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Hearth Star: A Long Holiday

By Psion

A Hearth Star Story

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The Hearth Star, a massive plodding worldship ruled by the piratical lupine Wuffs. A mobile artificial planet the size of a large moon, the Star hosted a number of support facilities that were used to launch countless pirate raids upon the known galaxy. Not only did it allow the Wuffs to make a name for themselves as some of the most vicious raiders in the galaxy but it also made the somewhat unintelligent sapients a proverbial fortune supporting the endeavors of other pirates across the galaxy. Down in the lower decks, rebellious human slaves carved out a meager existence for themselves as they plotted to overthrow the Hearth's current masters and take over the ship.

An epic tale to be sure and also the furthest thing from Kabang's mind as she finished docking with the Hearth Star and began unloading plunder taken from numerous worlds in the Galactic Republic. Her light frigate, the Cutpurse, was alive with robotic crewmen hurrying to unload and divide up her cargo. A chest of valuable gems to what passed for a bank on this ship, a handful of various durable cargos to be sent to storage down in the Trove until she could find a buyer on the ship to take them, and all the plundered edibles to be transferred to her Star-side penthouse by the first available robotic courier. As her personally assembled crew of loyal automatons went about their ordered tasks, Kabang disembarked her ship. The cold metal echoed with the percussion of heavy, lumbering foot falls as the weighty machine mistress waddled aboard the Hearth Star.

Standing at a modest five-foot-six and nearly as wide at the hip, the red-furred vixen waddled with a broad sway to her comically dainty black-booted step. Elastic tan pantloons were worn tight, giving the appearance of a pair of trousers struggling to hold in an awe-inspiring amount of rump and seemingly one second away from a wardrobe malfunction. Her blood red waistcoat had an infinitely easier job holding in the mammoth vixen, above the waist her figure tapered off into a plump abdomen before becoming crowned by a respectable pair of D-cup breasts. Green eyes regarded her cavernous surroundings with a hungry glint as she shook her head playfully, making her long black ponytail whip around as she finished overseeing the unloading. Time to return to her penthouse and let the help know she was home then see about getting some good food.

Her hips swayed with the rocking motion of a ship at sea as the vixen space pirate ambled along, vulpine nose and eyes picking up the smells and sights of the Mead Halls. The commercial and entertainment levels of the ship were basically one endless neon-lit bar, brothel, and buffet for visiting pirates. Shops, hotels, and drug dens were managed by a combination of human slaves and robotic servants, both kinds of labor the Wuffs clearly liked to beat on. Prefabricated vending units and all manner of custom-built buildings clogged the cavernous Mead Halls, forming a venerable maze of virtually every pleasure imaginable. Finally her nose picked up the scent of what she was looking for, just what she needed to start her vacation.

In a relatively obscure corner of the Halls, one that had been largely forgotten about if the garbage crunching beneath her black boots was any indication, was a small prefabricated kitchen with gaudy illuminated signage in Universal. The smell of cooking meats drew her closer just as a clattering of metal utensils echoed in the alleyway. That did not sound like business as usual for her favorite sausage vendor...

Hand on her pistol as she threaded her broad hips through the narrow automatic door, Kabang squeezed inside the constricted confines of the metal hut. From wall to wall, the building was barely an inch wider then she was. There was barely enough room for the unconscious human cook on the floor and his equipment, let alone her or the two Wuff toughs currently bludgeoning him with shock mauls.

"Stupid human. You think you're so smart hiding from us, not so smart now?" One laughed stupidly as he raised his metal club again to strike the barely breathing man, stopping mid-swing as he finally noticed Kabang. "Hey fatazz, you're blocking the door!"

