Bountiful

*2 8 2 is lost in a galaxy far, far away, oh no!

*Jackal Swift gonna have to bring aboard, cash in that bounty…

*2 8 2 is wanted for: Mass mind control, suspected apocalyptic growth shenanigans, pickpocketing, and a litany of minor crimes (including 'godmodding', whatever that is)

*Jackal Swift gets out a pair of shackles to bring the gardevoir in! Clearly dangerous, have to ensure she doesn't try anything on the young bounty hunter while they're all alone together in a rickety starship…!

*2 8 2 smiles down at him, seemingly unperturbed by her three-fingered hands being locked together. Another crime she's charged of? Nudism. And with her size, it's hard not to look at her massive, wobbling udders, her fat, pale-green nipples capped with sweet-smelling milk, like liquid candy. Or the faintly gleaming slit between her legs. Her eyes glow faintly red, her tantalizing smile staring into Jackal's soul. You're really going to bring me in? she coos into his head, more amused than anything else. _{Amused and aroused.}

*Jackal Swift was trying his best to be a good hunter right now, even if he was failing spectacularly not to ogle that curvy naked body before him. He tried to hide some of his face with that big ol' hat, but the blush was clear as day, as was how his snug pants did little to hide the sizeable bulge in them that twitched at her gaze. "You're a big catch, I can't just, turn that down. Stop, uh- lookin' at me like that…" He tried to turn his back to sit in the cockpit, but, poor rookie was all flustered.

*2 8 2 's crotch being basically at head height for the little bounty hunter certainly didn't help! _{And if it wasn't, she floated just right to make it so.} Are you sure? she teased, reaching out with a telekinetic, invisible hand and sliding ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable, against that twitching bulge. I can offer something that's worth way more than any bounty. Priceless, even.

*Jackal Swift murmured softly at that little brush. _{"Nh… What'n tarnation…"} Before he usually had a senior bounty hunter with him to sort of show him the ropes, but he had no idea how to handle… this! He nibbled onto his lip a tiny bit, trying not to overheat where he now sat. "What, ah, you tryn'a offer?"

*2 8 2 's touch, invisible though it was, became more clear, stronger. Working into his pants, gently resting against the back of his head. I can help you. Train you. You can touch the Force, you know that? Not like me or like a Jedi, but I can feel it, cowboy. She giggled, smiling from her bound up spot. Though maybe coming closer. And besides, don't you want me?~

*Jackal Swift was terrible at lying, as in he couldn't really bring himself to when it came down to it. Especially not when his body was being much more honest, shivering from every invisible brush. _"…Yes." It was against his better judgment, but with a click of the button, the cuffs undid themselves. The gardevoir had free reign…

*2 8 2 's reaction was instant. Silently, she floated across the gap and pushed her massive, matronly form into Jackal's body. Smothering him in the chair, bending down over him. Her breasts, rich and milky and tempting, flattening against his face, while her lower body ground into his chest and his hips, that dripping pussy achingly close to his rock hard cock. _{Maybe even bigger than normal, thanks to the Gardevoir's meddling.} Her hands wrapped around the back of his chair, squeezing him close, drowning him in the sea of her overwhelming bosom as she hummed a sweet, soothing tune….

*Jackal Swift almost immediately ground himself up against her, that feverish libido of his completely helpless to resist her body. Cloth was the only thing keeping that hard, massive cock from pushing in right away, but he worked his hips up like he was trying his best in vain. His hands groped at her sides, her ass, everything like he had been pent up for far too long. His hat falls off while he goes and kisses and licks at those heaving breasts like some kind of hungry animal, clearly curious to sample the gardevoir's milk right from the source.

*2 8 2 decadently moaned into his mind as he fell for her charms, completely and utterly. His hands sunk into her luscious, exotic body, her ass in particular an endless cushion swallowing up his fingers as she writhed lightly into his attentions. She leaned forward and let him lap and suck and nurse at those wobbling, jiggling orbs, rewarding his hunger and attention with steady doses of that absurdly thick, rich fluid. It tasted like it smelled. Like candy. Sweet, thick, hot candy, sliding down his tongue and into his stomach and inflaming his body and mind even further as the alien cocktail spread through his system…

*Jackal Swift growled in delight as he dug right in, suckling down and filling himself up on that opulent milk while his need only grew what felt like three times over. It was impossible to keep himself still, shivering and groping against her, needing to use all of his willpower to go and pull down the front of those cowboy pants so that his aching cock could finally be free. From the gardevoir's influence, and his own desperate want, he ended up endowed to the point of properly befitting that massive body despite his young age. Groaning softly, he would be trying to claim that juicy cunt, only to grind the throbbing length back and forth just outside it, probably needing a bit of a hand to get it in the right place…~

