Pirate Bebop

Ch.31

We waded into what must have been a secret bridge of the Nova and saw a single short gray goo who looked like a Gabliani in simulated goo-clothes, giving her the look of a uniboob in her faux military style uniform shirt and her all-business uniform slacks. “Stop right there! What are your intentions?!” The four-foot tall gray pointy-eared gab gal demanded authoritatively.

“Sis, give Jane control.” Vinnie whispered and I could feel control of my body return to me.

“Thanks, Brennie. Ahem, we are here to find the source of the gray goo and see if we could help the souls we detect are trapped here.” I responded with my blaster on my hip and my hands raised non-threateningly.

“You...want to help? How did you detect souls?” The woman calmed a bit, but was still wary.

“Sis and her new mate both have the ability to detect souls. We followed the threads here after Jane saw them leading here from some gray goo we had captured.” Hunter informed the sapient swarm of nanobots that indeed had a single soul in full control of it being boosted by hundreds of soul threads leading from the console of the bridge to her as well.

“Magic? As much as my species detests resorting to it, we’ll do anything if it’ll save us. Please. I am Captain Morrow. Or, I was. I was in charge of the Tarkus Colonization Effort launched by Bell-Isle/Grunmann. When I refused to deploy the army of droids I wasn’t informed about until we’d nearly arrived, Deck 13 was sealed and we were gassed. I, along with all 876 members of the crew on Deck 13, survived by dumping our minds into the experimental medical nanobot hivemind system. However, the nanobots are not sophisticated enough to handle the processing power of more than one of us...me.” Morrow told us with remorse and depression.

“Your kind hates magic?” Vinnie questioned with a raised brow. From what I understand, she’s the most magically powerful out of all of her siblings.

“Hate is a strong word, clinical dislike is more accurate. I won’t get too into it, but while magic operates on rules, these rules can be bent or broken seemingly at random. Unlike with science, such things take immense effort and time to change. However, because of that, with full cognitive function limited to Deck 13 to a single entity, we have been unable to resolve our situation.” Morrow slid along the slime to the console like a T-posing game npc and I shivered.

“Who was your boss?” Hunter questioned the captain as she sat in a chair and typed away at the surprisingly pristine console.

“What does that fucking matter? Since no reclamation crew came, they obviously fucked themselves over shortly after we arrived. I was going to retire on this planet, some fucking severance package.” Morrow snarled and then turned back around. “So, since I can’t be cognizant beyond Deck 13, any outside resources would be appreciated.”

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“Marcus, I feel like I fucked up.” Rex confided with his brother, who was still none too happy with him for the stunt he pulled on their parents.

“Oh, really? Well, no shit Einstein.” Marcus snided his disapproval. Ever since they had that talk about how the Argentines abandoned the Empire, Marcus has been outright ignoring him, giving him harsh glares of disappointment whenever they met up.

“Dude, I get it! Even though I was right and our parents took it pretty well, I did it in the most disrespectful way!” Rex groaned as he pushed his face into his hands.

“On top of the fact that fama is a God. She could’ve usurped you on the spot, but didn’t. Be thankful that she can still show mercy.” Marcus stated with a scoff. Honestly, Marcus was just glad that Brennie didn’t smite Rex where he sat during that literal dressing-down.

“Mercy?! She’s probably thinking about how she’ll punish me as payback!” Rex shouted in despair as thousands of scenarios played through his mind, all of them ending badly for him. His status and position of power be damned! The Marines never cared about that shit! “Fucking dammit! Why do we all keep forgetting how powerful she really is?!”

“Because she doesn’t use her power to the fullest. Honestly, I’m not even sure how strong she has become.” Marcus sighed since he couldn’t recall the last time he saw his fama, Brennie, at her full might. All they knew was that she render them obsolete at her maximum power. “Who knows, maybe she’ll kill you with kindness?”

“That’s even worse!” Rex cried in dismay.

“It’s your only chance of survival. You should work on your apology, because she’s already got hers sorted out.” Marcus told him before leaving Rex’s office. The last thing he heard before closing the door was his brother’s whimpering. Marcus rolled his eyes as he went about his day making his rounds through the various high offices of the Argentine military at the palace. “Would it have made a difference if we’d stayed and ruled the Empire alongside mother and the others? Or made it all the more easier for those traitors to manipulate us too?”

After all, if Auntie Urta could be easily swayed to commit horrible acts through subtle psychic manipulation, who’s to say the Argentines will fare better than the Imperials? He’d rather not dwell on that or the fresh psychological damage aunt Urta would have upon that reveal.

