Pirate Bebop

Ch.59

“Ya have a map that could lead to Treasure Planet~?!” I squealed as I drooled into my cleavage with my eyes as big as saucers when Doctor Delbert Doppler finished explaining his egghead ramble ending with the best part. I like the guy, he’s cool, but he keeps talking in too-big words.

“Uh, yes.” Delbert said uneasily as I leaned on him to look at the map.

“If I fuck ya, will ya give me that?” I asked casually and he jerked away from me.

“N-no! As beautiful as you are, madam, I will not give this up for anything! I do not care about the treasure, I care about the historical value of its discovery! You’ll have to kill me for it!” Delbert declared with a snarl. Oo~. He has spunk and integrity. Still, I must try!

“Aw, please~?” I leaned forward, pressing my boobs up by squeezing my biceps against them.

“No.” Delbert deadpanned and I waved my hand towards him.

“Ya will give me the map~.” I insisted with a lilt and he glared.

“I will not.” Delbert declared so staunchly that I felt tingles go down my liquid spine.

“Aw, poop. What’s the point of having mental suggestion powers when they’re useless in the most critical of things.” I pouted with my arms crossed under my bust.

“I would be willing to have you help me find it if you swear not to backstab me.” Delbert acquiesced and I perked happily.

“Deal!” I shook his hand before the cute shorty flew between us.

“So, now that you’ve made that deal, want to climb into my womb?” Tanya, the deceptively young-looking shortstack purred with a lick of her lips.

“Sorry babe, too small fer me. Unless ya have a Navel Pearl, I’m not willing to risk yer health and safety.” I could tell by scent she was an adult human woman, her body’s physiology was just naturally petite for a long time, a protracted development similar to Asari.

“Better, I’ve been enchanting my body for years. I may prefer women, but some stallions and a few dragons I’ve met were too cute to pass up.” Tanya was pushed away gently by Jimbo, who sighed long-sufferingly with two sexy shadow-babes behind him, one was a gab who floated in the air, the other was a towering 8-foot amazonian ahuizotl.

“Everyone, please. We still have three whole days, can we just, not turn into an explosion of sex and secrets? We’ll need to be sharing all of this information when we arrive.” Jimbo reasoned, but I responded by grabbing Tanya and heading for the bed. “Gods, damn you, Jane!” You know you love it~!

🎺

“This is actually really cool.” Brennie commented as she slithered along on a mound of her goo instead of walking like she was used to. This mode of locomotion was fast and seamless. She could shoot up and down stairs at a constant speed, climb walls, ceilings, even tread the surface of fluids like water. “But it still creeps me out.” She shuddered before morphing her legs back into existence. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this slime thing?” Sure, there were a ton of benefits a slime could do. No doubt about it. However…

“You just have to take it at your own pace.” Rivala commented when she slithered along the ceiling above Brennie, casually looking ‘up’ down at her. “I’ll willfully refuse to grant wishes to change you back, because you made this decision. While in a moment of passion, it was because you wanted it. If you back out now, you might give yourself whiplash. Take your time.”

Rivala then morphed her legs back into shape, flipping upright with her wings letting her float down. Thankfully she was wearing a miniskirt with panties and a sports bra. She quickly snapped her fingers and Brennie’s previously nude lower body now had a matching black skirt and panties to go with her T-shirt.

“Pro-tip: if you’re gonna use a goo-mound to move, wear skirts with easily replaceable panties if you plan on swapping to legs at any given time. Guys use kilts and jockstraps.” Rivala advised as she patted Brennie’s shoulder. “You’ve got a ton of us gooey gals to help you adjust, too. I’ve been helping Visi get used to her new abilities, but she prefers to keep legs, so do I. The goo-mound is just convenient sometimes and some slimes do prefer it.”

“Okay.” Brennie nodded her head with a sigh, looking at herself: the new her. “Rivala, am I going crazy?” The red and blue slime pony fairy blinked at the non-sequitur.

“You are crazy, we all are crazy. No sane person would stay sane going through the bullshit any of us have. The fact you have to ask means you’re sane enough to realize it. Philosophically, everyone has some measure of Madness. The question isn’t if you’re crazy: it’s if you accept or reject it. Those who reject it tend to be truly mad.” Rivala preached like a madgoddess.

