Pirate Bebop

Ch.40

“So, this is your space?” The orange body-suited goo-gab asked Lucatiel as she adjusted the harness system’s calibrations. Said safety system was added after Faye nearly had a fatal fall. Thank gosh that Pillar of the DOOM Marines was there to catch her.

“Considering how most of the work happens on the floor of Bay 1, yeah, the hangar’s kinda become my space. I maintain the mobile suits and smaller craft along with making sure my Worker Rodi has the necessary kit for assisting in large-scale work.” Luca didn’t really have much to do. This was the easiest job she’d ever had and was thankful for the accidental abduction. The crew were wonderfully nice and even though she got aroused a lot...yeah.

“Well, we could actually use someone with EVA experience helping us with a mobile suit up at the Infinity. It doesn’t even have Balls for maintenance craft, just ancient small ships with EVA suits and gear.” This perked Luca up. Sure, she enjoyed being lazy, but she was starting to get antsy when she only had like one or two things to help Anno or the others out with a day.

“Sure! I mean, I’ll need a ride up. My Worker Rodi doesn’t have thrusters capable of escape velocity or enough shielding for reentry. When can we go?” Lucatiel’s striped tail wiggled.

“Right now.” The goo-gab used her omni and the hangar of the Bebop’s open ‘deck’ was exposed to the light of Tarkus’s sun. “We’ve got a carrier in Bay 5 acting as our ferry to and from the Infinity, the one in Bay 4 is being refitted with weapons and an updated FTL system for some operation your crew has in mind for later. Head on over and we’ll brief you on the job.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Luca cheered and ran over to her Worker Rodi. Paid or not, damn was it time to get her mobile suit’s hands greasy before she ended up getting laid out of boredom.

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“Hunter, status?” Collateral asked over comms as Hunter stalked his prey throughout Novahome, unseen, unheard. Argentine stealth tech was always advancing.

“Target in sight, heading down a hall towards the residential block of Deck 17.” He replied as the asari in question made her way through the mostly empty halls. It was late morning, most people were either out running errands or working.

“Keep following her. We need to know where she got that book Faye gave us this morning.” His brother ordered. Faye finding a Je’daii artifact this far from Andromeda had raised their suspicions. They have informed Atano and Ani about this find, having them work alongside Pillar to research the ancient tome that Ani could translate from past experience.

“That’s not a prob-she’s gone.” Hunter froze in place and then sprinted around the corner to find no trace of the asari’s existence. “She was here one moment, then gone. I can’t sense her anywhere.” Hunter promptly began scanning everything in the area, looking for evidence of temporal, spatial or any form of known transport. Nothing. “Okay, this got extra spooky.”

“Dammit! Okay, time you made yourself disappear. We don’t want to lose you.” Collateral told him, but Hunter had a feeling that things were going to become interesting, to say the least.

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Quedia grunted when her ancient body creaked and groaned, her joints popping as her slumber was disturbed by the earth moving above her. The ancient Witch growled in anger as flames surrounded her black furred body and she stood. The lioness looked towards the blocked stone entrance to her home and it cracked, worn from scorching flames. Her black fur accented by her piercing red eyes catching alight with fire before she blasted the earth away with a tail flick.

“Who dares disturb my meditation?!” Quedia roared in anger when she stormed outside and found charred corpses scattered around her humble stone hut along with strange metal carriages and odd symbols that must be some form of written language. Her hut was on the back end of one of these carriages. These fools stole her whole home?! With her in it?!

Were they not all burned to char already, they would be screaming in agony for this audacity! However, beyond the fact they were carbonized and thus have been dead long before she awoke, she had to ponder her surroundings further. The land was molten, the air hot enough to cook most living things, but she was a Daughter of Izalith! This heat was wonderful.

She looked back at her home and saw symbols carved into it that had to be from many civilizations. None she could read, but much of it was as if they worshiped her. However this came to pass, this pleased the daughter of the Goddess of Life. “Where is mother anyways? Where am I for that matter? Where has my meditation taken me?”

She could sense none of her kin here, but she could sense mother...in the sky? Among the stars? What? The sky was tinged mostly red by the endlessly flowing lava flows of this wonderful land, but she could still see the stars and none of them were where they belonged. Quedia felt small, suddenly, realizing she was impossibly far from home and her kin nowhere to be found. How was she here? Where was this? When was this?

“Hey! You!” She turned at the frantic voice and watched a handsome black-scaled dragon, but not a mortal enemy by the fact he wasn’t made of stone, approaching her in a hurry and holding up some form of blanket. His uniform was odd. “You’re lucky to be alive! Here!” He quickly wrapped her nakedness in the incredibly soft blanket before putting some form of helmet on her head that was pleasantly cold in contrast. She may love the heat, but the cold was refreshing.

