Pirate Bebop

Ch.32

“Oh~.” Brennie moaned since she was being scanned by Hildra and Shekka. Silver and the others were on the mission to parley on the Folly, thus it was considered dangerous for her due to the fact that the Gruss can only fit silver’s Zaku Warrior. She complied without a fuss, she didn’t want to endanger the changeling eggs. Plus, it was fun with the sexy rask bitches.

“Such a wonderful broodmother.” Shekka complimented as she measured her swollen belly that had become slightly over 6 feet wide at the largest. “It looks like you’ve gained some weight. Did Silver stuff you with some of her slime or are the eggs growing bigger inside of you?”

“And look at this juicy pussy~.” Hildra purred as she rubbed her sensor-gloved hands on Brennie’s plump, sopping wet cunt. “Fuck, no man will be able to resist sticking their dicks in this. She’ll be pumped full of babies in no time. How many can you take simultaneously~?” She licked her lips while eying the dracowolf’s clitorus that looked so inviting.

“Mm~. Y-yeah, she did. She took it back afterward, so maybe it’s the eggs getting bigger since she didn’t pump any goo-cum in me. Uhn~...” Brennie groaned when Hildra thoroughly ran her fingers against her clit as she hovered in the air from the gravity suspension she was floating in. “A-as for weight, I can’t gain it like organic-fuck-creatures. I’ll never be f-fat-oh god just fuck me.”

“I’m about to shove my arm up your twat, so be ready for that.” Hildra chuckled and then promptly did so, sending Brennie howling in orgasm and thrashing fruitlessly in midair. “Oof! Tight vag you got here. If I don’t get my hand on every surface, I won’t get a full scan, so bear with it.” Hildra said in a mix of clinical and mischievous tones as she twisted and writhed her hand in Brennie’s birth canal, making the dracowolf cybertronian shriek in a chain of orgasms.

“She is very receptive~.” Shekka purred as she gave Brennie belly rubs, before climbing up her belly to grope her tits and share a passionate kiss with the pregnant bitch. “*smooch* You’re beautiful in ways we’ve never seen. I only hope we can achieve a shadow of your brilliance with our creations based on what we learn from you.”

“T-Thank you~.” Brennie panted as she nuzzled at Shekka’s stomach and kissed it. “I wish you could have eggs and feel this too.” The red rask smiled sadly and pet Brennie’s scalp.

“I will one day, thanks to Luster Dawn’s work with Hildra. We just have to see how her runts turn out and then apply those gene grafts to me or something. I’m not a bio-scientist, I fix shit.” Shekka then opened Brennie’s mouth and started running her gloved hands inside it. “Now, I hope you don’t have a gag reflex, we’re being extra invasive today.”

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The Moondast Gruss is pretty savage. Unlike the Bebop which has a lived-in and homey feel to the interior, Gruss feels somewhere between that overused rental you had to settle for or a used ship you were desperate enough to buy. Considering she used to be a pile of scrap not a month ago at Hildra’s admission, that was fairly impressive. She’ll only get better with time.

Despite having the tonnage and space of a light frigate, making her bigger than the Bebop, most of that was improvised storage space. She featured a half-galley shared with a public bathing room so you could eat and soak in a tub if you wanted, but had no privacy. Several double-bunk closets instead of full rooms, then a cargo/hangar bay only big enough to squeeze one MS in.

Well, one mobile and Jet’s lent Hammerhead. We needed to borrow it for boarding purposes, since the Gruss doesn’t have a convenient umbilical docking port, something Hildra said she’d address after the Gruss was back at home base.

All of these negatives aside, the Gruss was a mean machine. Her thrusters made Bebop feel like the bargain lot ship she sadly was. She handled like an oversized fighter rather than a frigate and her weapon systems were rather excessive for a ship her size. She had twin dreadnought-class railguns for fuck’s sake! That was just her main armament. She had two turbolaser turret emplacements on the port and starboard along with plenty of missile chaff.

Hildra had more plans for the Gruss and I’m looking forward to seeing them. “She flies deceptively well.” Spike commented from the pilot seat since we were passing through the Mhen’ga system on the way to the Dhal system where the Folly was currently based on business due to Dhal being an important trade hub. Gruss didn’t have the benefit of a Conduit-class hyperdrive, so we were stuck using the Relays like before this all began.

“Yeah, just remember not to have fun.” Thankfully, due to her status as a junk ship, so long as we broadcast ID along with general info on the ship, most system security forces wouldn’t give a shit so long as we didn’t fly in patterns unexpected and considered suspicious. Sadly, civilian ships reclaimed from scrap were fairly common in this era, but that works to our advantage.

