Pirate Bebop

Ch.4

“Oh, so that happened.” Spike commented with his eyebrows as high on his forehead as the others around the living room table while they stared at my body. I was practically a silver goo-wolf mirror of Luster right now with a tendril extending from my tail into her cleavage since I’m too fucking big to leave her storage right now and I haven’t figured out how to separate entirely from the majority of my mass yet.

Or how to morph back to being a man from primarily a woman, grr, still angry with Luster about that, but I’m also too happy to have all my limbs and more to be really upset about this. At least she has a wardrobe in there I unlocked for the both of us, so I was wearing one of her white bodysuits until I can get back to not having these juicy massive basketball tits on my chest. Well...for most of the time. They’re so sensitive~...

“Yeah, that happened.” I huffed and playfully punched Luster on the shoulder while Rivala giggled on my own shoulder. I was wearing my ‘prosthetic’ arm and leg armor since I was too used to them and they even adjusted for my current form’s thicc feminine amazonian shape.

“More statues!” Ed called over the ship comms. “They’re so big! Oh, there’s a building, tanks, bots and a lot of skellies!” Ed gushed in childish glee.

“You left Ed to pilot the Bebop?!” I demanded and Jet nodded with a ‘proud uncle’ expression.

“Yes, our little girl has been taking lessons on how to pilot larger ships like the Bebop from me and I’m proud to say I can leave her to slowly follow something.” Jet declared and Spike patted the black lab on the back at his pride. “Anyway, I just wanted to check on you all, especially since Luster Dawn is awake and apparently unlocking hidden lineages.”

“Hey, I didn’t know I was Cocoa’s descendant. Don’t blame me.” I huffed with my hands on my wide puppy-bearing hips and flushed at remembering I’m a totally sexy bitch right now. Unf, I hope I can get some pictures, I’d love to fap to myself...not a narcissist! Well, not that much, but I am a totally sexy bitch right now! Even my face is fucking gorgeous! Like my mum, really.

“Careful, Cocoa was known to get lost in fantasies a lot. It was why she loved to have three heads so she could split her attention so much.” Luster rubbed my back and I snapped out of my fantasizing. Woof, she wasn’t kidding. My head is so far up my own brand-spanking-new vagina that I’m surprised I can think beyond sex at all. “I’ll be doing the same with the rest of you. It’s the least I can do for you waking me up and keeping me out of the hands of...who?”

“The UnSC: United Space Corporation. They’re one of the largest Megacorps in the Three Galaxies and formed from the collapse of the UNSC, ONI and a large portion of the Old Empire. They hold many Govs in their pockets and act as the main military for them.” Faye informed our new crewmate while staring at my tits...I gave a bounce on my paws and I watched her flush with a shit-eating grin on my face as my girls danced. Heh~...wait! No! Bad me! I’m a guy!

“That is really distracting. Hey, are you sure you didn’t mess with his...her head too much?” Spike asked with concern for me and I looked at Luster with worry as she rubbed her bald scalp.

“Well, I think it’s more her brain is operating on a level that this society isn’t used to anymore. We were really sex-obsessed in case you all forgot. It’s also because she’s a slime and slimes are naturally sexual creatures, being protein hunters.” Luster said with an apologetic look at me and I shrugged. Eh, getting oversexed is a good trade-off for having my fucking limbs back.

“I’m sure whenever I figure out how to be man, I won’t have these big, juicy, unf, sexy things in my lower vision and constantly stealing my attention.” I bit my lip as my eyes went down to the two white-covered basketball-sized spheres on my chest that were practically singing from the contact. I just wanna grab em and-.

“Yeah, you get on that pal. I need your brain in your head, not your boobs.” Jet insisted and my attention snapped back to the rest of reality beyond my breasts. Fuck~! He’s right, gotta focus. I took a bracing breath, psychosomatic it may be, but I need every bit of focus I can get.

I willed my body to shape into the form I’ve had since I became an adult. I remember being much simpler, firmer, less bulgy and more streamlined. I almost felt sick doing this, like I was betraying some deep, previously unknown part of myself, but damn it, I need to focus! I opened my eyes to find myself leaning on the table and shuddering.

“Whoa…” Faye uttered and I stood up...why am I taller than everyone? Oh, all that mass had to go somewhere. I poured what I didn’t need through the tendril leading back to the rest of my mass in Luster’s Inventory until I was eye-level with Luster again and just slightly taller than everyone else. I patted myself down. Slim, sexy me is back baby! “...I need to...go.”

