Pirate Bebop

Ch.53

Jester writhed in her bed as she looked down at herself. The strange need was still unsatisfied despite how much she ate. She didn’t understand it, this felt like hunger yet not. She was horny most of the time and when she was covered in blood in the heat of battle, it just got worse. She wanted to be intimate with Ivara and Quedia, but for obvious reasons she couldn’t.

Jester silently huffed at her throbbing groin and wished for a means to satisfy this pulsing ache that coursed through her body. The mischievous warframe rubbed the mass between her legs as she tried desperately to solve her issue. Both her original genitals and this girthy rod of her flesh enjoyed the contact, but it wasn’t enough!

The door to her bunk opened and Quedia of all people entered. “Listen, you knave, I’ve had-oh my…” Quedia’s eyes widened at the sight of Jester’s exposed groin and she quickly, vainly, tried to cover herself, but her petite hands were no match, so Jester lifted a thigh to hide it. “Goodness. Are all men so blessedly endowed in this era?”

Jester shook a fist with a red anger mark appearing on her brow! She may have a phallus now, but she’s still a woman! The indignation left her unprepared for Quedia’s approach after she closed the sliding door and grinned like a cat that caught the canary.

“My, my, the petite pest isn’t so puny where it counts most. Perhaps, knave, you can compensate me for the slights you’ve made.” Quedia wrapped her hot hand around Jester’s girth and the Warframe went ramrod stiff. “If you possess sheepskin, I will gladly mount your phallus, but if not I shall torture you for my amusement.” The black lioness purred cruelly as she teased the crown of Jester’s alien penis.

Jester wiggled in dismay since she did not have a condom. Warframes don’t do casual sex. She frantically tried to consider an alternative and came up blank, before she snapped her fingers and retrieved a balloon from her cleavage after allowing her form to soften further. She may not have had sex beyond bribing men with handjobs before, but she knew to be prepared for high-volume ejaculation in some way and this balloon had a similar enchantment to condoms.

“Ah...how is it that you can squeeze-oh.” Quedia watched as the balloon’s tiny spout easily stretched over the huge alien phallus and the red elastic object soon adhered to Jester’s dick properly. “That is convenient. Now then.” Quedia climbed up into the niche with flexibility that was impressive and Jester wordlessly groaned as the lioness just took her inside~!

Unsure of exactly what to do, Jester gripped Quedia’s wide birthing hips and warily wriggled her own more petite hips as the lioness impaled herself repeatedly, groaning and mewling in pleasure. Her insides were so hot! It was nearly painful! However, the feeling of this ancient entity’s vagina squeezing and pulling her new tool was too much!

Thankfully, by some paranoid magitech engineer’s foresight, when Jester began gushing audible glorps of semen from her petite body into Quedia’s shielded womb, the space extended. Jester panted through her ejaculation along with Quedia as the lioness rubbed her bloating belly and spasmed in orgasm around Jester’s penis. Jester felt immense satisfaction, but the hunger did not fade. “Ahn...you have done me a great service, knave. I shall be going now.”

“More.” Jester growled, holding Quedia tightly to her hips.

“No. If you are a good pet, I will allow you to do this again.” Quedia grabbed Jester’s wrists and pulled her strong grip away with an ease that reminded Jester that this entity was a demigoddess. “Now, I shall dispose of this wonderful warmth you’ve filled me with.”

“Needy.” Jester pleaded as Quedia dismounted and rubbed her full womb with a lick of her lips.

“Maybe later.” Quedia winked, then waddled out of the cubicle and the door swooshed shut with a disappointing finality. Jester looked down at her rock hard penis, knowing she needed to make a baby with Quedia now. The trickster knew she needed that cat's baby. Or Ivara’s if she would stop tormenting her!

🎺

“Kasumi, do you think Jester might be acting like a Prime?” Ivara asked her wife as the frame thrust into the woman while the human was still wearing her. The urge to breed came about again and Kasumi figured that another Ivara causing trouble for the corpus was a good idea.

“Fuck if I care. She’s hot, cute, spunky, fucking fuck me ‘Vara~!” Kasumi shouted, but it wasn’t audible past her wife’s helm over her head as said living suit of armor walked through their Railjack; the Unseen Savior.

