Pirate Bebop

Ch.52

A white and red insectoid frigate-class ship entered Tarkus’ orbit from FTL. It slowly drifted from surviving what seemed to be a violent jump and was promptly snagged by the Infinity’s tractor beam net, then pulled into a quarantined hangar in case of unknown pathogens. First Contact SOP was to detain, assess, assist or annihilate in that order.

Atano watched the holo feed as droids, which she was still leery of using more freely, approached the ship and carefully probed it for an opening that wasn’t festering clotted damage. Seeing an organic ship was quite novel, considering Luster’s projections on how costly it would be to grow a fleet of living ships at this time made the prospect unlikely.

Eventually, after finding that the ‘mouth’ between the ‘mandibles’ of the craft was the access ramp, the droids carefully prodded the sensory organ that acted as an access panel until it opened. One entered with no weapons and soon rushed out blaring a medical emergency code, causing the awaiting paramedic droids to rush inside. Atano bit her lip in concern as a train of alien corpses were ferried out and laid out on the floor, but one of them was hurried towards the security hatch declaring emergency medical treatment was needed.

Atano had already ordered a nearby room to this hangar be prepped for such an event and sent the clearance, watching through the feed as the insectoid alien was brought to the medical room, which had an Argentine-provided medical droid on standby. It promptly assessed the alien’s condition and began providing treatment while sending a quick report to her omni.

“This is a Rachni?” Atano asked curiously, wondering what the humanoid creature had in relation to the species of hive-minded giant bugs she’d read about during her self-learning. Thankfully, relevant files from the Argentine secure fleet extranet were sent to her shortly. So at some point, the Rachni was hybridized with the near-synthetic Collector species that resulted from Reaper modification of the Protheans back before the Empire even existed.

Atano balked at the size that the size-control collar reported when scanned. This woman was about fifteen meters tall. Aside from dragons, no known species, at least in her time, was known to have possibly achieved such a state. Thank goodness it hadn’t broken or she would’ve been crushed inside of her ship and joined the rest of her crew in death.

Further reading provided that the Rachni had sprung back from extinction with help from the Empire and obtained a more humanoid form after hybridizing with the nearly crippled Collectors that had been rescued from an AI named Harbinger. This gave immense advantages to the Rachni species and further aided the Collectors in their recovery. The last reports on the Rachni Collective was that they seceded from the Empire before the Fall and became isolationist.

“What did you find?” Ani asked when he entered the ops center.

“The sole survivor is a Rachni Queen, the rest of the crew have all died from various causes, chief among them is starvation. The medical droid is intravenously providing her nutrients and stabilizing her now.” Atano told her SIC and hummed as she pointed out a specific tidbit of the species bio. “This can’t be a coincidence. Luster Dawn needs a means of projecting her psionic commands further and the Rachni are tailor-suited to this form of psionics.”

“So we’ll chalk it up to the Chaos Trinity as per protocol?” Ani questioned and Atano sighed.

“We can’t do that anymore, we’ll ask Eris, but otherwise assume yes.” The gods are both blunt and mysterious in frustrating ways, even in this dreadful era. At least this will provide Luster Dawn a living specimen to help her figure out her plans for intergalactic domination.

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Jim was with Arrow in the main hangar bay while a shuttle arrived carrying some prodigy from Elysium. She was known for stopping rebel fronts by herself at times, able to use massively destructive spells to quell them. The UnSC sent her to the Legacy to help with the Corpus they were dealing with. Lieutenant Tanya was also probably a lap dog sent to watch them what with her reputation as a line-toeing hardass.

The shuttle opened and descending the ramp was a little blond human girl with big blue eyes and pale skin in a UnSC uniform with the markings of a Lieutenant. This was the person who put down the actual uprisings of Skulster and Hoth. Jim could feel War coursing through her essence. She was certainly as gifted at it as he’d heard.

“Commander Arrow, Lieutenant Tanya Degurechaff, reporting for duty!” The little girl stated with a salute and Jim instantly wanted to put her at the helm of the Infinity, she would destroy the Corpus come Hell or Warp Storms.

“Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Degurechaff. I have stepped away to welcome you in lieu of the General, since she cannot leave the bridge. However, I am needed elsewhere. Ensign Hawkins will see to it that you’re settled in before we have you properly report for duty.” Commander Arrow then nodded at Jim and left him to handle welcoming the little hellion.

“Ah, so you’re the Relic user I’ve heard about. You’re certainly a specimen.” The lieutenant said while looking at him like many of the women on the Legacy. However, it felt fake.

“You don’t really mean that. Don’t try to play at being someone you aren’t for my sake.” Jim said as he turned and gestured for her to follow. “If you really thought that, you wouldn’t have bothered looking above my waist.” Jim sighed in resignation. “You prefer the ladies I feel.”

