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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

Pulls him close and kisses his head nuzzling at him then yelps as he hears a scream and then Kraglin belly flops into the spring with a splash from above. Peter was laughing his ass off from ontop of a high cliff.

Carlos jumped in shock and looked up at Peter, watching the
boy just lose it.

Kraglin started to emerge from the spring, a bluish blush
all across his front from the impact of the water. He looked like a wet cat the
way he stood up, and he actually growled as he snapped his head up to glare at
Peter.

“Pete – I’m gettin’
you for that, you Terran brat!!”

Peter laughs at him and sticks his tongue out at him and runs off laughing.

Yondu huffs. “Kraglin… I’ll give you the count of 5 before I whistle ya. Scram… and go drown peter away from me.”

“B-but don’t actually drown him, please,” Carlos pleaded. “Play
safely, okay?”

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at Carlos. But he nodded at
Yondu. “Aye, Captain,” he muttered and he slogged out of the spring to go after
Peter.

Yondu chuckles looking to carlos. “Kids. My troublesome boys.” Smiles and kisses him. “My fuzzy man.”

Carlos would have blushed if the heat from the spring hadn’t
already made his skin flush. “So I take it you’re okay with my hair,” he joked
nervously. “Some humans have a little trouble with it…”

“I like cute fuzzy things. Your fur doesn’t bother me one bit.” Nuzzles him kissing at him and purrs. “Do you… mind all my scars?”

Carlos looked at Yondu. He shook his head slightly. “No. Or,
I mean… they don’t take away from who you are,” he corrected. “I do mind them
in that… someone felt entitled to hurt you. And… I’m sorry for that…”

Ugh, now he sounded like he was pitying Yondu. He wasn’t –
he really wasn’t. At least, he thought he wasn’t…

Pulls him onto his lap and kisses him pulling him close to his body and jerks back when his pouch full of water splashes them in the face like a water gun then laughs and goes right back to kissing his human holding him as close as he could.

Carlos was a little surprised at being man-handled, but he
smiled fondly at Yondu and started to kiss back gently.

He yelped and sputtered when they were splashed. He scoffed
and swatted Yondu’s shoulder playfully before he was pulled back in. He moved
closer in an effort to keep his pouch from getting full of water again. But
Carlos realized that he was feeling something… or rather, wasn’t feeling something.

He pulled away and looked Yondu in the eyes curiously. “Are
you wearing any pants?”

Yondus eyes said it all. They had a mischievous look in his eyes. “Nope. Pants are overrated. More comfortable going commando.” Grins rolling his hips and leans in to catch his lips again. “You should try it. Let it all out hehe.”

“Oh my God,” Carlos mumbled. He kissed Yondu and giggled
when he broke to lean his head against Yondu’s shoulder. “Seriously? We’re in public!”

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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

Pulls him close and kisses his head nuzzling at him then yelps as he hears a scream and then Kraglin belly flops into the spring with a splash from above. Peter was laughing his ass off from ontop of a high cliff.

Carlos jumped in shock and looked up at Peter, watching the
boy just lose it.

Kraglin started to emerge from the spring, a bluish blush
all across his front from the impact of the water. He looked like a wet cat the
way he stood up, and he actually growled as he snapped his head up to glare at
Peter.

“Pete – I’m gettin’
you for that, you Terran brat!!”

Peter laughs at him and sticks his tongue out at him and runs off laughing.

Yondu huffs. “Kraglin… I’ll give you the count of 5 before I whistle ya. Scram… and go drown peter away from me.”

“B-but don’t actually drown him, please,” Carlos pleaded. “Play
safely, okay?”

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at Carlos. But he nodded at
Yondu. “Aye, Captain,” he muttered and he slogged out of the spring to go after
Peter.

Yondu chuckles looking to carlos. “Kids. My troublesome boys.” Smiles and kisses him. “My fuzzy man.”

Carlos would have blushed if the heat from the spring hadn’t
already made his skin flush. “So I take it you’re okay with my hair,” he joked
nervously. “Some humans have a little trouble with it…”

“I like cute fuzzy things. Your fur doesn’t bother me one bit.” Nuzzles him kissing at him and purrs. “Do you… mind all my scars?”

Carlos looked at Yondu. He shook his head slightly. “No. Or,
I mean… they don’t take away from who you are,” he corrected. “I do mind them
in that… someone felt entitled to hurt you. And… I’m sorry for that…”

Ugh, now he sounded like he was pitying Yondu. He wasn’t –
he really wasn’t. At least, he thought he wasn’t…

Pulls him onto his lap and kisses him pulling him close to his body and jerks back when his pouch full of water splashes them in the face like a water gun then laughs and goes right back to kissing his human holding him as close as he could.

Carlos was a little surprised at being man-handled, but he
smiled fondly at Yondu and started to kiss back gently.

