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Contains: Same size safe vore/endosoma (oral vore), with willing anthro male fox predator, and unwilling feral female wolf prey. Also includes other stuff.
Contains: Same size safe oral vore/endosoma, with willing anthro male fox predator, and unwilling feral female wolf prey. Also includes other stuff.
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title: Big Haul, Part 2
pubDate: 2024-10-04
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Contains: Size difference safe unbirth/endosoma, with willing trans male anthro lemur pred, and unwilling to willing cis male anthro sergal prey. Also includes gay sex with trans and cis characters, fatfur, daddy play, long-term endosoma, booze, and implied violence.
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As Haul seems to have no intentions of relinquishing his 'toy', Isaac adjusts to his new circumstances.
After a long delay, I've finally made a sequel to [Big Haul](/stories/big-haul)! At my friend's Hans suggestion, I've decided to try my hand at writing again, hoping to get out of my current burn-out. I've been planning this story for a few months now, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to tackle it on. I hope you enjoy it!
[Vynn](https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52896397/) is a species by [Hans](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/hanslewdington/).
posts:
eka: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1056467
furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58338409/
weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~badmanners/submissions/2421759/big-haul-part-2
inkbunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/3440697
sofurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2185194
sofurrybeta: https://sofurrybeta.com/s/k1VYPxGn
mastodon: https://meow.social/@BadManners/113249066564780193
tags:
- unbirth
- anthro predator
- anthro prey
- male predator
- trans male predator
- male prey
- willing predator
- unwilling prey
- willing prey
- size difference
- long-term endo
- gay sex
- daddy play
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"Mmm, haah... Fuck..." Haul moaned. "Harder... H-Harder, ya two~."
Razor continued to thrust into him at the same pace. Still wearing his unbuttoned waistcoat, but with his suit pants down to his ankles, the mule kept plunging his dick in and out of the lemur's slick pussy. The bartender's muscular and sweaty arms had to constantly prop up the large pirate's heavy thighs, in order to keep fucking him. Other than the lemur's ringed tail and expansive underside, Razor couldn't see the rest of his partner's body. After all, Haul's large belly was in the way – and on this occasion, it was even larger and squirmier than usual.
Meanwhile, Isaac tried his best not to move while curled up in a ball. Stuck in the pirate's womb for days now, the sergal had learned soon enough to watch for Haul's contractions whenever his captor had sex. Still, the entrapped mechanic couldn't help but wiggle, to prevent the uterine walls from completely overwhelming him.
It turned out that Isaac's one-time fling – which, somehow, had escalated into this casual kidnapping – had quite the sexual appetite. An appetite only made worse by his being lost up Haul's vagina, apparently. At this point, he was used to the slick juices lathering every inch of his furry body, but he still hated being treated solely as the pirate's sex toy.
Whether they wanted to or not, both men were driving Haul closer to an orgasm. Lying back-down on the luxurious bed of his spaceship's suite, the lemur could feel the equine's cock squish against the walls of his sensitive canal, tracing along the ceiling. Each time the flared head rustled his folds, a shiver could be felt from his cervix to his vulva, and his bedsheets were constantly stained by the fluids gushing out.
Even though he wasn't speeding up his thrusts and left all the moaning to his partner, Razor's own climax was closing in. The slippery and fleshy tunnel gripped harder at his flared cock, as if urging it to release its seed. Despite his unequivocally equine manhood, its size was just about average. Although, with a partner almost twice his height, it felt even smaller in comparison. But Razor was still skilled enough to cause Haul to shudder and moan each time he pushed his hips forward.
"Hff...! R-Razor!" The big lemur covered his mouth and flushed cheeks with his large paws. "I'm close... Y-Yer makin' me–... Ng–GAAAARPHH~...!"
Haul's plump and sweaty body convulsed, with a womb contraction that would've crushed Isaac if the walls weren't so soft. By now, the sergal had learned to hold his breath just before the pirate reached his orgasm, to avoid swallowing the copious fluids flooding his fleshy room.
Razor was almost crushed by Haul too, using all of his strength to try and hold his thick legs up. He jerked forward while doing his best to launch every spurt of sterile seed deep into his canal. The mule stood still, fighting not only his partner's weight, but the powerful vaginal squirts trying to push his crotch away.