“Thank you for your consideration, but I am immune to intense heat. Tell me, where am I? What has become of Izalith?” She queried as the man pointedly looked away from her bosom when she allowed her large bust to breathe at her cleavage. Chivalrous? Indeed, not one of the Enemy. He was taller than her, had a regal cut to his jaw and sharp orange eyes. Mm~...

“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but let’s get away from here. The Traveler’s Stone is being taken to safety along with most of these ruins before the tectonic lava flows shift and it’s lost forever.” He took her hand and led her away from the stone hut she awoke within.

“The stone will not melt under such heat.” Quedia said as she looked back at her home. Or, rather, her former home. Indeed, perhaps it was time her meditation ended. How long was it for, anyway? She was warned that falling too deeply into meditation would be like Death.

“No, no, we know that. It will just become impossible to retrieve safely without risking damaging it with our equipment. It has languages of ancient civilizations from each of the Three Galaxies and it’s a priceless artifact for archeologists.” He replied as he brought her to a carriage and helped her inside. Gosh, it was crisply cold inside! She felt her nips harden in surprise at the rapid temperature shift. “Whew, always a scorcher on Char.” Her companion said as he joined her in the other seat that had a stick in front of it.

“Is it always this pleasantly intense here?” Quedia asked as she watched the ground fall away. Flight! This metal carriage can fly! Such a wonder!

“Oh yeah. It’s so hot that only dragons, lava slimes and kirins can survive down on the surface without extensive environmental equipment. Well, besides you. I bet Demons could survive down there, but they don’t like working for Govs or Corps.” Her companion replied with too much for her to grasp. There was so much there without context that she was lost.

“Demons? Kirins? Lava slimes? You speak of so many alien things. You too, you’re dragonkin, are you not?” Quedia had heard that some godkin and even her siblings had tasted ‘forbidden fruit’ of mating with captured dragons, but she hadn’t done the same. Was he a result of that?

“Uh...no? That’d be kirins, I’m a dragon. The name’s Bask, what’s your name?” Bask’s bemused reply further confused her, but Quedia realized she was genuinely out of her depth and should promptly attempt to address it.

“I am Quedia, Daughter of Izalith. I am a demigoddess in my mother’s coven of fire witches. I have meditated for what seems to be an impossibly long time. I do not understand the things you speak, I am so confused.” This feeling of being lost and helpless, Quedia did not like it. She needed to rectify this promptly and Bask seemed a good enough fellow.

“Whoa...that’s...okay. Normally it’s our job to turn people like you over to our superiors, but fuck that. I don’t get paid enough for that shit and you’d be tortured, dissected or whatever. You’ll have to tone that down, come up with an alias or something. You seem descended from the demons, so using your normal name should be fine, just leave out the titles.” Bask advised her and she felt relieved she had put her trust in him. He was a good person.

“Very well, I shall omit that information.” Quedia said as she watched the burning landscape pass below. Why, if she was as flighty as some of her sisters, she’d almost say this was romantic. Well, he is handsome~.

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Luster was in her hatchery, panting and moaning as she rubbed her fecund swell, expanded to several feet in a corner with her tentacles spread wide and Zelma gently coaxing her underbelly. “That’s it, my Queen. Relax. Let it come.” The green Zerg/Skaven softly cooed and Luster grunted as her body began pushing out the eggs that had been bouncing around inside of her like she was a washing machine thanks to Rivala and Jane swirling around half the night.

Was it the most pleasurable sensation ever? Yes! Fuck yes! Was it exhausting and almost not worth it? Kinda. Now she had to birth the eggs that she’d stuffed into Jane because her mate had unintentionally dispersed them in the frantic slime sex she’d been having with Rivala. “Oh~!” Luster groaned when they began coming, practically dumping out of her purposefully expanded cooch to be gathered by Zelma and her drones for the final incubation on the creep.

It didn’t help that she felt like there was something or someone out there pinging off of her and gave her a powerful urge to seek it out and hug it. She gasped when she felt her lover’s slime bodies pouring from her cunt too and she whined at the increasing sense of emptiness as they formed outside of her and continued to drain. “Sorry Lusty, you need a break and I wanna hang out outside of you for a bit.” Rivala patted her mate’s underbelly and Luster grunted agreeingly.

“Ya really like the maykr bits, huh?” Jane asked as she ran her hands down one of the trio of tendrils that composed Luster’s left leg from the mid-thigh down. “I do too. It adds to yer ‘alien broodmother’ allure. Anyway, I’ve gotta see how things are going. We’re going to need a ton of money soon to help all these people joining the fleet afford to do things besides live.”

