of the other eye catching parts of him, besides his near ten feet of height. A fittingly-proportioned multiple-foot cock bounced in his lap, flinging dribbles of precum onto the carpet and coffee table in front of him. This wasn’t the first thing most eyes would lock to should a person barge in; instead the honor was taken by the oversized balls hanging off the couch between his legs, their shape lumpy, stretched, somewhat alarmingly similar to the silhouette of a person curled up inside them. Then, very alarmingly, would be the muffled vocals and the outline of a face and hands pressing to the damp fur of the sergal’s balls as the curled up shape squirmed.

Alekai kicked his feet out wider, settling back to the cushions as he took in the peaceful hum of the apartment’s environment unit, and the sloshing gurgles of his balls churning the former resident. Honestly the sergal was somewhat surprised by how long the guy had lasted inside his sack for being just an average cat, and it did bring a twinge of guilt to Alekai. This wasn’t a planned meal, there was no bounty on his cock food, no higher reason for why Alekai shoved an unsuspecting person down his dick. He merely lost control of his appetite, something he did his best to avoid. He wasn’t some saint and made it clear he wasn’t, just by the virtue- or lack thereof- of being a bounty hunter, but he at least aimed to have his victims be those who somewhat deserved it.

Yet being a predacious sergal gave him certain urges that he could not always suppress. Hence why he had stumbled into an apartment complex, knocked on a random door, and shoved the cat who answered down his hungry cock. Alekai was never happy about the euphoria it gave, but he quite seriously couldn’t help it. And while there was some guilt that the man was extending his undeserved and painful breakdown into ball batter inside his big nuts, he did open the door for a random stranger. Let this be a lesson in naivety, albeit one that could only be learned once. It was certainly being learned as a fresh wave of “MMPH”s and “MNNG”s came from the dissolving person writhing around in Alekai’s balls. His prey’s capacity for words had been lost a while ago.

Another grunt as the huge sergal shifted on the couch again, unable to stay comfortable on a piece of furniture designed for someone half his size. His balls managed to touch the floor as they pulsed and clenched, a spreading spot of sweat dampening the carpet as they worked on their meal. “You know, staying still makes it easier, right? Fighting just makes the juices more… well, burn-ier. I think you’d rather suffocate than be aware of your skin melting.” Alekai spoke with his deep tone, no malice in the words, just an off-putting casualness; as if he wasn’t talking to someone his body was killing and churning into thick cum.

Muffled cries and screams were his only response as his sack wiggled and jiggled from renewed squirming, causing the sergal to tense up with a blissful snarl. “Fuck! Keep that up and I’m gonna unload before you’re ready.” He moved to kick his feet up onto the table, hearing it almost break as the large limbs slammed down onto it. Trying to get settled, the sergal took a deep breath. Perhaps it was time for a nap. Then afterwards, he could find some slut to take the cat’s remains. The continued chorus of screeches and gurgles of digestion faded to desperate sobs, proving a potent lullaby once Alekai forced himself back from the edge of orgasm.

-

A buzzing woke the immense sergal, an eye cracking open as he startled up. Not jumping right to a ready pose, not feeling threatened, he quickly identified the noise to be the phone on the coffee table he rested his footpaws on. Glancing at it as he stretched after his nap, the caller id of “Mom” shone bright as it vibrated and moved around. “Still calling, huh?” Alekai said calmly, reaching over to silence it. “Sorry, but your boy won’t be picking up. Speaking of…” He shifted, looking down to the expansive sack between his legs. Almost like a bean bag chair to normal people, they looked only slightly inflated when on his huge frame, falling just above his knees when the ashen sergal stood. They were back to their usual weighty, round state, no squirms, no loud splotches or cracks, no hands or shapes protruding, just a big set of balls. Right at home on a big man.

“Looks like you calmed down nicely. I’d say sorry, but it’s kinda pointless apologizing to cock slop now.” Shaking off the lingering bliss of sleep, Alekai made for the door, hearing the phone on the table start buzzing again as he left. Ducking down through the threshold, he made his way down the cramped metal hall, exiting into the station proper. Sterile white and bright neon were contrasting things that worked too well in this environment. Large windows to the starry black spanned the promenades, shops and facilities lit up and beckoning. Alekai strode past all this, two goals in mind. First, making sure his huge body and double-take worthy nuts were in prime position to catch the eyes of anyone willing to drain them; and secondly, making it to his home away from home.

