Pirate Bebop

Aftermath 5

“Mother~?” Brennie heard a soothing voice that awoke her. She was still gulping down the milk from the tube and-oh. Her head was sunken into a deep divot. She’s close to bursting~! “We’re ready for you, let it take its course~.” Wait, does that mean just relax and keep swallowing or speed up? “Pfft, speed up, mama!” On it! *Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!* *Groan~! Creak~! Squeak~!*

Then, bliss. Brennie came to from a spasming white-out brain-blast of pleasure, lying on Jane’s rock-hard surface in a pool of her own goo, which had formed a shallow ocean as far as she could see, likely all the way to Visilia, Penny and Urta, who were all sharing space on Jane’s front around her impossibly mountainous popped-out navel since they were the biggest besides.

The puppies and other infants were already being collected by her and Jovia’s full-grown giant anthro draconequus, who had any male organs put away right now and were helping the Sweeper specially designated for kiddie collection hoover the tykes up to a massive prepared daycare on board. By giant, she meant giant. Not one of them was shorter than 50 feet.

“Good job, mum! Biggest you’ve ever been! Shame Aunt Jane stole the limelight.” One of the nearest chimeric women patted her cloven hoof on Jane’s surface.

“Next time, Gehela.” Brennie named her caprine-based daughter, who shivered in pleasure upon being given a name and her curled ram horns spun around like pinwheels. “I would name you all, but-.” Her giantess daughter picked her up. “Oh~!” She hugged her daughter’s house-sized tit when pressed to it with surprising gentleness.

“Thanks, mum. You can rest on my breasts and take your time.” Gehela suggested and Brennie gladly did as suggested, climbing on top of Gehela’s left breast. As a caprine-based draconequus, she was covered all over in various types of wool, so her boob was sinfully comfortable. Brennie noticed she didn’t fall off when Gehela turned sidewise. “Look, there’s Aunt Visi, about to pop~!” Oh, fuck yeah! Brennie might just-! *Boom~! Bloosh~!*

Sympathy orgasm~! Uhn~! Fuck yeah~! Brennie panted as she lied on Gehela’s tit and watched Visi get levitated out of her ocean of red metallic goo and placed next to Brennie before the Sweeper began gathering the goo babies. “Love~. That was…the best, ever. Gotta do this again.” Visilia swore and shared a tired, happy, slow kiss with her wife. “Who’s this?”

“Gehela. I’m guessing the ‘eldest’ of Jovia and I’s ankle biters, though she’s the average height of them. They’re all giants, none shorter than 50 feet and all sexy as sin.” Brennie boasted.

“Love you, mama.” Gehela claimed warmly and leaned her head down to smooch their bodies.

“Platonically or sexually?” Brennie teased.

“I’m pretty sure you know how much we love you~.” Gehela lilted teasingly before gesturing back down. “Next to pop is Penny.” At this, they looked just in time to-omigurdyis. Brennie came to, panting and sloppily making out with Visi, who was just as pleasure drunk. Then Penny was beside them, the brown vixen equally sexually satisfied. “Gonna just give you all a ride, watch you fucking lose it every time they pop~.” Gehela teased and the slime broodmothers shivered.

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Everyone had given birth, besides Jane. Eris arrived on the shuttle moments ago and confirmed Jane had entered mental shutdown in the final stages of her slime pregnancy. She would pop soon, but not on her own. She was so massive now, she was stable and would never pop from infusions or drinking. Instead, they would have to induce.

“We are literally about to pop our new wife with the equivalent of a giant pin because she’s actually become a fucking planet without terraforming.” Rico said with intense arousal as the large needle hovered over the general region of Jane’s underbelly, where the thinnest point of her planet-like crust would be. Yes, crust. She was officially a planet with a mantle and all.

“Eris ran the simulations, she’ll either explode all at once like the rest of us did, rupture in a fountain and spray the babies to the far wall of Jovia’s womb or only have a tiny opening made and have to be hollowed out like a giant egg and her creamy insides collected for her consciousness to reconstitute.” Shekka stated with a horny lick of her lips, grope of her goo tits and fingers already working her snatch even after most of a year of getting regularly fucked.