“J-just use flasks to feed the rasks. They won’t mind. In fact, they might even get off on it.” Luster advised her lover as she was leaving and watched her sexy mate pull those black bandeau and spandex booty shorts out to put on once safe from the creep’s clothes-eating aura. Fuck~ was her mate sexy as sin in almost nothing! “Oh~!” Then came the birth-gasms.

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I was walking down the hall after leaving the hatchery, drinking some of Jim’s fruity cum from my flask when I ended up bumping into the fully armored Brennie and fumbled, spraying some of the purple nutritious semen onto my breasts. “Whoa! Sorry. Just enjoying some biomass restoration. I’m considering donating most of my stored mass to feeding the rasks joining up to save on credits.” I was about to drink some more when Brennie took it and took a swig.

“Mm~!” Brennie hummed as she enjoyed the taste before handing my flask back. “It’s certainly delicious. Sorry for bumping into you.” Brennie apologized before she licked her lips clean.

“No, no. I was the one chugging cum and not watching where I was going.” I realized I was still pressing my tits into her armored chest, which was flat. Efficient. I love my breasts, but they can get in the way of things. I think I’ll still go male when piloting sometimes so I don’t limit my arm movements in combat. “So, what are ya up to, beautiful?” I capped the flask and stowed it.

“Taking a break and...those sexy shortstacks want me again.” Brennie answered with a blush as we made our way towards the other end of the cargo hold with me wrapping my arms around her left arm and pressing my breasts into her armored bicep. I don’t know why, it just happened.

“Aw, those two need to give ya a rest from all the scanning. Why don’t ya and I go someplace instead?” I asked with my tail wagging excitedly, accidentally batting her fluffy tail too. I mean, I get the feeling I could do something productive, but I also have the feeling that if I leave everything well enough alone, then it’ll progress naturally without interference. I can donate my slime to a tank for distribution later.

“Hm, yeah. That sounds nice.” Brennie smiled before clicking her fingers, her armor was soon replaced with regular clothes. “Ah, much better~.” I giggled when she wrapped her arm around my waist instead of letting me sandwich it in my cleavage. “So, any ideas on where to go and what to do? I say we at least drop by the two shorties and let them know I’m going on a date.”

“Sure, it’d be rude to leave them waiting.” I let her lead me towards the cargo area where a lot of the droids were being sent for repurposing instead of just piling them up outside. They worked hard to get this place cleaned up, no point in treating it like garbage now. Hm, my new odd senses were tingling, nothing bad though. “Hey, Shekka, Hildra, I’m-eep!”

“What the-whoa!” Brennie and I were both suspended by our arms and legs by shackles that had latched onto us the instant we’d entered the suspiciously empty room. “Uh, girls! Rain check?” Brennie sheepishly asked as we hovered low with our nipples just brushing the floor before Shekka climbed on my back and Hildra did the same with Brennie.

“No take-backs! You agreed to have fun with us, you’re gonna have fun. Thanks for bringing Janey, we never got to enjoy her. Well, besides Anno, but she’s too busy reprogramming those battle droids in the room next to us. She’ll join us on her break.” Shekka spanked my booty and I yipped with my cheeks heating up in fluster.

“Besides, you’re going to be our sexy broodmother trophy wives~.” Hildra purred as we hovered towards the center of the room and I gulped with a look over at Brennie to see she was visibly aroused like I was starting to feel. “Visi isn’t here to save you this time!” My eyes widened when I felt a thick, hot rod of meat slap against my shoulder blades and watched Hildra summon a dong from her groin that also slapped between Brennie’s shoulders.

“B-Brennie, what’s happening?” I meekly asked with a hint of fear, lust and excitement.

“What’s happening is we’re about to be fucked.” Brennie panted and her nipples moistened her top and I felt my own nips do the same to my bandeau before-oh c’mon! Why always my clothes?! What did my clothes ever do to the universe to deserve being destroyed?! Shekka had torn the back of my poor top in half and then did the same to my booty shorts. Oh shi-ahn~!

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“So you took today off from being Luster’s Belly Pet to hang out with Jane, only for her to instantly be pulled into more lewd shenanigans with Brennie, Shekka and Hildra?” Faye asked the slime pony fairy, who sighed and nodded as she ate some ice cream in the galley with her hippogriff friend.

“Yeah. It was super hot, but believe it or not, even a sex-empowered wish-granting fairy can get tired of sex. I was kinda just hoping to hang around Silvy like I used to; be her shoulder ornament and make silly jokes.” Rivala took a bite of the frozen chocolate ice cream that proclaimed it was ‘made with real milk!’ and everything else ‘not fake’.

