Pirate Bebop

Ch.5

“Uh...this is...really…” Jim wasn’t sure how to say what he felt about this and he’s a changeling.

“It is a Relic, as such it can only be operated by either someone acknowledged by the Old Gods or descended from them.” Commander Arrow stated as they stood before a blocky yet sleek mobile suit. “This is a GAT-01 Strike Dagger. One of the Machine Goddess Nexus’s original mobiles deployed to purge Hell from our universe.”

“Um, this is really cool Commander Arrow, but, I don’t know how to pilot something like this.” Jim admitted, because there was no way in Tartarus-.

“You’ll learn, especially if you have the physical fortitude to handle the cockpit. One of the systems these ancient Relics have that we’ve been unable to reproduce is the sync-suit system.” Commander Arrow ruthlessly declared and Jim gulped nervously as he followed a technician up the docking gantry to enter the cockpit.

“Moment of truth bug-boy. It will only open for-.” The griffin guiding Jim was silenced by the chest of the mobile suit chirping and opening to reveal the dark interior. Jim was too nervous to gloat and climbed in.

“Occupant detected. Scanning...subject is a changeling. Please retain your base form, any disruption of the sync-suit could cause malfunctions. Can the subject withstand several dozen kilos of force?” Jim wasn’t sure what a kilo was, but changelings had hard shells.

“Uh, sure.” He wasn’t too sure what to do here-.

“Please step into the center.” Jim did so. “Activating Mobile Trace System.” Jim carefully placed his hooves so that they were even with his shoulders and kept his arms at his sides as the ring descended. It let his head through, but he almost buckled when the black material pressed down on his shoulders and began descending, wrapping him so tightly he could barely breathe!

He stayed still, letting it encompass him, but he couldn’t help a yelp when it wrapped his pelvis. Once it reached his hooves, the ring rapidly rose to the top and his vision snapped to a perspective of being bound in restraints while looking down at everyone that had been attending to the Strike Dagger.

“Um, hi? I’m in control now. What next?” Jim questioned and stayed still, since he was restrained and didn’t want to get in trouble for damaging things.

“Astounding. Well, we’ll get you set up with a maiden flight. It’s best you get accustomed to the controls in zero gravity first so you don’t risk the Legacy. Disengage the docking arms!” Commander Arrow ordered and Jim gulped as he braced himself for a crash course in being a mobile suit pilot.

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This suit is awesome! I always wanted to pilot one, but I think this Relic has any later design beat since it essentially moves the pilot’s awareness to the suit, creating a 1:1 movement environment. I think I get why the original pilots were all elite warriors rather than tech-heads.

Sure, I didn’t get to do more than walk behind the others at a very slow pace and remove debris so Spike or Luster could access stuff so far, but the fact I could move so carefully was amazing. “Now that you have access to some of the valuables stored here, it is time for the Vault. It requires both a mobile suit and someone with gene clearance simultaneously to be opened.” Our rat guide declared with a gesture at the religious-looking stone gate at the end of the hall.

I had my suit approach the vault door and it lit up with a clear display of impressive arcano-tech prowess that was long lost since the Fall. Two of the circular designs started moving and then deployed obvious handles. I grabbed them and twisted away from each other simultaneously. A resounding click followed by the rasp of stone preceded the handles sinking into the two halves of the gates and then sliding into the walls on either side.

Oo~! Ancient treasures are glimmering from wall to wall! Oh, if only the Bebop could take more than a small portion of this-wait! Luster Dawn’s cleavage storage means we can take more of this hoard of valuables with us! “Uh, is the Zaku’s eye supposed to turn into a credit symbol? ‘Cuz that’s cool!” Ed declared down below and I snickered that my suit’s eye can turn into a ₹.

“So...as neat as this all is, what’re we looking for?” Spike asked the guide while Luster gasped excitedly and ran into the packed storage space right for a specific item that looked like it was a laptop or something. I only knew what that was because of human-me’s memories.

“A Conduit-Class FTL device! With this installed, we could escape the system at speeds to rival or exceed a fully functional Mass Relay!” Luster Dawn gushed excitedly, hugging the device to her chest, which made it compress delightfully around the metal component.

“Neato! Uh...won’t the Bebop need a reactor half the size of the ship to power it, though?” Ed’s question made Luster gawk in horror at the asari.

“Oh...oh no. You’ve regressed this badly? You don’t even have basic Argent reactors?!” Luster squealed with a distressing amount of disturbia.