Normally, he wouldn't cum in his partners. There wasn't any risk of getting anyone pregnant, of course – but the better to avoid getting his clothes soggy with all Manner of fluids, as was currently the case with his pants and dress shoes. Of course, he could just wipe them with an absorbant nanotech towel; but he didn't like how some of the smells always lingered afterwards. Yet this time, per the pirate's request, the mule tried to impregnate Haul.
Still gasping for air, Haul spread his legs around the bartender, relieving him of the literal burden. Haul's gray paws rubbed over his wriggling belly, enjoying that unusual but wonderful tingling within his core, ever since he'd claimed his new womb filler. It was certainly sublime – though the pirate didn't know the definition of the word.
He could feel the warmth of Razor's seed creep deeper up his tunnel, until it'd eventually reach his cervix. His hope was that his body would naturally clench in response, with the goal of keeping his prey locked inside for even longer.
"Mmm, t'at's it..." The lemur hummed, not even noticing Razor's cock slipping out of his loose folds. "Heh. Yer stayin' right t'ere, Lil' Papa. How long's it been, over a week...?"
There was no response from the sulking sergal, still trapped in the same place. With no agency left, the last thing that Isaac wanted was to affirm his manipulative kidnapper with a reply of any sort. He, too, was exhausted, after being squeezed by the lustful lemur's uterus, despite not being an active nor willing participant in their sex.
As Haul chuckled to himself, the mechanical sound of the door called his attention. Razor, on his way out, all fully dressed and dried up, was sneaking away from Haul's chambers.
"E-Ey!" He raised his head, legs still wobbly from their fuck. "Yer leavin' back to yer bar already?!"
"You only paid for the one hour." The normally mute mule blurted out, without intonation.
"Keh..." Haul scoffed, though Razor had already left the room when he did.
That was the deal they'd made, afterall. The bartender'd only agree to leave his counter if the lemur was willing to cover double his hourly wage – even though Haul knew that Razor enjoyed these occasional escapades as much as him.
"Stubborn mule. At least ya won't leave me. Right, Lil' Papa~...?"
"It's Isaac." Came the muffled response, his anger almost palpable. "And you had your fun, now let me go!"
Haul smirked. "What for? Ya feel so good in t'ere, y'know... 'Sides, where wouldya even go?!"
"Back home, obviously. I just want to see my wife and kids again..."
The melancholy in the mechanic's tone was palpable, but the lemur was too pragmatic to pretend to show pity.
"She's yer ex-wife now, ain't she? And ya can't just hop on t' next ship to Mikreeonon. Ain't like t'ey'll forgive t'at stunt ya pulled wit' t' corporate espionage. No matter what t' letters t'at ya got keep sayin'."
Isaac paused for a second. "W-Wait. What letters...?"
"Oh, y'know. From yer boss... yer co-workers... yer ex-wife–"
"I've been getting FTL letters from my wife this _whole time_?! And you hid that from me!"
He burst into a fit of rage, trading punches and kicks at the walls. Granted, they were ineffective at more than causing Haul to buck his tired hips.
"Woah– hhmpf~... E-Easy in t'ere, still quite sensitive... Heh. But I did it fer yer own good."
"Like fucking hell you did...!"
"It's all scam, y'know!" The lemur explained in his usual nonchalant tone. "T'ey aren't from yer _real_ ex-wife, but from ot'er pirates. People who wanna exploit someone who's already desperate – desperate enough to do somet'in' stupid – and sell 'em into t' slave trade, I betcha. Maybe even t' same people who got ya exiled in t' first place, like as not."
Isaac was surprised, as the thought never crossed his blurry mind. Still, he wasn't sure if it was another of Haul's elaborate lies, like the one that got him here in the first place.
"...How can you be sure it's not really from Darla?"
"Kehhh... If ya t'ink a Mikreeononian housewife somehow has connections wit' a smugglin' convoy in t' Renegade, t'en by all fuckin' means, go off. See where t'at gets you..."
Silence. Then, a muffled whimper came from his belly, shrinking as the occupant curled further into a ball.
"H-How can they do this?! I just want to –sniffle– see my family again..."
"Yeh, and t'ey want ya to be desperate. Anyt'in' to make a pretty profit out o' yer misery. T'at's why I kept t' letters a secret from ya, Lil' Papa. 'Sides, not like ya have to worry about anyt'in', since yer just gonna stay in my–"
"I-Is there a way?"