Shockingly, the muscular and naked sergal made it to the hangar unmolested. Perhaps it was too much in the middle of the day, the station’s seedier life sticking to the boundary hours. He knew Symphony Station was a little less lecherous compared to the open sexual climate of most of the Fleet, but this was one of the few times not a single soul hadn’t even stopped to get a picture. Maybe people here knew why they were overflowing, and kept their distance. He couldn’t blame them for being smart. Alekai could use a lot more of these easy trips, though he was sort of banking on someone taking his load before he went through the hangar security scanners. Just made for some awkward questions about why there were bones in his balls during the X-ray.

After elaborating on the skull floating around inside his cum-tanks, and with only barely audible sloshing in the heavy sack swaying between his legs, the towering sergal arrived at his ship without much fanfare. Or at least until the boarding ramp lowered, when a speeding bullet of lithe shark slammed into his pelt. “Master! Welcome back! Gosh, you’re a whole day late, I missed you so much!” Pausing, the dark-grey shark girl peeled her face out of Alekai’s immaculate fur, making a grand show of the slow look down to his heavy balls resting under his plump sheath. Instantly her tone changed from joyous excitement, to sultry arousal. “Wow. Your nuts look full. Did you feed them while you away?”

Already groaning as Alekai watched his personal slave kick into full on ‘vorny’ overdrive, the girl knelt to delicately nuzzle his hot and damp ball fur, moving her hug to his expansive sack as she shoved her face deep enough that the fuzzy balloon-like surface of his scrotum surrounded her skull on all sides but the back. He could hear the shark sigh with a level of ecstasy only a girl like her could give, the slave giving her all in the spontaneous worship of his balls. “You need to let me drain these, master. I could suck you, or lick you, or rub, or fuck, or-“

Looking down and peeling her blissed-out face from his nuts, Alekai put forth his most commanding tone to the naked shark slave. “No, K. You aren’t getting this one.”

Immediately, the naked, collar wearing girl looked crestfallen as her ears folded to her skull and the once energetic tail drooped. “B-But… I love your cum! Especially when there’s bones in it!”

The towering ashen sergal reached down to grab the shark close to half his size, lifting her from her kneeling spot of testicular worship to hold in the air like a sad cat. “No.”

Her pout was almost childish. “C’mon, why!?”

Alekai sighed, walking up the ramp to his ship, holding aloft the pouting shark. “Nobody went for it on the way here.”

“So? That’s great! It’s so rare for me to get one of your victims!” Came the stubborn retort from his slave.

The sergal winced at the choice of words, and with that, the shark’s face softened. “He didn’t deserve it, K. Was able to ponder guilt for the whole walk back. Security had to look him up to label him deceased, they made sure to tell me all about his family they would have to inform. I’d love to give him to you, but I’m not in a ‘fun’ mood.”

Being set down on the cold metal floor, the naked shark barely reacted when the cool metal was once more under her feet. Crossing her arms once Alekai’s big hands weren’t under her shoulders, she looked away and didn’t continue her efforts. “Sorry, master. I didn’t know it was one of those.” The slim and petite shark only looked up when Alekai pat her shoulder and made for his bedroom, not a word or look back given as she watched him walk away. When the swishing noise of the door sealed and K-173 was left alone in the ship’s metal hall, she dug her claws against her other fingers and bit her lip for a moment. “Fuck.”

Venting her lungs in disappointed frustration, the girl looked down at her nude form. Though her nearly flat-chest didn’t really catch her eye, the smooth mound of her crotch where a pussy would be, did. A lighter shade of flesh formed a line down where her snatch used to be, with nothing but a simple hole for her urethra remaining. She bared her teeth in a silent, personal snarl. “I thought getting rid of you was supposed to make me less horny. Not make me blunder right into a touchy moment with the one man that can satisfy me.” K spoke with a glare to her nulled groin. Moving her hands to her hips, she idly looked around as she contemplated what to do with herself. With a short, defeated sigh, she supposed it was time to find some more chores to do. Just for good measure, she swatted the smooth patch of her null crotch, shivering a bit as she tried to block the moan her body instinctively let out. “Get it under fucking control, read the room.”

