Pirate Bebop

Ch.49

“Look what you fucking did to them!” Juneau furiously shouted at Vinnie. As soon as Brennie and Rico returned from Horny Jail, their personalities seem to have taken a bland, monotone turn instead of their usual personas.

“That’s temporary, don’t worry. Besides, Brennie’s just faking it. She’s still the horniest bitch in the universe.” Vinnie huffed dismissively.

“Yeah, no. Check again.” Kevin demanded with narrowed eyes.

“What?” Vinnie blinked as she willed her powers as a Goddess of Souls along with her new Force powers to search the two statues that sat in front of them. “Oh, Gods.”

“I told you that damn place was evil!” Juneau declared as she shook Rico’s arm, the limb being all floppy and boneless like it was made of rubber, yet didn’t disturb the rest of him.

“B-b-but, I don’t understand! How could this-oh, fuck. No Argentine was ever sent to Horny Jail!” Vinnie whined in dismay, having almost single-handedly destroyed what made them, them.

“Shit, okay, we need to see if maybe we can reset them to before they were exposed to Horny Jail, which never did this to anyone it was used on. Maybe it’s a synthetic thing.” Kevin went up to Brennie and willed a finger to turn into a plug before he jacked into the port behind her left ear. Shortly, Brennie blinked and looked around. “Oh, thank the gods.”

“Hey, what happened? Rico was about to shove his dick back in me and then someone cuntblocked me.” Brennie huffed with a glare at Vinnie before she watched Kevin climb up Rico and plug into his neural port. “Uh, what are you doing?” Rico shuddered and then looked around as Kevin jumped down.

“The Hell? Wasn’t I about to give Brennie another dicking?” Rico questioned and Brennie nodded, equally confused as she patted her mysteriously normal-sized b-ball boobs.

“...Getting rid of the bat.” Vinnie whimpered as she retrieved the Horny Jail bat, which Brennie grabbed and held away from her.

“Mine! I’m the Goddess of Sex, I might need to use this on people I drive crazy. Don’t make me banish you for cuntblocking me!” Brennie threatened and Vinnie backed away frantically.

“Wow, slow down! Brennie, please, I need you to think about this.” Juneau calmly spoke to Brennie as she got between the two.

“I shall have my horny vengeance~!” Brennie playfully lilted with a dark gleam to her optics. “Later, though. I feel oddly satisfied. Thanks for the fucking, stud.” Brennie spanked Rico’s ass and shoved the Horny Jail bat into her storage as she left, totally nude and swaying her hips. Anno, Shekka and Hildra trailing after her wordlessly in concern.

“Well, at least she’s fine.” Juneau sighed in relief, but Vinnie held on to Kevin in terror.

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“Hey Spike, any reason why the guy with gray hair is staring at you?” Faye asked as she and Spike drank at The Mess at Novahome. They’d both decided to get away for the rest of the day due to all of the raunchy shenanigans going on at base. Well, Faye wanted to drink and muse about how wonderful it was to get wrecked by Pillar multiple times. Swerta was sleeping it off in her Inventory and Faye was actually wearing her normal clothes for once.

“Gray-oh no.” Spike’s brown scales paled and he nervously looked, only for the gray-haired human to sit down at the table with them. “V-Vicious! Hi! I-it’s been a while…” Spike nervously said as the intense human rested his katana against the table and his large green pet cormorant on his shoulder glared across the table at Faye, who instinctively glared back at the other avian.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you where you sit.” Vicious calmly demanded as he set his mug of clear drink on the table. His answer came in with multiple weapons aimed at him. “Hm, that is a good reason, but all I’m surrounded by is fear and dead men.”

“E-everyone, blasters down! You can’t kill him with just firepower alone!” Spike shouted fearfully even as his face twinged in restrained disgust.

“Then you better have a damn good reason for him, otherwise we won’t help you.” Tahillia appeared behind the dragon as she waved her Ghosts off. They may have already been out today, but part of their daily duties is to make sure any of the Bebop’s crew not be harmed when away. “Make this quick and keep it civil.” With that said, she disappeared from sight.

“You’ve attracted skilled people, like I knew you would. The Syndicate has noticed things in Triangulum are shifting rather quickly away from the standard paradigm. The Mafia is willing to spare your life in exchange for assisting in the overthrow of the current powerbase strangling the Three Galaxies.” Vicious drank the clear liquid in a few gulps and then set the empty mug down before he casually dropped a lit match inside, burning the alcohol off before he stored it.

