Cruising through across space abord the FaT Wyrdsun, Starblind the Stunky is undertaking an important mission... the task? To deliver miscellaneous goods across the galaxy. The problem is, the Stunky is currently wandering through an Asteroid field, a perfect place for nefarious pirates to hide out; Pirates who have a cunning plan to rob the next unsuspecting victim... involving air hoses and vacuums...

A piece I've been working on from time to time, involving some of my minor fetishes that I wanted to put together into a little piece of prose. Primarily consisting of Clothing / Suit Inflation and Vore (involving Sugophilia in particular). I hope you enjoy!

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“Ahh, nothing like a hot chocolate to take your mind off the monotony of Space travel.” The words were spoken by a rather fat Stunky, their fur a deep blue in place of the normal purple. Wrapping his lips around the metal rim, he took a small mouthful, before almost immediately spitting it back into the mug. “Ahh! Ow, still way too hot!” Placing the mug back on the table, he gave it a few tentative blows, the rich brown surface rippling with miniature waves. Long trails of steam licked from the surface, curling up towards the ceiling and the myriad of exposed pipes and ducting located there.

His light blue eyes followed the trails, standing out quite well in the cooler air of the canteen. Tapping his fingers on the table, he glanced around, already more than familiar with the interior and furniture. Rubbing his eyes, he let out a long yawn, before pushing his chair out and standing up. “Alright, I’d best be getting back to the cockpit… and stare mindlessly at the monitors for a few hours.” Grabbing the cup he slowly walked his way towards the doors, letting it slide open automatically, giving him access to the main access hallway of the FaT Wyrdsun.

It wasn't particularly glamorous. Much like how the kitchen had been, exposed pipe work, cabling and duct work clung to every inch of wall and roof space. Dim lighting buzzed around, providing just enough lighting to navigate by. Illuminated signs pointed out the location of various rooms, the internal bulbs flickering every so often. The Stunky glanced at them, a sigh pushing from his lips. “Great, just another thing that needs to be replaced when I get into dock. Trust Falcondri to make these things out of the cheapest components they can find.”

His steps rang off the metal deck plating, the rest of his body jiggling and wobbling with every footfall he made. He was far below a conventional level of fitness, he knew that to some degree. He, however, was in denial about how extensive that was. What he referred to as a chubby body, was closer to obese in actuality. A wide belly puffed out from his middle in a great apron of fat. This was complimented by a broad backside, each cheek a veritable cushion that jiggled like a bowl of pudding. All of this, including his wide arms and legs, was contained within a rubbery jumpsuit.

A dark, dull purple in colour, the stretchy material easily conformed to his body, doing little to hide his body shape. A set of darker bands of purple ran under his arms and around the tops of his shoulders, looking a bit like a hi-visibility jacket. A pair of grey gloves fitted snugly to his hands, an identically coloured pair of boots on his feet. A grey belt looped around his middle, slightly squeezing his belly and love handles, a few tools hooked onto it. Lastly, the Stunky’s name had been printed out onto suit in white lettering, a few of the letters beginning to peel. ‘Starblind’.

He grunted, slurping at the mug, barely able to tolerate the heat as he drank a small mouthful. The taste was, as usual, highly artificial. But he was used to it by now, using the stuff for as long as he had. “Hmm… I need to set a reminder to get a high quality mix when possible, hopefully it’ll make these longhaul cargo jobs more tolerable.” Trudging down the hall, he wandered into the cockpit. Easing himself into the pilot's chair, Starblind let his eyes wander across the various displays. Screens and screens full of important information surrounded him on all sides.

One showed off the integrity of the hull, one showed off engine temperature and fuel levels, another, a projected map of the surrounding space. Glancing towards it, he took in the local area of space; mostly empty vacuum, though a long procession of misshapen objects stretched across the display in a line. An asteroid field, Starblind's eyes raised a touch. It was a touch concerning, though with how nimble and manoeuvrable the Wyrdsun was, moving around them wouldn’t be an issue. “It will slow me down a bit, but I'm sure the autopilot can handle it.” Sipping his drink, he let his eyes move over to the monitor concerning the cargo hold. An extensive manifest flash across the panels, highlighting dozens and dozens of pallets and crates packed full of goods.

