Pirate Bebop

Ch.22

“Mm~...” Jim felt so dirty right now, using his body to make Amelia more pliable to his suggestions felt wrong. “Oh, Jim…” Still, the way he drove her wild, the way she adored him, the way it felt to cradle her to his chest after hours of passionate lovemaking was amazing enough to drive away some of the guilt. “Jim, I’m definitely pregnant again. We were under orders…”

“Our superiors want us all dead, Amy.” Jim bluntly stated and Amelia sighed.

“I know…” Her answer mildly surprised him, but she was a woman of great intuition.

“Then will you help me?” He hugged his mate to him and she reached up and behind her to rub his cheek.

“I’d die for you.” Amelia declared as she squeezed the hand he had on her falsely flat stomach.

“That’s not going to happen. I just need you to keep my divinity a secret. Downplay it, turn curiosity away. Urta and Penny came to me as astral projections and bestowed their Aspects to me in a gamble to save them and their families from being trapped in Paradise.” Jim told his lover and she hummed thoughtfully.

“The Pleasure Palace of the gods, I know. It’s on Ark Harmonia, drifting in the Dark Space between Andromeda, Milky Way and Triangulum. Getting there won’t be easy. Nobody but the President, CEO and their inner circles have access to it. We’d need an army to get in and the Legacy is an old ship.” Amelia sat up and moaned while Jim grunted, still connected at the crotch with each other. “Uhn~...you’re still hard?”

“God of Virility.” Jim shrugged and bit his lip as his lover twisted on his pole, panting like a whore until she was facing him and looking moments away from an orgasm, but she willed herself back to reality.

“My god of Virility, even if you weren’t divine.” Amelia’s proclamation filled Jim with joy. “Now then, even with my clout, I cannot just order my crew to go rogue. The Legacy may be one of the UnSC’s few super-dreadnoughts, but she would be hard-pressed to breach the first line of automated defenses around the Harmony Gates on her own.”

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we’re after a certain hyper-competent space pirate, isn’t it?” Jim’s suggestion made Amelia bristle and coo.

“Jim, you suggest the most devious things. Tell me more~.” Amelia purred and began bouncing on his pole again.

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“I have your next task. You are to attend a meeting aboard the Folly.” Bones said at the morning meeting when she entered and sent a file to Jet.

“The super-cargo ship Folly? Silver once said that ship has taken out more pirates than most fleets. Why are we getting anywhere close to it?” Jet asked as he brought up his omni to look at the received file.

“Her, she’s a Planter that has been retrofitted over the years by her chosen partner Arlend Fester. Fester is well known with all contractor cargo ships in all three galaxies and he can make it hell for most Govs and Corps to do business. You are to meet with him and the Folly and make a deal for them to ally with us. Don’t make them enemies, that will screw up all logistical plans we have for the future.” Bones stated and I got fairly excited.

A: the Folly is a legendary Relic ship, B: Arlend Fester is an Icon of Freedom. If not for my unfair advantage due to my genealogy, he’d be the one to have the mantle of God of Freedom. He refuses to support slaving operations and promotes free trade in a society where his intergalactic shipping union was billed excessively for refusing to cave in to Gov and Corps demands and yet he still turns a really huge profit. Wiatr must love him.

Then again, he has a shipping fleet to rival navies and with the Folly as his flagship, he can come down on any serious issues of arms with a giant laser blast that can glass a planet if need be. Sadly, most of the Planters left with Nexus for Paradise during the Fall after they sabotaged as much tech as possible. The only ones remaining stayed because of stubbornness or other personal reasons and none of them serve the Govs or Corps directly.

“Wait, that giant ship is alive? It’s bigger than most space stations nowadays.” Spike commented when Jet brought up a hologram of the ship that marked it as 10kms in length and it looked very much like a corn cob sprouting roots at the base with all of the shipping containers locked onto her outer hull and the tentacles/legs at the ‘bottom’. Next to it was the Bebop, which was almost only twice the size of one of those gigantic freighter-sized shipping containers.

“The Planters are one of Nexus’ greatest achievements. A full AI-driven super-dreadnought or battlecruiser either born of her womb or reborn in said womb from the Reapers. A single one is capable of destroying a planet, if slowly.” Brennie stated with nostalgia. “We have a few in the Argentine fleets. Beautiful flagships with great personalities. Too gentle for extermination missions, though. They were made to cherish and preserve life, so we keep them on defense.”