“Well, that’s an offer I can’t refuse. It isn’t like that wasn’t what we were after in the first place.” Spike growled through his teeth, wishing that adamantium katana of his wasn’t close enough to kill everyone within ten meters of the brutal killer in seconds. “Are we done?”

“No, but I have what the Syndicate wants. Don’t die, Swimming Bird.” Vicious stood and turned to leave, his cormorant somehow sticking out its tongue and pulling an eyelid down with a feather at Faye, who did the same.

“Wow, what an asshole. No wonder you hate the Syndicate.” Faye huffed and drank some more of the beer, lamenting a bit that as a full, genetically stable slime, she couldn’t get drunk anymore, but she liked the fizzy feeling from it making bubbles inside of her. Soda would work just as well, but The Mess didn’t have good flavors. “So, Spike, I want to talk about us.”

“What about us?” Spike asked, so Faye quirked an eyebrow and he blushed. “Oh...us…”

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I was just chilling in the common room for once, watching some anime that Ed and Aurora were watching. It was some local derivative of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles or something else CLAMP originated. “There you are!” Khorgan cheered and I looked over before sputtering and using tendrils to blindfold Ed and Aurora much to their confused dismay, but the nude Thraggen was not a sight for virgin eyes!

“Khor! Put on some clothes! There’s kids here!” I hissed and quickly reached into my cleavage, contained in a tank top, to toss a T-shirt and basketball shorts at the she-hulk, who blinked at the suitably sized clothes before she shrugged and put them on. Once she was decent, I uncovered the brat’s eyes and rewound the episode to the point I had to blind them.

“Sorry. Thraggen usually go about nude and raise kids in nudist settings due to all the things on our homeworld that ruin textiles. I tell ya, it was funny seeing my crew get used to me walking around in the buff before I found my head in the morning.” Khorgan plopped her perfect ass next to me and she side-hugged my face into the side of her right boob. “So, what’cha watch-oo is this the newest episode of Feather Followers?!”

“Yeah!” Ed and Aurora cheered and I snorted in amusement into the enormous green breast I was now using as a cushion as Khorgan completely got absorbed into watching anime. I’m glad she isn’t entirely obsessed with sex to the point of preoccupation. I snuggled against my new mate and enjoyed the closeness as she idly rubbed my bicep tenderly.

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*Gulp, gulp, gulp* Visi sucked on the hose that was feeding her fecund form as the reservoir was constantly topped off by her rapidly producing 15-foot wide breasts. Hot fuck this beat the last time she was so huge. Slimes have orgasmic rapid reproduction down to a T, she should’ve done this sooner! Each gulp caused her 30-foot spherical body to quake in pleasure.

“Do you require more scrap, my queen?” Asked an eager rask servant as he stood near her head on her rapidly inflating form and she shook her head. She had enough material to work with now, she was just feeding to ensure enough space between the biological and mechanical eggs and fetuses within her. “Then we shall turn attention to rubbing your membrane.”

“Mm~!” Visi cheerfully moaned into the hose as she drank. Damn was this epic. They weren’t Scinoxes, but the eagerness of these tiny folk to please was intoxicating.

“Hey, Visi, you got a minute?” She heard her wife Brennie from the doorway of the storage room she found the fluid storage tank in aboard the Bebop. Visi hummed loudly in confirmation for the dracowolf to enter and Brennie flew to stand atop her and sit by her head. “Okay, I think I need to share the Aspect of Sex. I can’t stop thinking about fucking everything I see. I mean, usually that’s only when I’m really horny, but now I’m constantly horny. Get me?”

“Mhm.” Visi nodded and kept swallowing. She too was a carnal creature, she understood.

“Eris had a point, we can’t handle this many Aspects at once. It’s starting to scare me.” Brennie confessed with a shiver.

“Mm.” Visi muffled around the hose and used her optics to convey she wanted Brennie to come closer, so the dracowolf laid down and wrapped her arms around her wife’s head and nuzzled her. “Mm, mhm mmph.” The hose was suddenly turned off and taken out. “Oh, thank you. Ahem. Yeah, I suggest you and the others pick Aspects you don’t want and hand them out to suitable worthies. I mean, couldn’t Marcus take War from you by now?”

“Fuck no! I’m not giving up on that shit, piss off!” Brennie snarled as she retreated, sitting on her knees on Visi’s rock-hard red metallic membrane and she idly noted this was a perfect position to wrap her thighs around her wife’s head for some-no~! Head out of the cooch! Talking!

