Pirate Bebop

Ch.30

After I got introduced to Luster’s First Spawn, I went about my day and enjoyed the feeling of my Belly Pet in my womb, regardless if she even did anything. Just having her there felt profoundly comforting. I did my rounds on the Bebop, idly rubbing my stomach when I thought nobody was looking and occasionally taking a break in a hidden spot to masturbate from how my pet worked me up. I’m surprised at how good I’ve gotten at playing with my pussy.

It wasn’t until it was nearing dinnertime when the Argentines returned with hardlight cages full of active scrap droids and a few hardlight bubbles with full gray goo colonies pressing their simulated huge tits against their confines. None of them have Souls, which saddened me. I knew it was true, but it felt wrong to see such potential, yet it was not achieving it.

However… “Hey…” I looked from the gray goo I approached and then followed the tiny thread of a Soul in the direction of Novahome. “It has no soul itself, but it’s connected to one, if so miniscule it’s thinner than a gossamer thread.” I carefully ran my finger on the frail thing.

“Ma’am, if you have the power to give these things sentience-.” I held up a hand to stop Helvex’s sentence.

“No, that’s not right. These are just vessels. They’ve tried and failed to...I need to go to Novahome and find the source. My sense of Freedom has latched onto a frightening truth. People are trapped and they tried to use the goo to escape, but failed.” I looked at the threads and then sprinted over to Bay 2. “Anno! Anno, you’re connected to this, if barely, were there any secrets you were seeking at Novahome?”

“Huh? Well, there is the fabled Deck 13, which was impossible to reach since all elevators were forced to skip it even if the button was pressed. I had a supposed key I bought off of Aurora shortly before you Surprise Adopted me that-yip!” I hoisted the sexy bitch over my head and started running back to Bay 1. “H-hey! Wait! We still-!”

“Lives are at stake, Anno! Do au have the key?” I demanded urgently as I took us towards the lift up to the motor pool, where Vinnie was waiting for us oddly enough with a manic grin on her face. Along with her and Brennie’s retinues. Brennie was kicking her legs happily inside of me.

“Yeah, it’s in my inventory. As fun as it is to somehow be carried by my ass, can you please put me down?” Anno huffed in amusement and I set her on her paws. “Thank you, now, let me get my gear on.” Anno unzipped her black bodysuit enough to retrieve her shield belt, blaster pistol and an actual physical key. I remember seeing the elevators had a manual key slot.

“So, there’s where Brennie decided to go.” Vinnie snickered and patted my stomach, making me grin in an equally manic way. “Careful, you might turn into a Madgoddess.”

“Would that be so bad? Cause agony is no reward, for one more hit and one last score-!”

“Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord~!” Vinnie and I chorused together and tittered like ninnies. Even the other Argentines applauded us for that one note. Of course they would be into that sort of music. Nice~! That’s one of my favorites, especially since Freedom is in the chant.

“Oh thank gosh, I need someone I can go nuts with. Keep cultivating the seed of madness.” Vinnie kissed me and I moaned into her mouth, but the passionate moment was ended by strong hands pulling us out of the elevator once we reached the motor pool. I jumped on a swoop bike with Vinnie wrapping her arms around my waist and we took off towards Novahome.

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“My gosh.” Jim hissed in disgust at the sight of UnSC ships bombarding the more-than-likely innocent planet of Zelus just because someone found something they wanted or feared.

“Don’t worry, Ensign Hawkins. You won’t be participating in the purge.” Commander Arrow stated, since while Amelia would be commanding the Legacy from the bridge, Arrow was Jim’s mission control. Arrow, while a consummate professional, was loyal to Amelia first and last. They’d been together since their careers started and Arrow would die for her.

“Good, because I’m not a murderer.” Jim muttered to himself as he prepared to get into the Ball, the most rudimentary mobile craft intended for minor maintenance duty with a single high-caliber anti-armor gun loaded with HE shells for destroying nearby space debris or asteroids endangering maintenance work in space. This model was actually intended as an orbital drop pod capable of limited atmospheric flight and able to return to space from a stop.

It was these two features that made it perfect as a shock-trooper’s drop-pod since it could take the impact and fly again 9 times out of 10. Reusable drop-pods saved money. “Remember, have no technology on you when approaching Doctor Doppler’s outpost.” Arrow reminded Jim as he prepared to close the hatch. He nodded in confirmation and sealed himself in.

He watched the countdown and then braced, clenching his anus before the force of the launch from the Legacy pushed him into his harness with enough force that an untrained or weaker person would have snapped their necks, restraints and seating be damned. The rapid descent towards the besieged planet was exhilarating and terrifying, but Jim grit his teeth and reminded himself that Amelia was counting on him, even if it was for her ex.