“So why is this one not in Paradise or with you?” Ed asked as she gawked at the ship that dwarfed both modern space stations and the heaviest of ships in size.

“Like Bones said, she’s with her chosen partner. The Planters are alive and Folly has chosen to remain for her beloved.” Vinnie answered with respect in her tone.

“Well, let’s get going! Well, we might want to take a ship other than the Bebop. We don’t want to trouble Arlend and the Folly for associating with known pirates. How much crewspace does the Moondast Gruss have, Hildra?” I asked the ship’s creator and the purple rask hummed.

“Even though she’s got the tonnage of a frigate and the thrusters of a cruiser, she only has the crewspace of a gunboat. I’d fix that given some time, but I’m guessing we’re on a time limit?” Hildra asked Bones with a nervous rub of her bigger belly. The rask was pregnant when we encountered her and rasks only have two-week gestation periods before laying.

“The Folly will actually be in a nearby system for the next week. If you use a Navel Pearl and had all of the engineers of this crew tackle that monstrosity you call a ship, I’m sure the issue would be resolved in a timely fashion. If not, then Runner could be quickly repainted.” Bone suggested and the bunny-wolf bristled hard enough to look like a Jolteon...OMG she’s a Jolteon!

“I am not letting you repaint my hull!” Runner growled as her guards raised their weapons against Bones while electricity sparked from her body as ice formed at the bottom of her paws.

“Oh my gosh, yer a Jolteon! Ya just shot up in sexiness a thousand times when I already wanted to marry ya on sight!” I proclaimed with my eyes sparkling and tongue hanging out as my tail wagged. I froze when I realized I said that out loud. “I-I have a right to find anthropomorphic pokemon sexy! Don’t judge me!”

“I-I’m not a Jolteon! I just look very similar!” Runner protested with a cute fluster and her siblings laughed. “Oh shut it! Don’t make me figure out what pokemon you guys look like!”

“Hey, I don’t have a problem with that, but what would any of us resemble as pokemon, hm?” Brennie asked teasingly and I raised a hand.

“Arcanine. The scaly bits aside, yer a dead-ringer for Arcanine.” I stated promptly.

“Yay~! I'm the best doggo!” Brennie cheered before getting tackled by Vinnie.

“No! I’m the best doggo!” Vinnie playfully growled and I slobbered at the sight of the sexy bitches wrestling a bit and getting their heaving racks all smooshed against each other.

“Can we please get back to the meeting before I’m even more tempted to shank someone and collect their bones for my outfits?” Bones snarked with a sneer on her otherwise pretty face.

“Who’s the cunt that recommended a repaint for our queen?” Vinnie’s Empyreal retorted, to which Bones didn’t take too kindly, but wasn’t stupid enough to try and fight her. At least, not in tight quarters with allies in the room. Unwanted collateral damage and casualties would happen.

“As much as I want to watch these sexy bitches wrestle, yeah, we have work to do. You guys chill while us gearheads get to work.” Shekka said and I moved to follow, but she held up a hand. “Sorry babe, but you’re only good for maintenance work, not overhauls.” Aw...true.

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“Oh, Eris~.” Brennie moaned as she and Vinnie were being milked by the milk machine. Eris claimed that it was for an experiment, but it sounded like an excuse to get intimate with them once again. Not that they were complaining.

“Yes~?” Eris teased while running her hands all over their bodies.

“You’re such a naughty, pervy noodle~.” Vinnie mewled in pleasure as Eris kissed their womb tattoos, the runic bunnies that Wiatr gifted them were maintained out of sentiment.

“And you two love it when I worship you, my Broodmother Goddesses~.” The Time Noodle praised before leaving her crotch in front of Brennie and kissed Vinnie. “Such good girls~.”

“Mm~.” Brennie went to work on Eris’s pussy, licking as the noodle petted and groped her with disembodied hands before Brennie felt her tongue was encouraging a hard-on.

“Who’s a good goddess of death?” Eris praised Vinnie as the serpent nuzzled and kissed the bunny wolf who absolutely looked like a Jolteon despite all of her protests.

“Me~.” Vinnie answered happily.

“Who wants me to milk them and pound them until I pump strawberry pudding into their wombs~?” Eris asked while Brennie licked the time goddess’ cock throbbing next to her snout.