He yelped and sputtered when they were splashed. He scoffed
and swatted Yondu’s shoulder playfully before he was pulled back in. He moved
closer in an effort to keep his pouch from getting full of water again. But
Carlos realized that he was feeling something… or rather, wasn’t feeling something.

He pulled away and looked Yondu in the eyes curiously. “Are
you wearing any pants?”

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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

Pulls him close and kisses his head nuzzling at him then yelps as he hears a scream and then Kraglin belly flops into the spring with a splash from above. Peter was laughing his ass off from ontop of a high cliff.

Carlos jumped in shock and looked up at Peter, watching the
boy just lose it.

Kraglin started to emerge from the spring, a bluish blush
all across his front from the impact of the water. He looked like a wet cat the
way he stood up, and he actually growled as he snapped his head up to glare at
Peter.

“Pete – I’m gettin’
you for that, you Terran brat!!”

Peter laughs at him and sticks his tongue out at him and runs off laughing.

Yondu huffs. “Kraglin… I’ll give you the count of 5 before I whistle ya. Scram… and go drown peter away from me.”

“B-but don’t actually drown him, please,” Carlos pleaded. “Play
safely, okay?”

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at Carlos. But he nodded at
Yondu. “Aye, Captain,” he muttered and he slogged out of the spring to go after
Peter.

Yondu chuckles looking to carlos. “Kids. My troublesome boys.” Smiles and kisses him. “My fuzzy man.”

Carlos would have blushed if the heat from the spring hadn’t
already made his skin flush. “So I take it you’re okay with my hair,” he joked
nervously. “Some humans have a little trouble with it…”

“I like cute fuzzy things. Your fur doesn’t bother me one bit.” Nuzzles him kissing at him and purrs. “Do you… mind all my scars?”

Carlos looked at Yondu. He shook his head slightly. “No. Or,
I mean… they don’t take away from who you are,” he corrected. “I do mind them
in that… someone felt entitled to hurt you. And… I’m sorry for that…”

Ugh, now he sounded like he was pitying Yondu. He wasn’t –
he really wasn’t. At least, he thought he wasn’t…

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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

Pulls him close and kisses his head nuzzling at him then yelps as he hears a scream and then Kraglin belly flops into the spring with a splash from above. Peter was laughing his ass off from ontop of a high cliff.

Carlos jumped in shock and looked up at Peter, watching the
boy just lose it.

Kraglin started to emerge from the spring, a bluish blush
all across his front from the impact of the water. He looked like a wet cat the
way he stood up, and he actually growled as he snapped his head up to glare at
Peter.

“Pete – I’m gettin’
you for that, you Terran brat!!”

Peter laughs at him and sticks his tongue out at him and runs off laughing.

Yondu huffs. “Kraglin… I’ll give you the count of 5 before I whistle ya. Scram… and go drown peter away from me.”

“B-but don’t actually drown him, please,” Carlos pleaded. “Play
safely, okay?”

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at Carlos. But he nodded at
Yondu. “Aye, Captain,” he muttered and he slogged out of the spring to go after
Peter.

Yondu chuckles looking to carlos. “Kids. My troublesome boys.” Smiles and kisses him. “My fuzzy man.”

Carlos would have blushed if the heat from the spring hadn’t
already made his skin flush. “So I take it you’re okay with my hair,” he joked
nervously. “Some humans have a little trouble with it…”

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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

Pulls him close and kisses his head nuzzling at him then yelps as he hears a scream and then Kraglin belly flops into the spring with a splash from above. Peter was laughing his ass off from ontop of a high cliff.

Carlos jumped in shock and looked up at Peter, watching the
boy just lose it.

Kraglin started to emerge from the spring, a bluish blush
all across his front from the impact of the water. He looked like a wet cat the
way he stood up, and he actually growled as he snapped his head up to glare at
Peter.

“Pete – I’m gettin’
you for that, you Terran brat!!”

Peter laughs at him and sticks his tongue out at him and runs off laughing.

Yondu huffs. “Kraglin… I’ll give you the count of 5 before I whistle ya. Scram… and go drown peter away from me.”

“B-but don’t actually drown him, please,” Carlos pleaded. “Play
safely, okay?”

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at Carlos. But he nodded at
Yondu. “Aye, Captain,” he muttered and he slogged out of the spring to go after
Peter.

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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

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Sighs
and puts his arm around him and settles back. “Feels Good Don’t it……
best stuff in the world right here….. naked ya feel like goo…. makes
everything stop hurting….. halfnuts feeling a lot better to…” Motions to
the spring a bit below them and halfnut who was awake and relaxed
floating in the waters with Tullk.