The pirate raised his head. "Hm? Didn't catch t'at."
"Is there a w-way to see my family again. I-It's all I want... Please..."
"Hmm... Well, maybe. If ya snag some money yerself, to buy a new ID and a ship. But–"
"Money? But how? I don't have a job anymore. Where can I even get one?"
"Ya eit'er find one here in t' Renegade, like Razor... or you find some, uh, 'unlawful employment' like me, heh..."
Isaac paused to think. There was a glimmer of hope, though the prospect wasn't great. Either getting stuck in this place, or becoming a pirate himself. That wasn't like him, he was a decent man – at least until he fell for a quick-cash scam.
He raised his voice. "I...I have to think about it."
"T'ink about...what? Don't forget, yer not goin' anywhere, Lil' Papa. Not as long as ya feel so good inside o' me, keh-heh-heh-heh...!"
As Haul continued to chuckle all around him, the sergal shrunk and settled down, as the walls continued to violate any privacy he may have. He still had his unattended and shameful boner – it was hard not to, after witnessing all of the action between Razor and the pirate from inside.
Normally, he'd wait until his captor was fast asleep to jack off – but tonight, he felt too helpless to help himself. Was there really no hope of escape...?
---
Late at night, Haul burst through the door of the Renegade's infirmary, giving the fish-like nurse who was inside a fright. Taking a step forward nearly brought the lemur to the floor, if he hadn't found his balance against a nearby desk.
He still had his unusually big, sergal-filled belly beneath his expand-o-polymer suit – but the _real_ cause of his loss of balance was that he was inebriated as hell.
"Ooough, ffuck..." He said, grabbing his head. "Ey, doc. Hope yer –hic– not busy."
"I wish I was before you came." The eel-like vynn said with disdain, through a cybernetic interface around his neck. He extended his payment PDA towards the large lemur. "What is it now, Haul? A hangover?"
"N-Nah, –urp!– not yet." He continued as he paid him the proper credits. "We was at the bar drinkin', and I h-h-have t'is dude stuck in me snatch fer...reasons, hic! And he's not movin' no more and we was worried. C-Can't ye do an X-ray or somet'in', doc?"
The nurse raised his brow. "O...kay... First of all, you know I'm just a nurse, Haul, not a doctor. And while I don't...think you should stick people up your snatch, we can do an ultrasound. Lie down."
Despite the small examination bed, it was sturdy enough to handle all of Haul's weight crashing down at once. With his immobile belly facing up, the anthro fish carefully lifted Haul's tight shirt with his gloved hands and rubbed the cool gel over his gray fur. Then, after turning on the equipment, the nurse pushed the imaging device against the skin. Immediately, his eyes widened when he saw the screen.
"Oh, wow, that's _definitely_ someone in there. A sergal, judging by the shape. I'd heard the rumors about that, but..." He continued to look around the blurry shape for any signs of injury. "I mean, he's still breathing in there – _somehow_ –, so maybe he's just asleep? How long has he been in there?"
The nursed looked over at Haul, only to find that the lemur was fast asleep from his heavy drinking.
"Oh great. Now I'm stuck with this _thing_ on my check-up table, for who knows how long..."
"Hey...psst!" A muffled voice called out to him quietly. One that he could've sworn was coming from inside that expansive womb... "Is he asleep?"
"Oh hey. You're actually inside of him, huh. You mean Haul, right? Yeah, he's knocked out cold. Too much to drink, I think. How long have you been in there?"
"I-I, umm, I think almost two weeks?" Isaac answered.
"Wow. You must be a freak to stay that long. Or a liar."
"Wh-What? No! I need you to get me out of here, before he realizes!"
The eel leaned back on his chair. "And risk getting on his bad side? No way, I'd rather he didn't kill me or turned me into sushi."
"K-Kill you...?!"
"Or something less drastic. Y'know, he's probably the reason most people get sent to the infirmary in this place. Either he fights someone too hard, or he fucks someone too hard, and they get sent here. I'm frankly tired of this brute. But you, sergal, do you have any broken limbs or anything? Any difficulty breathing? Skin irritation?"
He shuffled around as best as he could to examine himself. "N-No, I don't think so..."