“Aw, no balls~?” Brennie whined before four churning basketball-sized orbs appeared before her nose in a scaly, musky sack. The twisted tempered cock dripped virile pre on her head. “Mm, better~.” She nuzzled, licked and nipped at the strawberry-flavored spheres with aplomb.

“Oh, I can smell all that strawberry pudding stored inside~.” Vinnie purred as the sisters pampered and worshiped Eris’s quads.

“Oh, so good. I’ve had to abstain for even I don’t know how long in that awful cave. Silver helped a little, but she couldn’t handle all of my balls just yet.” Eris groaned as a spurt of cum shot out onto Vinnie’s back. She yelped when her quads began to grow and fill, not by her own doing. “Oh~! S-so full!” Eris whimpered needily and clutched at her lower abs.

“Wow! Was that us?!” Brennie was shocked when she felt a tingling sensation coming from within herself. She was surprised, especially because she didn’t feel like she was having an orgasm. Still, whatever was going on, she was all for it.

“I think so. It must be our shared Aspect of Life.” Vinnie concluded when she sensed it. The power of Life was, in essence, similar to the power of Fertility. They were connected. Technically speaking, they were Goddesses of Fertility as well due to their heavy association with Wiatr, Urta and Penny, but they did not have that Aspect due to resisting its lure.

“Oh, so you're asking for me to pump you full of pups?” Eris moaned as she rubbed her cock. “I thought we didn’t have the leeway to do that this time, you naughty girls.”

“Sorry, but it has been a while.” Brennie licked her chops as she fondled the quad balls.

“I don’t know how long it’s been for you, but it’s clearly been ages for me.” Eris mewled meekly.

“We can tell.” Vinnie said as she joined in with Brennie, rubbing and petting her balls, hearing them gurgle and slosh. “Um, this is still strawberry pudding, right? Not actual cum?” She asked before taking a deep whiff of Eris’s potent and mind-numbing musk.

“I’m really trying for that, but you know, Exogol and my powers being screwy.” Eris panted as the sisters lapped at the pre that dribbled from her cock like a leaky faucet.

“Hm.” Vinne hummed thoughtfully as Brennie took a taste test of the pre. “Well?”

“It looks like strawberry, smells like it, tastes like it.” The red dracowolf answered before licking up some more tasty pre. “Mm~ nope. It’s more like strawberry yogurt than pudding. Just to be safe, place womb protection on us in case of active sperm.”

“Yeah, good idea. I can’t tell if it’s yogurt or yogurt-like cum.” Eris moaned as her hands rubbed their muscular abs before she shoved her cock down Brennie’s throat. The red dracowolf moaned around the cock in her mouth and down her throat, sucking and gulping down the thick liquid as Eris came like a busted pipe. It drove her so horny her pussy gushed in light orgasm.

When her belly bloated to the point it began lifting her off of the floor, Eris willed herself to stop gushing and she squeezed her base before she pulled out and floated over to Vinnie, who eagerly gulped the two-foot long bumpy snake penis down her throat and moaned when she began to get her yogurt filling. She too came by the time she was lifted up by her belly.

“Unf, you two sexy bitches. I’m going to pound your pussies until I’m satisfied and there’s enough of your milk to feed Silver until she has enough Argent slime to fuel a small fleet.” Eris purred when she floated behind Vinnie and thrust her massive dick into the angelic Jolteon-like woman’s eager cunt.

“Ahn~! Yesh~!” Vinnie howled as she rocked on Eris’s cock, while Brennie worked on her quads.

“Oh, yes~.” Eris moaned as she grabbed the faux-Jolteon’s ears, feeling her balls expand more. “Oh, I missed you girls so much~.”

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“So, ready for this?” Pillar asked Faye as he ran his hands gently over the hippogriff’s splayed wings, which he needed to help her even get into this position. Truly the blessings of his wives have faded if someone with such a debilitating degenerative handicap even existed. A winged flight-capable species sometimes having lame wings with a 1-in-5 chance? A 1-in-100 chance that the condition was terminal until just recently? This universe needed help.

At least the work on the Elcorians and Drell hadn’t backtracked from what Hunter has found. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I could’ve just wished it away with Rivala, but it’s bad enough I’m going to give in to Swerta’s demands and wish for a body like the others since she too was naturally that stacked.” Faye muttered into the pillow her face was resting on. They were doing this in her room using chairs so she could spread her wings on her bed.