“Oh, well...this is kinda awkward. I was finally going to wish for you to enhance me for Swerta.” Faye admitted sheepishly, scratching at her cheek with a talon.

“Why stop at that? Why not wish for me to turn you into a slime so you two can meld like Willow and Svartr did which started their transformation into Wiatr?” Rivala suggested and Faye looked a bit antsy before she stilled, a sign Swerta had taken over.

“As much as I love Faye-Faye, I don’t want to be her. I’m good just being part of her. Besides, she might be pregnant and who knows what that kind of wish would do to the eggs.” Swerta rubbed their shared stomach and Rivala hummed with a nod.

“Fair enough. Well, wish away. With how much I’m constantly being charged by Lusty and Silvy, I’ve got a full complement of wishes loaded and ready to fire, just please don’t empty my clip.” Rivala didn’t want to go back to being a Morph. Sure, recovering would be as easy as drinking or eating from Silvy, but she didn’t want to risk losing any memory.

“Um, okay, I wish I were more like Swerta.” Faye wished aloud as Rivala glowed and purred before wiggling her hand into Faye’s shorts. “Hey, you’ve granted wishes just by snapping your f-fingers before.” Faye protested, but felt compelled to let the red and blue slime pony fairy finger her. “Oh! Oh~! W-wow! Oh my gosh! Ah, ah, ahn-!”

Faye suddenly splashed into the chair, a mixture of pink and black slime. “Phrasing~. You wished to be more like Swerta, not how you wished to be more like her.” Rivala then took another bite of ice cream as the pink slime hippogriff reformed and was just as ludicrously buxom and bootyful as Rivala and other Golden Age ladies. “Also, you weren’t pregnant. Sorry.”

“I-bu-I fucked up.” Faye said as the black slime of Swerta molded over Faye’s pink slime. “Swerta? What-mmph! Mm!” The black slime fully encompassed Faye and then became a black muscular wolfess who easily rivaled Jane in beauty and presence with Faye’s pink eyes.

“Oh~, babe. Thank you. Look at me, this is me! Thanks, sweetie. Now that you made that wish, we can eventually even separate and-hey! I wish I had enough biomass to be able to separate!” At Swerta’s wish, Rivala winked and then she was nearly double the size as before. “Woof! Right, gotta store it away~! Heh. Okay Faye. How do I look?”

“Oh my gosh, you’re so fucking hot. I was straight before we met, but holy shit.” Faye panted through Swerta’s lips before they morphed down and Faye was back with black clothes in her preferred crop top and shorts. “I can’t believe I was so hesitant before. Thanks, Rivala.”

“No issue, though you have a bulge.” Rivala teased and Faye squeaked before slapping her crotch and Swerta’s voice chuckled from her ‘shorts’ before the impossibility vanished. Bulges like that are impossible for all magically touched people, which thanks to the efforts of the Empire, is pretty much everyone. “Now then, I’m going to keep eating my ice cream.”

“Swerta, why do you keep showing off?” Faye asked her partner as she made to leave.

“Because we’re hot to trot, babe. At least now I don’t need to steal your beak to speak.” Swerta said before they left and Rivala leaned on her cheek with a sigh, feeling lonely. She wanted quality non-sexy time spent with someone who loved her, but Luster was laying her drones and Silvy was getting her brains fucked out by a sexy shortstack with a giant cock.

“Huh, hey. Don’t see you without the other two often.” Spike commented when he entered and went to the fridge. The dragon was a notorious snacker, especially when he didn’t have any smokes and it turns out Aurora has a mild allergy to nicotine, so he’d promptly swore off them.

“They’re busy and I didn’t feel like getting involved again.” Rivala sighed and watched Spike join her at the table with the whole carton of ice cream. “Jet’s gonna be mad if you eat so much.”

“Thanks to Anno and HK’s crew, we’re practically swimming in credits. I mean, Jane’s suggestion about hacking Snugglé was genius. If we weren’t trying to make an army and navy, we’d be set for life so long as we didn’t get caught by them. The irony that most of the food we’ll be buying are Snugglé products makes it even better.” Spike said and Rivala rolled her eyes. “Y’know, I like you this way. You’re actually deeper than some eye-candy shoulder pet.”

“O-oh. Thank you.” Rivala wasn’t used to talking to people besides Silvy and Lusty, so she wasn’t sure how to feel about being praised. “Anyway, I’m just gonna eat with you then.”

“Fine by me, pass the sprinkles.”