The main whole reason he was here… being a glorified delivery boy. He snorted, folding his arms as he leaned back into his chair. “What I wouldn’t do to be on an exploration mission right now, checking out uncharted worlds and alien biomes. That's why I signed up for work with Falcondri Transgalactic in the first place… not to babysit boxes all day.” He drummed his fingers on the arm rest, letting out a sigh. “But… It's easy work for the pay at least, just let the autopilot do the flying, and I can just relax. Maybe I should take up a new hobby, give me something more productive to do other than walk about and eat.”

It was safe, for sure, compared to having to outrun alien megafauna. Safer than traversing toxic environments and radioactive wastes. But that didn’t mean it was completely without risk. Once outside an inhabited star system, space quickly became rather lawless. Such a vast, empty space couldn't feasibly be patrolled by military or constabulatory ships. In such an environment, criminal activity was sure to thrive, in particular piracy. They very much enjoyed hanging around known routes of travel, laying in wait for oblivious travellers to stumble into their clutches. In particular, they enjoyed hanging around areas that provided natural chokepoints and speedbumps… such as an asteroid field.

Though his eyes were fixed onto the consoles, looking through all manner of technical data and readouts, the ship's sensors failed to notice a huge lozenge shaped craft cruising overhead. Compared to the Wyrdsun, it was at least four times as long and three times as wide. Like a shark swimming in the deep, it silently glided through the vacuum, its massive engines emitting only minimal power. Taking advantage of the Wyrdsun’s slow, erratic course it charted through the veritable minefield of rocks, it kept pace with ease. The crew aboard were working feverishly, bringing systems to bare and preparing equipment. On the underside, several dishes and projectors unfurled, spinning around to point towards the Wyrdsun.

Energy cracked along the length of the projectors, culminating at the tip in a ball of green, crackling light. Then, silently, it pulsed outwards. In mere moments, the dull green beam connected to the Wyrdsun. Slowly, a thin membrane of green began to enwrap the smaller vessel. Crawling over the hull, every inch of metal was enveloped, forming into a bubble that suspended the Wyrdsun within.

A sudden lurch shoved Starblind forwards in his seat, his fingers just managing to grab onto the arm rests and stop himself from being thrown into the console. At the same instant, an alarm began blaring, alerts popping to life on the screens. “What the?” Starblind exclaimed, glancing up at the screens, his eyes widening as he drank in the information. “Wha… deceleration? How can we…” He paused, looking out of the window, noticing the green tinge space had taken on. Tapping on the keys, he brought the external cameras to life. Through the same swampy green haze, he saw the underside of the ship, its surface festooned with all manner of devices and bizarre appendages.

He stared, barely breathing… all the while watching as the ship seemed to grow larger. “No, no this can’t be happening. I’m getting pulled in!” Grabbing at the controls, he switched the autopilot off, pushing and adjusting the throttle and pitch of the engines. Around him, the Wyrdsun bucked and shook, vibrations rattling the hull as he struggled in its grip. The shaking grew so intense, the Stunky was forced to relent, afraid the entire ship would rip itself in half. Even so, he could see he hadn’t gained any ground. In fact, the ship loomed even closer, the tractor beams grip strengthening as he got closer.

Pushing himself upright, Starblind jogged out the room and down the corridor. Reaching to his hip, he pulled out an energy pistol. Thumbing the safety off, he felt the grip thrum as energy flooded into the charging coils. He hadn’t used it in quite some time, at least not in anger. But, well, things had changed. “This was supposed to be an easy gig… why do they have to pick on me right now? I don’t have time for this!” His boots clanged off the decking, his whole body jiggling with each step. Coming to the main intersection, Starblind lent against the wall, looking back and forth as he tried to figure out the enemy's next move.

