Pirate Bebop

Ch.56

“What is that?” Visilia asked Brennie who wore her new unusual hat with smugness that was amusing and ridiculous. It was like someone took a bucket hat and bred it with a hat-shaped fish. It was very red and matched Brennie’s fur well, but still looked like she was wearing a hat-fish...thing. “It’s odd enough to distract me from your pregnant boobs.”

“I was waiting for you to comment on that, but yeah, this stupid hat has it’s own climate control! Watch!” Brennie poked a part of the brim rapidly and she shivered with a manic grin as the air around her got cold enough to form frost on her fur. “S-s-see! Neat!”

“That’s great, now warm up before you turn yourself into a popsicle.” Visilia giggled at her wife’s bizarre fascination, though even she was curious as to what else these merchants had in stock. Besides the delicious food they provide, they had almost anything on offer besides advanced weaponry. Even the locals from Novahome suddenly swarmed the fields around the base for the ‘Bonanza Bazaar’.

“Visi, I think we should leave. I spent all of my spending money already.” Kevin warily said to his alicorn wife and she turned to see him wearing a full suit of admittedly good looking hybrid Feudal Japan/Wild West clothing that suited his original style perfectly.

“You idiot, who else spent all their damn money?” Visi growled with a look around.

“Quite a few.” Edward answered as approached with some food and drinks in his gravity. “I had to stem the tide of our people before they spent too much. I’m sure Wiatr would be having a field day if she were here.” The Argentines nodded in agreement. “Still, this seems to have mellowed our forces out of their armor.”

“That’s good.” Brennie snorted with a lewd eye tracing over her people in the crowd. “Hot damn, I’ve been such a tight-ass I forgot how sexy our people are.” Brennie turned off the hat and then stuffed it into her cleavage, still on full display with her Krystal Fox style tribal outfit.

“Ookay...getting the Sex Aspect really mellowed you out.” Rico commented when he neared, wearing a sombrero and poncho while sipping an enormous drink that may or may-not be some alien variant of a margarita. “I am in awe of how many cultures have both survived and evolved over time. When I saw the sombreros, I was practically foaming at the mouth.”

“Oh no, we should head back. Where’s Vinnie?” Visilia asked worriedly before the said gal’s manic laughter echoed from somewhere in the mass of people and shops. “Wait, hold on, Jane kicked this event off by calling Uncle Chan, then does that mean Vinnie finished-?”

“I! Am! Batman!” A convincing Kevin Conroy impersonation from behind them made them jump and turn to see Jane wearing a Batman costume that was more like a Batwoman costume with excessive cleavage and everything. “Had to do that. Now, to be honest, I hold to my beliefs that Superman and Batman are overdone, the Flash and Static Shock are the best DC heroes.”

“...Fair enough.” Brennie responded while ogling Jane in her sexy bat-themed costume.

“Let's go find the others.” Visilia groaned as she rubbed her temples. If Wiatr was here, she’d have grabbed all of their metaphorical purses by the metaphorical drawstrings. However, Jane was gone the instant they turned their backs. “Okay...that is spooky and cool.”

“She is like Batman!” Hunter declared excitedly and the others began nerding out.

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“What is that?” Luster gasped when she saw the cage holding a very large insectoid in her hatchery after I’d led her to it with my hands over her eyes.

“It’s a Harvester!” I said as I rested my chin on her left shoulder while wrapping my arms around her slim waist. “I sensed through the Force that ya were looking fer an aerial unit to Zerg-ify, so I thought this big bastard would suit the role. The Reapers converted them into dropships and attack craft I hear, so imagine what yer sexy brain could do.”

“So my brain is sexy?” Luster giggled as she pressed against me and turned her head to smooch my nose. “Thank you, Jane. This is actually the best idea put forward since I realized we’d need an Equusian species to fill that role and I felt a bit creatively stifled upon realizing I had such limited options. Thanks to you bringing this handsome boy here, I’ll be able to work.”

At being called handsome, the giant draconic insect bashfully turned his head away. “Oh, right, Katto informed me that since back then, Harvesters have developed higher brain functions, so he can likely understand the context of what we’re saying if not exactly what’s being said.”