“The first two will be quick, but knowing Jane, it’ll likely be the third one. I bet she’s a shell world.” Luster stated and held up a massive vibrating dildo. “I wager Mister Twister!”

“No sex toy betting! It’s about to happen anyway.” Brennie huffed in annoyed amusement and watched the giant tungsten needle descend through Jane’s atmosphere. It punched into her, yet did nothing else. “Yep, she’s an egg. A solid egg that’s been cracked. Gonna have to suck her out.” Brennie sighed with fond exasperation as the needle was retracted and the gooey insides stayed in because of Jane’s actual fucking gravity, so the Sweepers moved in.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Gehela, now sporting a size-restriction collar, said from next to everyone. She was the only one of hundreds of thousands of her and Jovia’s noodles to stick around. Apparently, as cosmic entities focused on creation, they already had work to do in helping reduce at least some of Devorak’s violent Destructive phenomenon. “Her membrane thickened and crystalized into a planetary crust, her goo formed the mantle and core.”

“Is it permanent?” Vinnie asked worriedly.

“Yes, but Jane’s consciousness will have moved to her still amorphous goo. So now there’s a giant silvery crystalline shell with smaller-.” The breasts and butt-cheeks snapped off, now hollow. “Correction, there are now five giant crystal shell planets to deal with. Where should we drop them off?” Visilia asked curiously as the smaller Saturn-sized planets orbited the main.

“Well…trying to add any of them to an inhabited system would throw off the existing orbits, but I want them as close to the throneworld system as possible, since they’re inhabitable and the Coven will have them terraformed within a month.” Brennie hummed as she considered it, but ultimately. “We should ask Jane. This is her remains we’re talking about.” This had a Rebirth written all over it. Jane might come out of this a totally different person, but still the same.

“Nanny’s Vacuum reports having found her, but she’s a giantess and they’re getting a collar on her while she’s still dead asleep.” Ionyx reported while looking at his omni.

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“Uhn…” Too bright~. Five more minutes. ‘It’s been too long, get your glorious ass up.’ I groaned and pushed myself up, blinking to get my vision to refresh. When did I solidify my form? ‘Subconsciously. Being slime all the time is fine, but not when asleep.’ Good point…Force? ‘Hey girl~! How’s my bae?’ Oh no, you’re a Valley Girl? ‘Yes, but the smart kind.’ Okay, bearable.

I went to stand up and watched the room scale with my height. Why was the ceiling low before? The door shrunk down and in walked…an ant? Holy fuck, how big am I?! ‘You’re as big as that fine bitch Uri, hun.’ Holy fuck! I’m bigger than a Luna-class moon?! ‘Hun, you grew to the size of a Sol-class yellow star, be glad you didn’t replace Visilia as the native Fertility Goddess because she nabbed it just before you arrived in this dimension.’ That is fucking hot! ‘I know~!’

“Oi!” Oh, Brennie~! “Ah, cool. You’re awake. How are you feeling?” She asked and I didn’t even need to get closer to know she was aiming some sort of sonic device at one of my mountain-sized ears to hear that. Wow. This being my True Size, gonna be an adjustment.

“Never better! I can talk with Force now, but she’s a Valley Girl. A smart one, though.” Sorry girl. ‘I get it boo, my flaveh ain’t for everyone.’ Never go that heavy again, please. ‘Naw, it all me.’

“I just heard that and I hate it already.” Wait, Brennie heard that? ‘Hun, at this size, I am practically a gravity field with all the Me you be emitting.’ Wait, that’s less Valley and more Creole. ‘Pfft, let me do me, babe. Now, unless you want me broadcasting all over, how about you get down on the floor with your lover thanks to the collar on your neck.’ Collar?! “Breathe! Breathe~! This is an order! That thing will let you live normally!” I bristled, but…it didn’t?

“I can ignore orders without biting back now~!” I cheered and with will, my new size-restriction collar had me standing several feet from my new wife and I ran to her, glomping her and getting spun around~! “We’re married~! Oh gods! I had the best fucking honeymoon and I love ya all more than I can put into words!” I fluttered Brennie with kisses and she laughed.