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Jim had never transformed into this creature outside of practicing in case of this event. He was exhausted, but because the large feral dog sized dragonfly-like creature he was pretending to be was a native predator, so long as he stayed away from people he should be fine. That said, he almost shifted back to normal right away when he landed at the second evac location.

Once he reached the outmoded and abandoned sewage treatment plant. He crawled along the ground on his six legs and then hid in a burrow that was formerly a pipe with a crude chalk marking. Once inside of the deceptively larger burrow, he changed into his true form and sighed in relief, even if he was hunched on the floor. At least the fecal matter was petrified and he could easily wash it off later. At least it wasn’t reeking.

He retrieved another covert beacon from his pants and activated it so Commander Arrow could send a Ball to retrieve him. Jim just hoped that nothing interfered with Delbert’s Ball and that he would be intercepted by Amelia’s loyal team to escort him back to the Legacy since the rest of the UnSC fleet was occupied with slaughtering the colonists.

To think that monsters like this rule the Three Galaxies. He’s a god now, right? Shouldn’t he be able to do something about this? War told him that no, no he couldn’t, not even with Power on his side. He was just one changeling, one person. He couldn’t stop this. If he exposed himself as a ‘traitor’ all it would do is get him and those he cared about killed.

The impact of his retrieval Ball brought him out of his remorseful state and he transformed back into the dragonfly/dog to crawl back out. His vision didn’t catch anything, nor did his olfactory senses. He flew directly at the Ball and the moment he was inside, he changed back and activated its automated retrieval function. He thought that any moment, the game would be up, that his craft would be destroyed and him with it.

However, when he returned to the Legacy unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and promptly went to his shared quarters with Amelia for a long shower.

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It was fairly easy to talk Vonee, Morrow’s first name, into accepting our help in arranging to have advanced droid brains provided to act as cores for the gray goo so that she and her hundreds of crew members could regain their independence. She even declared she’d service us if she had to, but we told her that she didn’t need to trade sexual favors for help when she clearly needs it.

However, aside from the combat droids we just found, we didn’t have such advanced processing power. However, those droids weren’t exactly the best option either, so we told her to have some patience. Anno was sure she could get a shipment of droid brains of adequate processing power delivered within a few days and then she and Shekka, who was more skilled on the programming end of things than Hildra, could ensure they were fully functioning.

Vonee was fine with waiting a little longer, what’s a few days to several hundred years? This whole turn of events filled me with such profound relief and satisfaction that I about passed out after we returned to base and I plopped my shorts-clad ass on the couch in the Bebop’s common room. “Fuck...we did something good today. Let’s hope Anno delivers.”

“Indeed.” Vinnie sat down and cuddled up next to me. It was just us with the others deciding to keep occupied with helping HK’s crew process the captured droids from earlier.

“This also means that the gray goo are off the table fer making money, but I’d rather free those poor people than leave them trapped as remote processors fer the goo wandering around.” I snuggled up against her before I suddenly felt my body taken away from my control. Hm, normally I’m against anything like this, but it’s Brennie, so...whatever. “Damn straight.”

“You’re such a needy broodslut. Show me that belly~.” Vinnie purred and our belly grew out. She started planting kisses along its surface as it expanded, already achieving the size of a yoga ball and it kept going~. Fuck, when have I been a belly babe? So much self-discovery.

“Mm~. Considering I’ve been cumming every few minutes for hours, I think it’s only fair that Jane gets to feel even a smidge of what she’s been doing to me. Just look at how enormous she’s made me~.” Brennie cooed from my lips as my womb reached the size of six feet wide and was now resting on the floor with my legs spread around it while Brennie rubbed my sides with my hands and Vinnie kept kissing it. Uhn~! “She’s been feeding me nonstop and pumping my pussy and ass with her slime while I’ve just been taking it in like a good broodslut~.”

W-what?! I thought I wasn’t! Guh! No! Stop! Not the-! *Crash!* Coffee table...Jet’s gonna have my ass! Oh~, it feels so good~! “Oh my gosh, you’re so huge you crushed the coffee table.” Vinnie panted and hugged my 8-foot wide belly while my tits were pushed into my face and the couch started moving back from my growing swell. I forced myself to stop filling the endlessly thirsty broodslut named Brennie and she moaned from my lips with relieved disappointment.