“Oo~! Even better! Having a good brain to work off of, it’ll be easy to make my new Zarvs able to comprehend orders. I may even be able to make him speak! I’d drag you to bed for thank-you sex, but I’ve gotta get to work right away!” Luster smooched me and then eagerly pushed my naked self towards the door and slammed it shut with gleeful giggles.

“Damn do I feel good about myself, even if I had to spend most of my credits for that thing.” I sighed and put my hands on my wide pup-bearing hips with my tail wagging in content.

“Why are you naked?” Marcus demanded curiously as he approached me in the hall.

“Because the Creep in Luster’s Hatchery devours clothes through a gas-based-ugh, it dissolves clothes on contact with the air near Creep. I stripped naked before leading Luster to her surprise. I could instead ask what yer doing down here in the bowels of the Bebop and not anywhere ya frequent.” I replied as I turned and looked up at the handsome scarred foxhound.

“I was going to visit Luster, but if that room destroys clothes, then I’ll speak to her later.” Marcus turned to leave, but I fluidly zipped around him to stand in his way with my hands still on my hips.

“Well, as Luster’s mate, ya can just tell me what it is ya need to speak to her about and I’ll relay it as soon as she’s done going all mad-scientist.” I leaned aside when a nude Zelma sprinted down the hall and ducked between Marcus and the wall to enter her Queen’s Hatchery. Luster likely summoned her for her Librarian duties.

“About battle strategies for her forces.” Marcus explained and I nodded before turning to lead him up from the bowels of the ship.

“Sure thing, lay them on me.” I replied as I pondered what cosplay to surprise my mates with.

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“Hm~.” Brennie hummed in content as she laid back in her new sinfully comfy chair, which her studly femboy rasks constructed from what they bought from the Bazaar. She felt guilty that they would do this for her and had nothing to show her gratitude to them beyond the obvious, but seeing her happy was all they wanted as they showed her the features the chair had.

One of the rasks kissed her paws as another brought her some food to provide sustenance to their goddess who was so graciously bearing their eggs. Even if they understood she may be giving them to her wife later since she was the Goddess of Fertility.

“Do you wish for your clothes to be removed?” The one who was feeding her asked. The rest perked up and grinned in anticipation as Brennie blushed with a smile. Nodding, the males quickly and carefully undressed her.

One climbed her chair to sit on her head as he undid her bikini first, while another wiggled between her legs to get her loincloth off. The scent of the one on her head filled her nose. Once she was naked, Brennie let her pregnancy progress show, her breasts and belly inflated with all of the eggs she’s carrying, forcing the room to increase dimensions to avoid her squishing into the walls or ceiling. “Mm, much better~.”

A few of her servants climbed atop her and began rubbing oils into her synthetic fur and scales, making her body shine and warm her wonderfully along with imbuing an exotic scent. “I thought I felt you getting all fecund and lewd in here.” Brennie smiled and looked up at Visi, who was laying atop her wife’s belly and rubbing the sides of the dracowolf’s equally gigantic ten-foot tits. “It’s like homing in on Wiatr, just follow the sexiness.”

“Are you here to steal my fun?” Brennie asked expectantly, only for Visi to lick her lips and began rubbing the edge of her wife’s massive black areolae, causing Brennie to coo. “Oo~. What are you going to do to me then~?” Brennie wiggled her ass from where she was perched atop her egg-filled stomach and wasn’t disappointed when a rask began eating her pussy.

“I’m going to have fun with you~. As much as I want to take these little ones off your shoulders, the leader of these cute little studs convinced me not to. Besides, these should be Shekka and Hildra’s eggs, you naughty goddess.” Visilia stuck out her tongue playfully and Brennie mewled as her nipples and the pores on her areola began seeping thick cream instead of thin milk.

“But my studly servants chose me to bear them strong children~.” The dracowolf protested, earning her a lot of kisses across her body from the rasks as Visilia hummed.

“Then these cutie booties chose well, but they should’ve waited. Until Hildra’s eggs hatch next month, we won’t know if Luster’s gene therapy will cure the Raskvel ADHD and learning disabilities. It’s bad enough I have so many eggs waiting in me for the treatment, now you’ve got all of these eggs too~.” Visilia got in front of Brennie’s left nipple and the cyber dracowolfess howled in ecstasy when her wife began fisting her nipple~! “You lewd, filthy sex goddess~.”