“Why don’t you want to do that? It’d be much simpler and less potentially painful than proper healing magic.” Pillar saw Rivala for what she was. She was one of many, she was a fairy of Wiatr that found something other than her creator to live for. Despite that, she was still devoted to granting wishes and improving the lives of others, so there was no issue with using her power so long as they avoided depleting her.

“Because if wishes were fishes, nobody would go hungry. Sure, we have a magic wish-granting fairy on board, but she used to be a Morph, what we call depleted Wiatr Fairies. She’d expended her wish-granting magic and turned into a brainless pet for who-knows how long. Even though she can recharge by snacking on Silver, I don’t want to impose on my friend.” Faye said and Pillar nodded. He could respect that notion.

“Okay then. Bite down on that leather strap I gave you.” Pillar directed and once she nodded, he put his hands to her back and they shined with a pale golden light. Her shriek of agony made his ears pin back, but he kept his focus as he watched the weak, atrophied muscles of her back strengthen and he moved his hands along, making the thin, pathetic bones and muscles thicken. The audible pops and snaps that made it past Faye’s screeches was fairly unsettling.

Soon enough, he was done and Faye was passed out, having pissed herself in pain. “If I didn’t sense she chose this, ya’d have a blade in yer kidney.” Pillar turned to see Silver enter the room and he stepped back to watch her gently move Faye onto the bed, even cringing when she soaked Faye’s shorts with her slime and cleaned the urine. “Blech, you’re lucky yer my friend, Faye or I would’ve just stripped ya and tossed those in the wash.”

“Why didn’t you?” Pillar asked with a bit of disgust.

“What and risk her getting an infection because she pissed herself while she was unconscious? She would’ve needed a wash anyway, I just took the expedient method.” Silver told him and made a gagging gesture. “Thanks fer healing her. The medical sciences really fucking died after the Empire was gone.”

“It is part of my duty to heal those in need. My Defenders specialize in holding positions, which includes healing said warriors and those in our care. Besides, Faye and Swerta here are up dozens of meters in the air when maintaining their mobile suits. Since you guys don’t have a dedicated safety harness, she needs those wings for her safety. I suggest you have such a thing installed, especially with small folk like the raskvel and the kids working on them too.” Pillar suggested and Silver shrugged.

“I’ve seen one fall from that high and bounce a few feet before giving a thumbs up to their crew. Rasks are crazy durable as well as crazy, but yeah. With Ed and Aurora up in the rafters, the hangar needs a safety harness system. I may not be able to overhaul stuff, so while the others are working on the Moondast Gruss, I’ll see about that.” Silver looked down at her friend and up at him before she surged up in size, leaving her clothes on the floor as she looked him in the eye from an equal height. “Next time, let us know.”

“Sure-mm!” She kissed him fast and hard with her breasts compressing into his pecs and her hands kneading his lower abs before she was suddenly her normal self, fully clothed and blowing a kiss and a wink up at him as she left with her tail wagging hard enough to slap her ass. “She was a heterosexual man not even a month ago? Hot damn does she adjust fast.”

She also reeked of ‘fuck me’ pheromones. Or that’s her Argent slime nature fooling him.

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“Oh my god I can’t believe I did that~!” I staggered into the wall down the hall, panting heavily and clutching at my lower abs at the desperate ache within me. Fuck~! I’m in heat?! This is what it’s like?! Fuck~! No wonder all of the ladies that run on heat-cycles go fucking nuts when it’s breeding season! I just about ripped his clothes off and fucked him right on the spot!

I shuddered and sunk down to my hips, letting my shorts float in my pool of slime as I tried not to give in and run back to that incredible stud to get bred and sate this-no! No~! I can’t! I can’t~! I need to be combat ready! I don’t care if Luster has a cache of those Navel Pearls, I’m not going into combat with a belly full of pups! Besides, the Warrior is keyed to my male form, I don’t even know if it’ll let me do it in my womanly form.

I ground my gooey hips into my mound of slime and whimpered needily before I heard the moans of pleasure. I slithered hurriedly to the source and found a locked door. I ditched my clothes outside and seeped through the seams in the door to find two immobile collections of spheres, one yellow the other red and the glorious ballsack between them! My brain went to my cunt and I rushed for the delicious smell! “Silv-eep! Silver~!” Yummy~!