"Then count yourself lucky. I suppose he can't hurt you while you're stuck in there. Even that guy – the quiet mule one – visits me sometimes because of Haul getting too feisty in their sex. You know, the only reason I got this job at the Renegade was because Haul ended up injuring the last nurse too badly." He clicked his double set of jaws. "So...yeah, I don't wanna get into his bad side, and you probably shouldn't, either. That's my professional recommendation."
Isaac pushed at the wall, making an imprint on Haul's belly. "It already feels like I'm on his bad side."
"Well, the number of people coming to the infirmary dropped drastically these last days, so you tell me." He chuckled as he got up from his chair. "It's less money, but I could honestly do with the extra peace in this place."
"W-Wait, but I can't stay here! Th-This asshole keeps parading with me stuck in his womb, bragging and teasing others about having me in here. I can't take it anymore!"
"What can't you take? That you have the meanest pirate around to protect you? That's quite an honor!" His joke certainly didn't land in the next few moments, and the nurse scoffed. "Like I told you, I'm not getting involved in this."
"I-Is there nothing you can do...?"
"I can give him some pills that can help with pushing you out. But only when he's awake, AND if he wants them. Other than that, I suggest seeing things on the bright side. You are, by some miracle, still alive and unharmed. And Haul can't hurt you while you're in there."
Isaac decided to bargain. "B-But aren't you curious? Like, in terms of this whole situation. If you pull me out, you can probably do some medical tests and figure out how this whole surviving-inside-someone-else thing works, for science."
The vynn chuckled through the garbled voice modulator. "I don't care about the science. I'm just a nurse."
---
Standing next to his Centaurus Commander T-Series A-II Deluxe and its busted landing gear, Haul had his arms crossed as he looked down. Trying to negotiate with the only mechanic in the Renegade while hangover – and broke – wasn't the best way to start his day.
"T'ere's no fuckin' way repairs is gonna cost t'at much."
"W-Well," the apprehensive rat replied to the towering lemur, "we'll have to replace the parts, you see! It's such an old ship that we'll need to print them ourselves."
"Sounds like yer bullshittin' me..."
"He is." Isaac's voice came from his belly, causing the rat to fall back on his butt.
The lemur was surprised, as well. "Well now! Look who's on speakin' terms again."
"The damage wasn't too bad when I checked," the sergal continued calmly. "Just a couple of broken wires and some re-plating. I can do it for you if you let me out."
"Kehhh, so it's all just a plan to get out from t'ere, eh? Unfortunately fer ya–"
"No." He had an incisive, clear tone. "I _also_ want half of the credits you make on your next job as payment."
The pirate paused for a moment, before he burst into laughter. "Well now! T'at's _interestin'_... And ya t'ink I'm t'at desperate to let ya go?"
"Come on, I heard you rambling earlier about needing more credits. And you can't get off the ground until the ship is fixed, right? Would you rather trust a former mechanic from the famous Mikreeonon, or some lousy guy who doesn't even know what's wrong with your ship?"
Haul snickered. He was starting to enjoy this new side of his toy. "Keh... Alright, Lil' Papa. If it's a bargain ya want... I can give ya 10 percent."
"Thirty," the womb-bound sergal countered.
"20 percent. And I'm bringin' ya with me on the job. I'll need t' distraction on t' journey, keh-heh..."
"...Deal."
He slapped his belly, wobbling the resident within. "Pleasure doin' business wit'ya, Lil' Papa."
"Wh-What the hell?" The small rat had only been watching for the last few minutes in abject horror. "Did you eat him?!"
"Keh... If ya don't wanna be next, ya better fuckin' scram, rat."
The rodent scurried away at the mere threat, and Haul scoffed. He looked at his busted landers, and then at his extra large belly. As much as he'd miss that wonderful weight in his womb, he decided to go along with Isaac's plan for now, out of a lack of a better choice.
---
If there's one thing the lemur had never expected to do in his life, it'd be giving birth. Much less in the shower of his own ship, and to a fully-grown sergal.
Still, the pills that the nurse had sold him in the morning certainly came in handy. After a few minutes, his insides were starting to feel loose, which was helped by the warm water streaming over his plump body.
Being extremely familiar with his surroundings by now, Isaac could also feel the difference. The uterine walls were less relenting in their grip, and as he started to shuffle, he could feel himself moving downward.