Carlos peaked down and smiled. “Oh, that’s so nice to see,”
he said. “I had been worried… but if he’s feeling better, then that’s great.”
Carlos settled on the rock seat beside Yondu and sighed. This was very nice. He
could easily fall asleep there, he thought.

Puts a arm around him pulling him close and kisses him running his fingers along his side. The closer Carlos was could see the pouch against yondus belly of which he would press on randomly to get any water out.

Carlos couldn’t help but glance at Yondu’s hand as he pushed
on his own belly. “What… I’m sorry, but why do you keep doing that?” he asked.
Was he playing with the water? Some of it seemed to spurt up when he did that.

“Hmmm? Oh. Waters getting in my pouch. I push it out ever now and then.”

“Water’s getting in your pouch?” Carlos repeated dumbly. “I –
I’m sorry, I just mean… I didn’t know you had a pouch.”

“Yeah… it’s .. uhhh my species can have pups… the pouch is for pups. Until they are big enough to come out. Usually stay as pouchlings until they are about… 3 or 4 cycles.”

“Pups?” Carlos asked. “On Earth we call marsupial babies ‘Joeys’.
But that’s interesting – I didn’t know Centaurians held babies in a pouch.”

“Yes. And we call them pups. We can have up to three but more common 1-2…. the males usually end up … birthing…. believe it or not…”

Carlos shrugged. “We have seahorses that do that on Earth,
so I’m not as surprised as I could be. Though, of course, they’re not mammals…”
Carlos coughed slightly. “I’m sorry, but I just find it so fascinating. How
does it happen? Do females put the eggs into the male and gestation happens
there, or what?”

Nods. “In a way yes. The females only job is to inseminate the eggs. The male carries them then … lays them… they getvplaced in the pouch for warmth then hatch and spend time as pouchlings until old enough to come out. Basically we men do all the hard work. Women can’t get pregnant…. but other males can impregnate each other. Female centaurians are picky. And rare…”

Carlos hummed, frowning somberly. “I think now Centaurians are rare,” he said softly.
He couldn’t imagine how Yondu felt – being practically alone. Carlos was one of
two humans on the ship, but his race wasn’t enslaved or dead.

Yondu nods. “Yeah…. we are…. and to spread out for any kind of breeding…….. I’ve … never had a pouchling…….. “

Carlos looked at him sadly. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I
have no idea what that’s like… but I’m sorry.”

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Sighs
and puts his arm around him and settles back. “Feels Good Don’t it……
best stuff in the world right here….. naked ya feel like goo…. makes
everything stop hurting….. halfnuts feeling a lot better to…” Motions to
the spring a bit below them and halfnut who was awake and relaxed
floating in the waters with Tullk.

Carlos peaked down and smiled. “Oh, that’s so nice to see,”
he said. “I had been worried… but if he’s feeling better, then that’s great.”
Carlos settled on the rock seat beside Yondu and sighed. This was very nice. He
could easily fall asleep there, he thought.

Puts a arm around him pulling him close and kisses him running his fingers along his side. The closer Carlos was could see the pouch against yondus belly of which he would press on randomly to get any water out.

Carlos couldn’t help but glance at Yondu’s hand as he pushed
on his own belly. “What… I’m sorry, but why do you keep doing that?” he asked.
Was he playing with the water? Some of it seemed to spurt up when he did that.

“Hmmm? Oh. Waters getting in my pouch. I push it out ever now and then.”

“Water’s getting in your pouch?” Carlos repeated dumbly. “I –
I’m sorry, I just mean… I didn’t know you had a pouch.”

“Yeah… it’s .. uhhh my species can have pups… the pouch is for pups. Until they are big enough to come out. Usually stay as pouchlings until they are about… 3 or 4 cycles.”

“Pups?” Carlos asked. “On Earth we call marsupial babies ‘Joeys’.
But that’s interesting – I didn’t know Centaurians held babies in a pouch.”

“Yes. And we call them pups. We can have up to three but more common 1-2…. the males usually end up … birthing…. believe it or not…”

Carlos shrugged. “We have seahorses that do that on Earth,
so I’m not as surprised as I could be. Though, of course, they’re not mammals…”
Carlos coughed slightly. “I’m sorry, but I just find it so fascinating. How
does it happen? Do females put the eggs into the male and gestation happens
there, or what?”

Nods. “In a way yes. The females only job is to inseminate the eggs. The male carries them then … lays them… they getvplaced in the pouch for warmth then hatch and spend time as pouchlings until old enough to come out. Basically we men do all the hard work. Women can’t get pregnant…. but other males can impregnate each other. Female centaurians are picky. And rare…”

Carlos hummed, frowning somberly. “I think now Centaurians are rare,” he said softly.
He couldn’t imagine how Yondu felt – being practically alone. Carlos was one of
two humans on the ship, but his race wasn’t enslaved or dead.