—

Alekai shifted idly atop his immense bed, seemingly still only just barely fitting the near ten-foot sergal. His closed eyes twitched, before they flew opened with a tired look. He peered down his body, seeing his shaft tall and mighty, begging with every hearty throb. He gave an exasperated sigh, before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing a sealed condom. “Might as well offload you.”

Tearing the wrapper, he began to work the stretchy rubber over his tip. An easy task, since he could just grab his dick and pull it to his chest, reaching up to his ribs. As it was halfway over his cock, a monstrous length that matched his overall size, he paused, looking to the little photo printer on his desk. His eyes then fell to his wall, covered in little photos of faces with names scribbled on them. One wall wasn’t going to be enough soon, spreading further around his room. 

Alekai shook his head after a moment, resuming tugging the condom down to his base. This was a face best forgotten, and he knew there would be others to remember the person his cum used to be. He saved a face very specifically. Out of pity, out of respect, or out of enjoyment. The feline brought none of these besides the baseline physical pleasure he took from feeding. He enjoyed it, but not in the same sense as melting someone who deserved it.

Relaxing atop his mattress, the large ashen sergal puffed out a little breath and got to work stroking his covered shaft, eyes closing to allow his mind to drift.

—

“God DAMNIT!” Came the shout from deep within the ship’s bulkhead, K’s pointy ears flying forward as she jumped up from dusting the cockpit panels. Hearing the unmistakable voice of her sergal master, and the obvious frustrated distress, she was knocking at his door within seconds, barreling down the small halls. It slipped open after a moment, leaving the petite shark to gasp as she stared at her master slouched on the large bed, looking at the ceiling dejectedly. He wasn’t the focal point of her shock however, instead it was the absolute mess of cum splattered about the room. The bed was nearly drenched, the floor following suit around the furniture, with lines of fragmentation reaching the walls and ceiling in lesser amounts. And there Alekai lay, grumbling, cock half the size of K’s entire body twitching, throbbing, and still bubbling up creamy spew as the base of a ripped condom rest around it, the main balloon in tatters around his visibly unloaded sack.

K couldn’t help but stare at the off-white bones strewn on his bedsheets, a feline skull prominently staring back at her as she tried to hide her rapid arousal. “M-Master?” She asked, sheepishly trying to avoid the elephant in the room. “Would you like help cleaning up?” Thankfully, it looked like the immense splash zone conveniently avoided the wall plastered with small, printed out faces. The memories of past meals spared by fate.

Alekai could only sigh deeper than he had the entire day. “Yes, K. I would. Thanks.”

Trying to stand to a chipper salute, the shark let her perky body go on full display as she stood at attention. “Of course! Let me go get the mop, and I’ll be underway! If you want to go get a shower, I can handle this.”

The towering near ten foot sergal got off the bed with achingly slow motions, but he didn’t hide that he was staring at K’s cute body the entire time. She looked good compared to most of the unhindered modifications the general Fleet populace did. He wouldn’t complain about being surrounded by ‘perfect’ bodies, but with a lithe form and a natural, aquatic chest, his personal shark was a nice change of pace. And being a bit more athletic in shape, her ass was to die for, something she took to heart after being restricted to anal only. He did make sure to at least attempt to flash her a thankful look before he trudged off into the linked bathroom.

As the water poured down, he did his best to relax. K was unique, in more ways than just her body. He had bought her for her technical expertise, to run tactical on his bounty missions. And while he got a brilliant mind, he also got an insatiably horny shark who found nothing more arousing than vore. A match made in heaven any other time, but Alekai wasn’t exactly devoted to this lifestyle of his. It was a physical necessity that he tried to use in a way that made it worth something. Sure, his dick was sensitive, and cramming people down there and feeling them squirm as they churned was pure bliss, but that was a purely physical response. He still hadn’t truly come to grips with what he was, or rather, why his body demanded this.