“Roger, captain.” Spike joked and I chuffed. Jet refused to captain a ship that wasn’t the Bebop. She was his, he prided himself on her even though she, by all accounts, was nothing special in design. Be that as it may, she was home. I respect that, so now I’m the captain of the Moondast Gruss until we return to base.

“Careful not to back-sass. She’s a dangerous pirate captain, after all.” Luster Dawn, looking like a regular unicorn again, joked while hugging me around the waist. She’s been extra clingy since she laid her clutch. I think she’s thirsty, but she’s having patience. As much as I’d love to give her more genetic material to work with, she’s just gonna have to wait.

“Rawk~! Out the airlock! Out the airlock! Brawk~!” Rivala joked while morphed into a parrot on my shoulder and I closed my eyes with a sigh out of my nose and a fond smile.

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“It’s so good to see you again.” Amelia said when she hugged Delbert tightly upon him entering the elevator she waited for him in. The doctor was baffled and flustered at her basketball-sized breasts squishing against him. “Come, you must be exhausted from so many hours adrift. Jim returned before you, so he can help you settle in. I’m afraid my work isn’t over.” Amelia said as Arrow entered the elevator, holding the contraband Zerg eggs in a biohazard drum.

“Th-that’s understandable, but Amy, good gods, what happened to you? You look fantastic. Uh, well, not that you didn’t before, because you were beautiful as you were, shutting up.” Delbert rambled and Amelia smiled sadly. Gosh, she Loved this adorkable fool, which made it hurt that she found Jim. Someone else will have to discover this wonderful man.

“Jim can fill you in on our situation in the privacy of my quarters. You’ll have to stay there and take meals there too. Only Arrow and a select few of the crew even know you exist and it will need to stay that way if we don’t want trouble.” Amelia said to her ex and Arrow nodded.

“Indeed. Your presence is a secret. I had all surveillance of the Ball launch bay edited and looped at key points to hide this operation along with the path to this elevator. It will be simple to excuse Ensign Hawkins taking extra portions in his and the Captain’s shared quarters as him requiring some physical sustenance along with emotion due to his unique biology.” Arrow said, which while utter BS, was also partially true since lings could subsist, sufferingly, on food.

“Well, better a shut-in than dead and buried. I just hope I can find some privacy away from you and Jim, Amy. I don’t want to interfere in your intimacy.” Delbert said considerately.

“Thank you. As you can tell by looking at him, Jim is quite the...specimen.” Amelia smiled naughtily and Delbert looked uncomfortable. “I know, you don’t find men attractive, being heterosexual, but you’re my ex, I’m obligated to torment you in some way.”

“Is it too late to let your superiors kill me?” Delbert’s joke made Amelia laugh beautifully.

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Brennie was relaxing in the room she’d claimed with Vinnie after that intense and thorough examination Hildra and Shekka gave her. When they found out she didn’t poop, not even her anus was spared some liberal stretching. That said, she was perched on her belly in bed to recover from the pleasurable experience and thus was able to see a shaky portal from Devorak open. Brennie blinked in surprise. Rex must’ve finished having their end of the seal broken.

“Huh. Maybe they used the God Key?” While it was possible to use the artifact, even it had limits and couldn’t open every door across the Multiverse. Not that they should! You’ll never know what sort of trouble you’d let in and never get rid of. However, using it to stabilize the link between dimensions was the next best thing.

Brennie was pleasantly surprised when Visi was the one to walk through the portal. “I knew you did something like this, you insatiable broodslut.” Visilia purred when she approached and the portal closed. She was wearing her armor, a near-antique based on ancient Praetor pattern armor, but a flick of her wrist collapsed it into a capsule and she was in a flattering lazy pink T-shirt and jeans with ‘Fuck To Death!’ stretched over her boobs.

“Visi, what brings you here?” Brennie asked her beautiful wife.

“Oh, you know, Goddess of Fertility and all now and I sensed my wife got herself knocked up. Or I thought I did and had to confirm it. Besides, this works as a test of the God Key stabilizing the portal enough for person-sized travel.” Visi sat on the bed and leaned against Brennie’s warm and firm side. “Mm. Eggs. 20 I think?” Visi rubbed her wife’s fecund side and nuzzled it.

“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed with a nod, enjoying the alicorn’s touch. “Honey, we’re not going to expose ourselves, are we?” Visi smirked and began slowly pulling up her shirt. “I-I meant tactically!” Visi playfully stuck out her tongue. Wow. Going goddess really took some of Visi’s stern nature out back and shot it with a flak cannon, at least in an intimate setting.

“No, of course not. The war hasn’t even begun. However, I want to spend more quality time with you~. Oh, how I want us to walk around naked in the open with you, showing off our fertile bodies to the masses~.” Visi purred as she stripped off her clothes, tossing them to the floor.

