Pirate Bebop

Aftermath 2

“Faye, baby, I need help.” Spike slurred as he stumbled through the Bebop drunk while Edward and Aurora entertained Julia. “I think I'm going insane.”

“Spike, what is it?” Faye asked in disappointment at seeing him so sloshed in the cargo bay.

“Vicious is dead, they gave me his head. And Julia. They unfucked her head and she is so happy to see me.” Spike stumbled through his words as he staggered up to her.

“And you’re drunk?” Faye was tempted to let Swerta take over at the moment.

“Too much at once. I was over her, now she’s back and I love you two and don’t wanna ruin it, but she’s back and she didn’t betray me willingly.” Spike groaned as he sat on a nearby crate.

“Hm, where is Julia?” Swerta asked, forming a mouth on where her T-shirt ‘fabric’ of her morphed body was stretched between Faye’s tits. “We’re going to suit her.”

“Suit?” Spike asked, confused, as he stumbled after his girlfriends.

“We’re going to become clothes on her.” Faye explained and Spike hummed.

“Don’t know how she’ll handle that. She’s always been fairly subdued compared to most people I’ve known.” Spike muttered to himself, but his girlfriends clearly already had their minds made. “She’s with Ed right now, keeping her, Aurora and Ein company. She loves kids.”

“She does, does she~?” Faye and Swerta cooed as they headed for the original lounge, since that was reserved for the core crew members.

“Girls, she’s just a standard human, be gentle.” Spike insisted despite his inebriation.

“Oh, we will be, by our standards~.” The paired slimes chorused in mischief.

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“Good girl~.” The Kui-Tan sisters cooed at Brennie, who they stripped out of her armor and clothes and whom had promptly gotten on her knees and was jacking off the two epically huge cocks above the boulder-sized nuts resting on the floor that the dracowolf was having to lean into to get full range on the two nearly 2 foot long multi-knotted tanuki cocks.

As Kui-Tan, the sisters were already dispensing copious amounts of their naturally nutty pre-cum, turning both the front of their balls and Brennie into slippery shiny idols. “By Willow, no fucking wonder I instinctively adopted your species as my people, followed by the Raskvel.” Damn these super-sexy aliens! Brennie was actually grateful for this adventure despite all the aggravation because she got to meet such sexy species! Also Jane and the others, of course.

“Hm, you know? We heard from those sexy little shortstacks that you’re referred to as a Broodmother Goddess and that they managed to impregnate your breasts~.” Kiro purred at the thought of her belly and tits swollen with babies. “Has anyone tried to impregnate your ass~?”

“I think not, but I believe that if you cum in my ass, you could do that.” Brennie looked back at her perfect clappable cheeks and bit her lip. “Hot damn, yeah. I have extra wombs there too.”

“You literally are the perfect Broodmother Goddess~.” Kally crooned as her nuts gurgled.

“Naw, that title belongs to Urta, Penny and Visilia. They’re the Fertility Goddesses. As a Sex Goddess, I’m more focused on fetishes beyond procreation. Breast pregnancy and ass pregnancy are really niche, but slot nicely into the broad inflation fetish and-.” Brennie flushed at the bewildered and surprised expressions of the sisters. “Fuck, I hate sounding nerdy.”

“…Sis, we are so gonna marry her.” Kiro purred as she groped her basketball boobs.

“Oh, yes we are~. Don’t forget it’s a Harem too~.” Kally licked her plump lips.

“Gonna need to be, to handle deez nutz!” Kiro growled as her sack began expanding with more of her magically restrained size, which Kally mirrored and Brennie moaned when she was engulfed and buried under titanic nutty brown-furred balls. “That’s right, baby! All for you~!”

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“Hey~!” Vinnie cheered when she burst into the room that Uri and I were meditating in. Yoda and Demona weren’t here, having already taken one of the trips to Devorak. Yoda declared that the native Force Users in the system Tarkus has settled in would keep the Force alive here and instead he felt his tutilage would be best served in Devorak with the growing number of Argentine Force Users, even if they weren’t Je’Dai. The Force wasn’t a thing to be hoarded.

“Hey~!” I returned, not at all minding the interruption. Uri, currently suppressed, didn’t either. “How is it, girl? We’re just sitting on our fine asses, waiting fer our turn to go through.” I wouldn’t miss this universe much. I’ve seen too much of the evil sown here, I want to see someplace new, meet other alien species, steal so much ill-gotten gains from assholes. Fuck fine bitches.