Of course, being a ‘predator’ put a bad taste in his mouth. After all, that’s what people told him he is, and all he will ever be. And they did their damndest to make sure he became one. He still is a predator, but it was on his own terms. Usually. His impromptu meal was the exact behavior he tried to avoid, which is exactly why it put him down in the dumps for awhile, despite being unavoidable. It’ll pass, it always does; because everyone in the Fleet has to understand one fact to be able to comfortably live here. Life is unfair. Everything branched off that, and could be traced back to it. For every misdeed Alekai did, twenty more happened by people much worse than him. For every ounce of good he did, someone was doing more, for less recognition. 

So with a shrug, the big man began soaping himself down, watching the thick jizz run off his pelt under the steamy water, and began working on forgetting the face of the man that cum used to be.

-

“There, that should should be the last of it.” Alekai said, standing back to his full height, barely allowed in the cabin. His room, the master bedroom, was a retrofitted cargo hold to allow his custom, oversized furniture and comfortable living. Dusting his hands, the large room now shone spotless, rid of the creamy deluge that once plagued it. Sure, there was a bucket of soiled soapy water, and a bin of equally soiled rags, and a plastic biohazard bag with sloppy, cream-covered bones, but the work was done. Though K would have been content to handle the task alone, it was only with more admiration to her owner that he came and assisted after his shower. She stood just as proudly beside him, her head reaching just above his bellybutton. Looking up with her usual bright eyes, a toothy grin of sharp fangs was given to her master, clear adoration in her features.

“What now?” She asked, a little worked up from cleaning up a mess so related to her interests.

Alekai gently shrugged as his usual looseness returned, chuckling a bit. “What I would give to have your unending drive, K. We need to head back to Angel, so even more downtime. But I think you’ve worked enough today, how about you take a moment to kick your feet up for once? Certainly earned it.”

The lewd shark’s grin only inched wider as her eyes grew lecherous. “Aight. Go find a chair, bud. I’ll get slurping on that hot ass of yours.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to take it easy?” The immense sergal said with a raised brow, his ashen pelt bringing out the dark-brown notes in the dimmer light. 

With a cheeky tut-tut, the petite shark locked eyes with the man that owned her. “Master, eating musky, pred man-butt is how I relax.”

Though he put up a small show of arguing, Alekai was already on-route to the cockpit, his eager shark bouncing behind him. “You need better hobbies.”

“Look, when you keep my face at your nuts and butt half the time, it’s not my fault I can’t resist. Something about you, your taste and smell is downright addictive.” She proudly pointed her thumbs at herself. “And I’m a huge fuckin’ slut. Depraved and proud to be, you know I like kinky shit.”

Alekai had plopped into the pilot’s chair and swiveled around, spreading his knees to reveal the plump sheath and hefty balls, still massive to the smaller girl despite their fresh draining. Scooting his hips forward, the masculine sergal rolled his taint up, asshole presented front and center. “You don’t gotta tell me, K. You’re-“ Alekai almost lost composure as K dove snout-deep to his cheeks, ramming her nose to his rim to audibly huff deeply. “You’re… yeah, you’re weird.”

A giggle of mirth came from the snout pressed to his anus, the lusty shark falling deep into the drunken state of being surrounded by butt-musk. “Master, considering how many times I pester you to cram me down your cock or shove me up your butt and digest me, the fact I will literally suck farts out of your asshole, and that sleeping with an ear on your gut is the best, I think ‘weird’ is too light a word.”

The beastly sergal did nothing but bring his knees inwards again, trapping the girl between cheek and thigh, locked snout-to-hole. “But I like weird. Now, more tongue, less talk. Supposed to be a rimjob, not a friendly chat.”

K’s sudden and fervent slurps were almost audible, instead drowned out by the sinking sigh of the sergal finally relaxing in full for the first time today. It was always strange, and at time concerning the level of worship K had for his body. But it would take a special kind of fool to turn her away when you had a slut willing to go lengths few women would. As she slobbered over his hole and insides, he cleared himself for departure, pulled the small-ish craft out to the dark void, and kicked on the autopilot to Angel Station. With a horny shark whose mouth was sealed to his ass, the trip was easy and peaceful.