“...Fuck, I better not take you to my home-away-from-home. Sheogorath would snatch you up into the Shivering Isles in seconds.” Brennie warned her future wife as she rubbed her ripped stomach. “But, I suppose you have a point. I should’ve just waited it out before doing the deed.”

“To be fair: you’re the Goddess of Sex now and your wife, this realm’s Goddess of Sex, is also a slime. You’ve likely subconsciously tied slimes to being the epitome of sensuality. We can do anything, be anything. Fuck, if we were Changeling Slimes, we’d oh no.” Rivala’s red and blue slime paled. “How has nobody considered that is why Wiatr ascended?”

“...Oh! Right, Daring became a Changeling-oh…” Brennie nodded in realization. “Uh...never grant a wish for me to become a changeling slime?” Brennie requested and Rivala nodded. “Besides, I’m not too good at empathy, suddenly having it innately might make me feel even more insecure.”

“It’s good you acknowledge your insecurities and face them. Besides, if you have any Force potential, you’ll have some measure of empathic power anyway. Now, how about I show you some non-sex related tricks? I can show you how to turn yourself into a bubble full of air to emulate a rubber-person. Useful for jumping around like it’s low gravity.” Rivala offered as they walked down the hall together.

“Alright, so long as you’re with me. Did I ever tell you that I missed you?” Brennie asked as they held each other’s hands.

“Hm? Missed me?” Rivala asked in confusion and Brennie looked hurt, causing Rivala to perk. “O-oh. You mean before? I...can’t remember much. I was inert, a Morph, for thousands of years. Most of my memories are just coded information and tidbits I remember. Like the past two centuries with Jane, who was John then. After I woke up and John became Jane, I was so confused. I loved him, but took a bit to accept I didn’t care what he was, I loved her.”

“You don’t remember me?” Brennie asked sadly and Rivala looked hurt too. “I guess we will start over. I’ll tell you stories, hopefully that’ll jog some memories of being an Original Fairy.”

“I think I’d like that.” Rivala meekly replied and leaned against her mate as they went upstairs.

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“Oh~, I’m so sloshy.” Tanya moaned as she waddled out of the bedroom, her belly looking nine months pregnant. She rubbed her belly as she staggered up to Amelia. “I feel pregnant!”

“Yes, you have a whole slime in your womb.” Amelia said with a snort as the minx flew up to Jimbo.

“Want to touch it?” Tanya asked teasingly as she thrust her glowing golden globe forward.

“I want to get to work.” Jim said as he tried properly filling out the after-action report in a way that convincingly stated that Silver jettisoned himself from the Zaku Khan when boarded and he escaped among the chaos in the Char skirmish.

“Come on.” Tanya purred before sitting in his lap while opening a window to type up her report in quick succession. “I’m good at bullshitting inconvenient facts to my benefit. Here, I’ll help, but only if you whip out that dick and put it in me.” Tanya purred and Jim groaned in resignation.

“I just had an episode where I went mad and could have attacked all of you.” The response to Jim’s statement was to get booped on the snoot by every woman in the room simultaneously, causing his changeling snout to scrunch so hard his eyes shut.

“Yet you didn’t, now shut up and let the little bitch mount up while she shows you how to believably forge false reports.” Amelia huffed and Delbert continued to obliviously research in his little corner, turned away from the shenanigans.

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Spike was looking down the hall of the new bunk wing of the base that was slowly being built into the junk-cliff off of the hangers. The place looked more like a military base. How the hell did he end up in this situation? “I wish I could chat with Del right about now.”

Spike scratched his spines and left the living quarters, having to walk down one side of the halls since constant traffic mostly consisting of shorties flowed back and forth. The once near-empty base was overfull and rapidly expanding. Spike had noted that since things kicked into gear, Novahome has been getting more sparse in exchange.

Spike sighed, feeling overcrowded and unsure of himself being surrounded by so many people. At least from what he heard when he sat in on meetings between Jet and other administrators of this rapidly building Rebel Alliance, Novahome was going to end up being where most of the local assets would be based since they were already established there.