“Yes! Yes, we know.” Brennie roughly tousled my messy mane of hair, wow I have a big head of hair now. It goes to my ass. Dayum. I must look like Loona from Helluva Boss. “Anyway, everyone’s waiting for you. Let’s go.” Brennie ushered me through the door and on the way through the ship, I saw viewing windows into giant daycares that had toddlers running around!

“How long was I out?” I asked fearfully, but Force didn’t tell me. I guess Force can only openly chat when I’m not restrained like this. I spun my new collar, a symbol not of imprisonment, but another form of Freedom for me and I smirked. Thank gosh. Her accents were annoying. I got a sensation of pouting and acknowledgement. Okay, we’ll chat later, Force. Notions of content.

“Three years after we had to puncture you, drain you, then got to work on terraforming the five giant shell planets you left behind.” Brennie spanked my ass and I blushed bright red.

“...I’m actually impressed we went at it that hard.” I grinned and bit my lip. “Do it again?”

“In a century or so, babe, damn~.” Brennie laughed and squeezed my ass, which I just noticed was still naked. “…Okay, I’m pregnant again, but I have reasons beyond most. Besides, we all gave birth to enough new lives to populate all those worlds you also created. I think that our epic planet-scale breeding finally getting our population out of the red outside of immigration is enough excuse to take a break and handle the life we have made.”

“Fair enough. So~...do I get to name them? I want one of those planets to be named Bob.” I declared and Brennie snorted with a roll of her eyes. “Hey, Titan A.E. is a classic!”

“Fucking American, but yes you can name them.” Brennie answered.with her hand still on my ass and kneading it, making me wiggle my eyebrows. “Don’t mind my hand, years away have made me kneady.” I laughed at the horrible pun in surprise and playfully swatted her offending hand with my tail. “But anyway, your flagship has been done for years now.” Oh…oh.

That’s right, I have to…go. Away from my wonderful wives and husbands. Stupid, stupid past me! Fucking me over! Well…it will be fun, but no way can I go more than a month without seeing any of my new wives and husbands. I looked down at the Royal Signet Ring signifying my status as a member of the Royal Family and my status as a Harem Wife. I just realized this thing didn’t get lost or damaged, like my Navel Pearl and Nipple Studs didn’t.

“You are to report back on the third week of every month and remain in the palace or with a member of the Royal Family for that week. Your ship’s temporal drive will ensure you are never late.” Brennie said, as if having heard my worries and she rubbed my lower back. “You also have to give your ship a name.”

“Hm…damn, uh…the Argent Anarchy?” I suggested off the cuff, belatedly realizing I had just suggested naming it after myself since I’m Silver and govern Freedom-.

“That’ll work.” Brennie pressed things on her omni! “Confirmed, they’re engraving it in the hull now.” Brennie declared impishly.

“Brennie~!” I whined in dismay and she laughed at my embarrassment.

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The officially dubbed Argent Anarchy was the first of its type produced by the Argentine industrial complex. Unlike even the corvette class ships which prioritize durability and firepower over speed, the Argent Anarchy was a corvette-cruiser, bridging the two classifications in size while emphasizing speed. It was shaped like a spike with massive engines taking up the whole back quarter of the ship, meaning aside from Runner’s native ship alt, it was the fastest there is.

“It is literally a giant spike.” Marcus commented in bemusement, not having looked at the ship’s design so much as the specs before. “What is the main armament? I don’t see a MAC or other anti-ship weapons.”

“It doesn’t have one. The AA isn’t meant for destroying ships, it is meant for capturing them. It intercepts, disables and boards.” Nexus, who had lent her design expertise to the commission of the first officially new-built Privateer ship in the Argentine fleet, answered while her tentacles manipulated several consoles at once. “Instead, the whole ship acts as a focus for an ionization blast to stun ships up to dreadnought class.” The 14 foot tall purple elfin quarian smugly said.

“...Can we commission these for police work? It would be nice to capture criminals not in need of immediate purging more often.” Edward suggested as he half paid attention to the ceremony where King Hydrax had his new wife, Isillit, beside him. They were ‘knighting’ Jane with a public declaration of her new role, so that the whole galaxy knew not even the thugs on the fringes were safe now.

