Pirate Bebop

Aftermath 1

Aiur II meekly surrendered after the Pale Stallion, Bob, who would henceforth be known as Vitiate, sent out the kill command for the still networked clones of him. This spared him, yet killed the stallion who, for millennia, had been scheming to create a universe where gods did not exist and mortals had full control of their destinies. Honestly, that goal was something the Argentines agreed with, but not the means. Seriously. Omnicide should never be justified.

Anyway, with the UnSC crippled and things well-in-hand at the moment, one of the largest Megacorps ruling the Three Galaxies was, on paper, done for. Sure, the executives not on Aiur II and across the galaxies would be an issue, but they were just a fragment of the greater whole and would likely fall into infighting in short order anyway.

“By Profit! Praise Wiatr! She has delivered us victory!” One of the Corpus propaganda guys that somehow survived The Battle of Aiur II spouted even as he was herded with other captured POWs into a prison shuttle bound for Treasure Planet.

“Yes, yes, the gods are saved and all that, get in.” The Sentinel guiding the group huffed and shoved the fanatic in before closing the hatch. “This one’s full!” He banged on the hatch and left the landing pad.

“The Corpus will rule-!” Was heard somehow through the hull before the ship hovered up and then flew off into space.

This was a scene all over the spaceport, save for aboard the Bebop, Moondast Gruss and the Tarrasque, which were in the midst of receiving both their deployed Mobiles, captured Mobiles, injured soldiers and also some of the UnSC employees who, now devoid of a job, were being screened for membership in the Rebel Alliance or possible refugee status to Devorak.

The latter was mostly because the Argentines were still busy in orbit collecting their spoils from the defeated UnSC defense fleet. Otherwise, the pirates were sacking the city for everything of value to take with them to Devorak, because the Rebels who were glad to be pirates were eager to become official privateers for the Argentines and wanted some seed money for the move.

“So, how does it feel, now that it’s over?” Jet asked Spike, who was smoking atop the Bebop’s open hanger launch deck. There was plenty of safe space, so loitering in the safe zones was no issue for the shuttles and Mobiles loading the secretly massive solar-sail-covered brown trawler.

“Like shit. My Swordfish is blown again, my arm is broken from fighting a droid in melee, oh and an old friend challenged me to duel to the death.” Spike grumbled as he rubbed his gray eye.

“That mobster who turned your fiance against you?” Jet asked as he popped his beer’s tab. “Just call Marcus, I think we’re above petty mobsters now.”

“Considering we’re about to become official privateers in service to Her Royal Majesty? Yeah. I don’t think that dumbass knows what we’ve been doing for the last six months!” Spike laughed. “Six months ago I would have let my eye of the past drag me to my death. I’m seeing a future now beyond that hellhole of a planet and my traitor of an ex-fiance.”

“Spike, growing up? I never would have thought!” Faye commented when she approached and pinched Spike’s ass. “And who is the fiance? Should I punch her in the face? Be jealous?”

“No one we need to worry about. I fled the mob, she broke my heart by selling me out to save herself. That’s it really.” Spike sternly said to end the topic. “I’m leaving the past behind.” Spike pinched Faye’s butt in return and the pink slime hippogriff giggled along with her black slime wolf partner acting as her clothes, since Spike just pinched them both at the same time.

“Edward is proud of you two! Forget the past! No reason to run after it! Oh, and Papa found me!” Radical Edward declared before holding up her portable rig. “He’s meeting us on the other side of the portal!” Oh yeah, while the Bebop is bogged down for now, no reason they couldn’t attend other important matters in the meantime.

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I am rather bored right now. I am an action girl, not a sweat-the-details girl. Come on~! Where is the promised planetary-sized breeding~? Stuck in meetings and coordinating a mass-relocation of people to Devorak and importing battle droids to give the remaining Rebel Alliance more than a fair chance of succeeding in dethroning the Corps and emancipating the people of the Govs.

“Do you need sex?” Eris chuckled, the weakened Time Goddess had to use a cane to get around for now, but otherwise, the multi-colored draconequus serpent was still smug.

“Very, but I know everyone is busy. Being the muscle sucks when all ya can do is hurry-up-and-wait, but at the same time, I am not a think-things-through girl. I’ve always led by example, doing things myself and others followed, not actually direct them beyond the capacity of a small crew. All this politicking is too much.” I admitted as I turned from the observation port of the Vengeful Retributor. The Bebop was stuck planetside, so I came up here for space.