“Bored.” Uri declared with one word as was her prerogative.

“We’re so tense and looking forward to the honeymoon that even sex is barely a distraction right now.” I translated for my black dragoness waifu, whose tail twitched happily despite her otherwise maintained kuudere facade.

“You know there’s going to be a wedding first, right?” Vinnie questioned curiously.

“W-what?! Ya still have those?!” I squeaked, suddenly filled with intense anxiety! This universe doesn’t do weddings anymore! I figured that the Argentines had advanced beyond big, showy, stress-inducing affairs like that!

“It can be a private one if you want.” Vinnie suggested gently with understanding.

“H-how private? I mean, we’re marrying into a Harem.” I meekly questioned, my usual bravado utterly dashed at the idea of me, in a w-w-wedding dress walking down the aisle!

“Small, with only our closest friends, family and lovers.” Vinnie assured gently, clearly having had to handle skittish, shy lovers-turning-mates in the past.

“Ancient.” Uri pointed out with a huff.

“Yeah, Uri has a point, that list can still number in the hundreds with yer ages.” I translated.

“...Point taken, but the number who show is dependent on who can get away from their jobs.” Vinnie reasoned and I sighed, shifted uneasily, then nodded in agreement.

“My dress better be slutty as fuck and we’re gonna do the thing with the thigh band and someone removing it from my leg with their teeth to toss at the bachelors, if there are any.” I insisted, because one thing that would help me relax was to make a spectacle.

“You’ll get your slutty dress, sexy ritual and the toss. There’s some eternal bachelors among our friends.” Yes! “There is also the requisite orgy.” Hell yes! There’s some Changelings in the Harem! Everyone knows about Changeling marriage culture and the requisite post-vow orgy!

Wait… “Is Jimbo part of the marriage?” I love Jimbo, but…well, I feel like we’re best fuckbuddies more than life partners. I wouldn’t say no to marrying him, but clearly Amelia has his heart.

“No. He’s got fuckbuddy status. So…what do you want to do since sex isn’t really doing it for you right now?” Vinnie asked with mild disappointment and I smiled in apology. I know, hot and horny Pirate Queen not up for sex for once. It won’t be a habit, hun.

“Well, no point in meditating if ya wanna hang out. Any ideas?” At my question, Vinnie hummed as she rubbed her chin.

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“Brennie~.” She heard Visilia’s voice pull her out of her zen and saw her wife on top of her. They were still sandwiched between the mountain-sized balls of the Kui-Tan, churning and gurgling with sperm sloshing around within the cum orbs. The sound, warmth and musk put Brennie in a trance-like state as she enjoyed it. “You naughty, slutty broodwife of mine~.”

“Mmh~!” Brennie moaned when Visilia kissed her. “*smooch* Wife? Tanukis mine, Raskvel too. Too sexy…” Brennie droned, still in a drooling zen state of basking in the glory of the two chocolate-furred beauties she was smooshed between the musky mountains of.

“Divinely blessing a chosen race, I never would have imagined the day.” Visilia smirked as she lied atop the plush spunk bunker of one of the two racoon-dog sisters with her hands on her cheeks and her hooves idly kicking in the air behind her fertile form. Even without being visibly pregnant, the new Fertility and Life Deity was still in her element. Especially with her current surroundings. “I mean, the amount of power you poured into the Kui-Tan to do this to them~.”

“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed before she let out a moan when Visi reached down into the smooshed crevice of the brown balls to grab her ass cheeks. “Mmph, nyoh, down, girl. Hah, marriage, a honeymoon is soon.” Brennie protested weakly through her horny haze.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you getting more wombs. Why do you get it before we Fertility Gods, hm~?” Visilia pouted in playful envy and Brennie moaned when her wife groped her tits too.

“I told, mm, someone? Someone else who asked, that it’s a fetish-focused thing. If you or any other slimes focus, you can do it too, I’m sure.” Brennie bit her plump lips as Visilia hefted one of the red dracowolf’s tits and gently caressed it with magic tingling through her hands in a scan. “So, how about it?” Brennie asked and Visi sat back in a seiza while hefting her own rack.