“I have already streamlined and dumbed-down the design for lower-quality mass-production types much easier to maintain and update. The Forges have the blueprints already.” Nexus answered and squeaked when both of her new husbands sandwiched the equally tall woman between their 14 foot tall beefy bodies and smooched her cheeks. “Away with you! I have a work ethic beyond sex you know!” Nexus flustered and whipped their butts with her tendies.

The boys laughed and left their new wife and old friend and savior to her thing. “Another adventure done and another great group of additions to the family. Glad we went, not sad we left.” Marcus, now a cybertronian slime after all the shenanigans in Jovia’s womb, chuckled and Edward sighed wistfully. “Can’t save everyone, uncle.”

“I know. I just wish for a present that could-have-been, but we live in the present we have now and it is great as it is. Anyway, Lord Admiral Marcus, what are you going to do with all the leave you built up for the past, I don’t know, five military campaigns you’ve headed?” Edward asked his workaholic nephew teasingly and Marcus snorted.

“I’m part of the Harem now, I’ve got a lot of belated love to share even with the years spent in Jovia. Including with Jovia, since she only had the energy to do it with Brennie once without risking the stability of her womb.” Marcus grinned with horny masculine energy. “Besides, with Jane about to take a fleet of old ships out to raid the raiders, I’m kinda out of a job for now.”

“Well then, spend most of your free time introducing your dragon ladies to the others now that everyone isn’t a giant baby ball unable to think past swallowing and getting bred.” Edward suggested before they left the R&D labs of the palace, which was undergoing massive renovations due to all of the new family members moving in. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Edward slid into a room and locked the door behind him. “Hey~.” He lilted with his voice being smoother.

“Hey, sweetie.” Rico replied to Edryn, the hyper-buxom wide-hipped thicc wolfess version of Edward, as she sashayed her way towards him. “How did it go?” He asked while she stripped.

“Everything went swimmingly well~.” Edryn cooed before the two kissed. “Mm~! This is already so addicting. Good thing I didn’t jump in during the honeymoon, I would have stayed this way.”

“Just warn me if you want to back out. Now, I have the condoms, so you’ll be safe.” Rico supportively said to his wife and they kissed again.

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“Now?” I asked a bit sadly and Brennie nodded. We were at the front with all the other Marines at the umbilical connecting the Argent Anarchy, but I would be going in alone. The crew was already on board, including Anno, Syri, Khorgan, Tam-Tam, Shekka, Hildra, Uri, and Luster Dawn. So at least I have 8 of my wives with me, but I was still sad to be leaving the rest of my family to go off and do fun pirate-y shit. I mean, I wanna go do fun pirate-y shit, but I’ll miss my family, unlike before. Not that I didn’t miss me mum, but…she’s been dead for centuries now.

“Now. It’s been delayed within all reason, babe, but it’s time for you to get on that ship with the swagger of your Pirate Queen self and plunder some ill-gotten booty with that fine one of yours.” Vinnie piped up and got agreeing nods while I smirked and playfully patted my ass at them. I was in my usual outfit, the bodysuit was only for intense combat. My graphic crop top, jean shorts, boot, right limb armor, bandana and tricorn hat were more than enough for most things.

“Yarr, I’ll avast their booties with great abandon, but do it with a heart for home. Ever since me mum died, I never had someone waiting fer me, so this will be rough at first.” I admitted to them and started hugging and kissing them all. Thank gosh it was only the Marines, otherwise I’d never end up getting on my new ship which was loaded down with all the essentials, Mobiles included. The Argentines would be slower to incorporate them, but I specialize in them.

“Yeah, but that’s life.” Kevin stated with a shrug and I sighed before Force niggled my brain.

“Say. Brennie, Vinnie, why those names and not Brienne and Vienne?” I asked and my wives opened their mouths, only to pause, blink, then look embarrassed. I sensed through the Force that they were admonishing themselves for not thinking of this so fucking long ago.

“That never crossed our minds, but those will be our new names. So much sexier on the tongue. Thanks, Jane.” Vienne smooched me and then I got an urge that had me grinning manically.