Standing there in silence, he could feel the Wyrdsun bob and sway, swifting back and forth as the artificial gravity tried to compensate for the erratic motion. Then, everything was still. Silence hung in the air, only the slight sounds of the Stunkies breathing and the hum of the electronics breaking the calm. Then a loud clang bashed against the side of the hull, the whole vessel shaking as an identical impact banged off the opposite side. This was followed by several more impacts, though none were as violent as the first two. If he’d been able to see outside, he would have been able to see no fewer than eight robotic arms seizing various portions of the hull in their mechanical grip.

From the center of the pirate ship, a long block of metal descended downwards, slowly roaming across the rear portion of the vessel like a snake coiling to strike at a weak spot. Soon enough, it found its target. Another clang rang through the Wyrdsun, followed by a high pitched whine of metal grinding on metal. Drilling… something was drilling into the hull. “It's coming from the cargo hold!” Moving as fast as his legs could carry him, he rushed along the passageway. Prodding the release button, he watched as the door slowly trundled open, unveiling the cargo bay.

The room was certainly the largest on the vessel, or at least it was when it wasn’t full of cargo, that was. Dozens of pallets and crates packed to the gills with all manner of products were arranged across the floor. ‘A little bit of everything’, he’d been told when they were loading. Perishables, domestic goods, electronics, even some luxury items. It was all here, and all in great danger. The whining of the drill intensified, Starblind watching as a few stray wires came loose under the vibrations. Raising his weapon, the Stunky held it firm. “Come on… just try to come aboard my ship, just try to…” He stopped, watching as a drill bit burst through the ceiling. It was considerably smaller than what he was expecting, barely wider than his mug. The whirling tip stopped, drawing up and out of the clear hole it’d just made.

It was quickly replaced by a glossy, black rubber tube, the end tipped with a metal fixture. Starblind blinked, trying to make sense of it. More and more of its length was lowered inside, the end swaying back and forth like a serpent of some kind. Like a pendulum it rocked and swayed about, the end beginning to rise up, pointing towards him. A sudden hiss emitted from the end, Starblinds eyes widening, raising his arm across his nose. ‘Crap, gas! Why didn’t I bring my helmet?’ With his vision partially obscured, he was caught completely off guard as the hose lunged towards him. He watched it dart towards him out of his periphery, caught flat footed as he tried to raise his pistol. Off balance, his grip was suddenly lost as the hose slammed into his hand, sending his gun spinning end over end behind him.

Staggering, he couldn’t keep track of the pipe as it whipped around him, driving down towards his lower half. Trying to regain his balance, the hose swayed back and forth at his hip, searching for something… and then it found it. With a snap-pop, it lunged forward, latching onto a valve on the suit. All of a sudden, Star felt warm air rushing into the suit, brushing against his fur and against his butt. “W…what? N…No stop!” ‘Fwwwsssshhhhh!’ hissing filled the room, Starblind watching in horror as a series of large bulges pushed their way along the glossy black length of the tube. They pressed their way against the valve, squeezing their way inside, depositing a massive burst of air each time that spread around the inside.

The valve was there as a back up, just in case any air managed to work itself inside the suit, the wearer could theoretically open it up and remove any air pockets that may have gotten stuck below the airtight fabric. However, it could work in reverse as well, Starblind was becoming very much aware. Glancing to the side, he watched as his butt began to balloon outwards, pushing away from his fur further and further with each pump of the hose. Rounder and rounder, the purple fabric swelled and expanded, the air already flooding into his legs and rounding them out too. A tinge of red flushed into his cheeks as he pressed his hands against his enlarged rump, feeling the fabric squish beneath his grip.