After all, the grounded colony ship was large enough to serve as the hangar for dozens of frigates and did so on a regular basis, it only made sense to just pull the place into their operation now that every pirate in the system and many beyond were pledging to the Silver Pirates in the hopes for Freedom and booty. Spike snorted smoke. Somewhere out there, Jane must be feeling all of her worshipers, especially when they’d been told she was their goddess.

Spike drifted through the crowd in Bay 1 to get home to the Bebop and he bumped into Anno of all the people in the crowd. “Oh, hey Spike! Could you give me a hand?” The perky white slime jackal requested and Spike helped her pick up another thick cable and worm it through the crowd that parted for them to plug it into the Bebop. “Thanks. The old girl needs to let off all that excess power she’s producing. Luster overbuilt the Argent reactor.”

“Too much energy, huh? I remember when the Bebop needed those solar sails because she couldn’t handle constantly running a life-support system without brownouts.” Spike commented as he looked at the once-humble fishing trawler.

The Bebop was still her signature brown and gray with golden solar sails, even more uniform than ever, actually. She was bristling with weapons now, when before she wasn’t even armed. She had small turbolaser turrets along the rim of her hangar deck as well as a few in the back, two frigate-class rail guns coming out of the bow along with torpedo-tubes that could launch both traditional water torpedoes and proton torpedoes.

The only reason so much could be packed on a former fishing trawler was entirely due to the spatial tomfuckery that Luster performed on the old girl. If they tried to stick to the limitations of her size, the Bebop could only have one rail gun, those torpedo tubes, then maybe one turbo laser turret on the dorsal and ansel. She outguns any ship in her weight class.

“Things are starting to heat up, aren’t they?” Spike asked rhetorically as he watched the tiny tech terrors run around with their assistant droids which were becoming less junk and more fully functional works as time went on.

“Yep. Most of the raskvel and gabliani population of Novahome relocated here. All the best tech on the planet is here, of course they’d immigrate.” Anno joked before getting spanked on the booty by Shekka and Hildra as they passed, making the slime jackal Diamond Dog laugh. “Anywho, thanks for that bit of help, Spike.”

“No problem.” Spike climbed up the ramp into the Bebop to escape the crowds and was only mildly disheartened by the busy halls of his home. The stream of rasks and gabs here were mostly helping with ensuring that the cruiser-sized interior was in perfect running order. Just because spatial magic is stable and safe doesn’t mean that added space doesn’t need maintaining.

They were also carrying out containers of Jane’s slime, which was stockpiled on the Bebop for distribution as meal-replacing nutritious sustenance as well as Argent fuel. A workforce that is this enormous eats a lot, even if the rasks like their greasy, buttery ‘ruskvel’ bread balls, a slime’s goo is always delicious.

There it is again, everything goes back to Jane. Spike didn’t begrudge his crewmate, but he wished she didn’t end up turning their home into the flagship of the Rebellion. “Hey.” Spike was brought out of his melancholic musing by Faye’s voice and he turned to the pink slime hippogriff beauty. “You look like you could use time away from the crowds.”

“Is it that obvious?” Spike asked with a self-deprecating smirk.

“Has anyone seen my droid? R3-D3, where are you?!” Katto barked as the toydarian flew by.

“Trust me, I need to get away too. Let’s go visit Del at the Mess, it’s much less crowded with so many of the locals coming here.” Faye’s suggestion was good and Spike only noticed after they were heading for the motor pool that Swerta was in the shape of a simple black dress. Classy. Spike felt his eyes glue to Faye’s butt for a moment, but he shook himself out of his distraction.

🎺

Quedia sat on the couch of their little space as Bask made dinner. It was little by modern standards, but by her’s, it was easily a merchant baron’s home. The living quarters of the Bebop had been expanded to include a small kitchenette, pantry and bunk beds and then copy/pasted across the living area of the ship courtesy of her mother.

It was still smaller than the apartment Bask had to abandon to flee with her when Ivara Prime came for her, but he seemed content with his new role as a maintenance engineer of this ship. Still, Quedia felt guilty for what she felt was delivering misfortune to the male she had her heart set on, yet he seemed happier now than before.

Jester entered with a box of goods that Quedia had ordered hours before. “Ah, excellent. Place them on the table, knave.” Quedia ordered and her devout and needy worshiper promptly obeyed. “Bask, the delivery is here!” Quedia called to let him hear her over the sizzling of the meat on the stove.