“Alright, I guess it’s-whoa?!” Brienne yelped in surprise at the audacity of me abducting her in a fireman carry over my right shoulder! “Guys? Guys?!” The others just waved goodbye and I laughed triumphantly. “Oh…right. She’s the new Pirate Queen…”

“Start the ship! Start the ship~!” I shouted gleefully upon entering the bridge and seconds later, we did an aborted disconnect from the umbilical like planned and were headed for the Mass Relay. They were only used for travel between close, established systems, but we had a route to follow to the galactic south. “Now, my stolen booty.” I spanked her ass by my head and she jolted. “It is time for me to claim my spoils in the traditional way~.” I carried her from the bridge.

Brienne mewled submissively like how Hermais told me she would. My wife of War had a surprisingly intense sexual submissive side when her partners took charge~. I entered my private quarters up on the habitation deck and tossed Brienne on the bed, making her bounce on the massive sinfully comfortable surface. “Jane~.”

“My brood-bitch~. This time, I’m gonna be the one impregnating you~. Take those shorts off, you don’t need them~.” I ordered as I unbuttoned my jean shorts.

“Will I have to walk around naked~?” Brienne asked with all of her clothing instantly gone.

“O’ course! How else would the crew get their hands on ya? Gotta give ‘em equal share of the booty.” I dropped my shorts and panties, grool was already running down my thighs and the back of my basketball-sized nuts with my arm-sized wolf cock stiff and ready. “Now, try to shiver me timbers, because after ya turned me into five planets at once, I am not the weak woman I used to be!” I pounced on my wife with a ravenous hunger~<3

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“So she’s going to kidnap any of the Harem she can while on campaign to have her fun and test our defenses?” Visilia asked the remaining Marines with aroused incredulity.

“Yep. She passed it by Marcus, who secretly gave it the green light. I’ll admit, considering how her fleet ran the blockade at Aiur II, it will be a great live-fire exercise for our navy.” Edward said with amusement and approval. He was oddly more vocal than usual lately.

“I know we don’t use money like most governments do, but it will still cost a lot to support such activities.” Willow voiced, since as a Goddess of Commerce, she was put on the advisory council. “It’s easily done, but is this going to go forward or not? I need confirmation.”

“Gonna have to get used to everyone being here now.” Visilia muttered and then nodded. “Alright, let it be known to all that the Argentine Privateers are to test our defenses with live-fire exercises using stunning and capture techniques.” At least Jane Silver keeps things interesting.

“Hey~!” They perked up and saw a red Wiatr Fairy lowering from the ceiling. “Jane had me stay so that I could finish getting upgrades for my stability.”

“Rivala! Where’ve you been? We haven’t seen you in the 3 years since Jane popped.” Edward asked their wife, who was Jane’s best friend and honestly…wait.

“Oh, you know, helping the others adjust to life here. Especially Jimbo and his family unit. Really glad we grabbed his mom before we abandoned the Old Home.” Rivala commented, reminding them that Jimbo’s harem, which included Amelia’s sister and her Chaos Noodle lover and had Doctor Delbert Doppler as a stepdad who fell hard for Jim’s mom Sarah in these brief years.

“Wait, no. You were gone before then, were suddenly there at the wedding and honeymoon, then gone again. Time fuckery?” Visilia asked with frustration and concern, remembering that the Wiatr Fairies, outside of spreading Equusian influence, were also often tapped for dimensional and temporal shenanigans.

“Urk, uh, yeah~. I was doing Time Paradox Prevention for Eris, since she’s still adjusting.” Rivala grew to full size and leaned over the high back of one of the council chairs with her tits boobhatting Rico. “I’m home-home now though and ready to get stabilized so I don’t go poof or turn into a Morph from running out of Wish Magic.”

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear through my sexy earmuffs.” Rico joked and Rivala giggled.

“Sure thing, I’ll take care of you after this meeting finishes.” Willow assured her ancient creation.

“Weren’t we wrapping up?” Hydrax asked, having been quiet most of the meeting since he didn’t have any input against what was brought up or anything else to add. Things have been smooth, very smooth, since his children finally brought their skilled, estranged family home.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Vienne agreed and everyone stood up to go about their days.

Another wonderful day in the life of the rulers of Devorak. Visilia sighed, glad for this upturn.

Perhaps things will finally change for the better for more than a few decades.

The End