Pirate Bebop

Ch.55

“Bow before me, puny mortals! Fer I am Silva! The hottest hound in all the universe!” I imperiously demanded of everyone at the breakfast table, pulling a ‘Boa Hancock’ bending so far back to look down at them I was looking the other way. Considering I had three snouts right now and have three arms on each side to enhance it and the twelve wings to keep me upright with ease, I believe I have achieved ultimate Pirate Queen status!

“I’m~! Gonna put my hooves up high~!” Luster suddenly sang and I looked at her in confusion. “Sorry, DJ Silva Hound and The Living Tombstone were really big in my time.”

“...Oh! Silva, the hottest Hound. Heh, I like it, but naw, I’m still just Jane Silver.” I morphed back to my normal. It’s so weird having multiple base forms. I feel more powerful in my ‘goddess mode’ too, not just because of all the extra limbs. The fact it has traits from my six future betrotheds and my ancestor Cocoa also makes it feel special to me.

Speaking of which, here comes Brennie wearing alluring tribal attire like what Krystal wore when she first met Fox McCloud with a retinue of rask boys following her like she was their goddess, which I found amusing. The silvery rings I had put all over her made her look like some dracowolf alt-universe version of Krystal in fact. “Well, I come in like I’m some tribal goddess and you’re all dolled-up like a pirate from Shantae: Half-Genie Hero.”

I was, in fact, wearing pocketed tight tan shorts with brown pleather boots, a red half-T with a skull and crossbones over my left boob and a matching bandana. I had been feeling rather silly after getting over the grumpiness of my new extra form and paid the clothing fabricator a visit. “I am not familiar with that series, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” I smirked and cocked a hip.

“One of the main characters is a scantily clad busty zombie named Rotty Tops.” Vinnie chimed in and I snorted.

“I love this series already, show me it later.” I then looked over at the new additions as Brennie sat down with her obvious servants doting on her. “So, who is the new dragon, the lioness, as well as these two...androids?” I asked in bemusement. I have no clue exactly how much time passed after that ritual went SNAFU. I’m sure all sorts of things have happened.

“I’m Ivara Prime, worn by Kasumi Goto, the droid on our shoulder is our husband: KG-G2. The dragon is a gentledrake named Bask and the lioness is the last surviving Ancient Goddess from Equus’ first Age of Fire: Quedia, daughter of Izalith. Or rather, daughter of Luster Dawn now.” I snapped my head between the black lioness and Luster so hard my head splashed off of my neck to the floor and I had to regrow it while the discarded slime flowed back to my paws.

“Soul-daughter. If you bothered delving a bit, you’d see. I knew it the moment we neared.” Luster declared as she hovered behind the lioness and nuzzled her scalp. I hesitantly extended my odd senses into their beings and witnessed that they shared the Fire of Life in their souls. This lioness is indeed kin to my mate and I smiled that we may already have adopted her.

Ed and Aurora are everyone’s kids, not just mine. It’ll feel good to call someone my daughter. “Welcome to the family, girl. I’m gonna marry yer mum, so I hope that isn’t awkward or anything.” My gosh, this era must be so alien to her. She’s from when Equus’s creation myth began and we’re far, far away from Equus.

“I will...adjust. I must adapt to this new reality, I do not have the right to attempt to force it to my archaic sensibilities.” Quedia said as she casually pushed the other alien android away by the face as the red, pink and blue android tried to grope her.

“That’s very mature and intelligent of you.” Edward, the hulking cybertronian white wolf and not the pre-teen asari, said before he waved his hand and the air around the young Edward and Aurora shimmered as they ate. “Now then, speaking of maturity, Brennie, did you seriously just have sex for two straight days and turn the orgy participants into your servants?”

“Yep.” Brennie popped the P cheekily while two rask boys fanned her with fake palm leaves they got from somewhere and a third stood on a stool to fork-feed her breakfast. “I’m going to let myself go on a Wiatr-style power trip for a bit. I was always, quietly, envious of her sensual dominance and how she could turn any affair into a pleasurable scenario.”

“I thought that annoyed you.” Visilia commented from where she was, quite obviously, enjoying the sight of her wife being so sexually empowered that just sitting there, she exuded sensuality to everyone who wasn’t a child. Ed and Aurora probably just thought she looked pretty.