The vixen pressed a button and closed the door behind her, defiantly pressing her voluminous backside against the sealed portal with a predatory smile. "Why yes, yes I am. Took you long enough to notice me considering I'm taking up a quarter of the kitchen." The broad pirate laughed back as she eyed up the two Wuff brutes. No tribe insignia meaning these two had yet to earn their way into one of the various barbaric Wuff tribes or kept their allegiance hidden for reasons that probably would make no sense to anyone except other Wuffs. No matter, there was only one way these two were going to get through her...

Kabang's shock blaster echoed with a deafening "Bzzap!" of electricity as one Wuff was paralyzed, falling to the floor in a heap next to his target; his friend, the heckler who sagely noted her spatial dimensions, swung at her face with his fist instead of his weapon, that was his last mistake.

Opening her mouth wide, the vixen gently bit down on her attacker's arm as his fist effortlessly slide down her throat. Taken by surprise by her choice of tactics, the Wuff dropped his weapon and reached in to try and pull his arm out. With both arms in her mouth, she swallowed down to his shoulders, lupine and vulpine faces centimeters from each other before she lifted her prey up with a mighty gulp and swallowed down to his waist, stripping him of his shield belt in one fluid motion. Idiots, she once successfully swallowed an entire Orac calf whole just to collect a wager, she could easily devour a scrawny Wuff punk. Indeed, one last strong slurp and he was gone, nothing more then a bulge in her belly on a slow and agonizing journey to her glorious hindquarters. Why there was even room left for his friend, she realized with a malicious smile as she unbuttoned her waist coat and let her bloated white-furred belly hang beautifully bare.

Regaining control of his motor functions, the other Wuff attempted to escape. Unfortunately she was just too much vixen for him to get around. Hip pressing him against the wall near the door, she licked her chops greedily as she eyed up her second course. "Stupid Wuffs, you digest so easily." She snickered, reaching towards her pinned prey to rejoin him with his friend.

"Wait, why you help this humie?" The squished lupine asked frantically, clearly trying to delay the inevitable.

"What, do you really need some unnecessarily drawn out explanation? Fine, once upon a time that cook on the floor was born in a human country named 'Deutschland.' At some point in his life he immigrated to another land called 'America' and spent a great deal of time in the human cities of New York and Chicago. Along the way he learned about delicious human delicacies called 'sausage' and 'hot dogs,' which he brought with him aboard the Hearth Star when you enslaved him. The end of his story is a piece of gastronomical bliss that has been the first thing past my lips every time I come back to the Star... except for this time of course." She enlightened her prey, giving her squirming stomach a gentle rub.

The Wuff blinked as the wheels slowly began to creak into motion. "You're eating us because we beat up your favorite junk food vendor?" He asked incredulously.

Kabang didn't answer his question at first; stripping him of the things she couldn't digest and swallowing him headfirst. As the second Wuff landed in her stomach and caused her bloated middle to bulge down past her crotch, she smiled and belched. "Yes -URP!-, yes I am." She replied to her distended abdomen with a cruel grin.

Hiding the pilfered gear in between her sprawling rump cheeks, the vixen backed out of the kiosk with a surprising amount of dexterity just as her favorite cook started to stir. He'd live but he wouldn't be in much shape to make anything for the immediate future. No matter, she suddenly wasn't all that hungry anyway....

Returning to the main thoroughfare, the mammoth pirate machinist finished walking to her penthouse in the Mead Halls. Established in a surprisingly organized apartment block, for Wuff construction at least, this centralized neighborhood of luxury homes was erected right in the middle of the Mead Halls. Here, the wealthiest pirates owned lavished dwellings as befitting their successful careers as marauders. Kabang's apartment was no different; her previous profession as a lingerie model for Wyde Lode Fashions did as much for developing a taste for the finer things in life as it did to pay for her schooling as a robotics engineer and give her the seed money for her new home. Luxury furnishings, a kitchen that would be the envy of any Rubent chef, and an obedient attendent that would do anything she commanded...

