Pirate Bebop

Ch.47

I woke up to discover Luster’s womb was suddenly chock-full of eggs. Whoops, that might’ve been me. I actually got some sleep and I vaguely think it was a wet one. A few moments later, the eggs were all gathered in a sort of net that filled with fluid, forcing Rivala and I out against the walls of Luster’s uterus while the eggs were isolated away from us before the net closed up into a second womb moments before Luster’s body split open like that maw she used to engulf me, dumping us out on the creep floor of her hatchery faster than the usual exit would’ve taken.

“Oof~. You sexy bitches, getting me so full of eggs in your sleep.” Luster huffed after her body morphed back down to her preferred unicorn maykr form and she slapped her abs. “Thanks, I’m going to need as many as possible if I’m going to make an army of mindless drones to spare the Lives of those with Souls.”

“Oh? Yer not upset about it now?” I asked after I formed my body and slurped my excess slime into storage and helped Rivala to her paws after she did the same, only for her wings to make her float and she cheekily winked at me, so I rolled my eyes. Right, fairy, flight. At least she appreciated the gesture.

“Collateral gave me a great idea! I’m going to make Orks!” I blinked at Luster’s words before I screamed in horror and grabbed her by the hips since she was floating slightly above me.

“Ya fool! Yew’ll kill us all! They’ll-wait, Zerg. Ya can control them. Okay, whew.” I firmly and swiftly spanked Luster’s ass and she squeaked. “Don’t do that! I thought ya genuinely went insane fer a moment.”

“Lusty wouldn’t start something she’d lose control over, Silvy. She’s too much of a control freak.” Rivala assured me as she rubbed my shoulders while floating at the same height as Luster. I felt a bit ticked off at realizing that of the three of us, I’m the only one without innate levitation. “Whoa!” Gah! Spoke too soon! “How are you doing that, Silvy?!”

“Help! I don’t know what I’m doing or how to stop!” I squeaked as my body floated aimlessly up and then I found myself standing on the ceiling. I calmed down when I realized I was somehow ignoring gravity. This can’t be the Force! The Force is powerful, but this is such a fucking casual and overpowered manifestation of it that-oh no~! I am the Goddess of Force! Damn it!

“I think we better-wait. Ahem: I wish Jane could control this.” Rivala shrugged with a gesture up at me. “So she can control this. You just have to figure out what you’re doing, Jane.” Luster floated up to me until we were face to face. “Hey, this is like that scene from Spider-Man.”

“But who is the hero here?” I asked cheekily before we did an upside-down kiss. “Wait, I’m Jane, so I guess yer my hero.” Luster flushed and tittered adorably while Rivala floated up to me and helped me pull myself down and right myself. Okay, so, if I just will it, ‘Force’ it through focus, I can do it. I’ve never heard of any Sith or Jedi who could fly with the Force though.

I seriously need to start figuring out how to control this immense power. Should I take up meditation? My void floating is like that, maybe I can start there...irony. I can do that whenever now instead of having to seek outer space or someone’s Inventory. I guess...I guess I was innately suited to this...I really wish I wasn’t the ‘Chosen One’ though.

🎺

“...We could’ve done that from the beginning!” Rex bellowed in frustration on his throne as he pulled on his ears after his mother had told him of the idea of having an Ancient Dragon big enough to store ships in her cleavage do so, downsize, then deliver the small fleet on the other side of the dimensional boundary. If they find enough Ancient Dragons to do this, they could load a gunboat with them and have a whole fleet deployed within a couple of days!

“Good thing I have a dozen of their numbers on hand. Literally.” Marcus chuckled at his own joke as he used his omni-tool to que up a conference call.

“Why do you have their numbers, son?” Visilia asked with a ‘manipulative mama’ gleam in her eyes. Her sons and daughters, besides Red, have romantic relationships besides, but most of them still haven’t married! She has fewer grandbabies than children!

“I think you can guess.” Marcus replied while sticking his tongue out playfully. “Plus, I’m not an idiot who took up the damn crown.” He jabbed at Rex in annoyance.

“Grandpa wanted to retire! I’ve been the king in all but name until recently! Grandpa Hydrax has every right to relax and let us younger ageless folks do all the work.” Rex huffed defensively and Visi felt pride swell in her heart. Her son loves his grandfather dearly and ever since his grooming for the throne began, he’s done his best to alleviate stress for the ancient demon king.