“Just be patient. As soon as we’re in our new home: you’re gonna get so pregnant~.” Eris teased and I pouted at her pointing out what I wanted was still just out of reach. “Besides, you don’t have to be active all the time. Why not hang out with Willow and game with her? I know you’re more of an active person, but gaming is a good pastime if you can’t vent your energy.”

“No thanks. Unless it’s one of those Dive things I heard rumors about the rich doing, I have no interest in staring at a screen and mashing buttons.” I denied despite that I enjoy gaming, but as a relaxing activity. I can’t relax when I’m wound up!

“Well, you could dance on the stripper poles again~.” Eris suggested and I perked, then grinned.

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“Alright! Everything is almost complete on our end. Once it’s done and you have things on your end ready, we make the last journey from this damn dimension and slam the portal shut behind us.” Visilia declared over the holographic call to Jet, who was still the leader of the Rebel Alliance until he joined the Argentines in leaving.

“Once the Folly arrives at Tarkus with Allen’s fleet, I’ll hand over leadership to him and they’ll take it from there.” Jet declared, eager to start a new chapter of his life with Eris at his side. His past could lie where it belonged, in the past. Besides, serving under Jane as her First Mate, aka: the one actually doing all the managing, would be fun.

“Anyway, Jet, could you verify something for me?” Visi asked when she forwarded the contents to Jet and he almost choked on his own spit. “I take it that even you didn’t know about this.”

“How did they find the Mafia’s main hideout?!” Jet sputtered, because while he didn’t really care about all that fracas anymore, he was still surprised at the mafia being mentioned. “Wait, don’t tell me they’re-!”

“It’s them, Jet. Bryan, especially. Trust me: we hate these sorts of groups because their backdoor dealings create chaos and break deals. It’s not tolerated and is punishable by death.” The demon goddess alicorn explained casually.

“…I think you Argentines need to calm down. We’re supposed to be leaving hopefully within a week, a month tops. Not try to solve every problem we can before we leave, that’s for the Rebels to deal with using the abundant and generous resources you’re providing, like that Forge Ship and Sweeper you donated to give them a leg up on things.” Jet sighed in resignation.

“No can do~! Not when assholes like that exist. We’ll tackle the big ones. Remember that one Mafia prick from the Syndicate? The one Spike said cannot die?” Visilia reminded Jet.

“Vicious, yeah. He’s got some sort of special ability that makes him untouchable when a killing blow is involved. Usually at the expense of the one attempting it.” Jet confirmed bitterly.

“With Bryan’s Lightsaber, that won’t be a problem at all.” Oh yeah. Red Lyrium. Visi brought up a good point. It would be safer if the Argentines take out some of the big ones before they leave.

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“Shake that ass, babe~!” Luster Dawn screamed up at the stage, where Jane was dancing on the pole like a born stripper. She had even worn a full bodysuit with a jacket, left boot and her right limb armor like when Brevane had her fun before the finale with Bob the Omnicidal Nerd.

“What’d I miss?!” Ionyx asked when he ran into the strip club, drink in hand, which he knocked back to take a big gulp. “Ah~!”

“Nothing much yet, just her boot, right arm armor-.” Whoops and whistles rang. “There goes the right leg armor. How does someone make removing armor so sexy?” Luster licked her lips.

“First, the person removing it has to be objectively sexy themselves. Then, their aura, their presence. Lastly, technique. The way she unclasped it, piece by piece, slid it down, unveiling more of her white bodysuit’s clear tight outlight of her leg, unf.” Ionyx grunted in approval.

“I swear, despite being born twice-over as a guy, Jane really was a true woman deep down.” Luster cooed as Jane began to slowly loosen the seam of her bodysuit starting at her collar while slowly twisting and writhing around and against the pole. “No wonder she took to it like a fish to water shortly after her sex change.” Then, the bodysuit seam reached her cleavage.

“Hey, at least it works here. Sex changes back on Earth in ancient times were nothing more than cheap imitation with no real benefit. Crudely primitive and had more drawbacks. Then again, they lost their magic and their beliefs were skewered beyond repair. Poor bastards.” Ionyx then joined everyone else is hooting when Jane shrugged her bodysuit down to her waist, revealing the golden micro-bikini barely hiding her nipples.