From how she described him, he was a great guy. Shame his head was in the clouds too much for Amelia to have stayed with him. Even if he cherished what he had with her, he wouldn’t begrudge that someone else brought her enough happiness that she almost married him. His musings were enough that when the Ball broke the atmosphere, he only faintly noted the increase of interior temperature.

Seeing the ground rapidly approaching, he activated the slowdown protocol and the thrusters fired, taking him from terminal velocity down to near-terminal in time to impact the tropical jungle. Jim thanked his powerful Changeling Behemoth physiology that this only rattled him instead of hurting him. He checked his omni-tool’s map before nodding and willed his left arm to transform into slime, allowing him to remove his omni-tool implant.

When they said no tech, he assumed no tech, not even cybernetic implants. Thank goodness he only had his omni. He pushed it into his trousers to be safe in his Inventory before he freed himself from the harness and then opened the hatch. The humid air smacked into him and the oppressive heat made him quickly unzip his bodysuit to wrap the arms around his waist so his elytra could open and his wings could vent the rapidly building body heat.

He rushed through the jungle in the direction he memorized from the map and had to briefly freeze at the sight of a dilapidated heavy mech-suit that turned towards him. Inside was nothing but bones, but it seemed the pilot of the ancient and outdated machine left the suit on autopilot. After observing him for a few moments, it went back to turning the torso on the pintle mount connecting it to the reverse-jointed legs.

Jim took that to mean he passed whatever scans the ancient armor did and he cautiously stepped past, noting the few UnSC personnel nearby that were butchered by the heavy weaponry this thing had in place of arms. Slug-throwers. So archaic. These men and women may be assaulting an innocent planet, but some of them died slowly. Nobody deserves that.

Jim continued on his way, keeping the location of the mech-suit in mind. Thankfully that seemed to be the only one on the direct path between the Ball and the good doctor’s outpost. Jim hurried into the encampment and brought his omni-tool implant back out, turning his left arm to slime and implanting it so he could track the doctor’s rescue beacon. Seriously, 696.9? Amelia had it bad for this guy.

Feeling nervous to meet his lover’s ex, he entered the most unassuming fast-built building and went to the frankly obvious ‘hidden’ hatch in the floor. It was time to meet the good doctor.

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“Oof, calm down in there.” I grunted as I rubbed my stomach. Brennie was excited and we were about to troop up the main entrance ramp of Novahome when she started wriggling and even rubbed my womb walls with her restrained hands.

“Is she becoming excited?” Vinnie giggled as she and their retinue followed me. The four Argentine warriors kept up with us, but managed to stay hidden from sight. As to how; Brennie’s guards were carried by Vinnie’s own since they were the fastest while Hunter’s had stealth technology that could be extended to nearby allies, along with X-Ray. And yes, the other Doom Marines came along, good thing too.

“Yeh. Fuck, if she keeps this up I’m gonna soak my shorts again.” I grunted and checked that my shield belt was on and my right limbs had their exo-armor in place. I’m too used to fighting with them on, if I go without, I might overcompensate and trip up.

“Out of all of us, Brennie gets the most enjoyment out of conflict as the Goddess of War of Devorak. As much as she’d like to be here and participating, I bet being a voyeur of watching you fight is getting her even more excited since you’re her new mate.” Hunter stated and I felt my face split in another manic grin. “You’re definitely taking after Vinnie.”

“Duh, she incubated in my womb for nearly seven months. I’d be surprised if she didn’t pick up any traits from me. What makes it better is I’m Gold and she’s Silver. It was practically meant to be.” Vinnie side-hugged me and I wanted nothing more than to kiss this beautiful bitch, but we were already entering the overcrowded ground deck of Novahome.

“I’d luv to do that again, mum.” I winked at her and led the way through the crowds to the ‘broken’ elevator that Anno pointed out.

“This is the one. Aurora said she heard that it works, but only with the key in, so it’ll make it more convenient than trying to muscle people out of a crowded car only for us to use.” Anno said while we piled in. She retrieved the inch-thick key from her cleavage and slotted it into the panel with an audible grinding thunk before she grunted and struggled to turn it. “A little help from a strong person, please?” Helvex casually helped her turn the key. “Thanks.”

The elevator buttons lit up and I pressed the button for Deck 13. The car’s doors closed and it rattled on the way up. “Y’know, I wonder why these lifts don’t have elevator music.” Vinnie commented and I joined her in smiling evilly while the others groaned at the mention of the evil that is muzak while Brennie kicked angrily at my front and I grunted in pleasure.