“Too bad your social life isn’t all that bright.” Oof! Even Visi felt that one. Marcus is definitely like Brennie. Harsh yet witty when given the opening.

“I have one! You just don’t notice it!” Rex blushed as he shook a fist at his older brother.

“Having a gamer girlfriend you talk to every day while you play video games doesn’t count if you never met in person.” Marcus rebutted and Visilia squeaked happily at this news while Rex looked utterly mortified!

“You cur! You said you’d never tell mother!” Rex shouted in dismay before he banged his fist on the armrest. “J-just call your gal pals and ask if they’re big enough for the job!”

“Suck it up, you little bitch. For the record, yes, they are bigger than yours.” Marcus boasted.

“Size isn’t everything you charlatan!” Rex declared with his crimson eyes shining brightly and his Kingly Aura weighed down on everyone. “Mimi is perfect as she is! She doesn’t need to have a large bust or wide and full buttocks to be beautiful! She is the most beautiful person in the universe to me~!” Rex shouted as his passion filled the room with his powerful presence.

“Then grow a fucking pair and ask her out!” Marcus roared and Rex comically deflated in his throne, the impressive and powerful aura rapidly fading.

“I can’t~! She’s too sweet and pure for my filthy self to defile~!” Rex dramatically proclaimed with an arm over his eyes and even turned sideways like his throne was a fainting couch. Visilia almost laughed uncontrollably at the Rarity-like display. Perhaps he’d spent too much time in the fashionista’s presence growing up. She misses their Elements of Harmony, since aside from Twilight, none of them became ageless. Thankfully, their immortal counterparts on the other side helped sooth yet enhance that pain. She really must meet up with them sometime soon.

“And you call yourself a king?! You know what, forget it! I’ve got their numbers queued up for a mass-call.” He sent the call request and they waited a few moments before most of them answered. “Hey, this is a conference call. How many of you are large enough to store spaceships in your Inventory at full size? We need help with an esoteric deployment to a realm with restricted size on dimensional travel.”

This got a majority denial along with some flustered or prideful confirmations. The ones who were too small hung up since it wasn’t the raunchy rendezvous they expected from a call from Marcus, leaving only five on the call. “O-oh my, uh, I-I can do that.” “Oo~. I haven’t been that big in ages~.” “S-sure, I’ve got the baps for that.” “Okay?” “How’d you find out?!”

“Right, gonna need to make it up to those who hung up. Anyway, ladies. Our ancient allies need rescuing and you can help us. Can I count on you?” Marcus asked as he grinned deviously and ran his free hand’s fingers through his short hair. He couldn’t believe his Lady’s Man ways have actually been useful beyond his love life for once.

“I-I’d love to help, Marcus.” “Only if you take us on a group date~.” “W-what! He doesn’t need to do that! I’d like that though...” “Okay.” “I still want to know how you found out…”

“Deal. Thanks for your cooperation, ladies. Oh and when should we plan on the group date?” Marcus stuck out his tongue at his younger brother, who flipped him off.

“After.” They all simultaneously answered obliquely and Marcus smirked. Women, they tend to be so mysterious without even trying to be.

“Then we’ll have it after you transport the first battle groups. Come to the Palace, I’ll have security guide you in.” He hung up after they verbally confirmed and he flinched away from his mother, who was suddenly in his personal space with her eyes shining golden and her face split with a devious smile.

“So~. My son. When will I have grandbabies~?” Visi disturbingly lilted and Rex laughed.

“Hey, at least I get to have children before you.” Marcus remarked and Rex seethed at him for that.

“I do not need children to have a meaningful relationship with Mimi! I’ll have foals when I’m damn well ready.” Rex huffed and then pounded his gavel on its sounding board. “Meeting adjourned, let’s get some proper military assistance on the way.”

🎺

When Kevin found Brennie and Vinnie, he was both disgusted and intrigued at the sight of them eating scrap, junk and garbage they were fishing from their cleavages. “Uh...what’s going on here?” Kevin asked uneasily and Vinnie turned her bright golden optics on him as they shined brightly with menace!

“You! You sexy bastard! Look what you’ve done to me!” Vinnie snarled and allowed her belly to expand, easily filling half the room before it changed dimensions to free up space. “I need to keep eating materials to fuel the construction of these protoforms! Now help me feed our babies or I’ll eat you!” Vinnie shouted before her belly roared in demand!