"Mmff, shit... S-Slower, now~" The lemur moaned as he leaned forward while standing, bringing his fingers to his vulva.
Someone was clearly enjoying the novel sensations, Isaac thought. Listening to the pirate masturbate as he began to shift within him, as water rhythmically pelted the outer wall... he couldn't help but feel excited, too. Not just for his upcoming freedom, but he was actually getting horny on his own.
As Haul's body brushed over him, coating him in its unrelenting fluids and stimulating his erection, Isaac weirdly felt less like the brute's sex toy, for the first time in two weeks. His body moved through the fleshy tunnel of his own accord, and the pleasure that he felt was his own. Somehow, even as he regained his freedom, his partner enjoyed it. Was that really the word, partner? Yeah... In these unique circumstances, the beaten sensations now felt so novel. They were both in sync.
The lemur gasped as his cervix started to expand around the vacating sergal. His womb was feeling emptier, only making him crave Isaac more. But the sensations were still too good – hell, even the denial of his prize's fate felt bittersweet. On the other hand, Haul's loosening body wanted to let go of the extra weight entering his canal. A potent mixture of paradoxical sensations that only drove his fingers in and out of his vulva harder.
The squirming, moaning mass in his chubby belly continued to move lower and lower. As much as he would instinctively clench, his walls still felt too loose, massaging his prey's body instead. The juices flowing from his crotch were washed down the drain, as Isaac continued to fill more of his tunnel.
Finally, as Haul finally felt Isaac's extremities stretch the exit and poke out, he climaxed. Howling in bliss as his folds contracted, holding the sergal in place for just a tad longer. His yells overshadowed those from Isaac, who was adding his own fluid to the mess all around him. The mechanic's voice was further muffled by the walls constantly pressing him down. They were squishier that the ones in the womb, conforming tightly to his body – with the exception of his legs, where the pressure from the all-encompassing flesh was gone.
It was an odd feeling, the cool air and warm water on his fur after being stuck for so long. As the pirate continued to push him out, he could finally stretch his weary muscles, until his feet reached something solid – the ground.
Well, solid enough. The shower was all lined with a gel-like foam, to prevent any accidents – though Isaac doubted that the original designer of this ship had ever imagined that it'd be used this way. With a formidable 'shlick!', the rest of the mechanic slipped free, landing his blue and white furry body against the cushy corner of the shower.
"Haah, t'at felt _way_ fuckin' nicer t'an I expected~..." Haul spoke as he turned around. He held his large belly, which still felt awfully loose and empty. "We gotta do t'is again, Lil' Papa, heh~."
Isaac scoffed as he looked away from the large lemur. Mostly to hide his blush, as he finally recalled how attractive he'd found Haul on their first outing. "...C-Can I shower by myself now?"
"What, ya don't want me to scrub ya or anyt'in'?"
The sergal shook his head, as he warily recalled what the nurse had told him yesterday.
"Keh... Fine." He walked out of his shower, through a membrane door that instantly dried most of his gray fur and striped tail. "Yer clothes are over t'ere. I'll be waitin' outside."
As the pirate left the bathroom to get dressed himself, Isaac carefully got up on his wobbly legs. The water relieved his fur from most of the gunk that clung to it, but he couldn't get rid of this nagging concern about Haul. His tone seemed almost disappointed... Was it just because he'd lost his sex toy, or something else?
He shook his pointy head, washing away those thoughts. Why care about Haul's worries, if Haul didn't care for his? Right now, he had to focus on his side of the bargain. Now, taking his first shower in the last couple of weeks – hopefully washing away most of the pungent smell on him –, he finally felt that he belonged to himself again.
---
"Took ya long enough." The fully dressed pirate snarled as he watched Isaac climb down from the busted hatch of his spaceship. "Now, can ya fix it or what?"
The mechanic squatted as he placed down his borrowed toolbox. "Yeah, it doesn't look too bad. Ten minutes tops."
"T'at quick, ye? And here I t'ought we would wait a whole day fer some shoddy fix job... You Mikreeononians are really somet'in' else."
"Th-Thanks..." Isaac hadn't expected the compliment from the brutish ring-tail lemur. He never thought much of his education – fixing ships had always been a part of his life. Compared to all the mechanics and engineers from his home planet – a global spaceship factory for the Federation –, he was average at best.