“Oh my gosh~! Y-you’re fisting my nipple~!” Brennie wailed in orgasm, because it was one thing to get fucked in the nips, it was another to get fisted while this gloriously engorged with eggs.

“Hm, I wonder~.” Visilia then poured her metallic slime body into Brennie’s breast, causing it to expand and the Sex Goddess screamed in pleasure before her wife began driving her crazy. The way her wife sloshed and moved around in her boob, making the eggs in her breast dance. No wonder they drove Jane absolutely mad~!

“Heya Puddin~!”

“Gah!” Brennie’s pleasure was interrupted by Jane, looking like a wolf Harley Quinn, popping out from her cleavage with a manic face-splitting smile.

“Ya look a little tense, sugah! Maybe ya need a bit of rest!” Jane reached into her sexy costume’s cleavage to produce a Horny Hammer wooden mallet and she bonked Brennie on the head before she could protest! Her brain turned to lusty mush as she came, came, came!

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Quedia purred from her chest with her tail swishing with her hips in contentment when she finished her adventure through the Bonanza Bazaar, having made investments in some shops, got some clothes and a staff for her magic. The tower of goods she bought was being carried by Jester and Bask as they journeyed back towards the Bebop, which was the de-facto housing ship of this faction she’d wound up in upon meeting her reborn mother.

“Quedia, the clothing fabricator aboard the Bebop could’ve made something similar.” Bask reasonably protested, since he was the pack mule carrying her clothes. Jester was of sterner stuff, so she was saddled, sort-of literally, with the precarious pile of trinkets and other magical wares. Uncle Chan was quite the discerning mage to have such a selection.

“Yes, things similar, yet not quite like these. At least, until we feed them to it so it saves the designs.” Quedia said with a devious smile. Nobody mentioned that the Bebop had what was considered a Relic, since such advanced on-the-spot fabricators had been lost with the Fall. Her mother was quite the genius to simply make one and think it wasn’t a big issue. She may be new to this era, but Quedia was intelligent and knew how to use a situation to her advantage.

“Oh, you clever girl. You might be able to open a clothing shop out of the Bebop with this many designs.” Bask observed, because he was smart too and that was part of what drew her to him, besides his good looks and kind heart.

Jester wiggled in delight at the idea as she summoned an unstable copy of herself and opened the door for the three of them. The news on the TV was talking about a skirmish between Corpus and UnSC. Quedia had to wonder why it took them so long. It’s been weeks since the situation began.

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“Sorry fer popping out like that. I sensed the opportunity to fuck with yer sire and couldn’t resist.” I told Marcus, who was sitting at the desk of a room we’d chosen for talking about the strategies of deploying the Zerg drones in place of the usual foot soldiers.

“Although I don’t appreciate the fact you’re getting petty vengeance on them at all, I can appreciate that it’s at least harmless. What I don’t get is why you insist on being naked.” Marcus commented as I sat down on the bed opposite the desk.

“Because I’ve recently stopped giving a shit about my modesty, also because it means I can respond quicker to a cosplay comeuppance. Also, I know yer fighting against yer instincts, yer a good lad and a gentleman besides. I don’t have to worry about anything untoward coming from ya. I wouldn’t mind, but that’s more because my sense of self is changing as we speak.” I admitted to the big buff battle-hardened veteran with a shrug.

“Well, if it makes you feel better: my family can be petty when it counts.” Marcus snorted when he said that, meaning their adventures from before were more than fighting battles and winning wars. “And I’m pretty sure they’re gonna stop giving a damn about clothes, as well. Somewhere in the near future. Probably on one of fama’s secret Paradise Worlds.”

“Not very secret. I knew that shortly after she opened up to me. What I’m worried about is that she’s essentially started to give up on being male at all aside from having the proper genitals. She’s decided she’s happier this way and I won’t protest what her Soul says. I just...it’s so weird. Knowing someone so deeply, I feel like I’m being a creep when I can’t control that.” I laid on my side, scratching my abs while I tried not to know Marcus beyond the surface.

“Don’t worry, she’ll bounce back. Dad always does.” He assured me, but I wasn’t convinced by his faith in his sire.

“I don’t know...she feels so sure this time.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “A constant in reality besides the most twisted ones, is Change. She’s embracing this wholeheartedly. I mean, she’s being worshiped by a cabal of femboy shorties as yer mum swishes around in her left breast, which is pregnant in case ya weren’t aware. Sorry if hearing about it squicks ya out.”