“A bit of both, but I prefer women. I wouldn’t say no to a round with you if I was in the mood, but I’d go for our General if she was near in such a situation.” Lieutenant Degurechaff said, looking off to the side with a blush. “That said, I’ve had a long shuttle ride and I’m in need of a workout and stretch.”

“I see. Well, the gym should be our first visit then.” Jim said as he picked up the pace. “However, understand that I don’t approve of penetrative intercourse with a minor.”

“I’m 18.” Lieutenant Degurechaff wilted/pouted/glared up at him and Jim winced.

“Uh...ow. I...oof. I would apologize, but that’s not fair to either of us. Honest mistake. I don’t really have the ability to understand either since as a changeling, a different form has always been a moment away.” Jim replied with empathy despite his lack of comprehension.

“Happens all the time. My magical potential has stunted my growth. I won’t look 18 until I'm 142.” Lieutenant Degurechaff growled.

“Oh, right, some of the gene manipulation of humanity has caused a rather big variation in outcomes. You must be from a heritage of naturally small persons.” Jim replied as they got in the elevator and he pressed the button for the training floor.

“I can’t confirm that. I’m an orphan, but I have faith that the UnSC doctors I use aren’t wrong.”

“I’m in agreement there. I’ve selected the training floor.” Jim informed his superior and she nodded in approval.

“Good, but I am a little hot under the collar.” The deceptively younger-looking young woman declared sternly and Jim sighed before a flash of purple fire swept over him and she was standing evenly with the tiny terror. “Hey, don’t taunt me! Be you, but a woman if you’re not gonna give me a dicking.”

“O-okay…” Jim nervously replied before she transformed again and Tanya salivated with hearts in her eyes as Jamie nervously combed her purple mane and tried not to think about the heaving basketballs on her pecs. “Now, I may be a changeling, but I’m not just some quick fuck. I expect you to respect me.”

“I will, I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. I’ve had that all the time through boot.” Lieutenant Degurechaff said before magically flying up to eye level with Jamie’s towering 8 foot height. “Now, let's have some fun before I get to work on the Corpus.”

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Quedia morosely lapped up the bowl of tasty yet unsatisfying gruel that this ‘Railjack’ ship served from the small galley. She gave a grimace at the texture, but it was too good to not eat. It was especially awkward with the mute woman named Jester dancing around everywhere. The incorrigible thing was a horrid tease, getting handsy with anyone and everyone, but especially with Kasumi and Quedia herself.

“Why does that Warframe seem so...flirty?” Bask asked at last, audibly tired of the inappropriate shenanigans. Quedia already violently protested being touched, but that wasn’t enough to stop the minx and she’d given up trying to set her on fire.

“Oh, she took up the power of other frames to escape where she was being held by the UnSC. This has led to some hormonal changes, including her being a hermaphrodite.” Ivara explained as Jester nodded with a pat of it’s groin.

“So they are a charlatan and a knave with no manners by nature.” Quedia chuffed dismissively.

“She is the trickster Warframe: Mirage. On top of this, she has the spy Loki in her systems, the assassin Ash, the blood berserker Garuda, the healer Trinity and the plague Saryn. All of those old frames have had a heavy influence upon Jester. You can’t expect a unit meant for just one set of paradigms to go back to normal after diffusion.” Ivara defended her fellow firmly.

“You talk as if it’s a Golem?” Quedia asked in bemusement.

“Because that is what Jester and I are. I am a Prime due to being made from a person, while my compatriot here is based off of another Prime.” Ivara explained while her helm retracted from around Kasumi’s head to let her eat. It was so queer how those two existed in a symbiotic relationship.

“Yeah, also you can wear them and have so many things done to you~.” Kasumi, the strange creature called a human, said with a naughty wag of her eyebrows.

“I se-aah!” Quedia yelped as her seat was replaced by Jester on her hands and knees acting as a bench and wiggling her cute butt. Quedia flushed when she realized she thought of the crude Warframe as ‘cute’. “Ivara, if you do not remove this nuisance from beneath my rear, I will not be held responsible for any damages I commit to your vessel!”

“I honestly can’t. Warframes have this selective anti-friendly-fire trait that prevents us from taking hostile action against one another outside of a dueling arena or Conclave arena. I cannot comprehend what possessed Urta to have this magic woven into our very beings, but it’s the truth.” Ivara replied and Quedia growled before she drank her bowl and got up to escape.

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“I feel that one of my Warframes really wants to reproduce.” Urta muttered as she ate her sandwich. Life was rather calm without Divine Aspects imposing actions upon her being. Sure, she had much less sex, didn’t get as much enjoyment out of martial tradition or strategy and she was no more powerful than any hyper-pregnant slime now.

“How can you feel that?” Penny asked while using her tail to keep Wiatr from getting too handsy.