-

“Mostly a pitstop, really.” Alekai said casually as he scrolled a thin tablet. Still naked, proudly showing off his impressive physique, the sergal remained lounging in the pilot’s chair. Though K remained kneeling between his legs, they were spread once more, her musk-marked face free to instead nuzzle and sniff his hefty balls. “And Sarah wants in-person check ins, just in case it is a plot to get her. Less risk than over comms.”

Though the dark-toned shark was completely blissed out on hours of sergal rimming and the majesty of testes she got to hug and kiss, K had a slight inflection of fearful concern. “You really think-“ She applied another wet kiss to his nuts with a shiver, “-that someone’s targeting her?”

Alekai shrugged. “Totally plausible. She runs a station’s bounty department, and a lot of the marks are on other stations.  Some places really get into a pissy fit when their ‘sovereignty’ is impeded by such extrajudicial bounties. But nobody can really complain or stop others, because everyone does it. There’s pretty much a soft agreement that if there’s anyone marked, but protected by other stations, the hunter is fully on their own. The only thing provided is monetary incentive.”

“Huh? But the broker on Laconia always sends you-“

Alekai shot a glare down to the ball-worshiping slave. “Beers. We meet up and drink, just old buddies. Absolutely nothing related to a transaction regarding bounties.” Shrinking back momentarily, the shark sheepishly smiled with an understanding ‘oh’. Then awkwardly returned to kissing his huge nuts. Nodding in acceptance, Alekai returned to the usual casual stony face as he scrolled. “But yeah, the Fleet is a fucking mess of law and shit. With so many independent stations, one can pretty much just do whatever they want. Course, pissing off other platforms can cause some economical issues, and perhaps even bounties. No station has bounty hunting as legal, but it’s just that good ‘old west’ style understanding that there’s gotta be some kind of order maintained. There’s a lot of sinister places here, but the aspect of bounties keeps a baseline of mere ‘awful’ instead of ‘horrendous’.”

The big sergal snorted. “Better to imagine it as just a bunch of gangs on rafts in the ocean. Some are more organized, some are more ruthless, they all steal from each other, but there’s a common line that isn’t crossed. Now just picture each of those rafts as highly prosperous mega-cities, fueled by the seedy underbelly of each one. Take Paradise Station. Mostly a slavers haven, their contract laws make for some real slimy agreements that are totally legal. You either have the time of your life, get rich, or walk away in a collar as someone else’s property. On the other side, take Angel Station, our base of operations, if not home. Easily the most lawful station, with actual effort in having a functional government, but notorious for being a smuggler haven due to the effectiveness of bribes, and close to zero import restrictions.”

Alekai waved his hand idly, barely tearing his eyes off the tablet. “Ain’t no saints here, just people trying to get by and those trying to beat the system. Anyone with ideals learns real quick that you need to water them down at least slightly.” He finally moved his eyes away from the screen, peering at the shark still slurping his hefty sack. “I keep forgetting you weren’t born here. Probably just an insane collection of criminals in your eyes, huh?”

K shrugged. “Kinda. Planetary governments are usually less… ‘Wild West’ than here. But they’re also more “This colony is sponsored by X corporation, and they own you and everything you have and will ever produce. My parents sold me to slavery so I could get proper technical training like I wanted, and we were all basically slaves anyways. I don’t have to worry about taxes now, so that’s pretty sick.”

A sage nod from the ashen sergal. “Mhm. The Fleet was founded on freedom from those kinds of things. Though obviously, it brings the freedom for the utmost shady shit. Still too much freedom is better than not enough.” Capped off with a final chuckle, he returned to his tablet. “However, now I need to worry about your taxes. Slave tax isn’t small, K.”

A punctual lick up the cleft of his large orbs to finish with a kiss on his sheath, K grinned up at him. “C’mon, surely I’m worth the hassle?” Both laughed a bit then, before receding to silence as the conversation came to a natural end. “Hey, master?” She asked, raised brows and bright eyes peering over the sweeping curve of his nuts.

Alekai was brutally calm as usual. “You don’t have to call me master every single time, you know.”