Kristen was tidying up when her mistress waddled through the automatic double doors; the human apartment slave blushed and clearly hurried through the rest of her chores. Kabang smirked as she watched her work. With a cybernetic chip implanted over a vital point in her central nervous system, one that would deliver a deliberating electrical shock if she did any more then think about escaping the range of the transmitter concealed somewhere within the apartment, the black-haired human was quite literally as much a part of the apartment as the furniture and forced to serve as cook, maid, and even sex toy for whoever owned the apartment. There were doubtlessly millions of citizens within the Galactic Republic that would be in an uproar about this but Kabang was not one of them. Used to have people wrapped around her finger, the bottom-heavy vixen was enamored by the idea of someone being required to even have sex with her on command. Still, that didn't mean she didn't have certain standards when it came to how the help was treated, standards that ultimately lead to the overfed Kristen being an oddity amongst the usually starved apartment slaves.

"Kristen, come with me." The vixen ordered after she pulled her pilfered trinkets out from their hiding place, put them in a nearby closet, and finished unbuttoning her waistcoat, leaving her belly and breasts exposed to the cool, climate-controlled air of her luxury penthouse.

The chubby human obediently followed her mistress into the bedroom. Flopping on top of the made bed, her bloated belly rising above her like a miniature mountain, the vixen calmly intoned her next request. "I need a belly rub." Kabang insisted, gesturing to her groaning abdomen and the Wuffs feebly struggling inside it.

Practiced hands soon found purchase on the vixen's drum tight stomach, soothing muscles and causing her prey to fight their fate one last time. Kristen didn't flinch from this, already familiar with her owner's appetites and happy to do anything that hurt the Wuffs, her hands maintained their dutiful position as they coaxed and massaged Kabang's stomach through the labored process of digestion. Soon the struggling subsided and the lady pirate let out a boisterous belch as her stomach made room. Gently kissing her mistress's belly button, the plump thrall curled up by her owner's side, continuing to rub with her free hand as she snuggled against Kabang.

The vixen managed a rare genuine smile before focusing on business. Fondling the human female's fat bottom, Kabang asked for a summary of what had happened to the household while she was away. Kristen gave her all the important details, her rent remained the same, a couple neighbors she never really liked had either forfeited their leases or had been arrested by the Republic, and the luxury foods she sent by courier had arrived ahead of her and were already loaded into the pantry. The vixen smiled and gave her loyal slave an affectionate pat on the rump. Kristen was without a doubt the apartment's best feature. Good at cleaning, adept at managing the house while Kabang was away, and an excellent masseuse. The vixen's robot chef was better at cooking but she had to admit it was a close tie between the machine and the human some days. A far cry from the state the penthouse thrall was in when Kabang first moved in, but that was a story for another time. Right now it was time to take care of the empty space in her stomach that Kristen's massage freed up...

The Bloated Orac was a favorite tavern of hers, massive tankards of ale served with thick, juicy steaks. It was a glutton's paradise founded by a pirate that managed to retire before either the IPA or the Star Corps caught up with him, popular with all the heavyweight brigands that crowded aboard the Hearth Star. Sitting on a sturdy bench carved from a purple alien tree, her rump squished and spread across it like a giant ball of dough as she ate. On her plate, a huge sizzling slab of well-done Orac steak with a generous side of tubers. In her hand, a mug as big as her head and full of dark ale. Washing down huge bites of tenderly cooked steak with a cold brew, she felt her stomach bulge again as that warm, comforting lump of food inside her swelled up once more.

As the wooden bench creaked slightly in protest of her growing weight, Kabang leaned back and admired the cleared plate as she drained the last of her liquor. In about twenty minutes she'd be back at her apartment, getting her most prominent assets rubbed down by Kristen's gentle touch. Already the huge-bottomed vixen was imagining herself lying on her stomach, those delicate hands sinking into her soft adipose tissue before working their way up her back and down her thighs... Plunder merchant freighters and wealthy businessfurs then spend her earnings on a few months of luxury and excess? Pirates really did have the best job in the galaxy.