We watched Faye retreat and Spike chuckled with a roll of his eyes and a puff of his cigarette. “I think you might’ve just got miss all-tease to need some relief, buddy.” Spike joked and I rolled my eyes. Wow, it is so much easier to think without my body constantly tingling with mild pleasure. I hope whenever I am in my new base form I don’t become so sexually preoccupied.

“Whatever, she can fantasize all she wants. She’s not my type.” I declared and blinked. Wait, she was totally my type before. “Anyway, Luster healed me and unlocked my potential, maybe she can do the same for the rest of us too.” I looked at Luster and she nodded with a bright smile. Gosh she’s so beautiful...

“Uh, guys, we just entered some underwater cave. I don’t feel comfortable driving us in here.” Ed worriedly called and Jet sprinted out of the living room so fast you’d think he was still in his prime. My old buddy is a lot healthier than most people his age, good diet and exercise.

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Jim was intimidated, but he felt more at ease under Commander Arrow’s scrutiny than Captain General Smollett’s. Unlike her, he didn’t give two shits about him, but on the other hand, Arrow clearly wasn’t as unforgivingly demanding in expectations. “So, it is up to me to get you prepared for danger that a runt like you has no business being involved in. I will push you past your limits, I will break you and put you back together as many times as necessary.”

Jim nodded, since he wasn’t given permission to speak. He wore his fresh new cadet bodysuit for this impromptu bootcamp the Captain General had Commander Arrow arrange in one of the private training suites aboard the Legacy. It was much more...revealing than Jim was comfortable with, but everyone from the lowliest cadet to the Captain General wore these bodysuits as the core of the UnSC BDU, so he was going to have to get used to it.

“To that end, you are not permitted to transform into forms stronger or faster than your true one. You will also be vanishing those wings. You need to get your base form up to snuff before you enhance yourself on the battlefield, which you will be thrust into far too soon for my tastes, but the Captain General has her orders and so do I. Now, drop and give me as many push-ups as you can until you collapse. Go.” Jim obeyed promptly at the monotone demand.

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Oh thank my ancestors that I’ve finally figured out how to cut off the majority of my mass. I’ll learn later how to just store it in my Inventory, but for now I need to be mobile and man. I think as a man, my erogenous zones are drastically fewer, so it’s easier for me to go about my business without sensual distractions.

I was doing some fighting forms in my room after finding out Luster took all of my garbage since it was ‘conveniently available glass’. This was mostly to adjust, get used to having my right limbs returned along with the familiar enhanced strength my augments gave those limbs with the armor. Still, half of me was never a fighter, so it was also a learning experience.

Silver was a brawler by inclination and experience, while John never fought a single serious fight in his peaceful life. However, John also knew more about martial arts than Silver did, so I now had both experience and more knowledge to work with on finding a style that suited me. “Hey.” I stopped and looked at Luster in my doorway with Rivala on her shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked the unicorn beauty, who looked over my body searchingly.

“I wanted to check in on you since it’s been a couple of hours. You’re not experiencing any sudden unbidden thoughts, feelings, psychological backlash?” Luster asked seriously and I patted myself over before lamenting that I wasn’t a woman right now.

“I feel...wrong in what I’ve been used to forever. I miss being a woman, when I’ve been a man my whole life before now. I’ve never had any gender confusion before.” I told her and Luster’s ears wilted adorably, making me want to give her ear scritches and headpats.

“I’m sorry about that. So long as you continue to insist on being man, that is who you are, but if you decide you prefer being woman because of me, I’ll feel so horrible for twisting who you are so much.” Luster apologized and rubbed her opposite bicep by reaching under her breasts.

“I don’t mind either way! You’re a sexy beast both as a guy and a gal!” Rivala declared and I rolled my eyes. That’s novel, my right eye has been mechanical for so long when at my full size that having both as organic at full size was really new.

“I know that much, I don’t mind, but I’m a guy, unless I’m a gal. I just...I’ll figure that out later. I need to be a man right now or my brain will be in my boobs. Is there anything else? I’m not trying to get rid of you, but I need to get used to my body again.” I took a boxer’s stance and started punching again. I’m much stronger than before. If I’m not careful, my new strength adding on to my still-augmented right limbs might cause me to kill without meaning to.

“Not really, I just wanted to check in on you.” Luster shrugged, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she went to my bed and sat down to watch me practice.