The slim shark rolled her eyes. “I literally have your initials branded on my butt. I fucking love being your slave, so let me use your proper title.”

“Weird indeed.” Alekai responded. “What did you want?”

“I just wanted to know what you’ve been reading for the last half hour. You’ve looked away from that tablet maybe twice.”

A blink from the towering sergal, before his matter-of-fact tone cut through his contemplation. “I’m looking at condoms. Trying to get some good ones rated to hold an adult after my balls are through with them. Earlier was the third bust this week, I’m getting weary about Lantern’s standard issue ones for predators. They are increasingly unreliable. Probably embezzling somewhere along the line.”

K hummed between his legs, moving to rest her cheek on the glorious pillows of fuzzy nuts. “Hmm. Are they not holding up, or are you just producing too much for them? I know preds are usually big people, and a good cock-meal makes a lot of cum, but you are quite exceptional master. Perhaps they are rated for cocking people, but aren’t rated for you. You blasted nearly every square inch in front of you when that last one broke, you’re an efficient churner.”

Alekai suppressed a groan, feeling generally uncomfortable with hearing another personal talk to him about vore. “Did you really just say churn out loud?”

Giving a sly leer up at him, the shark giggled. “You’re the one who bought a vore-obsessed slave.”

“I bought a trained network infiltrator.”

She weaponized his matter-of-fact tone back at him. “Who is a vore-obsessed slave.” She winked up at him. “Gotta read that fine print, bud. Plus, being nulled, I’m so fucking horny, all the time.”

“I don’t understand why they do it if all it does is increase arousal when it’s supposed to remove it.”

K snorted. “I’m weird, remember? I think it’s hot. But most nulled slaves are given libido suppressors in their rations. At least, when they actually are owned by the companies and people using them in a more ‘official’ capacity. The nulling is less to remove arousal, but rather to help with focus once the drugs kick in. Think of it as a door with a lock and deadbolt. Two different things that do about the same thing, but you’d rather they both be active.”

With a perked brow and wise look, Alekai made the face of somebody learning something. “Huh. Interesting.”

She stood up finally, the shark stretching in the open space between his legs and the flight console. She raised her arms high, pushed her chest out, and stood on her tippy toes. All of her was on display for a purposeful view she gave him, pert breasts barely bouncing as she fell back to her heels, idly scratching the spot above her null groin. “Lemme see that tablet. I’ll hop on my forums, get some recommendations for a condom brand.”

Snorting with appreciation for the show and slight amusement for her full on admittance of kink-community, he handed the device over. A few taps as she leaned her bare, branded ass onto the console, a determined look on her sharp features. In but a few moments, more taps, then an analyzing glare he knew well from her time breaking into the systems of his mark’s ships. “Got one?” He asked.

“Well, I’m always open to being your condom, master. But, one promising one so far. Extra-Tech’s Adult-Sized Load Condom for Cock-Vore. Built for everything ‘extra’.”

“Wordy.” Alekai said nonchalantly.

“4.9 star rating.”

The sergal gave a sarcastic whistle.

Glancing up with the ‘you ass’ look, K read out some reviews. “Five stars. Best condom yet. Before, most could hold my loads, but moving them afterwards is hit or miss. Spilling my girlfriend on the carpet was the last straw, so I tried these. With this one, I shipped a cock-meal back to her parents on another station and it arrived perfectly.”

Alekai moved to rest his angular snout on a fist. “Major red flags. Sounds like a jerk.”

Rolling her eyes with a scoff, the naked shark moved to the next one of interest. “Works as advertised, nothing more. Not the most comfortable rubber, but I’ve never seen better stretch-factor.”

“How inspired.” Was the sergal’s snarky response.

K lowered the tablet to give him an over-the-glasses look without wearing any. “You want better condoms or not? For being the literal definition of apex predator, you sure are sqigged out by the whole vore thing.”

Alekai sighed. “It’s not the vore, it’s the ‘culture’ around it. That I am a predator before a person. Just… never sat well with me.”