As he replaced the power cables, the sergal stole some glances around him. The Renegade wasn't such a large space station, but everything felt bigger once you'd spent long enough in a primate's womb. There was the occasional glance back from the passersby in the hangar – pirates like Haul, or people down on their luck, like Isaac. Given how often the lemur had announced that he'd shoved someone up his snatch, the mechanic wouldn't be surprised if everyone else on the station knew about his previous whereabouts.
Isaac also looked up at the looming Haul, with his crossed arms and grumpy expression. It reminded him of the first time they've met, when the lemur started grinding his wedge-like face against his crotch in public right here. Something had changed in the thick-bodied man. He seemed almost afraid of touching him like that again...
"Whatcher lookin' at?" The lemur barked when he noticed his gaze. "Am I distractin' ya?"
"Wh-What? No, I was just–"
"Keh. I'll be waitin' in my room when yer done. If ya want to–"
He interrupted himself, before he said something embarrassing. He simply turned away and climbed back into his ship with uncharacteristic skittishness.
That was odd, Isaac thought. The pirate was always one to be incisive and speak his mind, often with plenty of swear words in the mix. He wasn't acting like his usual self around the sergal, though. Haul even left him alone to fix the landos...
Wait, he was alone...! If he wanted to escape, now would be the perfect chance.
But...escape to where?
The station wasn't that large, and it'd be foolish to try and hide in any ship bound anywhere. Plus, he knew the stories about the Renegade – some from his former coworkers, others from Haul himself. He knew that he was at risk by his lonesome. Some other mean, less kind pirate could simply kidnap him, and then Isaac would find himself as part of the slave trade, which both Duàn and the Federation seemed to turn a blind eye to.
Hmm... Less _kind_ pirate? In all honesty, he'd be hard-pressed to call Haul "kind" by any measure, but there was a semblance of trust that he seemed to share with the pirate. Maybe the nurse had been right that he should count himself lucky to be on his good side, given that he never got hurt by him. And if he tried to escape, who knows what Haul might do in his ire?
At least, the lemur could offer him protection from anyone else in here, even though he disagreed with his methods. But Isaac couldn't really reconcile the whole piracy thing with his self-image. Albeit, frankly, what other choice did he have...? This galaxy had used and mistreated him. Maybe it was time to own up his destiny from outside the system...
He finished soldering the golden plates back on the landing gear, making his patchwork invisible from afar. For the terrible choices he'd made in the past, at least he could still rely on his skills. He may not be a pirate, through and through, but an in-flight mechanic? Yeah, he could get behind that...
...Crap, now he was actually considering staying with Haul – if only for the rational benefits outweighing the negatives. At least he'd be untouchable with the meanest pirate around by his side, right?
Hmm... Now that he thought about it, the spaceship's entrance hatch was also busted, wasn't it? The lemur always had to slam it open and shut when moving around with him inside, and that could be a serious problem in the vacuum of space. Perhaps Haul wouldn't mind it if Isaac spent a few more minutes fixing that, too...
---
"What took ya so fuckin' long?!" was how Haul greeted him back when he entered his room. He was sprawled on his large bed, with a mug of booze in his paw and fully naked – though the sight hardly fazed Isaac by now.
"I was also fixing the hatch", he answered dryly. "It could become a problem down the line."
"Yeh, sure..."
"I also saw some internal electricals that could do with some maintenance. The cargo hold especially would bene–"
He stopped talking when Haul slowly opened his legs. So much for being unfazed – the revealed sight of that pink vent between those chubby thighs stirred something within him.
"I got some 'maintenance' fer ya right here, Lil' Papa... Keh-heh~." And he took another sip of his mug, though his face was obscured by his expansive belly.
Isaac's heart skipped a beat. He realized why Haul wasn't pushing him around like in their first fuck. He wanted him, body _and_ soul. Deep down, perhaps the pirate craved affection – his affection. Not so different from him and his needs, punctuated by the swelling beneath his overalls.
For the first time, he felt glad that he was now a divorced man.
Getting rid of his Mikreeononian get-up, he approached Haul. Avoiding the legs – for now –, he circled around the bed, closer to the white face with black rings around orange eyes. Turning to the mug on the nightstand, he grabbed it and took some long gulps of its liquid courage.