“Nrrrggghh, gotta stop it!” Reaching behind him, his paws grasping for the hose. With where the valve was positioned, Star struggled to reach for it, his ballooned butt making his attempts exceedingly difficult. With some effort, he grabbed it, tugging and pulling as hard as he could. However, with his arm stretched as far as it was, the Stunky couldn’t find any leverage. Straining, his grip was suddenly broken as the fabric fwoomphed out further, knocking the hose out of his reach. Stumbling, he struggled to get his footing, his legs brushing against each other as any semblance of a thigh gap had been utterly obliterated by the swelling bulge of his suit legs. Both sides had puffed up to more than double their original width, the material wobbling and bouncing around as he managed to regain his footing.

Even with his large belly, his view of his feet was completely blocked by the swell of his pants, his butt ballooning to twice their regular size. Each nearly as big as a beach ball, the base of his tail getting lost and sunken down into his inflating pants. For a time, Starblinds belt had managed to contain the air to his lower half. Now, with the internal pressure growing and rising, the Stunky suddenly felt air beginning to work its way upwards. Air began to flow up his back and belly, the surface beginning to expand and inflate. No longer restricted, Star’s suit began to blow up like a purple weather balloon.

“Crap oh crap oh crap! No no… I can barely move anymore!” The whole torso of the suit began to round out together, every big bulge of air from the hose making the suit rounder and more spherical. Every portion of his legs and butt was fat with air, the rest of him rushing to catch up with the rapid inflation. His chest grew and grew, pulling away from his fur with an audible squeak and groan of rubber fabric. With a bwooommpph and a thwuummpp, he felt air pushing into the arms, both of them being forced out at an angle. These sounds added to the myriad of other noises currently filling his ears; the hissing of the hose as it continued its relentless stream of air and the creaking, stretching sound of the spacesuits material as it continued its relentless expansion, sounding not too dissimilar to that of a balloon.

His belt miraculously had remained on, the rubbery material allowing it to stretch out alongside his suit, though it sunk in slightly, digging into the curvature of the suit. Attempting to reach around for the hose was a fool's errand at this point. With his arms sticking out at a greater and greater angle by the moment, Starblind could only bend them slightly, and with great difficulty. Even if he could bend them, the valve was pushed so far out by his overinflated butt there was a zero percent chance he could even reach beyond the creaking swells of rubber to grasp at the hose that continued to merrily pump gallons of air into his suit. As it grew steadily bigger, his suit began to lose definition as the air sought out any space to flood into. The fabric around the arms pressed outwards, merging with the swell of his chest and belly, as did his legs, gradually turning the entire suit spherical.

A pathetic whine left Star's lips as he attempted to shuffle around, his legs forced outwards by the swell, forcing him into an awkward waddle. Barely able to look to the side, he watched in panic as the fabric pressed up against his gloved hands, and soon began to suck his hands inwards. The puffy purple fabric seemed to swallow his hands whole, trapped in a pair of divots. His head too was being squashed up, the rubbery fabric of the suit beginning to rise up around his chin, cheeks and hair. His tail was sinking further into the fabric, seemingly slurped up by the rubbery embrace of the material. Even his footwear was becoming swallowed, the size of his paws and his boots just about preventing them from disappearing. Focusing all his strength and effort into staying upright, he teetered, swaying back and forth, feeling the fabric bounce and wobble around.

Starblind moaned again, helpless to stop the insidious hose from ballooning him up. Forced to look upwards, he could hear the fabric begin to make ominous noises. Evidently, the suit was finally running out of stretch, material pushed to its limit. Squeeerrkkkk, Crrreeekkkk, Ggrrroooannn! He braced himself, feeling the pressure reaching its max, waiting for the inevitable, deafening explosion it’d make when it finally burst. It never came, however. In fact, the flow from the hose quickly stopped, the last trickles of air seeping in. After a second, a dull snap-pop could be heard as the hose disconnected itself from the valve. Star could feel the hose push back again, this time forcing the valve down, collapsing it into the fabric of the suit, leaving only a small divot behind. Snaking back and forth, it seemed to scan its surroundings for a few moments. Evidently satisfied, it retreated back up the hole it had come from, disappearing with a light thunk.