K cocked her hips and offered a pose that would have been different had she not been completely naked beside her slave collar. “Look, master, buddy, pal. If there is one person to talk vore to, it’s me. Doesn’t have to be in favor of it, but I do believe I understand it enough to engage in discussion. It seems like you need to work some stuff out regarding your body and its needs.”

The sergal paused, obviously giving thought. Though in a rare backing down, his ears folded back as he sat back fully in the seat. “Sorry, continue. Perhaps someday, but let’s just focus on the condoms for now.”

Searching his eyes for a moment, K sighed upon the realization he had reasons that he wasn’t sharing. Tightening her lips, she debated pushing it, but decided against it. Instead, she settled back against the console and chose the next review. “Another five star one. Just says ‘yeahhhhhh awesome!’ With multiple ones after the exclamation.”

Doing his best to smile in indication of a joke, “Well, I’m sold.”

Puffing out her own brief amusement, K let her smile inch back onto her face. She glanced up at her sergal master. He looked good with a smile. K took a moment to realize he doesn’t do it often. Not genuinely anyways. “Only serious negative review I can find is someone complaining about the rubbery smell. Says ‘makes me feel ill when my boyfriend uses them to dump a one night stand into.’ Looks like they’ve released scented options in response.”

Nodding, Alekai shrugged. “Well. Might as well try them. What’s the cost?”

“Fifty credits for a ten pack.” Came the petite shark’s curt reply. 

“Damn. Five a pop? Better be worth it. Go ahead and order them to the Angel apartment.” Alekai looked up, the towering sergal reaching forward to start pressing buttons on the flight console. “Speaking of, we need to get ready to dock. There’s a three hour queue. Up for giving me another long rimjob?”

K was already on her knees, rubbing her snout along the sergal’s thick ball fur as she nuzzled up under the huge orbs to bring her face to his tasty pucker. “Just relax and lemme slurp that musky asshole master~”

Alekai snorted with bemusement as he shifted his hips to give his shark slave better access for the impending backdoor massage from her tongue. “A simple yes would do.”

-

“I think your butt’s hungry, master.” Cheekily stated the lithe shark girl, popping her lips off the sergal’s tailhole with an audible schlrrrr-ORP. With both raising to their feet, Alekai’s deep ashen pelt rippled as the projectors strapped around his thighs sent a coating of opaque hardlight to form around his bestially-handsome physique. The closest thing to clothes he had, a matte full-body tech suit appearing over his fur once the shimmering faded. Of course, seeing as how it was a skin-tight projection, the bulge that formed at his crotch indicated just how bestial he was. It was hard to get things tailored to his size, hence the projection suit.

Meanwhile, K’s process for getting ready was standing up alongside her master. After all, the only clothes she would ever wear was the heavy steel collar around her neck. And it never left her skin. So she just stood on her tiptoes and gave a chipper smile while licking her lips, her entire snout and muzzle glistening with Alekai’s ass juice. “And I mean hungry. I can’t tell you how much ass-slime I just swallowed.”

A glance was shot to the shark as Alekai began walking out of the cockpit, a subtle “egh” coming from him.

K shrugged and followed suit. “Not my fault your butt drools.”

Leaving the hangar was the usual affair of standing in line for the annoying security checks and customs agents. Thankfully, unlike other stations Alekai didn’t have to pay off ‘protection’ or ‘insurance’ while he was away from the ship. K stayed behind, though she begged to go as usual. As much as the big sergal wanted his slave with him, he knew the official and business-only meeting with Sara would be too boring for the eager girl. Once free of the red tape and on the cramped tram to station proper, the sergal got to business.

-

It was a trip he made many times before, going through the atriums and passages that lead to Angel Station’s bounty office. The lobby was the same he knew, the workers behind the desk the same, even some of the people milling about or checking the listings were familiar. The bluejay woman at the processing desk looked at with him a rare smile once she realized he didn’t have any cum-balloons to turn in, glad to not have to deal with him this time. Ducking through the doors, Alekai made his way to the back hallway, one of the few places the dusty sergal could stand almost fully.

A polite knock at a door, and he crouched through once a feminine voice invited him. Sarah was at her desk as usual, wearing her usual skimpy police-girl getup. The silver dragoness was a massive slut, thanks to being able to offer eye-candy and ‘rewards’ within her office made her very good at managing the bounty department. A job that had all the worst prestige and only the finest stress, the sex and immodesty was a much needed outlet for the woman in charge.