Still though, my belly soon surged forth to being 14 feet across and began sandwiching between the ceiling and floor before it stopped, pinning my body to the sofa against the back wall as Vinnie worshiped it. Ahn~! I-I came! Just letting my body swell and turn into a bubble full of my future waifu’s sexy body made me get off! I started reclaiming the slime I’d pumped up her pussy since that wasn’t cum anyway and the eggs can’t use that.

My belly slowly shrank down to being only 8 feet across, most of it all Brennie’s own 6-foot belly. Woof, Brennie is a big girl right now. “Aw, she reclaimed most of the slime she stuffed me with. Oh well. Being her Belly Pet is still orgasmic.” Brennie leaned forward and kissed the top of my overinflated womb, ironically kissing herself, I guess.

“I bet. I’d join you in such glory, but it’ll have to wait.” Vinnie told us and we both whined in dismay. I want her as a Belly Pet alongside Brennie~. “By the way, Hildra and Shekka are high off their tits about our Slug-thrower weapons when they saw footage. Collateral had to give them a Chaingun or else they’d pry it off of one of us.” She snickered and I rolled my eyes.

“Well, they only examined my armor and body. Never bothered with my weapons.” Brennie stated truthfully. Looking back through her memories, all those two were interested in was her cybertronian biology and armor, never once asking about her guns or melee weapons. She’s even more sexy when getting up close and personal~! Such passion. “Ah, Jane~!”

My belly surged when I impulsively stuffed slime up her cooch and she panted when I reclaimed it sheepishly. I poked her spirit to hint that I want to speak and I felt my mouth return to me. “O-okay. This is too much. Too much. I’m going crazy. Please get out of me~.” I begged and whined, completely unaware of how to get her out of me. I mean, there’s the obvious answer, but I’m a slime! How did I just engulf her before? I’ve only been doing this on instinct!

“Oh~. How about we do this the fun way, since we’re free until tomorrow?” Vinnie licked her chops and unbuttoned her shorts before zipping the fly all the way down her crotch. “Get inside of me, you sexy bitches.” Brennie and I whimpered needily together and I shrunk down before the ravenous Jolteon-like bitch grabbed my snout and shoved us into her snatch.

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Jim felt so raw. This farce they’re forced to assist in wasn’t justified or in any way forgivable. His three ghostly companions, who had thankfully remained quiet and allowed him to focus on his sortie, were now tenderly massaging him in concern since Amelia was stuck playing her role as the commanding officer of the Legacy. “It never gets better, but it sadly gets easier.” Urta intoned sadly as she massaged one shoulder with Penny working the other.

“I don’t know if I want to experience it getting easier. As soon as possible, I want you to have your Aspects back, okay?” Jim sighed and tried to let the powerful twins help rub through his hard-as-hell chitin and soothe his aching muscles. Holding an unfamiliar transformation for any length of time was strenuous to a changeling. Doing so while performing arduous tasks? Worse.

“Hey, if you’re offering take-backsies, sure, but only after you no longer need them.” Penny said and Jim sighed in relief as Midna worked her weak, by his standards, hands in the frogs of his hooves. That was one thing between ponies and changelings that was fully the same. Their hooves were keratin with exposed flesh inside the hoof to distribute the pressure evenly.

“Hey, ya good big lad?” Jim looked to see Jane, but different. She seemed oddly more potent in presence than before despite not looking any different. “Ya look rough, Jimbo. What’s wrong?” The silver specter crawled onto his bed and began holding his hand with a concerned look. Fuck, why did he taste a hint of Love? At least the other three had it platonic, not romantic.

“He’s going through the existential crisis of being a God of War and realizing that he’s not all Powerful despite having Power. I went through it enough times to sometimes throw myself into Fertility so hard that I barely had two brain cells at times.” Urta answered the silver slime wolf before she opened his elytra to massage the sensitive area underneath to his relief.

“That and the fact that he can’t do anything about the UnSC bombarding the innocent colony of Zerus just because a scientist found something they either feared or wanted.” Penny informed her and the wolfess looked incandescently furious, literally, but then she deflated and dulled.

“Yeah. Now that I know about it, I can feel it. All those people, dying left and right, terrified and utterly, desperately innocent. This needs to stop. This isn’t the first or last time this has happened and will happen again. We can’t stop this now, but I’m going to, no matter what it takes so long as I don’t betray my morals.” Jane scooted onto his lap and kissed him gently.

Jim groaned into her lips and would’ve grabbed at her if Urta and Penny weren’t suddenly holding his hands. Before he could get horny, Jane vanished, leaving him feeling oddly lonely despite his wonderful company. “Jane...it felt like she wasn’t alone when she arrived.”