“This is a temple? Uh, Luster, as our new official ‘Old Empire’ specialist, I need you up here on deck.” Jet called through the intercom and Luster sighed, so I looked at her with a quirked eyebrow and she rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I was enjoying the show. I’ll see you later if this doesn’t call for us to get going.” Luster passed me on the way to my door and I jumped a bit when she pinched my ass and I rubbed the spot with a nervous grin as I watched her perfect ass leave my room. Without the long tail ponies are known for, dat ass is on perfect display in her skintight short-shorts.

Wow people back then had awesome taste in clothing. Unf, damn it Luster, you stupid sexy mare. The whole point of being in my male body was to avoid getting aroused! “She is so hot Silvie, you’ve gotta bang her.” Rivala said into my ear and I felt myself bubble a bit.

“I-I’m not comfortable with that! I only gave her a bukkake shower before because she drugged me and I was transforming beyond my control.” I huffed at my former pet and faithful companion, who giggled and patted the back of my ear.

“You will. She’s got the same presence that the Gods had, you do too. You’re both just waiting to explode in a violent and epic sexual frenzy on each other.” Rivala insisted and I shuddered.

“Yay.” I deadpanned, both eager yet dreading such a thing. I might just lose myself if that happens. It was bad enough I’m missing my fertile womanly body more by the minute.

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“No scans have turned up the target ship, Captain General.” Commander Arrow reported and Amelia closed her eyes with a deep cleansing breath to avoid lashing out.

“Such a shame to hear, Commander Arrow. Continue to search, send some scouts to get more traditional methods going.” At her order, Arrow bowed slightly and promptly began organizing search parties to go down to Hogarth VI for close-range scans.

With everything in motion, Amelia found herself without much to do than look at Hogarth VI through the bridge viewport and inwardly curse the long-dead predecessors of her superiors for making this once-beautiful world a dumpsite. Not just because it was once beautiful, but because the radiation and other waste was making long-range scanners worthless and forcing her to send troops into a hazardous scenario with no promise of a positive outcome.

These mercenaries were turning out to be more trouble than ever anticipated. What was the idiot who hired them smoking to think hiring the Black Dog as a sacrificial pawn was a good idea? His record with ISSP was spotless and his criminal capture rate was an inter-agency legend. Now, it was up to her to capture a dog whose prior occupation was to capture crooks.

The irony wasn’t lost on her, neither was the fact that this meant it would be only extra difficult to even find him. Then there were the dug-up reports on this crew’s previous encounters working with various Corporations and Governments. Spike Spiegel the Swimming Bird. Faye ‘Unlucky’ Valentine. ‘Radical’ Edward and an unknown slime crewmate who never left his slime ship.

This had the makings of a small yet elite crew who would decimate any group of normal troops sent after them. When they found these mercs, they would need to move in hard and fast. “Your tea, ma’am.” Amelia perked at her new cadet’s voice and she turned with a soft smile at James Hawkins, who looked absolutely adorable in his fresh new uniform and the faint blush on his white cheeks from him tasting her emotions just made it better.

“Thank you, Mister Hawkins. I believe your workday has already ended, why are you here?” Amelia asked her subordinate and he almost fidgeted under her gaze, but managed to avoid it. She did love when someone was intimidated by her, but managed to maintain their composure.

“Uh, I think I may have been hazed? I’m not going to complain, being told to bring you tea isn’t a bad thing.” Hawkins said and Amelia smirked behind her cup as she sipped.

“Well, perhaps I’ll request that you do so when you’re not training. Off with you now, you need your rest for tomorrow.” Amelia dismissed the cute young ling and went back to staring at the planet. Hogarth VI was still beautiful, even if it was a source of her troubles.

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“So, it’s not a temple?” Faye asked in disbelief as our group emerged on the open hangar deck of the Bebop after our ghostly guide led us into an air pocket of the cave system. Around us were more statues, more grandiose structures and whatnot that were totally temple-like.

“No. This was just how the Skaven made their architecture. They are-were, an obsessively gothic culture with heavy emphasis on grand displays of art and style. If you think this place is impressive, you would’ve soiled yourselves at the sight of Carim or Unity on Equus.” Luster replied while leading us towards the bow where the anthro rat ghost was waiting.

“I still don’t know if this is a good idea.” Spike warily commented and normally I’d agree, but I trust Luster-whoa. I trust Luster Dawn after knowing her for less than a few days. That’s impressive. I haven’t grown to trust anyone this fast before in my whole life besides my own mother or Rivala. I had given her the benefit of the doubt before, but true trust so soon? Wow.

“Relax, guys! If mister spooky specter guy wanted to hurt us, he could’ve tricked us to crash the ship or something.” Ed said from the back and Ein yipped in agreement.