“Oh~ don’t tease me with that.” Brennie mewled and shuddered with her quim clenching at the thought. “It’s bad enough our wives almost had me doing that in Paradise.” Doing that when it was just her lovers was intense enough, but having everyone look at her and realize; ‘damn, she got fucked good’, just turned her on to the nines!

“Too bad, because as soon as Paradise is free from being a prison and we have the opportunity, we’re finally going on a date there. They used your resort designs, did you know that? They even attribute them to you.” Visi informed her wife before she climbed up the 6-foot sphere of a belly and Brennie bit her lip at feeling the herm’s thick dick sandwiched between her ass cheeks. “For now, I’m going to take advantage of my wife’s vulnerable position~.”

“Yes, take me~! Please, my love, I need you~!” Hearing her beg was always such a turn on because of how rare it was for Brennie to do.

“That’s a good broodslut.” Visi pulled back and rammed her nearly two-foot cock into Brennie’s puddling pussy, making her howl in an instant orgasm~! “Sadly, no puppies. I’m going to be stealing these eggs, in fact.” Visi purred as she rammed in and out of her wife, gyrating her hips so that even though her breeding hole was already stretched around her 2-liter bottle thick dick, Brennie would be getting every single bit of surface of her vagina thoroughly stimulated.

“N-no~! Don’t take them~!” Brennie wailed as her wife drove her off a cliff and into a sea of orgasmic pleasure. She didn’t have the presence of mind to complain further.

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“My gosh…” The Folly was even more imposing in person. The fact such a massive ship existed was a testament to the technological prowess of the Golden Age and the genius of Nexus. The Planter easily dwarfed any ship they’ve seen before, even other ‘super dreadnoughts’ which had the title reasonably. But the Folly could fit two Executor-class Star Dreadnoughts within her hull.

“They’ve locked weapons on us.” Spike reported dully as he sent the super massive ship the Moondast Gruss’s honest ID, cargo and purpose of arrival in the Dahl system. Dahl itself was a tidal-locked planet with a single continuous megacity spanning the habitable zone at the equator. It was a hellish place ruled by various Zaibatsu Corp-Govs, an example of pure Taint.

“They just sent us a flight path to land in a hanger. I know that thing’s massive, but it can just land a frigate?” Jet, who was on the co-pilot seat, asked in awe.

We flew up to the designated portion on the underside of the Folly and saw it open up like a flower. There were already two destroyers and a cruiser of the Milky Way’s largest Gov resting inside. “I hope these snobs don’t mind if we park here.” I joked and even mimed us rubbing alongside one for paint-transfer and everyone chuckled.

“This is freaky, this ship has space station hangers in its underbelly? Is it pregnant?” Ed asked and Luster flushed brightly for some reason-oh. Right. Planters are living ships.

“Whoa, a pregnant spaceship.” Aurora said with childish awe. The kids came along because they refused to stay home since their engineer friends were gonna ‘get icky’ while we were away. I just know Brennie’s having fun right now.

We docked fairly easily, allowing the Folly to extend omni-positional tentacles as docking arms to hold the Gruss in place and then insert one against the entrance ramp before forming itself into an umbilical that allowed the ramp to open. “Greetings. Please send your boarding party inside. An attendant will guide you to a suitable meeting room.” A woman’s voice spoke over the Gruss’s intercom and I promptly led Luster, who again has Rivala in her womb, along with Spike and Jet while Faye would guard the ship with Ed, Ein and Aurora.

We had Hunter and his Ghosts aboard too, but they were the secret ace in case things went south. Hunter himself suggested it when I would’ve preferred having an Argentine in the meeting. I get the feeling that Arlend and Folly would’ve been open to meeting with one. Either way, I led us through the umbilical and into the hosting ship, where an armored turian with even more heavily armored krogan guards awaited us.

“Whoa...I see the gene therapy took really well.” Luster commented in awe at the sight of the humanoid reptiles whose distinctive head crests and redundant biology separated them from dragons and other reptilian species.

“What, your friend has never seen a Krogan before?” One of the two hulking 8-foot walls of muscle asked and I shrugged. I don’t get why Luster is-oh, right. The Krogan were one of several sapient species who, towards the end of the Empire’s reign, were drastically altered for the benefit of the species. Like the Elcorians, they were granted more humanoid forms without sacrificing their species’ innate traits. It was mostly because a Krogan stuck on their back was a rather hilariously pitiful thing, so the Krogan requested a more ‘Urta-worthy’ body shape.

“Dad says you guys can sit in lounge six while he finishes with the engine.” The Turian woman said with a flare of her facial plates. “I’m Petria, Lieutenant of the Citadel Star Ship Argos, third Officer.” The metal raptor woman politely introduced herself.