“Sorry, it’s on the last bit, can’t leave it if you want medium-rare!” Bask’s response was reasonable and Quedia nodded to herself before she joined the pinkish-red minx at the small table in the nook by the kitchenette to open the box. What she found inside was a green flask burning with an unnatural yellow fire within.

Quedia smiled and pulled it out as she relished in how quickly she’d adapted to her situation. Because of her innate business savvy, Quedia was already metaphorically rolling in credits. It had only been a day and she’d made a killing by selling clothes of so many various styles to the smallfolk who were so used to jumpsuits and aprons that having clothes for outside of work was a novelty they jumped paws-first into.

Her mother did not approve right away, because she made the clothing fabricator specifically because her mate, Jane, kept having her clothes ruined and needed frequent replacements. However, she admired her gumption and moved the fabricator from the cargo hold to Quedia’s in-ship clothing shop. If Jane needed clothes, she’d just need to visit the shop from now on.

Anyway, this was-. “What is that?” Bask questioned as he brought over the plates for dinner and Jester crammed the empty little box into her cleavage, which was becoming much more voluptuous as the days went and the minx became more and more desperate for carnal attention. Mm~, medium rare steaks with potatoes.

“This is an Estus Flask, the age-old method for Undead to heal themselves from bodily damage. It is a true relic from my era and since the Undead left for Paradise with their gods, trinkets such as these are eye-pleasing baubles now.” Also, while the Undead were a scourge, their affinity for Fire made them worthy entities in the Fire Goddess’s eyes.

“Oh, neat. Anyway, food’s on.” Bask said before they sat down for dinner, Jester’s face splitting open at the mouth area to reveal rows of saw-like shark teeth. Quedia shuddered, not in disquiet, but arousal. She always found the predator races attractive.

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I was thankful for Tanya’s offer, because I need the peace and tranquility of a womb right now. The voices of hundreds of thousands of people echoed in my mind, as if I was standing in the midst of a crowd who were all trying to speak to me at once over one another. Is this what it’s like? I really am wishing I wasn’t a goddess right now~! How do the others handle it?!

I reached out through the universe to latch on to my beloved Luster Dawn. ‘Lusty, please, tell me how the gods dealt with the voices of worshipers!’ I pleaded as I got sloshed around by Jimbo’s delicious dick thrusting in and out of the minx’s tight hole and into my slime, which sucked at his breeding stick both to help distract from the bombardment of voices and because Jimbo’s cock and cum are tasty.

‘Make a shrine?’ Luster casually and bemusedly responded. Okay, that’s sensible, but what would qualify for a shrine to Freedom, Souls and Force? Images of the Statue of Liberty came to mind, but that just made me scoff. Sure, yeah, how about no? Murica, Fuck Yeah, is so mislabeled. I’m not an anarchist, but I kinda am. I need something more spiritual, less tied down to a place or strict rules.

I was distracted by Jimbo gushing his delicious purple fruity semen and I absorbed it eagerly. I shuddered, wishing I could take his eggs right now, but that’d be both irresponsible and giving in to this rampant lustful desire to procreate. I can do that later. I then had a burst of inspiration. If I’m going to have shrines, I can’t have them rooted in place, that’s anathema.

My ‘shrines’ should be places that people desire to go, wherever they may be, whatever form they may take. They should be in places either close to the heart or put the mind and soul at ease. I reached out into the universe and willed this. I felt countless beacons suitable to this purpose ping and this build-up of power I’d barely noticed relaxed.

I nearly fainted from the relief of both the voices and the Force I’d been retaining unwillingly being spread across the universe. Most of the places the Force rooted me to as ‘shrines’ were places where nature and tranquility ruled. Places of quiet and solitude. Places that people who are sick and tired of the world around them naturally seek out to be Free of the pressures of society, to heal the Soul, to seek on a subconscious level, peace within the Force.

The fact that this included nearly every womb in the universe made me smile. This meant women were naturally inclined towards my Aspects. I blame my lovers showing me the wonders of unbirthing and being a Belly Pet for this development. Heh. I’m so tired.

I allowed myself to disperse my consciousness across the universe in sleep.