As he placed the strong drink back down, he let out a surprised yip when one of Haul's bulky paws grabbed around his dick poking out of its sheath. The boarish primate was as gentle as he could be, carefully pumping the pink flesh between his thick fingers. The sergal was already sweaty from the minor exertion earlier, but the alcohol entering his bloodstream and the warmth exuding from Haul's hand only increased the heat that he felt.
Then, as if possessed by a romantic spirit, he suddenly leaned forward, and made out with the lemur.
Compared to kissing his ex-wife, it was a real breeze. It turns out that sergals' long snouts simply weren't made for intraspecies smooching. Haul's lips, however, were much more inviting. Maybe it was just the alcohol already taking effect, but any second thoughts he may have had never arrived, even after they parted lips.
"I-I wanna fuck you now... Daddy." The words came to him automatically, and Haul simply smirked and nodded.
Isaac hopped around the bed, taking in his partner's massive body before positioning himself between his legs and bushy tail. He couldn't deny how sexy the lemur was, especially with his corpulent curves. So plump and soft, and big enough to abscond him from the outside world...
Given how slender he was compared to Razor, he thankfully didn't have to push those fat legs aside to get the job done. Better yet, his needy shaft plunged into the glistening slit effortlessly. Both of them shuddered and gasped, and the sergal was surprised that Haul could feel his considerable erection, given their relative sizes. But this time, he felt that he was in control, especially over his own pleasure. And he wanted to rut him, like the mule had done so many times before. He'd been so jealous of him for so long, and now, he'd get his chance.
The lemur whimpered when Isaac thrust in and out, scraping the tip of his cock against his G-spot. His tunnel pulsed tightly – the effects of the pills were gone already. Now, he wanted to be filled again, by his hot seed and much more.
Isaac, meanwhile, was too focused on making up for all the fucks they could've had in the last couple of weeks. Humping rabidly, possessively, his svelte hips slapping against Haul's flabby skin as he got drenched in those familiar juices once again... He could feel the folds ceding ground, slackening as he speared ever deeper, until he couldn't last any longer.
Driving it as far in as he could, the sergal hugged the prominent belly tightly, keeping himself glued to Haul's vulva as his tip all of his seed. He could feel the contractions of his moaning partner from within and outside, rumbling his smaller body.
The lemur also made a huge mess of himself. He watched the cute expression that Isaac made in his simultaneous orgasm, from his face poking just over the top of his belly. In all fairness, Haul thought, he was as good in bed as he was in his womb. He certainly wouldn't mind having more moments like this...
The sergal finally moved back once he was done releasing his spunk, touching his digitigrade feet back to the ground. However, he still wasn't done – there was one last thing to try out, and this time, it'd be on his own terms.
He brought his fingers closer to that vent level with his eyes, spreading the opening to reveal the mixture of white and clear fluids.
"What are ya–oHH...!!"
Before the pirate could finish, he threw his head back when Isaac's paws plunged into his tunnel. The walls contracted, letting him feel the contour of the forearms intruding his flesh. But once the pressure diminished, they traveled even deeper, causing him to spasm all over again.
Already elbow-deep, the mechanic could feel the pull of Haul's gaping and squishy hole. Not simply physically, either. There was a new allure in his mind of going into the lemur's core. He knew that the pleasure he could provide within would be unparalleled.
Maybe this was a mistake. After all, he'd subject himself to his partner's whims once again. Or maybe this was another way of exercising some measure of control, in a twisted Pavlovian sense.
Or more likely, this is what he truly wanted, a dark fantasy he never knew he had before. Haul's squirms were certainly nudging him to finish what he'd started.
It didn't take long for most of his arms to disappear. His head would be next. He positioned his angled snout against the opening, pushing it in and stretching his arms outward. Another long whine from his predator followed, while his vision turned pink. Ahead of him, his front paws partially disappeared between the layers of flesh, with star-shaped folds guiding his sight to the point of interest at the back. He got hard again, pulling energetically on the lubricious walls to guide him deeper.
"Ffffuck, m-MPHF~!" He moaned again as his engorged midriff had started to noticeably bulge out. "Yeh... G-Get in me, L-Lil' Papa...! HAAAAGH!!"