“I am. My balls are aching to pump a baby into you. You’ll get your cream.” Ivara said with a roll of her optics before she spotted some damage on the floor from normal wear that needed to be fixed. So she activated her omni and sprayed omni-gel on it with directives to restore the panel. She paused when she watched Quedia waddle with a preggo belly into the crossway between the crew and passenger quarters. “Well, well. Finally laid that stud, huh?”

“Oh, no, Bask and I have not consummated our informal arrangement yet. This is from that knave, Jester. Her girth is quite enjoyable.” Quedia commented before continuing towards the public bathroom, leaving Ivara standing stone still and even pausing in screwing Kasumi.

“Vara?” Kasumi whined and wiggled what she could within her wife.

“Kasumi, how do you feel about having some little Mirages too?” Ivara asked naughtily.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

🎺

Visilia groaned and then twitched before she began pushing herself up. The ground was like the softest grass she’d ever felt and the sight of the swaying gray alien plants moving with the breeze was as calming as it was unsettling. She looked around until she noticed the sun was between two arching mountains that looked...like...wings...

“Oh, shit.” Visilia took to the air, noticing her wives and husbands laying a bit away from where she’d woken up. Upon emerging from the almost lotus-like arrangement of twelve wings rising above the fluffy plateau, she looked down upon the island formed from Jane’s body a short distance from the shore of the oil ocean. “I’m surprised she’s not the size of a moon, honestly.”

All signs of Jane being an anthro dracowolf cybertronian was gone, the wings were more like stone mountains and upon landing by Brennie, found that there was soil under the actual gray grass. Jane has transformed into a fertile island easily the size of Kyushu. “Visi? Could you get the number of that epic babe who fucked me unconscious?” Brennie groaned contentedly as she rubbed her abs. “I want their babies~.”

“Sweetie, you don’t need her number, it was Jane.” Visilia snorted and helped Brennie to her paws. “She’s all around us now, turned into an island.”

“Not a moon? Disappointing.” Brennie joked and got another snort from Visi. “So...is she awake or something?” Brennie asked before sprouting her wings and joining Visi in going to collect the others they felt had been scattered around the massive island.

“Not sure.” Visi shrugged before they landed by Vinnie to find her sleeping soundly on a flower bed of sorts. “Aw, look at her~.” The Alicorn cooed at the precious sight of her wife.

“Wow, that's cute.” Rico commented when he, Kevin and Edward landed by them. “Well, have we all taken pictures?” They all nodded. “Okay, let’s wake her. She’s the easiest way to figure out where Jane is.” Rico bent down and gently shook Vinnie by the shoulder.

“Nn~. Not now. Enjoying the afterglow…” Vinnie muttered, but Rico hoisted her up. “Nyuh~ fine. Fine. I’m awake.” Vinnie grumbled and steadied on her paws before looking around. “Huh, neat. So where’s-oh my gosh.” Vinnie’s eyes flashed and suddenly they could sense Jane around them. “Jane! You sexy bitch! Up here!”

“Hello? I kinda blacked out after hours of cumming constantly. I feel so delightfully full, but I can’t move, let me…” The ‘earth’ rumbled beneath their paws/hooves before a car-sized gray sprout emerged and then blossomed, revealing Jane back to normal in the giant lotus. “Uh...so, what’s up? Whoa...I don’t feel full at all. Like I’m suddenly empty.”

“Perhaps you’ve done what was needed. Then again, look at what you’ve accomplished.” Edward gestured around with his arms. “This is all you or was you.”

“Oh...neat. Kay, I’mma pass out.” Jane splashed into a puddle on the lotus and they hurried to gather her up before she could seep into the dirt. A slime stuck in soil is not a happy slime.

🎺

The railjack floated slowly into the Tarkus system as the crew lazed in the cockpit. Bask had been piloting for the last half day as they creeped in. Jester still seemed antsy, but calmer. Even if she was following Quedia around with the lioness treating her as a servant. Ivara and Kasumi were giggling constantly as the two rubbed their abdomen while their husband KG-G2 rushed around doing checks on systems, muttering about keeping prying eyes off of them. They were flying into a pirate’s den, so it made sense.

“So, what’s got you so giggly?” Bask asked wryly, since he’d been roped into pilot duty when he was told it wasn’t much different from piloting a mobile suit. However, that was the long-defunct comparison between the Railjack’s advanced full-body pilot harness and the MTS of the Golden Age suits. It wasn’t that hard though, it was rather intuitive.