When we neared the deck, Pillar’s guards prepared hardlight shields in front of us. This was a good move, since the moment the doors screeched open, blaster fire buffeted them! I couldn’t even see what was going on through the flashing lights as the Defenders pushed forward into the hall. They stopped at an intersection and then deployed some sort of collapsible stationary hardlight wall so they could let their own portable units cool down.

“Droids! Dozens of them packing the halls wall-to-wall!” One of them shouted over the blaster fire. “We’ll need your specialty, Gunners!”

“Make way!” Collateral and his guys came up with heavy weaponry in each hand while the others gestured for us to get low, the Defenders doing the same up front with one ready to turn off the stationary hardlight wall while the Gunners prepared their heavy weapons ranging from rapid-fire heavy Chainguns to plasma grenade launchers. Slug-throwers? Those are so-.

Once it went down, the Defenders deployed their portable shields sideways and low, leaving the Gunners and Collateral with their upper bodies exposed and ready. The hallways were lit with the muzzle flashes of their firepower and the droids were sundered by the hail of bullets or slagged by the superheated plasma launched downrange.

Okay, that was impressive. My loins are now drenched with my grool from how much Brennie is fucking turned on and turning me on by proxy. “I thought slug-throwers were only still valid as mobile suit or ship-to-ship weaponry.” I breathed, unashamed of how much of a hot mess I must look. “Fuck that was hot. Anyway, what model are they?”

“The guns or the scrap we just put down?” Collateral asked cheekily and I puffed my cheeks in a pout up at him. “The droids aren’t a model we’re familiar with, but it looks like they improved the B2 battle droid model by adding a shoulder-mounted chain-blaster and replacing the wrist blaster with more rockets while adding a standard blaster on the other hand. If they weren’t stuck in a holding action packed together like sardines, they would’ve been more fun of a fight.”

“Oh, the B4. That model isn’t as popular as the B1 and B2 since it’s more expensive, but you’ll find them as shock troops in Gov deployments.” I informed them as we approached the junked droids. Some were still trying to move, but the Crusaders just curbstomped them so easily, they didn’t bother to use their weapons and the others saved their ammo.

“It felt as if they were trying to mimic us.” Hunter noted as I compared them with these droids and from the looks of it, yeah. From what we have learned from the Argentines, these guys are walking fucking arsenals and I’m getting horny! Fuck~! Brennie, not now! I can’t masturbate!

“Oh, then they were B5s, even more expensive. Who the fuck sponsored the Nova that they could set this many B5s on guard duty for a single deck?” I rubbed my lower stomach with my free unarmored hand, fighting the urge to dive my hand into my wet shorts to frig myself.

“A long-defunct Corp that went by Bell-Isle/Grunmann. I was briefed on this by Steele Tech before arriving because they wanted to find any long-lost corporate caches. It looks like this is definitely one if it has B5s protecting it.” Anno informed us as we continued through the deck, which was irritatingly sealed off at nearly every door, but we needed to secure the deck before opening more cans of worms. “Hold on, this one’s the armory.” Oh~ new toys? Nevermind.

“Let’s see if we can’t get this one open.” Helvex said as he and Ionyx went up to the blast doors, grabbing at the edges and began prying it open through pure strength. I rolled my eyes and went to the console next to it, I plugged my omni-tool into it and with a quick upload of a hacking program, the door shot open, sending the two to the floor. “Aw. Why’d you do that?”

“Wave your dicks later, I’m horny enough as it is.” I grumbled and entered the armory. “Uh...whoa...motherload.” I salivated and when the others entered, they paused too. “Everyone, I need to masturbate, let me have some privacy.” I hurried into the droid filled armory and heard some snickering. Fuck shame! I’m horny as hell from Brennie drooling over all this hardware!

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Jim was actually fairly surprised. He liked Delbert a lot! He’s a great guy, funny, quirky, adorkable. If he was into guys when not a woman, Jim might actually have wanted to date him. He could see why Amelia almost married him. Still… “You are a madman.” Jim chuckled nervously as he carried two of the three fleshy pulsing eggs, without anything between him and the potential biohazard that were Zerg eggs.

“I am a scientist. I refuse to allow vital data to be lost because of greed, Corruption or what-have-you. I will die before I let the UnSC keep this find for themselves or smash it in fear.” Delbert, a humble hound of a diamond dog with tan fur, stated as he carried the third egg against his chest. They had nothing besides the clothes on their backs to hopefully avoid triggering any of the unearthed Terran mech-suits from assaulting them.