Any thought of peace for a moment was shattered as a louder, heavier grinding emitted from around the hole. Fat yellow sparks and shards of metals fell from the pilot hole, the whole room shaking under the intense force of the evidently much larger drill. Starblind wobbled in place, just about managed to keep his balance, a difficult task given his limbs were effectively locked in place. More of the ceiling furniture came loose, a sudden spray of coolant erupting from a ruptured pipe, the loose metal smacking into a section of detached lighting. The Stunky cringed, wondering if it would ever end, trying to shield himself the best he could. With a final Crrrashhh!!! of broken lighting, Star watched as a massive drill bit broke through. It was nearly twice as wide as a person, the set of whirling teeth already beginning to slow.

Retracting a moment later, it was replaced by a massive tube, a large flared plastic head at the end that was just as wide as the hole. Clinging to the rubbery exterior were two anthros, both dressed in space suits both of which were a strange patchwork of colours and styles haphazardly bonded together. The large tube landed against the floor of the cargo bay with a dull thud, the two passengers leaping off as it hit the floor. They waited a moment, before removing their helmets. The first of them was a short Zigzagoon, inquisitive eyes wandering around the room. The other was a Poochyena, significantly taller and bulkier than their comrade. Already their eyes had wandered over to the massive purple blimp, letting out a bark of amusement.

“Haha! Looks like the boss's plan worked perfectly! They’re completely immobile in that thing!” The Poochyena grinned, slowly wandering over to the sphere.

“Kehehehe! You said it!” Following their partners lead, the Zigzagoon walked up next to Starblind, the Stunky having lost sight of them as soon as they got close. “Damn, it’s like a wall of purple up close, it kinda feels like a bounce house!” Reaching out with their paws, they pushed against the suit-balloon, the slight motion causing Star to lose balance as he rolled back.

“H…hey! Stop doing that! Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my ship?” Starblind shouted, vainly trying to fight back against the motion, rolling slowly back and forth. The gentle rolling suddenly turned into a violent swivel, Starblind lurching as the suit was spun around. Laying suspended on his back, Star was forced to look upside down at the grinning Poochyena.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, blimp. You’re bigger than an obese snorlax… and probably about as mobile as one too!” Pressing a paw into the fabric, they squished at the inflated fabric, feeling a slight bit of bounce to it. “But I’ll throw you a bone Stunky, I am a very generous guy, and if a little information will set your mind at ease, how could I deny you such a request?”

“We’re pirates!” The Zigzagoon piped up, having hauled themselves atop a stack of crates. “I’m Pax, and they’re Zyl, and we’re here to steal allllll this stuff!” Looking out from their vantage point, Pex could see the whole layout of the room easily. “There's so much loot, the captain’s going to be pleased with this haul for sure!”

“What! No, you can’t just take that stuff!” Starblind exclaimed, trying to coax his body into any sort of motion outside of flapping his hands and feet. Both of the pirates laughed, Star’s face flushing red.

“Oh, can’t we?” Zyl asked mockingly. Walking back over to the tube, he grabbed onto a set of handles just behind its head. “Well, this next part is really going to suck for you, isn’t it?” Flicking a switch, Starblind could hear a steadily building whine, growing louder by the second. Its intensity seemed to shake the whole vessel, Zyl bracing themselves as they pointed the end towards a pile of crates. For a second, nothing happened outside of some loose dust and garbage being drawn into the maw of the hose. Then, watching in amazement, Starblind watched as the boxes began to skid across the floor, emitting groans and squeals as they grinded against the deck flooring. Then, with a woosh, they were suddenly airborne. Thonk, Twump! The crates disappeared into the maw of what Star now finally realised was a mega sized vacuum. The rubber material of the hose bulged outwards as the crates were sucked upwards and out through the hole.