“I’m Jane Silver, acting captain of the Moondast Gruss, thank ya fer allowing us this time.” I replied, then realized she was staring at my tank-top stretching rack. Oops, oh well. Luster and I are part of the talking points, so forgetting to ‘man-up’ and have Luster downsize isn’t too bad. “Hey~. Eyes up here. I know I’ve got the Old World charms, but I’m here on business, not pleasure.” She’s cute, but yeah, I can get my rocks off on the way back to Tarkus.

“S-sorry ma’am!” The two Krogan at her sides chuckled at her social faux-pas. “Please follow the droid, she’ll take you to lounge six.” Petria gestured to a custom blue and yellow painted B1, that waved politely, indicating it was a long-serving unit to have developed a personality. A Soul.

“Thank you.” I led us after the droid, who promptly took us through a few halls to a comfortable sitting room with lived-in sofas and chairs with a vending machine protruding from a wall. “Thank you, unit. Will we be sharing the pleasure of your company while we wait?” I asked politely and the droid tittered as she put a hand to her chassis’s chest.

“No, no. I will be on my way to fetch Master Arlend. He can get lost in his head sometimes.” The effeminate B1 then left us to get comfortable and Luster snuggled against me on a sofa.

“Lusty, I know yer thirsty, but we’re about to have a meeting.” I muttered in disapproval when she fished a hand under my jeans and began fingering my honeypot. Mn~, so good~.

“Jane, I need you. I need to breed. It’s so hard not to jump you outright.” Luster huskily whispered into my ear and I grunted while biting my lip before Luster was yanked away from me with a yelp and Jet had her over his shoulder. “Hey~!”

“Nope. I’ll save you from your mate’s needs for now, Jane, but you better address them later.” Jet carried Luster to the other side of the room as she childishly wriggled to get free.

“Should we be worried about the C-Gov on board?” Spike voiced as I straightened myself out.

“Maybe, probably not. The C-Gov along with the E-Gov are two of the more stable Govs in the Three Galaxies. I’m sure they are just here on business with the Folly due to her immense trading power.” I said to the CQB specialist of the original crew as we settled in to wait.

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“You’re so greedy.” Brennie huffed with a smile as she snuggled her wife in bed. “We better be careful whenever we meet back up with Wiatr, Urta and Penny.” She rubbed her alicorn lover’s falsely flat stomach. It was put away because Visi wanted snuggles, not just cuddles.

“Those sexy bitches have a reckoning on the horizon when we meet. I won’t let them forget how much they’ve left us wanting with their ‘retirement’.” Visi purred and tangled her legs together with Brennie’s, possible because she had also banished her epic male organs to snuggle. Lying chest-to-chest, they smooched before the door opened.

“Daw~. You two are so damn cute.” Vinnie cooed before the door closed and she casually vanished her clothes with a snap of her fingers. “Scootch over, I want in!” The two red lovers giggled and moved apart to sandwich Vinnie between them. “Ah~. It’s been a while since I’ve just had relaxing marital snuggles.”

“You missed out on it being post-coital marital snuggles not five minutes ago.” Brennie teased her sister/lover and the faux-Jolteon mewled, but just nuzzled them both.

“That’s okay. Sex isn’t everything, it’s just incredible. A shame this bed isn’t any bigger or I’d tell Rico and Ed to get in here for a good night’s sleep together.” Brennie felt a bit uneasy at that still, despite knowing that they weren’t blood related. Vinnie was special. She worked and pushed and pulled at the ‘incest’ chastity belt she’d metaphorically had on until her libido and mutual kinks with Vinnie caused her to accept her adopted sibling’s carnal and romantic plans.

To this day she still hadn’t really considered doing the same with Ed, Rico and Kevin. They just...weren’t as intense as Brennie and Vinnie in their kinks. Yes, they had similar kinks, but not to the point of it being a mild obsession/hobby. She’d have to put on pajamas first or she couldn’t relax if they brought their battle siblings/technical husbands into bed.

“Too late, already called.” Visi-what?! When?! Brennie tried to bolt out of bed, only for Vinnie to somehow paralyze her! She is a Jolteon! She just used some sort of magic similar to Thunder Wave! “Hey boys, sorry about the small bed. If we use Ed and Rico as beds, it’ll work.” Oh no, oh no, oh no~! Don’t think of how hot your adopted brothers are, Brennie! Don’t do it!

“Ah, like old times in the trenches.” Rico joked and hoisted Brennie and Vinnie up before Ed did the same for Visi and they laid on the bed with their legs dangling off of either end since they laid with their heads at opposite ends so their T-bone steak slabs of muscle called torsos could fit together on the bed. “Some more pillows would-thanks Vin.” Brennie whimpered inwardly.