“Them being lewd adulterating letches as usual.” KG snarked while using a foot to interact with a panel. Bask had to wonder why a personal assistant droid was doing the job of an astromech droid, but KG could pilot the ship despite being the wrong model, so he was willing to chalk it up to the droid having extensive experience beyond his programming.

“Do you want to meld with the suit, KG?” Kasumi purred before Ivara used a foot to scratch the droid under the chin.

“No, you harlot! I want to get the ship in-there. We’ve been safely snagged by the Infinity’s net, specifically to be brought to an isolated hangar where Ani will meet us. Get out of that harness, Bask.” KG’s words were a relief and Bask got out of the fancy full-body harness promptly.

“So we're here and can actually rest?” Quedia commented while ignoring Jester as the Warframe tried to keep her attention with some strange prism.

“Yes, now stop being flirty, all of you. We have a debrief, then we do what we want until my wife and Jester need to go on another mission.” KG demanded as he jumped up on Ivara’s shoulder.

“Uh, KG? What exactly are we looking at?” Bask pointed out through a window, seeing an entire fleet along with giant space stations structured like gothic churches, cathedrals and monasteries gathered around a moon-sized Space Hulk swarming with smaller ships.

“Say hello to the Rebel Alliance, spearheaded by the Argentines. In orbit around Tarkus, which is currently being rapidly terraformed to benefit from it’s scrap resource so the forge-ships don’t have to rely on Devorak’s resources for our dimension’s liberation war.” Ivara announced with her hands proudly gesturing towards the amassed fleet.

“Those giant buildings look very much like the hideous works of Gywn. Gaudy and obsessed with his worship.” Quedia commented with her snout scrunched in disapproval. “One visit to Anor Londo was enough for my taste.”

“Don’t say that around an Argentine, Quedia.” Bask paled, wondering how his life has become so complicated. He was just a maintenance engineer, now he’s part of the rebellion!

🎺

“Whoa, it’s only been two weeks since Jane went all Icon of Wrath?” Rico asked as he along with the others looked down from the ship they called to pick them up. Huge swaths of Tarkus’s formerly scrap-coated surface had been stripped clear. The epicenters were where Jane had slaughtered megafauna and scared the natives away.

“The Sweepers can clear entire debris fields of destroyed planets and sections of asteroid belts or fields. Without having to worry about natives in the crossfire, they can clean up those areas of the planet faster than some people can comprehend.” Helvex said, since he was the one to get on this gunboat to pick up his lieges.

“She’ll be in for a shock when she wakes up then.” Edward said with a jostle of the large drum containing the slumbering slime wolfess.

“Yes, she will be.” Visilia nodded her head in agreement before she went back to looking down at the world. “So much possibility, I can feel the planet’s sterility coming to an end from the Isle of Fertility that Jane had transformed into influencing the whole world. Tarkus is alive now.”

“So that’s why I get the inkling so many creatures are fucking like mad.” Brennie muttered with an amused smirk. “I mean, I haven’t had the Sex Aspect for long, but damn, if Wiatr is always aware of all the lewd things going on, no wonder she’s endlessly horny.”

“Hearing that from you, I have a newfound respect for our lewd wife managing not to have sex constantly and actually take breaks from it.” Kevin commented and then he blinked. “Wait...how long have you been gestating those eggs, Visi?” This caused them to focus on the demoness.

“Hey, yeah. Don’t Raskvel eggs only have an initial incubation period of two weeks? That’s about how long we were in Jane. Are you about to start laying? Do we need to make an emergency landing?” Vinnie asked their alicorn wife and she blinked as she rubbed her abs.

“Um...I don’t think so? No, I’m fine. I feel that they’re ready to come out, but unless I want to, I don’t need to. Huh. Neat.” Visilia bit her lip and resisted letting some of her belly out. This was a small little gunboat, no need to risk anything. “Hey, that means Hildra has laid by now.”

“Oh, right. That also means we’ll be so much closer to finding out if Luster’s gene therapy will work on curing Raskvel genetic ADHD and learning disabilities.” Edward said, remembering conversations he’d had with the shortstacks and other locals about the species the Kobolds had evolved into in just several centuries alongside the goblins-turned-Gabliani.

“You can feel free to ask in a few minutes, we’re here.” Helvex announced and the Argentines just realized they were all naked and started getting dressed. Nudism is contagious in this universe, they swear!