*2 8 2 was more than willing to give him that hand, letting out a rare audible sigh as he nursed from her seemingly addictive milk supply. That absurdly immense cock, now revealed, was perfectly sized for the towering Gardevoir's slit, itself dripping more than ever. Mm, trying to give me a few eggs? she teased, finally bringing her hand down to his aching manhood. Her hips worked gently along with her fingers to line the tip with her hungry cunt, and then, she ever so carefully lowered her body down, groaning in delight as it sunk home…

*Jackal Swift twitched hard at the idea of giving her eggs, clearly that pervert boy had a thing for knocking big women up, and as inch after inch was pushed in to spread that alien honeypot he let his eyes roll up as he pulled off of the teat, purring out loud while she took it all in. There'd only be a moment or two to just enjoy the presence, as with his hands on her hips, he did his best to bounce the much larger gardevoir right in his lap and fuck her raw in the cockpit of his ship. "Nnnnhhhhhgh~" There was total bliss on his silly face, as every slap and pap made even the little spurs on his boots jingle each and every time.

*2 8 2 put her size and powers to good use. With her abilities to levitate, she didn't even need leverage. She could just slide down his cock, slamming her massive hips against his own and pounding his swollen, needy balls with her rear, feeling his cock bump right up against her womb. Then she pulled up without even using her hands, spraying stray milk over his face and his shirt, groaning lustfully as she bounced up and down on the lucky little cowboy!

*Jackal Swift had inbound a call from the bounty giver for this subject 282 pop up, pending some kind of response from him, and yet he didn't even pay attention enough to notice it while he was enjoying the finest alien pussy in this entire sector. All the milky mess and love juices that were staining them, he would worry about that another time. Making the gardevoir ride that enormous mast was all that mattered, and soon enough the cowboy whined and cooed while she wrung out the first of what would probably be several loads, a belly-swelling barrage hit straight into that unprotected and fertile womb to make that interspecies breeding complete.

*2 8 2 slyly popped the communicator on and slid the earpiece up to Jackal's ear, even as the tremble of orgasm made her body shiver and writhe. Tell them whatever you want, darling, she teased, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, rocking gently against his hips and closing her eyes as his load lightly bloated her unprotected, well-impregnated womb, sloshing with the gentlest and most tantalizing swells of her stomach. And he had so much more to milk out. Just as long as you keep breeding me~

*Jackal Swift couldn't quite believe it, but knowing there was someone on the other side of the line just made that rod of his swell in delight, having a stupid grin on his face as he went to pinching those hefty breasts and smacking that plump ass nice and loud. "Hnngf~ Sorry, boss, but-" Pump went his hips, excess seed being forced to gush while driving into the snug slit. "- I think I'm abandoning the job, you'd, understand if you were here~" He didn't even bother paying attention to the response, as he lost himself into enjoying that matronly body in the cramped ship.

*2 8 2 giggled into his head, letting the boss rant and rave and sputter in disbelieve or… whatever they were doing. She hardly cared. Her moans echoed into Jackal's mind, the SMACK on her immense ass making her squirt again, drowning his rod in juices as she rode him into his chair. She let her eyes roll back, tongue hanging out in playful bliss as she returned some of the favor - telekinetic touch worshiping his gurgling balls, teasing them into bloating her swelling stomach even further against his boyish chest. She even used her power to lightly tease at his own ass, sly little fingers questing deep into that backdoor~ Mmm, s-such a good boy, m-make sure you give me every last d-drop~ To be sure you've, ngh, knocked me up as much as you can~

*Jackal Swift responded in kind, getting so worked up in their mating frenzy that those nuts began to clench up again, but this time tighter and harder, as his heartbeat raced and dripping crown began to twitch more and more. The gardevoir wasn't just milking him normally, she was getting the biggest creampie he could give her, wringing him dry as he muffled his cries right into her bosom, and shot rope after heavy, thick rope deep inside. If she was pregnant already, he was ensuring there would be a clutch of a good dozen or two for her to carry, nearly passing out while his body gave every last virile drop it had.

*2 8 2 already looked pregnant, swollen and bloated. And yet, she thirsted for more. More, until she'd emptied those huge, pent-up nuts. More, until the bounty hunter was too sore to move and his cock was shooting blanks. More, until the sheer absurd weight of her belly and the pressure of his cum made getting any more in impossible. All of those things and more. She was relentless, gasping and shuddering and squeezing each shot out. It felt like he was knotted in her pussy, trapped inside and unable to escape, barely a single drop of overwhelmingly needy sperm wasted. Her breasts and milk comforted and soothed him as she pinned him into her chair, time fading away with every rope forced out of his well-used rod…

*Jackal Swift would more or less fall asleep like that, entirely in the arms of the criminal gardevoir after she bred herself atop him, a doofy smile on his face while he drifts into the sweetest dreams without even bothering to pull out. It was way more comfy like this.