“Indeed.” We all paused when the ghost finally spoke after we neared him. “You three, you have the blood of our pantheon within you.” He pointed at Luster, Spike and I. “The contents of these ruins rightfully belong to you. Follow, for I sense that fate conspires against you.”

“Oh boy, fate, my favorite.” I snarked in disgust, because fate was just a weakling’s fatalist excuse for not getting shit done. It’s literally in the word. If fate did exist and have any sense of Justice, an old pirate like me would’ve met my ‘fate’ long ago. Same with all the other assholes of this universe. In the end, fate is always in the hands of those who act.

“Your forebear also despised the concept. I speak merely of the impending danger.” The ghost placated before walking off the bow and stone from underwater flew to form a floating path towards the massive doorway on the ledge ahead. Luster followed without hesitation, so I did too and the others reluctantly followed. Well, besides Ed and her boundless youthful vigor.

“Ghostie talks!” Edward exclaimed and danced around us after seeming to recover from the shocked excitement. “Wow, you’re really strong mister! How are you making all these rocks float?!” The red-crested asari questioned with shimmering eyes.

“Shush, squidling.” The specter harshly hissed with a rub of his snout. Thankfully, Jet put his hands on Ed’s shoulder’s to restrain her enthusiasm and our spooky companion led us through the giant doorway into a much more industrial chamber with rusted-out or otherwise degraded assembly bays. “This was once where we tinkered with the machines of the gods, particularly of the Goddess of Machines; Nexus. Here we have weapons, tools, things you may use.”

“Neat, ya got anything that can let us hijack a Relay and escape the system?” I asked and the ghost rat nodded. “Great! Take us to it!” I clapped my hands and rubbed them together.

“You will first need the means to access it.” The skaven specter replied and gestured at a bay that had the berthing arms clamped shut on an occupant, which made us all gawk in awe. “Behold, one of Nexus’s first and greatest works: The ZGMF-1000 ZAKU Warrior!” The ghost shouted with an almost heretical zeal and mania. “Birthed from the womb-forge of the machine goddess herself: this warrior fought in the purges of Hell from this realm once and for all!”

“Holy shit! If we didn’t need it ourselves, just trying to sell this Relic would set us up for life!” Faye declared with credit chit signs in her eyes, only to get an angry ghost finger pointed at her.

“You will not be able to take anything from this place with intent to hand it to your enemies! Be glad you are the mate of a descendant of the gods or you would perish for that comment!” The wrathful wraith roared before looking at me. “You, of the three of you, I sense you would be best suited to this mobile suit. Climb aboard and imprint on it. Only with its aid can the rest of the vault be accessed.” Wait, me?! I mean, I have past experience with mobiles, so this works.

“Well, alright. Hands off my arse!” I said when the ghost started pushing me up the ladder. Once at the chest of the mobile suit, it opened up to reveal a familiar cockpit, the one I was in when I dreamed of my death or foresaw it before whatever shoved another person into my body. I ran my hands over the entrance of the hatch before stepping under the ring in the ceiling.

“Occupant detected. Scanning...subject is a slime. Does the subject have sufficient enough membrane resilience to withstand several dozen kilos of pressure?” A woman’s voice asked me, one sexy enough that it made my slime-simulated fur stand up a bit.

“Uh, I guess? It’s not like I’ll die if I can’t.” I replied and quiet klaxons began whining.

“Activating Mobile Trace System.” The hatch sealed and the ring descended with a black film forming inside it. I realized what it was, so I reached my armored hand up and let the latex-like material start coating every inch of me. I grunted from the strain, shit, it’s like it’s trying to wrench my arm off! I remained still and it descended over my head, which emerged uncovered.

The travel down the rest of my body was just as rough as my arm. I think the only reason I didn’t have much more trouble was because I was still wearing the slime-tight white bodysuit that Luster lent me. To be honest, I think I’d prefer a less straining cockpit, but since I’m used to the exotic nature of melding with a slime ship, I guess I’m not one for typical setups.

Soon enough, my form was entirely coated from clavicle to toe in black rubbery nanites with little yellow antennae at each major joint. Then my vision went from the MTS, to looking down at my friends. The docking arms retracted and I looked at my hands. Sorry, the green hands of my new mobile. I moved my fingers around and then clenched my fists with a snort.

“Alright, where’s this vault that’ll get us out of here?” I asked and carefully began tip-toeing to follow the group. Thank gosh, if this was a traditional cockpit, it’d take me hours to do this.