“Because the Warframes were my personal project and I’m intrinsically tied to them, even though I’m no longer the Goddess of War.” Urta took a sip of soda and ignored Wiatr’s needy mewls for more sex. Gosh, not being an insatiable breeding bitch has put in perspective just how sexually preoccupied her wife was. The poor slime skaven should get therapy.

“Is it getting frustrated? Also, how does a Warframe reproduce? We never had them do that; you just made them in your womb.” Wiatr said before Penny moaned into her mouthful of sandwich. “Yeah, you like that don’t ya~?” Wiatr purred until Urta formed the end of her tail into a fist and punched her naughty wife away from her sister while still eating.

“Thanksh shish.” Penny muffled through her food before she swallowed. “Yikes, not being constantly horny really is an eye-opener. We should find a way to tone that down.”

“Definitely. Want to go check in on your wives and see how they’re doing with that Twilight Mirror project?” That may be a way to get people out of Paradise, but since it turned Ashley into a permanent shadow-entity, she and the mirror are being examined thoroughly for safety.

“Yeah, but you didn’t answer that question?” Waitr mewled as she leaned against the table.

“This Warframe must've done something to evolve from what I birthed out. Primes can reproduce easily, frames after that can’t as a form of population control. This frame was not made a prime, but is now acting as one. Now, are you going to be a good girl or do I need to have you banished to Horny Jail?” Urta threatened and Wiatr perked nervously.

“We’ll be good!” Wiatr was just happy her wife was awake, but this mellow and not-horny state made her worried. She hoped her wife and her sis-in-law got their Aspects back.

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Well, I don’t know how long I’ve been out of it by now, but now I’m sitting on top of a mountain of metal serpent corpses. Also, the oil ocean is fire-retardant. When ignited, it has this odd chemical reaction that pulls accelerants away from the intense heat and smothers the fire within minutes. This ocean is easily the best non-fuel oil in the Three Galaxies!

Anyway… “So~...I think that’s it fer the megafauna. I’ve saved Tarkus from its native hostile alpha predators. Yay. Now, I don’t know about the six of ya, but I’m oddly horny as Hell. Please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is…” I whined as I leaned back on my self-made throne of heavy metal death. Heh, more like heavy death metal. I could go for some, actually.

“Sorry, it’s affecting us, too~.” Visilia whimpered needily and I felt her, Brennie and Vinnie were beginning to fall to such temptation as well. The boys have distanced themselves as much as possible, but they were feeling it, too. “D-Damnit, why can’t I keep this under control~?”

“How is it affecting ya?” I teased as I began using two hands to knead my breasts, two to tug on my milky nipples which caused plants/moss to flourish wherever the divine fluid fell, while my lowest two hands went to my streaming quim to begin fingering my cavernous cunt.

“I’m the Goddess of Fertility and Life now, the feeling has become far more potent. Brennie still has the Sex Aspect and all three of them are...well, you can take a guess~.” Visi panted for breath while running her hands all over herself.

“I need something in my cunt.” I groaned before a disembodied hybrid cock with an equine flare, draconic ribbing and canine knot that had all the colors of the souls in me appeared. “Holy fuck, thank ya stupid overpowered godly powers. C’mere.” I grabbed it and began licking it to apply some lube since I couldn’t cheat with my usual slime body right now. I may be gushing lube like a waterfall, but I’m not used to being solid and I don’t want to take chances.

“O-oh fuck, I feel it!” Brennie moaned and everyone else in my soul crooned in acknowledgement of them all sharing the sensation. “Oh~! Everybody, we’re gonna knock Jane up together!” I moaned and began sucking on the giant throbbing dildo, savoring the delicious pre. Just thinking of my future wives and husbands impregnating me made all my nerves sing.

“Everyone, this wasn’t how I was planning to get some time with Jane, but this is very stimulating.” Edward panted when I began deepthroating the dick and kneading the glorious gonads churning against my chin as I felt pleasure from doing so! How is my body doing this automatically~? I have to focus to experience this in my usual slime form when it’s anywhere besides my groin.

“Mm~.” I moaned and began gulping and sucking harder while I practically fisted my vagina. I know what I have to do, but I want to enjoy this longer~! My six lovers all howled/neighed in orgasm and the thick dick in my throat began pulsing, gushing lakes worth of semen down my gullet for my body to process. My Navel Pearl shined blindingly with each swallow. Eventually they stopped, but the sun traveled a good distance before then. “Nnng~...” Fucking, epic.

I’d frigged myself to orgasm numerous times along with the pleasure of being pumped full through my throat. I’ve drenched this mountain with milk and feminine lube so much that the mystical fluids have somehow caused it to be trailing alien plants and moss down the whole slope facing the ocean. I even see some sort of fish in the oil gathering at the shore.

“Fuck~...that was the most intense and long-lasting orgasm I’ve ever had.” Rico panted and he along with the others groaned as I pulled their gestalt dick from my face with an echoing pop.

“Now, yew’ll all get to breed me~.” I panted and moved their penis towards my groin.