“Oh boy! Guys, I need some backup-whoa!” Kevin was pushed to the side as a horde of rasks and gabs rushed through with tons of scrap in tow!

“Don’t worry, sweeties! Help is here!” Shekka and Hildra declared in unison as they flowed in with the other shorties, causing the room to expand further to accommodate all the extra mass entering its dimense.

“You should’ve mentioned this to us!” Anno barked as the white jackal slime entered and began pouring junk from her cleavage onto the pile that several of the men began retrieving bits from to hand-feed to the two ravenous pregnant cybertronians, who were even being seated on padded makeshift floor-level seats while others rubbed their shoulders with several rubbing Vinnie’s belly. “I’m out! Group 3 stays with me! Groups 1 and 2 keep pampering!”

Kevin stayed out of the way as Anno led the charge of shorties back out of the room with Shekka tending to Brennie and Hildra tending to Vinnie. “I’ll just-wah?!” Before he could do anything, Kevin found himself underneath Vinnie’s pregnant ass with her groin pressing on his. “Guh!”

“What th-?!” Rico’s voice could be heard when he found himself in a similar position as his brother. Brennie huffed when she let her equally massive belly out like Vinnie and the rasks and gabs gave her fecund swell the same lavish treatment. “Uh…whoa. What the hell?”

“You two sexy bastards stay right where you are~.” Vinnie growled before going back to feasting on the junk being brought to her by her servants and Brennie did the same. “Move your hips, Kevin! In fact, get out of that armor!”

“Vinnie, won’t we risk getting even more pregnant?” Brennie huffed as she rocked her engorged mons against Rico’s armored groin. “Fuck, now that I’m getting enough material in me fast enough, I’m getting fucking horny. Rico! Fuck me you hot horndog!”

Doing as they demanded, the two manly wolves got out of their armor and slipped their already hardened meat sticks inside the pregnant ladies’ quims. Well, if they wanted a good fucking, they got one. Of course, the others also wanted in on the action~.

🎺

Visilia felt like she was missing out on something that she’ll regret later, but right now it was best if she remained involved in the current events as she watched the five beautiful stone-scaled dragonesses being briefed by Marcus in the hangar of Star Fort Antilles in orbit around the throneworld.

They each had the ubiquitously ‘average’ matronly body type that was popular in Devorak like it was in Andromeda and the Milky Way, but were easily different from their facial features, horns and scale colors along with their vastly different personalities. Each may have been several thousand years old, but none of them acted like wise old ladies.

Dulvex was the soft pink soft-spoken one that reminded her painfully of Fluttershy. Travelex was a vibrant rose red with a saucy and overwhelmingly sensual and carnal personality. Freval was a soft blue girl-next-door type who didn’t seem too strongly in any direction. Uri was pitch black and was practically the reincarnation of Maud Pie with her bland emotionless expression and one-word deadpan responses. Lastly, Syrex was a green twitchy type who was antsy as hell.

From presence and appearance alone, Visi approved of Marcus’s tastes, but each was such a vastly different personality she found it hard to believe they could get along. “Okay ladies, now that you know, chins up, we need to get the readings from your size-control collars.” Marcus declared and they each raised their chins towards the ceiling, baring their throats.

A Scinox approached and clamped a standard thaumic scanner to Dulvex’s collar first, making the pink woman squeak quietly and quiver like a leaf. “Her full size is easily equivalent to Luna-1.” Visi whistled, which meant the pink dragoness was by mass as large as Luna’s moon, which in Devorak at least, was the same as the Marine’s Earth’s moon.

“Damn girl! You’re huge!” Travelex cooed and let the Scinox clamp her collar. “So, how big am I? It’s been thousands of years since I last let loose in a friend’s Inventory.”

“Slightly smaller than Dulvex, but barely.” Travelex pumped a fist happily while the Scinox went to Freval and scanned her collar. “Slightly bigger than Dulvex.” Freval seemed mildly upset, but didn’t say anything as the Scinox moved to Uri. “Wow, twice the size of Dulvex. You must be the largest Ancient Dragon on record. You could be a small planet by yourself.”

“Cool.” Was Uri’s bland response to the incredible news as Syrex twitched and fidgeted while being scanned.