“For a time, I was afraid of her uncontrollable capability, but then I started to admire the endearing qualities of her powerful allure. Like how she could take my anger and shove it so hard into her-uh, yeah.” Brennie panted and waved for the fan boys to fan harder as fuck-me pheromones practically billowed off of my future waifu. “I miss her…” This caused the wedded Argentines to join her in becoming melancholic.

“Woof, I’m seriously concerned fer my mental stability if I ever get to meet her. Urta and Penny were whelming enough.” I said as I sat next to Vinnie, since she was the only one with a seat free for me. Just being close to her felt right, so I’m going to try to stick closer to Vinnie.

“Did you just use whelm properly without going over or under?” Rico asked in bafflement while Jet, some handsome scarred wolf that looked kinda like Brennie, along with Atano chatted quietly with Ivara Prime and their company. They didn’t want to broadcast it, so I wasn’t going to pry. I respect the privacy of others when it’s not crucial.

“Yeh, I was just whelmed?” I shrugged and reached into my cleavage for my fruity flask with a lick of my lips. Jimbo, your cum is just too good.

“My gosh, somebody call Young Justice Robin. Jane would be the perfect best friend for him.” Kevin laughed and caused the rest of his family to laugh.

“What the absolute fuck are ya on about?” I huffed before I began chugging the fruity goodness. I wish it still pleased Jimbo like he told me it first did. Hm, maybe if I extend my tongue into-.

“Wait, you were Displaced, right? How do you not know about Young Justice? Shantae is a bit of a niche thing, but this is DC we’re talking about.” Brennie demanded imperiously as if I said something offensive.

“Oh, that’s why, I’m a Marvel fangirl.” I was promptly treated to a group of horrified expressions and dramatic gasps. “What? DC is okay, but Marvel has a more fleshed-out universe and-.”

“Permission to educate!” Vinnie urgently shouted as she wrapped my head into a hug against her boobs!

“Granted! Save her misguided soul!” Rico shouted and I was suddenly not in the Bebop’s galley, instead sitting in a cluttered room with an entertainment center.

“Uh...Vinnie? Anyone?” I looked around and then the holo lit up with Vinnie wearing a Jigsaw style mask. “Seriously, Saw? C’mon, what’s goin’ on, luv?”

“Sit down.” Vinnie’s voice demanded with crappy voice alteration. “You will now pay witness to the glory of DC. Marvel is fine, but to dismiss DC is a crime.”

“All DC has fer frontliners in popularity are Superman and Batman and their names aren’t even properly hyphenated like Spider-Man or spaced like Iron Man.” I deadpanned bluntly.

“HERESY MOST FOUL!” Ugh...I love her, really, but this is so silly…

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Heya handsome~.” Swerta purred when she approached Edward from behind and hugged him. “Where’s Jane? I thought she was here.” The liquid black wolfess asked as her pink ‘clothes’ visibly lifted her bust enticingly when she backed away slightly.

“She was, but Vinnie nabbed her to educate her.” The white wolf answered with a snort as the godkin slime rounded him and straddled his lap. “Really? Are you sure you’re good for another round? Last time you fell asleep for days.” Edward asked as he petted her head. He was thankful they were in his quarters so there was some privacy. With Marcus here, he and the others didn’t have much micromanaging to do.

“Mm~, best night ever. Well, the best night ever so far. I’m kinda miffed that your wife ensured we weren’t pregnant, though.” Swerta pouted up at the much larger lupine. “Something about us being in it for the sex, not for the people involved. I’ll be honest, that may be true. I’d like to see if we could go further, but Faye holds a torch for Spike and he is handsome.”

“Fair enough, but what do you want?” Edward questioned as he rubbed her cheek with a thumb.

“I want Faye-Faye to be happy, but neither of us know how to be happy. Being intimate with you is the closest we’ve gotten, but that’s just a fleeting moment. Faye and I, neither of us have ever found someone we felt safe with.” Swerta pressed her brow into Edward’s sternum. “You do, though, but the fact it’s more of a platonic thing, it stings, y’know?”

“Hm, yes. I understand.” Edward sighed with a solemn nod. “I won’t force you into something you’re not willing to be committed to.”