“...Feels a bit odd, but also really good. Not to mention, it will elevate my Fertility status! I’m gonna share this with Penny and Urta ASAP. It’ll possibly quintuple our output and finally come out of the red in population numbers.” Visilia’s words made Brennie feel sadness of the fact that, even with all the efforts to keep the population up in Devorak, this universe, pretty much a Death Universe by Multiverse standards, kept claiming lives faster than they could be born.

“Does anyone know where my yarn went?” Schrödinger asked as he floated about the room.

“Sorry hun! I think I have it in my Inventory!” Kally called from behind Brennie and the eldritch entity, who was still the beloved pet of the tanuki sisters, eagerly flew at his ‘mama’.

“Mm, if I wasn’t so rooted as a male, nya, I’d think I’d join those two on your nuts.” Schrödinger purred as he nestled into Kally’s currently yoga-ball sized tits that hid most of her body where she was perched atop her mountainous gonads.

“Why don’t you? Seras delves into being a herm from time to time.” Visi commented, having known the Vampire thestral mare for nearly as long as she knew Willow.

“I’m just not into that side of things. Besides, my mamas have such big soft mams too.” Schrödinger reached a paw into Kally’s cleavage and retrieved his yarn ball, before he got on his back in the bed of booba to play with his simple toy. “Wait, stop you chaos child, don’t hit me with that potion!”

“All this nonsense aside, I think I should get out of my amazing bed. Gotta see how things are going.” Brennie wiggled up out of the press of testicals and she snorted at seeing Kiro was asleep, leaning into her own giant boobs atop her balls and snoring in comfortable slumber.

“Very well, ugh, now I have boobs. That was not how things thousands of years ago went, but those little devils mess with even my perception.” A fuming female anthro Schrödinger who seemed to be from another time and place groused. “Where to find a reversal before someone takes advantage, Bryan no! Oh fuck, that’s big~!” Schrödinger moaned as her belly bulged.

“She does look a lot like Sabrina when I-oh.” Brennie flushed at realizing what she was watching. “Well, shit, no wonder Sabrina didn’t keep the tabby-cat look and seemed utterly confused when…those little noodly fucks. Hmph.” Brennie realized she had been bamboozled way, way back when, even before Andromeda and the Milky Way met.

“It’s frustrating. My perception of events changes and suddenly you have new events. Ugh, fuck, I was never female until that glitchy time noodle hit me! Fuck~.” Schrödinger moaned as she wriggled and writhed atop Kally’s tits, the Kui-Tan was befuddled and clearly aroused at the anthro tabby Covcat getting fucked atop her boobs. “I’m talking to you in the future! Why do you find that hot? Fuck, whatever, sure I’m Sabrina, just fuck me you horny dragon!”

“I thought she was role-playing…” Brennie admitted in embarrassment before she sighed and flew towards the door with Visilia. “Kally, Kiro, dinner’s at 8.”

“Ah~! Fuck! That’s a female orgasm~! It's like I just had hundreds of male orgasms in Victoria and it’s still going!” Schrödinger groaned.

“We’ll be there, Uh, what do we do with Schrödinger?” Kally asked as Kiro stirred awake.

“She’s your cat, but those will be Brennie’s brats in her, so I guess marry her too at the wedding or something if she wants.” Visilia dismissed and left Brennie’s suite aboard the Vengeful Retributor alongside her wife and the door closed as the new Covcat yowled in orgasm.

“Is that happening to Schrödinger everywhere right now? Or just the instances that she perceives as linked to that moment? Am I giving a show as I rail her?” Brennie questioned the headache that was the tabby cat. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter, it happened either way.”

“Let that sort itself, we have enough to deal with.” Visilia huffed in agreement.

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“Okay! So, that was it? Pillar and Collateral confirm the Clutterbuster IV and Womb of Nexus have all the relevant blueprints and the Fat Tire has her cargo holds full to bursting with B1 droids to keep the Rebellion going without us holding their hands.” Marcus queried while looking over his reports on his omni.

“Yes, sir.” Thaddeus nodded in confirmation. “All the UnSC civvies and the Rebels wanting to immigrate to Devorak have also made the trip through the portal. I believe, if there is nothing else, we are finished with this frustrating dimension at last.”