“That’s the problem right there, Brennie. That’s why none of you gave them away. You’re attached to them to the point they are part of your personality. Tell me, sweetie. Don’t you remember a time before? When you weren’t so obsessed with tactics, combat and struggles of power?” Visi asked sadly. “I do. I remember a hurt and gentle soul forced to be brutal for the sake of others. I’m not saying you aren’t those things anymore, but they’re so buried now.”

“I need to be this way! If I’m not-!”

“Someone else can do the job! You’re not some Chosen One anymore!” Visilia snarled and spat to the side, where the slime she spat was absorbed back into her slime. “War, Ruin, Wrath and Blood. You have dozens of candidates you could easily hand those over to! Candidates who wouldn’t abuse those Aspects. Unlike Sex, I can’t think of anyone better suited than you, Vinnie or me, but I’m still adjusting to Fertility and Vinnie also has too many like the others.”

“I...I don’t want to curse someone else with my burdens.” Brennie muttered weakly as she wilted. “I’ve borne this constant struggle for so long, how can anyone else be better suited?”

“It isn’t just about being suited, it’s about change. I don’t want to quote Discord, but the only thing that truly stays the same is that things change. You’ve been changing over time, becoming someone beautiful, glorious and freer from the struggles Berserker had to go through. Tell me, as obsessed with your Aspects as you are; what are your top priorities?” Visilia demanded.

“Family, friends, Sex and creating Life...so?” Brennie asked weakly and Visilia deadpanned at her. “Oh no...no! I’m not planning to do the broodmother bit full-time!”

“If not me, then you or Vinnie would be Fertility. You, she and I: we’re a Trinity. We share so much, but perhaps too much. Each of us has a fragment of Life because it was too much for Vinnie to handle without going mad, each of us is obsessed with making babies, each of us is an accomplished warrior, perhaps we’re all a bit Crazy. We need to do something sweetie.” Visilia implored her wife before she looked around at her servants. “Oh...uh, perhaps this isn’t the best time…”

“Fuck them, they can watch. They’re cute little sex dumplings anyway.” Brennie grumbled and put her face in her hands. “Fuck...I do have to give something up and I was willing to throw Sex away and burden you with it.” Brennie flopped back on her wife’s firm surface and sighed as she scooted closer, Visi muffling into Brennie’s groin. “Help me think on this, eat me.”

“Mm~!” Visi hummed and began lapping at her wife’s groin happily.

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“Yes! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! Rise my beautiful creations! Rise~!” Luster Dawn maniacally declared as several hundred eggs pulsed and burst, revealing green-skinned male and female Orks, not Thraggens despite the similarities. Each stood at 8 feet in height, rippled with muscle and had the strength to rival any thraggen, which meant only Krogan, Elcorians and Wookies could overpower them in brawn alone. “We shall deliver the Three Galaxies from the oppression of-!”

“Could you not monologue like a villain?” Duo requested as he stood next to Zelma, now a pure Skaven due to the mutation snafu he went through. He didn’t mind, honestly, but Zelma would take some time to come to terms that she accidentally caused her friend to turn into a handsome skaven. As if being platonic around him wasn’t hard enough before…

“Hey, I’m having a moment here~!” Luster huffed at him impishly before blowing a puff of air up at her orange mane. “Whatever, the moment’s passed.” Luster casually directed the naked army of sexy green warbeasts to line up while the smaller rask-like Zerg hurried to start dressing them up in plain shirts and shorts that were a metallic weave to avoid being absorbed by the creep.

“So, none of them are genuinely alive?” Biachia asked her goddess curiously as she poked one of the men in the groin, curious about the lack of genitals when the women had them. The krogan priestess was impressed, but confused to hear they weren’t truly living entities.

“No. They don’t have Souls, they lack the Spark. I’m sure if Jane and I worked together hard enough at it, we could have true children of our own, but until we figure it out, the best she might be able to do is provide them some base spark of motive force. Right now, they’re all just networking off of me.” Luster informed the krogan, who while an enticing option as a mass-production warrior template, wasn’t as feasible as a self-maintaining force like the Orks.

“Hm, I suppose this is a lesser form of Life then. The fact you can so easily create clones is indeed a sign of your pedigree.” Biachia said after she compared her bicep to a female ork’s.