“Oh no, trust me, I’d be willing to try if your wife didn’t convince me otherwise. Besides, I don’t know if Faye-Faye would be happy. I want to try and help her with wooing Spike, but that grizzled space cowboy is so stuck in the past that I don’t know if he can be what Faye needs.” Swerta chuffed and wrapped her arms around Edward’s waist. “It’s like hugging a tree, dude.”

“It’ll take some time before he finally comes around, I just hope we can all settle down and be at peace for a long time.” Edward rubbed her back and the wolfess mewled and wagged her tail in appreciation of the physical attention.

“Me too. All I knew was conflict, all Faye knew was struggle. It’d be so nice to just settle down, have a quiet life.” Swerta sighed and nuzzled his chest. After a while, Swerta’s snoozing alerted Edward to the slime’s slumber and he gently levitated her to his bed.

“Hey, are you awake, Faye?” Edward whispered quietly in case she wasn’t, also, not to wake the tar-like black slime.

“Mn, yea?” Faye mumbled from the pink ‘clothes’ and even formed an eye on Swerta’s left boob to look at him.

“If you want, I can call Mi Amore Cadenza. If anyone can help with relationship problems, it’s the Goddess of Love, after all.” Edward offered and Faye had her face, beak included, form on the wolfess’s boob.

“You just used her name to refer to her as My Love Cadence. That’s cute.” Faye cooed.

“Well, I’d rather not bother our Cadence from Devorak, but considering the native one is trapped, if a call isn’t enough, I can request my other wife Cadence to come over.” Edward continued and the hippogriff slime blinked.

“Wait...right. Cadenza and Cadence did that to help clear up confusion...still confusing.” Faye’s comment was true, but Edward and the others have known them like that so long, eh.

“There’s more to it, but that’s a personal thing between them, so don’t ask either one. It’s still a sensitive subject.” Edward warned her, because it was. The two alicorns duked it out in a battle of matchmaking to prove who deserved the preferred name. Cadence won by only one couple and Cadenza never truly forgave her for it. Well, besides totally forgiving her for it because they Love each other. Still, nobody speaks of the Year of Weddings besides historians.

“Okay, if they can help me land that space cowboy, I’ll gladly take the offer for a chat. Just...not right now. Swerta hasn’t slept this quickly since you fucked her to sleep.” Faye then morphed back into just being clothes and Edward went to the bathroom to see if he could get the ball rolling on what both of the pink alicorns would declare a ‘romance emergency’.

Now he remembered why Bryan never goes to those two. In his words, “It was a stupid fucking year wasted on romantic bullshit and I hated it. It was like watching Hitch: Infinity.”

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This was so damn awkward. “I call them Zachni!” Luster Dawn gushed at Marcus as she wiggled way too much in happiness, sending her leg tendrils quivering along with other things. Fucking damn it, why won’t she wear normal clothes?! Why does she insist on wearing skin-tight shorts and tops or a micro bikini that expose her stomach or most of her boobs?!

Guh~! Squicky~! He knew her as a filly, eugh! “Th-that’s great, Lusty.” No~! Even her nickname feels too lewd! It’s literally a perverted word! It didn’t help that she tended to hover with her pelvis at eye level with whoever is the tallest around. “Though, why are they pink?” The female insect humanoids, ten in all, were a bright neon pink and white.

“Because aside from being used as beacons to broadcast my control to my swarm, they’re essentially Rachni post-Collector hybridization. I need to make sure they’re visibly distinct from the whites, purples and blues of their template. I’d do the same for the Zorks and Zasks, but those two cover the pigments I can use without screwing with stability.” Luster pouted, crossing her arms under her huge perfect boobs-stop doing that!

“I, uh, see.” God-fucking-dammit! Why did the filly he knew so long ago have to grow up to be a sexy goddess in her own right?! “Color coordination helps differentiate themselves from one another and what roles they play.”

“Which is why the Zachni are pink, like me. They’re my admins. The Zasks are orange because they’re the engineers and the Zorks are green because it’s the traditional color of ground-pounders and ass-kickers.” Luster nodded at her declaration and then squealed happily as she squirmed-guh stop doing things that make your assets jiggle! “I can control my drones anywhere in the system with so many Zachni active! I’ve gotta make more for deployment!”

“That’s great.” Marcus gulped as he awkwardly fixed his collar. Why did she pick him for an opinion? The others would have sufficed! He wasn’t sure if he could hold out!