“Thank fuck! Make sure everything is prepped and ready for our return home and wedding.” Marcus declared, eager to finally put an end to his bachelor status. All these millenia and he has never married, but after stringing them along for so long, Dulvex, Travelex, Freval and Syrex deserved to finally get rings on their fingers. Uri would be too, but she was clearly marrying Jane and his parents. He wasn’t exactly sure if he was ready to make that leap yet.

“Yes, Lord Themis!” His subordinates saluted and set to final preparations to end this campaign. With that, Marcus suddenly found himself with an abundance of time due to the bureaucratic efficiency of the Argentines, so he decided to head to his private quarters.

“Hey~!” Aaaand~, there’s an intense boner! On his bed were Uri, currently not suppressing her emotions, Jane and his aunt Vinnie kneeling alongside each other, nude besides ribbons covering their nethers and nips, smooshing their boobs together into a single shelf of basketball-sized breast valleys in a straight row. “Welcome home, stud~.”

“Hnng~!” Now it’s becoming even more difficult to not take that marriage leap! “Uri and Jane I get, but auntie-.”

“Fuck that shit, boy. You’re a grown-ass man, I’m a grown-ass woman, genetics aren’t involved and we’ve already fucked. You’re gonna marry in even if your damn mom and fama have to drag you into the ceremony kicking and screaming.” Vinnie declared with a lick of her chops. “Especially with how damn well you’ve knocked your fama up, now shut up and fuck us, stud~.”

“…Okay.” Marcus knew not to argue at that point and get on with it.

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The portal to Devorak closed with a true sense of finality and the Rebel Alliance mourned, not the loss of the direct support of the Argentines, but the final loss of any connection to a culture that helped found the basis of their fucked-up societies and thus no answer to fixing it all aside from the manifesto provided to them.

Still, Tarkus, which would become known as the Throneworld of the New Empire, with help from their Je'Daii neighbors who approached once the Argentines were gone, would in a bloody coup free the Three Galaxies from their oppressors and instate a new, egalitarian and meritocratic society where money, while important, does not grant power or immunity to regulation.

Still, forevermore would the New Empire lament the severance of their history from Devorak.

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I awkwardly sat across from the Scinox in the cubicle managing my immigration. How the fuck do they manage to pull off the Sexy Secretary look when still fully covered in a head to toe body stocking with a hood? I can’t believe that the secret to Argentine bureaucratic success was minimizing as much paperwork as possible and having the OCD demonesses micromanage it.

“Alright, so, is that everything? If we get any notifications from either Luci Fer or the returned Velka about any unaddressed Sins that you forgot, you will be getting penalized.” The red-dressed ultra-sexy mystery demoness, seriously, what do they look like? Ahem, questioned, as if recalling as many of my crimes in my 300+ year life was as easy as simple recall.

“I was a fucking pirate fer most of my life. No way have I remembered everything.” I huffed at her with a pout, annoyed that this process has taken hours already. I had to give my biography for fuck’s sake! Talk about a strict and comprehensive background check for immigration! Even if I have been automatically okayed, ugh.

“Fair enough. Welcome to Devorak, I’d give you an information package and a list of job openings, but I understand you are slated for the palace immediately, so your handler will take it from there.” Sheesh, make it sound like I’m on parole or something why don’t you.

I accepted my passport, which was my physical and digital proof of identity. Is this thing made out of Cybertronium? I slipped it into my cleavage since I was wearing my usual lazy U-neck graphic T-shirt, jean-shorts, left shit-kicker boot, my right limb armor and my old bandanna and tricorn hat. This was a favorite outfit of mine and I was glad to immortalize it in an ID scan.

I left the Bureau of Bureaucracy, which literally handled all of the bureaucracy of the Argentia, not to be mistaken for the Displacement Bureau, which was going to be reestablished here as a subordinate organization of the AIA aka: Argentine Intelligence Agency. Thank gosh it was a lot simpler than the hellhole that was the alphabet soup of departments in the United States.

“Whoop!” I jumped at getting my ass spanked upon exiting the building and I laughed at Marcus who waited for me with Uri. “I was heading back, ya dinnae have to come down and-mm~.” Marcus pulled me into him, kissed me and dipped me~! My offside leg raised and twitched~. Oh my gods I should’ve been born a woman~!

“*Smooch* You were taking too long, got impatient.” Marcus growled and carried me like a princess to the flying limo. I giggled and squirmed as I was taken away to my future.