“Yeah. Our wife, Brennie, was mixed with her. Whatever kind of goddess she is, she synergizes so well with the Argentines that we may have to wrestle attention away from her whenever our poor, separated family gets back together.” Urta said before Amelia trudged tiredly in. “There’s your waifu, stud, cuddle her. She needs it.” Jim obeyed promptly, his lover needed some TLC.

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“So they’re both in your womb now?” Jet sighed in resignation at dinner as Vinnie nommed on her third pizza. Not a slice, her third whole pizza. She was eating for 23 after all. “We may as well have a system going, where the off-duty people rest in the wombs of the on-duty ladies.” Jet’s sarcastic joke was met with considering looks around the galley. “Oh no…”

“It sounds fucking hot. I call dibs on Anno!” Shekka declared and the white jackal slime giggled.

“I’m already pregnant with eggs that Luster is modifying daily, I’ll pass until I’m empty next week.” Hildra said and Jet buried his face on the table while Eris rubbed his back.

“Let’s hope Brennie didn’t hear that. She’s more about business before pleasure, but if she could have an excuse to mix the two…” Collateral nervously chuckled while the other Argentines nodded.

“In all honesty, I want her to be happy and relaxed. Let someone else pick up the slack so she doesn’t have to worry.” Helvex admitted with Ionyx nodding in agreement. “I’m grateful for all she has done for our people, don’t get me wrong. However, she hasn’t had that big of a break. None of you really had.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Hunter scratched the back of his head since he couldn’t remember the last time he or any of his siblings, took a proper vacation. All those other times they did ended rather quickly because of one thing or another that interrupted it.

“The biggest irony is that Paradise originally existed for that reason. We just...never took full advantage of it.” Vinnie said after she finished nomming the last of her third pizza.

“No, but the Trinity tends to kidnap you and Brennie to that place.” Collateral pointed out.

“For the stated reasons of getting them to enjoy themselves. You all could’ve gone too, but, y’know, you’re all workaholics and these two were just the easiest to get to unwind with their similar desires.” Eris patted Vinnie’s term-with-quads belly fondly. “It’s not just for that. I mean, it is for that, but it’s got anything you could want, even war games with non-lethal combat.” Eris sighed wistfully. “As soon as the seal is broken and our family is free, I want nothing to do with it for a while. It’s been Tainted by these monsters who stole our home from us.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t focus on negative energy. Breathe it out and let in positive chakras.” Jet gently rubbed her back and Eris smiled warmly at the formerly middle-aged cyborg. “However soiled Paradise has become, remember, bad things can always be changed, if not changed, then introduce something good to it. This will pass, given time, but only you can make that change.”

“I wish we had someone half as wise as you back in the day.” Eris gently smooched his cheek.

“Well spoken.” Pillar stated with a kind smile. “Fair enough. To us, Paradise was just an irresponsible way to avoid or ignore obligations. I suppose, if we didn’t allow its enticing nature to keep us past our reasonable needs, then it would be a good place instead of a bad one.”

“Damn fucking straight you tight-assed-! Woop! Uh...sorry. I guess with Jane in there too, Brennie can pilot my body without using the actual access hatch.” Vinnie blushed and then shuddered. “Oh no~. Jane has found my manual control access hatch. Whatever shall I do~?” Vinnie smirked naughtily, only to pout at something. “Spoilsport. When Urta and Penny did that to Nora and Yola, it seemed silly and fun. Well, that’s a double standard, do it you little bitch!”

“Who is talking right now?” Spike asked in confusion while Faye finished her food and left, clearly done with the day even though she had seemed to disappear for a while.

“Me, twinkletoes. Jane’s being all finicky about taking control of Vinnie’s body when I did the same to her not long ago and she has issues with doing it when she doesn’t mind having it done to her.” Vinnie’s voice said with Brennie’s aggressive tone and inflections. “Fuck it, I’m going to bed, Jane’s being flakey.” Vinnie sighed and grabbed the last pizza box. “Sorry, Brennie doesn’t like hypocrites.” Vinnie paused and then slapped her belly. “Fuck you! Nobody calls me that!”

“Oh, boy. It’s hard enough when Vinnie is in a manic mood, now there’s three of them in her body.” Hunter joked and the Jolteon-like woman stuck her tongue out at him childishly. “Case in point, that could be any of them. I can’t pick out who is who with three of them in there.”

“That just means there’s three times the sexiest bitch in the room. Now, are you all done with your crusts?” The faux-pregnant woman asked with a hungry lick of her chops.