“Now, I still need a few Units for more aerial tactics.” Luster contemplated while leaning her head up and thrusting her chest out further.

“Uh-huh.” Marcus nodded his head before he felt one of her tentacles caressing his face, making him freeze up a bit. Was she doing this on purpose? “Um, do you need something?”

“Hm?” Luster hummed in question as she took a datapad from a shelf behind the wolf.

“Well, uh...nevermind. Do you have an idea on what sort of air-based Zerg you wanted?” Marcus questioned as he tried to ignore the leg-tentacle still feeling his face.

“Well, it makes sense to just use a pre-existing flight-capable species. Any suggestions?” Luster asked before she hovered behind him and ‘sat’ on his broad shoulders with her leg-tendrils wrapping around his torso to keep her upright. “Remember when you gave me pony-back rides? I thought you were my cousin, so I begged you to play with me.”

“Yeah, I remember. Gods, I’m an old man.” Marcus grumbled as he tried not to lay hands on any of the six leg-tendrils keeping Luster upright.

“Age for the ageless is subjective. I’m still only 19 by my mental age, but I’m thousands of years old by chronological means. Anyway, since you’re the greatest warrior and tactician of the Argentines outside of Brennie, what flying species would you suggest I make a legion of Zerg fodder based off of?” Luster questioned with one hand on Marcus’s scalp as she scrolled with the other one.

“Either a Dragon or a Griffin, at least for firepower. Pegasus or Thestral for speed attacks because of how light they are, but are kinda weak when it comes to taking hits and keep moving.” Marcus replied as he named off the flying species he knew of.

“Hm, the fire-breathing aspect of dragons is inherently magical and I cannot replicate that. Griffins are a good choice, but pegasi are faster. Wait, those are all Equusian species. Oh my gosh. I never considered it before, but besides the Geonosians and Toydarians, every flying sapient species is from Equus! I don’t count angels and maykrs, they’re from Heaven.” Luster bent forward, burying Marcus’s head in a boobhat. “Quickly, Markus! To the nearest archive!”

Marcus snorted and carried her to their destination while thankful for his Inventory giving his wholly-deserved boner a place to hide.

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Katto had the strangest urge to go to Tarkus to try and sell this damn beast of a Harvester those Krogans sold him. The Toydarian grunted as he looked at the partially intelligent beast. The narrative of Tuchanka was one of the few big bugs to start delepoting brains larger than peas. It was actually trying to use a wrench it grabbed to try and get the door to it’s cage open. Katto turned to his Droid assistant as he set course for the planet. “Droid! Watch the beast better and get that tool out of its hands. I don’t want another Abe situation. I’m moving to Tarkus on this Rail as fast as possible for 2 hours at most, Hahahahaha!”

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“Hey, Jet, another one of those Railjacks is heading towards us at top speed.” A Rask who was helping Jet set up the old control tower of their hanger said when he saw the radar.

“Okay, why-oh fuck.” Jet paled at seeing the name of the ship. Nortrien Thorn, the ship of Katto: the Suicidal Merchant. “Shit, Spike, Jane, anyone with a gun! We have a crazy man rushing towards us, be ready to shoot anything on his ship that is hostile. I’ll find a way to pay whatever fee he cooks up!”

Once the order went out, every soldier with a gun set up a firing line and aimed at the incoming ship as it landed, which was not an elegant or proper landing. It skidded along the smoothed-down scrap around the base, causing sparks to fly until it came to a halt.

“Katto is here to sell!” The mad merchant announced over loudspeakers as the side of his ship unfolded into an impromptu bazaar complete with droid hawkers shouting out what they were selling.

“What the fuck is going-hey! Is that Katto?! Let me call Uncle Chan!” Jane said over the general comms before anyone could tell her otherwise. Shortly, a second ship appeared in midair as if from a mirage and it gently settled down a bit away from Katto’s ship.

“Hatcha~! Katto, you hack! I will outsell you again!” Uncle shouted over the loudspeaker.

“What is going-?!” Jet flinched when the comms erupted in activity, reporting dozens of merchant ships warping in. “Oh no...it’s the Bonanza Bazaar! Everyone, hide! Our credits won’t survive the good bargains!”

Jet and all the natives fled, but the Argentines just bewilderedly tried to bring order.

A tenth of their credits were spent within an hour on local food and other wares...they didn’t regret it in the slightest.