“Sweetie, that’s tech only the Govs and Corps have. No mere fishing trawler is going to have one of those.” Jet gently consoled the distraught and disgusted mare, only for her to look up at me imploringly.

“Uh...what?” Why do I feel oddly antsy?

“Silver. I know I’ve already altered you so much...but, would you be willing to undergo an evolution into being an Argent Slime?” Luster’s question filled me with dread along with an unexpected amount of arousal!

“T-turn into one of those dumb cows?! No! If I’m ever captured, they’d milk me forever instead of executing me!” It would be an existence of brainless bliss, but I think I’d rather die! Well...if I was subjected to that, I’d be so blitzed out of my mind I wouldn’t care…

“Please! If we don’t rig up a basic Argent Reactor from the parts available here, we won’t be able to power this Conduit and escape from our pursuers!” Luster begged me and I cringed at those beautiful eyes filled with desperation.

“W-well...Argent is Silver…” I grumbled unhappily. If it means escaping death, being a living embodiment of energy and sensuality beyond what Slimes are usually known for is a fair enough trade-off. Besides, I’m already a sexy bitch at base, might as well go whole ham.

“I thought Argent was either turquoise or red.” Ed said and got a pat on the head from Faye.

“Argent is actually a shade of silver, hun. The energized plasma that you’re thinking of is just called Argent.” Faye explained as Spike and Jet started grabbing pieces that Luster pointed out.

“Alright, so how do we get me started, then?” I grumbled in resignation while watching my friends load a hovering truck-like utility vehicle that the guide had provided. Jet was definitely going to add that to the hangar for shore leave and shopping trips.

“Since you’ve done what you needed to, dock your suit in the Bebop. I’ll join you after I finish grabbing the most useful pieces from this vault and direct the others. Just relax, the process can be volatile if the slime is agitated.” Luster called up to me and I sighed before I returned to the Bebop at the submarine dock, easily using a quick jet boost to jump aboard.

Docking my new mobile suit was easy, figuring out how to get out of it was harder since I was so thoroughly synchronized to it. The exit procedure was as simple as saying ‘Suit Docked’ and the system VI confirming it. I jumped down to the floor, letting my slime body disperse the impact without doing more than ripple my bodysuit.

“Hey, you okay?” I jumped, then relaxed when Rivala appeared in front of me after ceasing to be my choker/collar. I honestly forgot where she went and that Flint had become so much more thanks to Luster. I can’t be mad at that mare, she’s already improved my life so quickly, but I’m changing so much in such a short time and half of my existence wasn’t even a slime before!

“Not really, but I will be. Turning into a bit of a bimbo or bimbro isn’t such a bad thing if it’s a choice between turning into a sex-addicted energy goo cow or certain death.” I said to my oldest, closest friend and then touched my throat. My Jamaican-Irish accent is weakening, more of my other half’s accentless English replacing it. “Rivala...can I trust ya to keep secrets?”

“John, I know more about you than anyone. I won’t share anything if you don’t want me to.” Rivala hugged her bust to my nose with her face full of concern.

“Well, what if I told you I...died, then some random schmuck was crammed into my body at some point before my death?” I asked her in the hope that she would take this seriously.

“...J-John? N-no...no...y-you mean you’re not John?” Rivala asked with loss in her voice as she backed away into the air and I felt my own heart ache.

“I-I am! Or...I think I am. I remember most everything, but it’s all fuzzy. It’s hard to focus on it, lass.” I admitted sadly before I headed towards the living quarters. “Half of me is good old John Silver, the other half is some random human named John Sullivan. Memories of both come and go and I...I don’t know. I’m honestly terrified, but my existential crisis can wait until we’re safe.”

“Oh, Johnny...you should’ve said something sooner! You’re a Displaced!” A what-now? “You’re someone who has been plucked from the thread of the multiverse and sewn in somewhere else. You might still be John Silver if you remember his life, but you might also have replaced him if you remember his death. H-how did you die?”

“I was in a mobile, not nearly as sophisticated as the one I’ve got now. There was a missile headed for the Bebop, everyone was ready to jump, but I was still outside. Only one could live. I chose them.” I rubbed my snout and then looked at my silvery slime hand. “That’s just it. I don’t remember anything that’s going on now. I think there’s a split in the timeline or something.”

“What matches up?” Rivala probed and I sighed before we entered my room.