Another climax rocked his body, with a contraction strong enough to momentarily pull Isaac a few inches off the ground. Still, once he regained his footing, he continued to push the rest of his chest in. He wasn't sure if Haul was already having yet another consecutive orgasm – the incessant yelling seemed to indicate so –, but if it helped with loosening the cervix for his entry, then he would welcome as many as he could withstand.
Surely enough, his fingers penetrated the second entrance with ease. His predator's womb wanted him again, by the looks of it. It called to him; that tight, smooth sac that he'd been stuck in until not long ago. He wanted to be the one to fill it again, and sag out Haul's juicy belly once again.
His hips passed the labia, and he still had halfway of a crawl ahead of him. With his paws as an anchor in the uterus, the lemur's contractions were finally being helpful rather than a hindrance. With a bit more effort, his head finally slipped into the next chamber – and the sweeter smell of the womb was intoxicatingly nostalgic.
Haul felt as the last of the sergal's legs kicked the air, shuffling to find more room in his sanctum. The blue tail followed the rest, getting slurped by his pussy much as everything else. He could feel his womb expanding from inside, satiating a need that only Isaac could. With all the orgasms and sensations, he couldn't have been happier that the sergal would feed himself so willingly...
"Hnngh, almosttt– HUF!" One final squirt came from his legs when he felt his cervix close up again, sealing Isaac where he belonged. "Mrrf... All mine again, Lil' Papa~."
Isaac, meanwhile, was too busy panting to respond. His paw wrapped around his spent cock, he reached his climax again in no time. With less seed to spare, it was _certainly_ more potent than the last. Weird though it was, this was the best sex he'd ever had.
And, at least this time, he had an ace up his sleeve to get out of this situation if he wanted.
"Y-You know..." He recovered his breath. "...that you'll have to let me out... so I can keep working on the Centaurus...?"
"Yeh, yeh. T'ose pills really come in handy fer t'at. 'Sides, I don't mind doin' it all over again wit'ya, keh-heh~."
"D-Deal..."
His whole world shifted at once, and Isaac immediately recognized that Haul was getting up from his bed. As the lemur readjusted to the shift in his center of mass, he waddled out of his suite, leaving a trail of his dripping juices along the floor.
"And as good as ya feel in t'ere, I can't go on a job like t'is. Speakin' of, Daddy t'inks it's about time we get off t' ground, eh? I had enough o' t' Renegade fer a lifetime."
With a smirk, the naked lemur plopped down on the pilot's seat, squishing the clean cushion under his messy crotch. It was large enough to accommodate his whole stature, but it lacked any self-cleaning functionality. Maybe he could convince Isaac to clean it for him, as part of their bargain.
"Y'know," he pressed on his belly, "ya'll hafta pick a new name once ya can afford a new ID. And I was t'inkin' how it's tradition – in t' _real_ pirate code, ya see – that anot'er pirate picks it out fer ya. So... What about Papa?"
"The pirate tradition, huh..." There was no going back now. Even if he was just an accomplice, he'd be branded a pirate forevermore. "I-I guess Papa is fine. It's certainly an upgrade from what you've been calling me so far."
"Keh."
Haul pulled the controls back, and his ship got off the ground. With the flawless landing gear tucking itself in the bottom compartment, he accelerated out of the hangar, leaving the station and entering the vastitude of space.

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- long-term endo
- gay sex
- daddy play
next: big-haul-part-2
---
'RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE ...'

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username: Bad Manners
sofurrybeta: https://sofurrybeta.com/u/BadManners
weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~BadManners
twitter: https://twitter.com/BadManners__
mastodon: https://meow.social/@BadManners
bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/badmanners.xyz
preferredLink: ~

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</Fragment>
<div
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class="grid grid-cols-1 flex-col bg-stone-200 text-stone-800 md:grid-cols-[18rem_1fr] md:flex-row dark:bg-stone-800 dark:text-stone-200 print:bg-none"
>
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>
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loading="eager"
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width={192}
/>
<span class="p-name mb-6 mt-4 text-3xl font-semibold">Bad Manners</span>
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<li>
<a class="u-url text-link group" href="https://badmanners.xyz/" data-age-restricted rel="me">
<IconHome width="1.25rem" height="1.25rem" class="order-1 inline align-text-top" />
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</div>
</nav>
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class:list={[className, "ml-0 w-full max-w-6xl px-2 pb-28 pt-4 md:px-4 lg:px-8 print:pb-0"]}
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