She looked up as Alekai looked at her gratuitous cleavage, and her expression changed to a serious one with a dash of hope. “Ah, Alekai. Checking in? Anything new about my- your, uh… client?” She had recently given the sergal a personal job of helping find her father, who vanished and the investigation stopped by hands bigger than hers. She suspected it could be a ploy to get at her, so it was best to keep it under wraps.

“Progress, at the least.” Alekai said, remaining standing instead of breaking the flimsy chairs across from the skimpy dragoness. “Turned up some leads here and there, followed them, dead ends. I had hoped to find something that would allow me to avoid visiting Conquest Station, but it looks like I might have to go there.” There was nothing but coldness in Alekai’s tone as he said that station’s name. “So while I have nothing now, I have narrowed down possibilities. As far as I can tell, either this is being done by actual special forces, the topmost cartels, or…  Well, either someone is very good at covering bases and making it read legit, or nothing happened until he got to Conquest. There’s a clear paper trail, he went on his own volition, etc. I’m a little suspicious of the departure reason being just ‘business’, but I’ll know more once I get there. ”

Sarah wilted at her desk, but a quick breath re-steeled her features. “Okay. Okay, I understand. Even crossing things off a list is helpful, and I’m glad to hear there aren’t the tell-tales of covert or serious dealings happening. That just makes me more confused though. He didn’t tell me he was leaving, and I don’t know why.” She placed her palms on her desktop before taking another deep breath. “Regardless, I shall clear my mind and let you do your job, Alekai. I… can’t thank you enough. I had hoped you could avoid returning to Conquest as well, but…”

The sergal crossed his arms. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Makes sense to ask me, I was born there after all. I despise it, but I know it well too.” He nodded to the silver scaled woman and her pushed-up tits behind a tiny top, “Not too much to report, but I figured I would stop by before going to Conquest. For all I know, I might not be coming back.” He started to turn around and leave, before noticing Sarah’s expression change to a subtle fluster as red graced her cheeks.

She called out on her own, before his hand reached the door handle. “Wait.” He turned to see her almost… nervous? No, that wasn’t it. Was there a word for that mixture of excitement and shyness when you’re flustered? Well, it looked like she was about to ask her crush out to prom, and it was a very strange look for a woman who confidently wore a uniform more at home on a porn set everyday. “Alekai.” She said, voice not even the bold flirt is usually was. She took a calming breath, then opened one of her desk drawers to grab something.

When she brought it out and held it up to him, he understood her attitude. It was a fleshlight, capped off in a sleek metal case with the bright neon outlines of a portal-equipped model. Her eyes were cast to the side as she offered it, voice quiet and pitched. “I… Uh… T-The second part of your job agreement… M-M-“

The sergal finished for her, “Your pussy. You know, I’ve fucked you before, why is this getting you so worked up?” Oh, that got her blush going.

“Y-Yeah, well, it’s just, I’m literally handing my pussy and womb to you. For you to use whenever you want, as j-just a onahole. A-And how I could be fucked at any point without warning, by your… massive fucking cock, and-“

Alekai had a smirk to join his amused expression, tail slowly swishing behind him. “I get it. You’re a slut, getting worked up about being a slut.”

Her eyes locked to his with a bit of boisterousness. “I am-“

“A slut. Look at you. Don’t tell me you wear those clothes because they’re comfortable. You like it, don’t be ashamed. Trust me, there are far worse people that I encounter just walking through the street.” Alekai turned again, giving her a wave with the hand that held the portal-pussy. “Take it easy, you’ve been so damn serious with this job, I miss your balls-to-the-wall flirting. Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your snatch. I’ll be nice and give you a little warning, in that I won’t be using it at any point today. Any other time though, who knows?”

Alekai’s smirk was the last thing visible before the door closed, Sarah alone in her office with a hammering heart, tingly butterflies, and a need to go blow off some steam. She huffed, already unbuttoning her top as her hands got to work. “Handsome bastard. Was kinda banking on you using it today…”