“You’re asking me to dig through sand for a few grains. I think...the last port. This wasn’t the job Jet took. I can’t remember what it was, but it wasn’t this specific job. I do remember the suspicious package, but then things get even more odd. It hurts to think about.” It’s like...how many times has this happened? I feel so much deja vu. This specific scenario never came about, but it’s like I’m retreading old steps that I’d forgotten.

“Whoa...we...might be in a time loop.” I gawked at the little red slime fairy in shock and she nodded. “One of the Chaos Trinity, Eris, governed Chaotic Time. Creating a contained time loop to attempt to fix a crucial scenario is her cup of tea. However, before the Fall, she would’ve sent the Time Squad to deal with it. Maybe she’s meddled however she can from Paradise.”

“Wait, Paradise is real? It isn’t just a euphemism for the afterlife?” I asked in surprise as I sat at my desk, feeling a bit too stressed out and wanting to rest.

“Uh, yeah? It’s not the afterlife, it’s a pocket dimension created by the Chaos Trinity. I have no clue where it’s accessed after all this time, though. Anyway, speaking of Time, Eris is likely restricted, but she and her siblings have Displaced people before. Maybe, this time, you are the variable. I don’t think old John would’ve been so polite, so eager to accept change.” Rivala said.

“...So the human half from a normal life is the deviant compared to the lecherous boozehound space pirate?” I asked my oldest, dearest friend with amusement.

“Pretty much. Humans can be real freaks, even if they’re hypocrites about it.” Rivala giggled and I joined her laughter with bellowing guffaws. “Heh~...so, you’re still my John, even if you’re more. That’s good.” Rivala flew back down to my face and smooched my lips, much to my surprise. “I care about you. It broke my heart to even think you were gone.”

“Thanks, Flint.” I inwardly winced at calling her by the name I gave her before, but she seemed happy about it rather than annoyed. “So...I’m gonna turn into a fucking goo-cow. Any tips?”

“Well, considering my nature, I could turn you into an Argent Slime without Luster having to do anything; you just have to wish for it. I can grant it easily because, trust me, Argent Slimes are freaks in bed. Only changelings can compare. However, I’d make sure you keep your metallic silver color, because I like your liquid metal goo more than glowing turquoise or red.” Rivala declared and I felt a bit flustered at her liking my natural hue. That’s a big thing for us slimes.

“Well...better now than later. I wish I was an Argent Slime.” I stated and Rivala flew to my face to smooch me again. This time, heat flowed through my body, making me groan and then my surface began to steam as if I was incredibly hot, yet I was not. My whole mass felt like I had a vibrating sex toy sheathed around my cock! I panted and moaned as my body shifted, reverting to my womanly shape, which was all curves and much shorter with the lack of mass to maintain height. “Oh~, Rivala~. I feel so hot~!” My sexy womanly voice moaned whorishly.

“You are, Silver. Just don’t let your brain sink into the pleasure.” Rivala said as I undid the seam of my bodysuit to pool on the floor with a groan of relief. Spreading out was always relaxing, but now it was like I was getting a massage to every bit of surface I was touching the floor with. Mm~ I’m gonna nap. I feel incredible and it’s time I just relaxed…

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“Alright, you did good for a total virgin. We’re heading back.” The flight leader appraised as Jim maintained course behind him. The flight leader and the other members of the wing flew the standard UGY-R41 ‘Man Rodi’ mobile suits. Unlike the multi-purpose Strike Dagger, the Man Rodi was a bulky, heavily armored specialist unit meant entirely for space combat.

Also unlike the Strike Dagger, they have a more rudimentary reactor system, meaning this flight was relatively short. Meanwhile, Jim’s Strike Dagger didn’t notice even a 1% decrease in available energy. Jim had to ponder just how far society has degraded since the Fall if something as energy efficient and self-sustaining as the Strike Dagger is an invaluable treasure. He also had to ponder what the gods are thinking, giving him access to this machine.

He landed in the hangar easily and then walked the Strike Dagger to its berth. Then Jim got to enjoy the embarrassment of saying various commands for him to exit until ‘Suit Docked’ allowed him to exit with the black rubbery nanomachines releasing him and returning to the machine. “Good work following directions out there. You’re dismissed.” Commander Arrow said to him after he’d reported to the officer and Jim was suddenly at a loss.

What did he do with himself now that he suddenly had free time? Jim was always so busy every day since he started his maintenance job that he didn’t know what was considered leisure aboard the Legacy. It wasn’t like he was short of options either.