🎺

I woke up and became aware of being in a drum, the kind usually used for dangerous fluids. I sloshed and swirled around to hopefully alert someone that I was awake, then I remembered I’m a goddess of Aspects suited to solving this issue more directly. “Hello? Notice the drum, open it, please.” I broadcast through the Force and shortly the stopper opened. “Thanks.” I emerged.

My savior was a pink-furred covcat who could have easily been mistaken for being from the Golden Age with her figure. She wore a crop top and jean-shorts with suspenders that made her huge hooters all the more obvious. “W-whoa, you must be Jane Silver, our new boss. I’m Tam-Tam, the head engineer of the Tarrasque and loyal friend of Captain Khorgan.”

“Oh, well, good to meet ya.” I sat on the drum after I finished extracting. I’m in my room on the Bebop, so I had to wonder how far I had pulled Tam-Tam away from whatever she was doing. “Sorry fer the compulsion to come get me out. I hope I didn’t interrupt ya too much.”

“Oh, no big Boss. I was just walking by. However, it’s normal for a pirate to ask for payment of some sort~.” Tam-Tam purred and quickly smished our equally huge tits together. “I want it paid forward, can I have sex with you, boss?” Whoa! I like this one!

“Sure~. C’mere.” I wrapped my legs around her thin waist and was about to kiss her when the door opened and Khorgan, in a badass leather jacket, pants and a crop top entered.

“Hey, hey, don’t hold up my engineer, babe. I need her to make sure my Green Goblin is ready for Argentine inspection.” Khorgan playfully chuckled and easily grabbed Tam-Tam, putting her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry and squeezing her glorious ass as the sexy kitty whined in disappointment. “You can play with the titty kitty later, babe. Now go back to sleep, you’ve gotta be wiped out after what you did.”

“Uh...I’m fine. Sure, I’m a bit tired, but I’m okay.” I don’t feel too bad, more like I’m a couple days of recovery after a major exertion.

“Well, you terraformed half a planet, you should sleep.” Khorgan told me before making off with the pouting pretty kitty as I wrapped my head around that.

Within two weeks, I slaughtered all or most of the megafauna threatening the planet, then fucked my six future waifus/husbandos until the body I’d obtained turned into a blessed holy island of sort instead of being knocked up with their children. Now, because of all that, I’ve essentially terraformed half of Tarkus through magic godly bullshit.

I think I should go back to sleep.

I had half of my body back in the drum by the time Rivala rushed into the room and promptly began kissing me and pulling me back out of the metal fluid container. “Mm, Riv-mm~!” I muffled and kissed back, letting her pull me to the bed and we began eagerly grinding our groins together as we scissored our eager gashes. “Fuck, Rivala. N-not even-nyuh~...” I orgasmed cutely by my own standards and suddenly felt way more tired. “Oh~...Rivala, I feel so tired.”

“Sorry, I needed to refuel. So many people are making casual wishes lately within earshot. Damn pirates. At least none of it was too irresponsible or mean.” Rivala climbed atop me and kissed me tenderly. “Sorry about that. Would you like to sleep in my storage?”

“...Yeah.” That would be nice...also, I never got to try out that double-dildo mechanical bull ride I saw in there~...

“Wait, actually, we need you to wake up sooner. C’mere.” Rivala kissed me...then she began gulping. I moaned into her mouth as she began drinking me into herself. I was being eaten by my lover~! I got a unique thrill that from what I understand only slimes experience as I was consumed. I filled my beloved’s membrane and then she solidified around me once I filled her out. I imagine she was easily twice her previous mass, meaning she must be 8-ish feet tall.

“Mrr~. I love ya, Rivala. How will this energize me sooner, though?” I asked from the back of her throat before she finished swallowing me entirely.

“Because slimes shaking while they’re not moving themselves invigorates us, silly. Now, I’ve gotta find clothes that fit over beach ball boobers you fat bitch~. You made me gain so much weight~.” Rivala joked and I swished around inside of her. “Tee-hee! Stop that! Go to sleep you sexy bitch.” Rivala groped her bust, me by extension.

Deciding to be a good girl, I let myself settle in, cradled on all sides by my lover’s firm goo. I can trust she won’t actually eat me. I also trust that I’ll end up getting woken up in a wonderful way.

I enjoyed the sensations of my slime moving without me doing it and was quickly cradled to sleep.

Mm.

Being a Belly Pet is still better...zzz...