“Ouch. I didn’t know Bryan and so many others who made it to this day who lived in such a dystopian hellhole. At least gender reassignment surgery and magic in this current era is still real, reliable and safe.” Luster mewled and then cooed when Jane rocked her hips, wagged her tail, then her bodysuit slipped around her wide hips, down her thicc thighs, then she kicked it off with her paws, leaving her in just her micro bikini top and bottoms~.

“We find places like that through the Multiverse all the time.” Ionyx sighed and then laughed when Jane casually ripped her bikini top off to reveal gold heart-shaped pasties over her nipples! Then she ate the candy top while still dancing on the pole to much amusement. “Wait, was that actually edible?”

“Likely was, but Jane’s a Cyber Slime, she can eat anything.” Luster shrugged and enjoyed watching Jane repeat the act with her bikini bottom, revealing her womanhood was still covered in a golden pussy pastie. “I’m totally gonna fuck my fiance after this, wanna join? No breeding though, we’re saving that with the Harem at the Joining Honeymoon.”

“Sure!” Ionyx gave a thumbs up just before with a sensuous grope and knead, Jane tossed the nipple pasties into the crowd and began sandwiching the pole in her B-ball breasts and even kissing it like it was a cock she was pleasuring. “I may not be part of the Harem, but I am one of Brennie’s Chosen Studs, so I’m still on fuckbuddy status with everyone.”

“Good to know! Let’s head backstage to receive her~.” Luster hovered to the side stage door and Ionyx followed, not minding missing Jane removing her pussy pastie, since he’d be seeing far more than that in a moment.

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Bryan walked through the massacre of the Syndicate mafia. The pricks had tried and failed to stop their advance through the underground bunker beneath the city of Neo Vienna. It had been a slow, methodical grind down as they systematically executed each and every one of them. This latest sweep was both to double-tap and to try and find any hidden passages, caches, et cetera. Vicious had yet to be found, so he must be in some secret chamber somewhere.

Or out, that would suck rancid donkey nuts.

“He’s here and waiting for us.” Kevin remarked with certainty. “His mind is muted, an empty, cruel thing. It’s like he’s meditating, the sound of slicing blades and spilling blood playing in his mind on an endless loop.”

“Worthless.” Bryan retorted angrily with a shake of his head, because while clearly this bastard was an Adherent of Blood, blood spilled without purpose was wasted. Eventually they reached a large ornate door that was revealed after another pass of magic nullification aura before Bryan kicked it open.

A woman with long blond hair on the other side in a simple dress fired at them with a high-quality high-yield blaster rifle before Kevin knocked her out with a psychic pulse. The blond woman looked like the one Spike had described to be his ex-fiance. “So it seems the Syndicate uses mind-manipulating magic to get their way.” Kevin declared with a scoff.

“She’s a looker for sure, but Faye and Swerta are definitely an upgrade in the body department.” Then again, they were slimes, unfair in that regard. “Truss her up, see if you can’t unfuck her head so she can apologize to Spike before he’s out of her life for good. Give the drake some closure.” Bryan grunted dismissively of the woman before he marched towards where he expected Vicious was waiting.

“Got it.” Kevin dragged the woman towards him before he teleported out of there. Moments later, in a bougie-ass open room, they arrived to see a white-haired human man waiting boredly on a red velvet throne with a holoprojector in front of him and a massive, beautiful white cormorant-descended bird roosting on top of the back of the chair.

“Finally came to make me pay?” The man who could only be Vicious droned as he fed his bird some bugs from his palm. “Aside from Spike, I think you might be the only ones who can.”

“Yep. He’s got a Curse of Undying laid upon him. Not Undeath.” Vinnie confirmed with her optics tinted a rainbow of colors. She can’t fully attune to Tzeentch anymore, but she can still query.

“I don’t care. Stay out of my way.” Everyone sighed loudly at Bryan being Bryan. There was no point in arguing and he was gonna pull off some bullshit again.