“Kehehehe! All going smooth, just keep sucking and we’ll clear this hold in no time!” Pax cheered, jumping onto the top of Star's suit. Letting out a moan, Star felt the entire inflated expanse of the suit wobble and rock, his own fat body jiggling in unison. Bouncing a few or times in place, the Zigzagoon cackling as felt himself being launched into the air. The suit emitted squeaks and groans of protest but otherwise held firm, much to the Stunkies' chagrin. “Oh yeah, you really are a useless balloon, aren’t you? Couldn’t even fight off a little hose by yourself… it’s almost like you wanted to be inflated into a big rubbery ball.” Star couldn’t say anything, his face beet red. The lack of a response sending the Pax into another round of laughter. And all the while, Zyl was busy stealing everything not nailed down.

With a Schlluuuurrrrp, a huge canvas bag was drawn up into the maw of the vacuum, moving around to slurp down a reel of cables. Miscellaneous boxes and bags, containers and components. Nothing was spared the irresistible draw of the hose, thick bulges working their way up the padded interior of the tube. Shwoomp, Pwompf! Like a great snake at a feast, it devoured its prey with ruthless speed and ease. Watching on in dismay, Starblind watched as the entire shipment vanished in record time, his view constantly being disturbed by the bouncing Zigzagoon gradually spinning the suit around. “Kehehe… don’t be upset, you make a better trampoline then you do pilot!” Sweeping the hose around further, the last few items were gobbled up in short order, disappearing into the darkness of the vacuum without resistance. Star could feel the suit roll and wobble as the heavy suction drew close on his left, feeling his body beginning to roll upside down. It stopped, only for the same force to pull at his right. With a final Glunk, the vacuum quietened down and eventually stopped as the last few pieces of cargo disappeared through the roof of the ship.

Pax stopped bouncing, instead sliding down the side of the purple blimp. Once on the ground, they immediately set about righting the Stunky. Bringing his head up, Star was met with nothing but an empty room. If his mouth wasn’t being squashed by the suit, the Stunkies jaw would have hit the floor. Not a single item had escaped notice, from the largest crate to the smallest box and palette, everything had been stripped bare. “Hah, what an amazing piece of kit, can’t believe how much trouble this saves us over doing it the old fashioned way.” Zyl marvelled, giving the mouth of the vacuum an appreciative pat.

“Too right! It’d take ages to unload everything and store everything back on the ship.”

“We still do have to store everything, you do realise? All that stuff we took is now sitting in a big pile in the hold.” Zyl corrected, Pax letting out a grunt of annoyance. “Hey, at least half of the job’s been done already… well, almost all of it anyway. We’ve still got one more item to bag.” Looking up at Starblind, the Poochyena’s grin seemed to grow a hair wider, Star's eyes widening in realisation.

“Wait, what do you mean by that… you can’t mean… me, right?” The Stunky stuttered, a creeping sensation of dread worming its way down his spine.

“Of course! This is a company owned ship, they and the cops will be looking to try and get you back, if they pay a ransom, of course! Plus, if they threaten to fire on us, we’ve got a nice blimp shaped hostage to make them think twice.” Pax explained, wandering over to join their partner. Flashing each other a grin, they both walked behind the vacuum head, grabbing a set of handles each. A trickle of sweat ran down Star's forehead as he tried in vain to do anything. Flapping his hands, he could only bat uselessly at the divots they’d sunken into. Teetering around, the Stunky could do nothing but wait in panic as the two pirates worked the controls. The same familiar whine of suction filled the air, only this time it was directed straight at him. His hair ruffled and stood up as he felt an acute pulling sensated grab at the front of the suit, the pulling soon turning into motion. With a desperate burst of energy, Starblind tried to push back, his boots only bouncing uselessly against the floor.

Whining, Star could feel the suit rolling over and over, his head rising and falling as it came inches from the floor, vision rising to point at the ceiling and back down to the deck plates. Gravity spun as he went head over heels, his whole body spread eagle as it whirled around in the confines of the suit balloon. Like a great purple planet drawn into the yawning abyss of a black hole, the mouth of the vacuum loomed ahead, Starblind's panicked scream drowned out by the deafening hum of suction. With a final tumble, Star’s whole body slammed into the end of the vacuum, jolting in place as the entire mouth of the vacuum was filled with purple rubber. Ttttssssrrmmm. The suction hiccupped, every inch of the nozzle was sucked hard against the giant mass of the balloon, the whole thing engulfed in squeaky, puffy fabric.