“Eh, you get used to it when your parents are Displaced horndogs. Weirdness and crazy shit comes with the package. I understand what you’re saying and I won’t lie to you about the Change my father is going through right now, but I can’t help believing in him to come back around when it’s necessary. Sure, I can see why he likes being a woman more often-.”

“Giant, fucking, tits. A sopping puss that is way more sensitive than a penis. Whole, fucking, body is an erogenous zone when treated properly. Trust me, as a former guy: having just one and a half major erogenous zones sucks when the other option is butt-stuff when yer not into butt-stuff. I’m still not, really, but when it happens, at least this time it’s in the heat of passion.” I huffed with a cup of my boobs. “I was worried before, now? I welcome it. At least as a slime I have the choice now, unlike before.”

“Yeah, you make a compelling point, but that won’t stop me from believing. I hope you know that.” My goodness, this man’s faith in his old man knows no bounds.

“I just bet ya haven’t-ya haven’t. Wow. Yew’ve never tasted the other side. That's good on ya, lad. I mean, I expected, considering the tales of the Empire and all, but ya really are so fueled by testosterone that ya know what ya like. Fistbump!” I reached out towards him for a bump, to which he smiled and returned the gesture in kind.

“I may be curious, but I’ve seen how wild a woman can be in bed. Especially when there’s more than one. I’m the one giving it to them and trying to keep my head.” Marcus admitted and I chuckled guiltily. I too have become insatiable since my gender swap, but I don’t know if that’s because of my ancestry or what.

“Well, just know that ya can ask my mate Rivala if you want a trip on the feminine side. Anyway, back to-.” I went ramrod stiff and my vision was overcome with death, violence and a vision of Jimbo with blood in his eyes roaring in defiance-!

“...Jane! Jane! Jane!” I gasped when Marcus shook me violently, my metallic membrane almost tearing and splashing me to the bed. “Jane, you began spasming like you were having a seizure! What happened?!”

“Jimbo. I need to get to Jimbo! I can’t wait for us to build anything up, I need to save him!” I swished around Marcus and sprinted toward the door, but he grabbed me by the tail and I yelped at the sensation not being entirely unpleasant.

“We’ll take my father’s Super Dreadnought!” Marcus said before he teleported us to the Dreadnought, the Vengeful Retributor.

“But my mobile suit! The Zaku Warrior is still on the Bebop!” I fretted and he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Eris probably moved it on board.” Marcus assured me before looking at the Admiral. “Set a course for Char, emergency rapid-response! Now!” The Admiral nodded before hitting a red button, horns were blaring loudly as everyone scrambled around the bridge.

“Oh~. If Vinnie was here, she could get us there faster than I could blink.” I bemoaned as I shifted on my paws. Hurrying up to wait is always a bitch, no matter who you are. “I wish she wasn’t so busy with her purchases from the bazaar. Why did I have to call Uncle Chan and start the Bonanza?” I mewled and watched the professional navy get in order.

“Coordinates locked, all personnel accounted for and battle-ready, shields up and guns primed! We’re ready!” The Admiral reported.

“Punch it!” Marcus ordered as he wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt my face heat up. Shortly, the viewport of the cockpit became a field of stars as it darkened to prevent seeing FTL with bare eyes, which for most species would render them blind or insane. As for me, being a slime, I find it pretty and wish other species could so casually view it. “Sorry for holding you, sometimes an emergency jump can get rough.”

“No, please, don’t stop on my account.” I snorted and fluttered my eyes up at him. “I may have originally been male, but gosh damn does being a woman have all sorts of wonderful hormones go around when some big, strong man has his arms around me.” I’m sure some feminists would decry me, call me a misogynist, but I believe my mama said it best: we’re all still cave-people trying to be cultured and pretend our base instincts don’t exist.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Marcus chuckled as he held me close to him while we flew through space at Faster Than Light speeds.

“Sir, if you’re going to have a naked lady in your arms, please vacate the bridge to avoid distractions. We’ll have a few days by our perception of travel before we arrive.” The helmsman, who was some breed of demon, I don’t know the specifics, reported and Marcus hoisted me over his shoulder, making me coo and wag my tail.

“Good, I need to help this lady relax.” Marcus squeezed my ass and I bit my lip in anticipation.