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*Gulp, gulp, gulp!* I swallowed the stud’s cum with relish. Which, considering Ionyx is one of Brennie’s Chosen Studs, was both incredibly copious in quantity as well as quality. The stallion tasted like cinnamon candy and his cum was like drinking a mint cream. What kinds of blessings or mods has Brennie put this seasoned ancient earth pony demon through? He petted my head, giving my ears a fond scratch moments before he stopped, seemingly by will.

I popped off of his arm-length and thick dick and sighed as I patted the half-hard turgid tumescence. “Nice~. I should give Brennie’s other studs a try. Sorry, no vaginal or I might not be able to resist getting bred, stud.” I squeezed his flare with a cheeky grin and then he laughed.

“No worries, but my Goddess gets first dibs on carrying my foals.” Ionyx stated and I hummed with appreciation that he had priorities and his goddess was at the top. “Besides, I’ve had enough fun watching you and Luster go at it and having me baste you both in a bukkake shower.” Heh, yeah~. If I wasn’t a slime, I’d be coated in minty cum right now~. “Hm~?”

“Such a very productive stud you are~.” Luster cooed while she fondled his balls and I stroked his rapidly stiffening phallus. “Let’s get you to coat us again before you go.” Luster and I sandwiched his cock between our tits and we began kissing and tonguing his shaft together.

“Oh~.” Ionyx groaned and thrust his hips in time with our double paizuri.

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“Here ya go.” Spike gawked at the head of Vicious that was dropped at his feet, along with the bound and gagged, terrified blond woman, who looked excited and hopeful at the sight of Spike without the mind fuckery she was under. “Have fun.” Bryan and his battle siblings left the dragon to handle his shit and went back to seeing how progress was going on getting all the people who want out of this universe on the other side of the dimensional boundary.

“I can’t believe the secret to killing him was death by a thousand cuts.” Vinnie huffed in disappointment at such an anime way of dealing with the swordsman.

“Yeah, but he didn’t go for that. He went in there with just his fist and tortured him first.” Rico reminded her and her cheeks just puffed up further. Again, Bryan pulled off some bullshit through the simplest of methods before using the actual one to finish the job. Asshole.

“Hey angels!” They perked at the voice of one of the new waifus this adventure had granted them and turned with smiles at the approaching Kui-Tan sisters Kiro and Kally. “Figured we’d stick around with you even if Treasure Planet has been relocated to Devorak thanks to help from Jovia.” Pretty much the entire Kui-Tan race has emigrated to Devorak with it.

“Right, Jovia unbirthed the Genesis Engine, fused it with the Divinity Engine, then birthed it someplace secret in Triangulum before doing that.” Edward hummed, remembering some of the major plans for the mass exodus of people fleeing this universe for promise of a better life in Devorak. The race of Tanukis were all-too-happy to relocate after how this realm treated them.

“Yep, so the Blade is waiting for us on the other side, somewhere. Just remember that after things get settled, we’re still joining Jane’s privateer fleet.” Kally reminded, since the Kui-Tan as a society were accustomed to piracy after generations of it as a means of survival.

“Yeah, no worries-eek?!” Bryan turned to Brennie when her tail got pulled on and was whisked away by Kiro and Kally, who were cackling about making off with ‘the booty’.

“These have got to be the best space pirates I’ve ever seen.” Rico commented with a smirk.

“Better than your 82nd Airborne in just about every aspect.” Edward ribbed playfully.

“Oh, fuck you.” Rico sneered with a tone of good humor.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Edward wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.

“What?” Vinnie blinked since she thought she was hearing things.

“Nothing.” Rico and Edward casually dismissed.

“It’s just them being them, sis.” Kevin declared before disappearing from the group.

“Well, I guess now it’s just the waiting game for all the refugees and remaining personnel to take the ride over to Devorak. I’m gonna go find Jane or somebody to spend time. Later.” Vinnie waved at Rico and Edward before she teleported away.

“...So, what do we do?” Rico asked expectantly and Edward hummed as he rubbed his chin.

“Someone should make sure the donated Sweeper, Forger and the cargo ship filled with B1 droids are all in order before we leave. Don’t wanna leave the Rebels high and dry.” Edward responded and Rico seemed disappointed. “Oh, fine, we can hang out for a bit first.”

“I call player 1.” Rico declared as he headed towards the private quarters.

“You always call player 1.” Edward huffed, the white wolf pouting at the black wolf.

“Then call it faster.” Rico cheekily suggested.