“No no no, please don’t!” Starblind pleaded, hoping beyond all hope that the suit would be too much for the vacuum to handle. For a few seconds, a small spark fluttered in his chest that the immense size of his suit would prove too much for the smaller nozzle. And indeed it seemed that way, the vacuum making grumbles of protest as it tried to devour its blimpy prey. The struggle abruptly ended as Zyl kicked the motor into higher gear. Sucking harder, Starblind watched and felt as the suit groaned, being drawn deeper into the mouth of the vacuum. Making a long, deep sluuurrrppppp, inch by inch of puffy fabric was gulped down and compressed into the tube inside. He could feel his feet being forced together by the narrowing span of the tube, the sheer amount of force managing to overcome the internal pressure of the suit. Already, the tube had begun to bulge outwards with its blimpy snack, the rubbery exterior stretching and growing to accommodate the oversized Stunky balloon.

The process felt agonisingly slow to Star, the vacuum having to swallow a wider circumference by the moment as more of the suit was sucked in. Even so, the pump kept fighting, kept swallowing up more inches worth of rubbery, bouncy fabric into its irresistible maw. Reaching the belt line on the suit, it was finally at its widest point, eagerly slurping it down in moments. More and more of Starblinds body was being forced into the internal tubing, squeezed tightly by both the air pressure of the suit and the elastic force of the soft, puffy internals of the vacuum hose. A large bulge was forming, the tubing stretched to the max as it wrestled and slurped away at its victim.

Even with the lip of the divot around his head blocking most of his view, he could see the edges of the vacuum nozzle looming. Star could feel his arms being pressed upwards within the suit, his whole body seeming to be stretched out. He let out a muffled cry as his face was further drawn into the divot, any words lost by the growing noises of suction. Slllluuurrrrpppppppp…Pwmopf! With a final great suck and pop, Starblinds head disappeared into the maw of the nozzle, transferred into an immense bulge that rippled within the tight grasp of the tube as it eagerly devoured its final victim. Like the coils of a snake, the bulge slowly crept its way upwards, squeezing and pulling the balloon away from the safety of the Wyrdsun.

Up and up, the bulge abruptly stopped when it hit the hole drilled in the ship, squeezing its blimpy cargo against the narrow gap. The motor grumbled and whined louder, forced again to work at its max, equipment straining and pushing to force its spherical prize home. The pressure mounted again, additional pieces of ceiling furniture coming loose as it rumbled ominously. Then, with a loud thonk, the balloon was slurped through the ceiling gap, swallowed up into the belly of the pirate vessel. Letting the pumps run for a few moments longer, Zyl waited until the gauges on the control panel settled down, finally switching it off a second later.

“Is that everything?” Pax asked, glancing around the cargo hold, the space now utterly devoid of anything but the two pokemon anthros.

“Yeah, that's everything, the captain said to only go through the hold, or we waste too much time trying to loot through every storage locker and trunk.” Pressing the nozzle flat against the ground, the pair climbed on top, standing either side of the tube and gripping onto the exterior. “Can’t wait around too much longer, we’ll need to sort out all that stuff we just slurped up, or else the captain will give us an earful.” Tapping a button with his foot, Zyl and Pax were both pulled upwards as the hose retracted.

“Yeah… Ah well, at least we get to mess around with that guy some more, wonder if we’d be able to inflate him any bigger, then the whole crew would be able to bounce on him all at the same time.” Pax mused, his mind already filled with visions of a house sized Stunky balloon. Blinking, he focused, grabbing tight to the hose as it swayed around. In a few moments, they disappeared completely, leaving behind nothing but a cargoless ship, bereft of its pilot.