“I have the template logged and given priority, my queen.” Zelma intoned once she finished doing so. There may only be two templates, but it took a bit of effort for a production template to be saved within her body. She fumbled with the Zerg-Rasks for a whole day until it was secure.

“Excellent! Send for an Argentine to-eek!” Luster squeaked in surprise when someone tugged on her rear-right leg-tendril.

“You called?” Helvex asked as he looked from her to her creations.

“Ah, perfect! Behold! The first of my Zerg-Orks! I will call them: Zorks! Watch.” Luster Dawn rubbed her hands together as a female Zork that was still nude walked forward and then her feet rooted in the Creep before she rapidly transformed into a red-spotted green parasol mushroom that spread a cloud of spores, which rapidly began sprouting more male and female Zorks from the mat! “Behold~! Rapid reproduction! The women are capable of this while the men are focused entirely on being combatants! Bwa-ha-ha-ha~!”

“Combat effectiveness and a catchy name. Excellent.” Helvex complimented with a nod of approval. He also found them aesthetically pleasing, that’s a bonus for a bioweapon.

“I told you Zork was a good name! You even challenged me when I named the Zasks!” Luster pouted at Zelma, who groaned and rubbed her temples long-sufferingly. “So, I have combatants, a way to increase said number without needing to grow the eggs from scratch every time, along with a force of mechanically minded service and supply drones to support them! I just need to get them armed, armored and supplied. Good thing we have all this junk to-.”

“About that, you can forget having to scavenge constantly. We have reinforcements.” Helvex informed the Zerg Queen and she looked at him.

“Eh?” Luster blinked at the surprising statement. “W-wait, what do you mean? I still would’ve done this, but a good part of why I did it was because of the lack of manpower we suffer.”

“Look out the window.” Helvex pointed towards one of the room’s viewports, which the Creep left uncovered because ‘natural light is good for mental health’. She hovered up to it to peek out at the slim sliver of vision outside of Bay 1 and Luster Dawn about creamed herself!

“Oh my gosh they’re so fucking hot~!” Luster declared at the outlines of the five giantesses large enough to be visible in the early evening sky since the sun was reflecting off of their glorious bodies in a lunar orbit around the nearly waterless planet of Tarkus. “I haven’t seen an Ancient Dragon since before I was put in cryo! Where did they-right, immigrants to Devorak.”

“Yes. They’ve brought a few of our fleets along with them. Including a few Star Forts which will initially be married to the Infinity since she has the means to move them around with ease.” The Infinity was a legacy one-off, featuring the largest and most extensive tractor beam system of any ship to date besides the Sweepers, but those aren’t elegant or gentle.

“Yes! Then we can move on with the plan to raid Char! Wait, what do you mean we don’t have to worry about resources so much?” Luster asked as she kept looking out the window and then she squealed happily at the sight of a specific model entering the atmosphere. “Sweeper! You’ve brought Sweepers! I could kiss you!”

“Before we do anything else, we Argentines must take care of something...personal. Our gods.” Helvex intoned grimly and Luster nodded before she turned towards him.

“Sure, sure. All those Aspects must be overwhelming them. I was working with Twilight Sparkle on a thesis of an overabundance of Aspects being collected by singular entities causing Disharmony before I...I guess it’s caught up with them?” Luster questioned and Helvex blinked in mild surprise. He knew Luster Dawn was a smart one, but that was on the nose.

“Yes, but…”

“Wait, are you telling me that they haven’t blessed any of you to take the weight from their shoulders?” Biachia asked incredulously. “Even Urta, with her might, divided her power with her sister happily to relieve the strain. How have your gods not imploded?”

“Imploded?!” Helvex perked at the unpleasant thought and some rare fear filled him.

“It’s just a theory! Just a theory...that gained a lot of traction shortly before the Fall.” Zelma intoned with urgency. “For all we know, it was anti-god propaganda, but considering how overwhelming just one Aspect was for me for a few thousand years, I can see it.”

“Fuck’s sake. Okay, yeah, they need to start sharing their powers with all of us.” Helvex grumbled and Luster shook her head.

“Not all of you, just the ones best suited to handle the strain. Remember that the Empire had plenty of unethical experiments done on capital offenders. Anyone not suited to an Aspect that was temporarily granted to them just...ceased.” Luster informed the Tartarus demon pony and he hissed as he rubbed his snout.

“Luster, please, shut up. Don’t make this any worse.”

“Sorry, but as the scientist in the room, bad news is my job.” Luster replied sadly.