Jim nervously followed the soldiers heading towards the canteen and awkwardly took a seat away from the crowds. As a changeling, physical food was a luxury, but these were rations and he’d rather just ambiently feed off of the cocktail of emotions. However, he felt worried when a notable spike of lust came to his taste and he watched a turian woman practically stalk up to where he was and sit across from him with her platter making a rather final-sounding clack.

“Hey~, where have you been?” She purred and Jim gulped. He knew this was bound to happen. Him being a changeling, considered a species best known for providing pleasure, he knew he was going to be solicited at some point.

“C-cleaning the ship. I used to be on the maintenance staff, but now I’m part of the mobile suit corps because I have aptitude for it.” Jim answered, not wanting to let this clearly hungry woman to latch on to the fact he was in fact a Divine Descendent.

“Oo~. Moving up in the universe, huh? I’m Caetana, part of the engineer corps. Which of those beautiful works of art is yours?” Caetana asked with clear interest before she sucked rather lewdly from the tube of protein past and Jim swallowed again.

“U-uh...I don’t know if I’m allowed to talk about it.” Jim weakly deflected and her facial plates flared with excitement.

“Oo~! The Strike Dagger, huh? What was it like?” Caetana questioned with arousal and joy joining the lust and Jim was feeling a bit dizzy from the heady cocktail of pleasurable emotions.

“I-it was like I went from being normal to being a giant. It was like I wasn’t even wearing anything or operating something. I was the suit.” Jim said and the turian even put a hand to her chest, which while lacking the mammaries most space-faring species possessed, had its own allure with how solid yet smooth it was in her orange jumpsuit.

“Wow. I can only dream of an experience like that. What’s your name? I forgot to ask after giving mine.” Caetana said before she began scarfing down her meal.

“J-Jim Hawkins.” Jim had a feeling he knew where this was going and, despite his trepidation, he was looking forward to it. It wouldn’t be his first time, but it has been a while...

“Well, Jim, you know that I know that we know where this is going. Follow~.” Caetana purred and stood up with her tray. Jim obeyed and followed the stalking metal-carapaced predator to the disposal chute next to the exit and then through the ship to an unassuming little bunkroom that was only slightly better than his little closet. “On the bed, Joytoy.”

“Y-yes ma’am.” While demeaning, it also highly aroused him that she was going to roleplay with him as her hired whore. He got on the bed and undid the seam of his jumpsuit, peeling it open down the front, but leaving himself clothed with it stopping just above his groin. He leaned back with his legs spread just-so and let his innate sensuality loose. “How do you want me?” He crooned with his voice reaching a few octaves deeper than usual and the turian shivered.

“H-holy fuck that’s hot. I thought you were a total virgin back in the canteen.” Caetana said with clear fluster and Jim sheepishly smiled. “Ah, there’s some of that cute, inexperienced young man. Keep it that way for now. Ahem, now then, I want you to do something for me.”

“Y-yes ma’am?” If she wanted him to act nervous and boyish, he can do that. It was his default state after all. His eyes widened slightly when she stood on the bed and undid the groin of her jumpsuit. He had to fight against lunging for her exposed sex, his body singing with desire and the emotions he was feasting on making it hard not to give in to his nature as an emotivore.

“Use that long tongue to eat me out.” She put his hands to her hips and rocked them forward, which was all he could stand before he dove in! “Ahn~! H-holy shit! S-slow-whoa~!” Caetana squealed as she felt her knees go out, falling forward and practically crushing jim’s head with her ass and thighs, but he just kept plunging his tongue into her! “F-fuck, fuck, fuck~! Gloria wasn’t k-kidding~! You changelings are gods in the sack!”

Jim didn’t care about the praise, he just wanted to keep feasting on her pleasure and enjoy the metallic tangy juice of her quim. He kept going even when she screamed in orgasm and through another two before she fell back against him and he released her weeping vag from his oral pleasures. “You tasted delicious. Have any more in you?” Jim asked with a squeeze of her thighs and Caetana shuddered with gasping breaths.

“N-no more~...I think I saw Paradise a couple of times. Can we do this again sometime, though?” Caetana asked hopefully and Jim was surprised at the sliver of love he could taste.

“Sure thing, but...well, as satisfying as being fed this way is, I’m a bit…” Jim wiggled his hips and Caetana reached next to her head to stroke the throbbing purple equine penis. “Mm, yeah.”

“Sorry for being so selfish. I’m too tired to fuck, mind if I use my mouth?” Caetana asked meekly.

“Heh, it’s only fair.” Jim chuckled and then rubbed her hips when she turned over.