“S-so, I must be too small, right? Right? I’m definitely too small. I was wrong about-.” The scanner blared and Syrex pulled a Pinkie Pie and somehow teleported behind Uri for cover while leaving a her-shaped cloud of dust on the immaculate space station.

“Forget the claim that Uri is the largest on record! Syrex is big enough to register as a planet three times the size of the throneworld! How old are you?” The Scinox questioned the green dragoness, who was too busy cowering behind the impassive Uri to answer.

“I blame the mineral milkshakes she binges on.” Marcus chuckled amicably as he tried not to think of how hot it was that each of these girls he’s been intimate with was utterly gigantic in scale in their truest form. “So then, each of you can easily harbor entire fleets of ships with Syrex capable of transporting Star Forts. I remember that Ancient Dragons don’t need to breathe, is that right?” They all nodded, including Syrex getting her back patted by Dulvex.

“We can store oxygen for a while, about six years.” Freval answered helpfully. “Plenty of time for us to do what you need.”

“Just don’t get naughty with us big boy~. After all, we’ll be entirely nude. Don’t go thinking you can ram one of those phallic-shaped ships up our-.” Travelex was silenced by Uri pinching her snout with two fingers.

“Work.” Uri intoned before she casually tore off her tear-away pants to reveal she came commando and then rolled her T-shirt off to stuff them into her bare cleavage. Dulvex and Syrex squeaked and covered their eyes while Freval looked away and Travelex purred in appreciation.

“Uh, well, it’s a good thing I’ve already called for the ships to be ready. Just step out into the void and size up when you’re ready, ladies.” Marcus gulped as he valiantly tried to remain professional despite his boner in his Inventory. Uri was the blunt bulldozer that ignored all things in the way of doing what she was set to do, so long as it was legal to do so, she’s not a rebel.

“Actually, son, with how massive they are, we should move further out of the planet’s gravity well so they don’t cause tidal surges and other gravitational anomalies.” Visilia advised and Marcus nodded thankfully for his mother’s input. “Let’s take a gunboat a minimum safe distance away and let them take the airlock out. I’m sure they’ll be large enough for navigation to find.”

🎺

Jester danced and twirled around the ship that was ferrying her away from containment and then she prat-fell butt-first onto the lap of her savior, the super-sexy Ivara Prime and her wife that wore her: Kasumi Goto, with their shoulder-husband the assistant droid KJ-G2.

“Yes, yes, you’re happy I got you out.” Kasumi chuckled and poked the Jester in her modest chest. “We have some work for you.”

Jester mutely giggled before wiggling her bum on Ivara’s lap and squishing Ivara and Kasumi’s heaving hooters into her back.

“Careful you two. Remember what happened the last time you let another Warframe get intimate.” KJ-G2 warned his wives with a disapproving glare of his telescope eye at Jester.

Jester waved him off and then bounced against the fused woman’s thighs in excitement.

“Alright, alright. Now then, there needs to be some mayhem…”

🎺

Jim paused in his kata, feeling a profound sensation of hope fill him. It was now possible! His mind filled with tactics and strategies, unbidden, staging from...Tarkus? Tarkus? The garbage dump of Quadrant 7? That place was...genius! It was mobile, it was laden with resources, it was filled to the brim with rebellious and violent types who have no love for the Govs or Corps!

That’s where Jane is! That’s where the Silver Pirates are preparing their revolution! Jim hurried from his personal training room and couldn’t stand the wait on the elevator up to Amelia’s quarters. They were still in FTL heading to Char, but after whatever unfolds there, their next heading was now clear to him.

When he entered, he paused as he watched Amelia moan with her vagina spread wide by Ashley’s huge kitty-cock and Midna sucking on Amelia’s tits. Delbert was facing the other way in his small lab running tests and experiments as usual with his earphones in since he didn’t like to hear or see his ex having sex for obvious reasons.

“Uhn~! Jim! Get over here and fuck this four-handed shadow-demon!” Amelia panted as she bounced on said woman’s dick, the ahuizotl groaning and biting her lower lip.

“I’d love to, but I have important news-!”

“Shut up and get over here, stud! Your mate gave you an order! Now put on a condom and fuck me while I fuck her!” Ashley snarled and Jim quickly stripped naked to obey.

One doesn’t deny a horny woman without consequence, after all.