He was also panting to vent body heat with his tongue while Jim was still keeping his wings open. Whoever thought the hot tropical jungle-world Zerus was perfect for habitation for anything not acclimated to such intense humidity and heat were delusional! They rounded the suit that Jim remembered was between them and the Ball, but they sprinted when they heard gunfire!

It wasn’t aimed at them, meaning someone was near! Jim led Delbert to the Ball and froze at the B1 droids painted with UnSC insignias standing guard! “Halt-!” Jim leaped at them, the basic droids not fast enough to fire before he was upon them. His wing-empowered leap allowed him to land on the shoulders of the first droid and crush its spindly frame before he spin-kicked the other in half at the waist.

“Get in!” Jim rasped urgently at Delbert and the doctor climbed in before Jim put the eggs in too.

“What are you doing?! I’m not trained in how to-?!” Jim pressed the needed buttons and pulled his arm out as the door started to close. “Jim-!” The hatch sealed and Jim jumped away before the Ball launched into the sky to be retrieved at the pre-prepared coordinates.

Jim promptly transformed into a native breed of giant insect and he flew away from the site in a hurry. He had to reach the backup pickup point and hope that UnSC units hadn't already canvassed the area when it was opposite the nearest settlement and well away from Delbert’s outpost. If not for those eggs, Jim would have squeezed in with the archeologist.

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After I frigged myself to orgasm quickly thanks to Brennie urging me from my womb, I put on fresh shorts and rejoined the others near the entrance. “So, sorry about that. What have we got?” I asked them as I panned my gaze over the packed armory that had rows of lines of droids. From B1s with different color-coding stripes on them to B5s and IG units, this was enough droids to assault a small city!

“This is only one room. Bell-Isle/Grunmann apparently packed the Nova with an army of droids big enough to wipe out the natives of Tarkus. Thankfully, whoever the captain was, they defied their orders to deploy them and wipe out the native Sydians. Also thankfully, the Corp went bankrupt shortly after because of poor management. So that’s why there aren’t more megacities here.” Anno informed me and I huffed in disgust.

“Well, their mismanagement is our windfall. We’ve got a droid army! Fuck me Vinnie!” I clapped my hands over my muzzle in utter horror before I felt my body move without me. “B-Brennie? How-whoa. Uh, Vinnie? I think I get why being a Belly Pet influenced her so much.” Hey! That’s my mouth! “Sis, I’m piloting Jane like I’m her Core! This is so neat!” Yeah, it is, I like it...whatever, I’m not gonna fight it. At least the arousal is decreasing.

“Neat.” Vinnie giggled as she came up and slapped my-our ass.

“What I have to ask myself is if this means that I’m technically pregnant with myself…” Brennie mused and I had to ponder that too. Preg-ception! “Anyway, let's keep going. We need to find the source of the soul threads-whoa. I can see them. They’re everywhere.” Yeah, this close to the source of them, it’s kinda like going to the center of a spiderweb.

“Now that you mention it, yeah. They’re everywhere.” Vinnie nodded her head since she, too, can see them idly wandering around us at varying speeds. “If we follow them all towards where they’re converging, we’ll find the source.” Vinnie groped our ass and purred into our ear. “You sexy bitches, let’s get this done so I can do what you asked me to.” Oh~ yes!

“This way!” Brennie chirped and we led the group down the halls towards the bow of the Nova. It seemed all of the active droids had responded to the only elevator attempting to open on Deck 13, since there was no more resistance. However, the floor gradually became more flooded with gray, slime-like nanobots. “Watch your step, this stuff’s slick.” My gooey paws nearly matched the tone of the nanobot slurry, so it was a bit hard to tell where my paws were going. “Yip!”

“You look like you’re having some trouble there.” Vinnie teased us after she put us into a bridal carry. “Pillar, carry us.” Nodding his head, Pillar used his Gravity powers to lift us and float us above the floor. “So, sis, how is it being made of slime?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t done anything my body isn’t usually able to, besides fucking myself inside my own womb. It’s so weird, I’ve orgasmed several times yet despite the pleasure, my mind is clear here in Jane’s place.” Yeah, that’s weird. I’m getting off too, but it’s not crippling.

“That’s because you’ve detached your souls a bit to synchronize on this level. Some sensations of the body are perceivable, but can be ignored on many levels.” Vinnie informed us and I had to agree with her input. “Anyway, put us down carefully, Pillar. I think we’re here.”

With those words, before we could be set down, the doors opened to dump a flood of goo…