Pirate Bebop

Ch.60

“Brennie?” The dracowolf cyber-slime snapped out of her musing and rubbing her abs when Vinnie and Visi approached while also rubbing their stomachs. “Do you feel...empowered in your uterus?” Visilia questioned in bemusement and Brennie nodded.

“Huh, you think this might be Jane’s doing?” Vinnie theorized.

“It feels like her.” Brennie hummed as she wiggled, enraptured by this pleasurable feeling they are experiencing together. “But...I worry about Jimmy.” She admitted to her wives.

“Jimmy? I’m sure his actual name is James, people just call him Jim, Jimbo, now Jimmy. Why does everyone or rather, people with certain tastes, call him by a nickname?” Visilia asked with her eyebrows wiggling. “Do I need to add someone else to the harem? From descriptions, he’s more than worthy of Urta and Penny’s Aspects.”

“Uh, we’ve never actually met him.” Brennie pointed out, but the extra steam rising from her metallic red membrane revealed she realized the implication.

“I think I did, kinda? I know Visi did through Jane.” Vinnie scratched her head. “I’m getting the distinct impression of a towering hunk of a white changeling with beautiful purple eyes and looks so jacked he could crush someone’s hand in his abs.” Visi nodded with a bite of her lip. “Woof, can’t wait to meet him in person! It’d be neat to see just how strong he is as Urta and Penny’s current successor.”

“I’m sure you mean that in the best ways.” Visilia tittered and the other two joined her in their naughty feminine lewdness. “Anyway, yes. My uterus feels far more powerful than before and I’m the Goddess of Fertility in the room. I think we may have tainted Jane with our unbirthing.”

“It’s not our fault that the womb is where most living entities subconsciously desire to return to according to that hack, Freud. Also, relaxing in one is one of the greatest ways to get some peace and solitude if you’re not being lewd about it.” Brennie rebutted before turning to Vinnie. “Hey, non-sequitur, but I just had a ponder. If I’m like an Arcanine and you’re like a Jolteon, why aren’t Kevin, Edward and Rico like other Pokemon?”

“To be fair, our pokemon-like traits are more apparent after we became feminine...maybe we should have the guys take a quick hop over the fence to see if they have pokemon traits.” Vinnie mused curiously and Visilia rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to escape before you drag me into this. Two horny poke-girls is enough for me.” Visilia then fled when the duo gave a playful chase with fire and electricity launching at her.

🎺

My awareness returned to my body, feeling replenished in ways I never thought imaginable. Shortly after I scattered myself across the universe in rest, the billions of suitable places to act as shrines attracted those nearby who sought out personal peace, expression or a will to act on the universe around them and frustrated at a lack of means.

Suddenly, the Force, me, was everywhere and nowhere. Heh, well, I’m here, in a naughty human woman’s womb. My power, though, was shared across the universe for those with the Force of Will, the Spirit of Soul or the desire to seek personal Freedom. I know this might bite us in the asses later, but I can’t not do this. It was the right thing to do.

I sloshed around in Tanya’s womb and heard her moaning. I pressed at her cervix urgently and I felt her move before stilling. I took that as the que to leave her. She was wailing in orgasm when I began emerging, the young unsettlingly child-like young woman was spasming as I reformed with Midna, the Twili Gabliani, helping keep the human still. “I’d ask you to do that for me, but considering I popped out eggs like a rask when Jim came in me, I better not.”

“I think yer right.” I chuckled as the human cooed.

“That was amazing. Best sex I’ve had in a while.” Tanya told me as she sat up weakly. “I think I might be ready to go for kids.”

“Who’s?” Midna asked with a poke. “I’ve figured out weird tricks with this magic I'm using.”

“No pseudo-dicks.” Tanya stated with a deadpan.

“I wasn’t really wanting to talk about more sex.” I stretched to help set my membrane and then looked around. Besides Delbert diligently ignoring most of the room and running experiments in his little lab, it’s just the three of us. “I mean, I did just grant the Force to the universe. I’m feeling both immensely satisfied with myself and hungry. I’m going to go to the bathroom, pool in the tub, then drink from my flask of Jimbo’s endless cum like I usually do.”

“Okay, we’re two days out from our destination I think.” Minda told me before she floated off to mess with the rocks Delbert had.

“Yep. I have nothing to do today since it’s a rest day after the debrief from the action. I’ll take a bath in you.” Tanya hovered after me and I shrugged, ignoring Delbert’s indignant voice and Midna’s giggles of mischief as I led Tanya into the bathroom.

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Jester huffed while she sat in the living room looking down at herself, struggling with her out-of-sorts biology. Quedia and Bask were out on a Date, a proper date. They left her alone with this issue. Quedia has been teasing her for weeks now with only a few releases. Each time they used protection, leaving Jester deeply unsatisfied despite the overall satisfaction.

The Mirage frame touched her groin, which had her male organ put away right now. She fingered herself and silently panted and groped her engorging breasts. They started swelling after the first time she and Quedia had sex. She was rapidly starting to resemble Ivara Prime, but that couldn’t be right. She’s not a Prime, she’s just a mass-produced model with a variant chassis infused with traits from several other Warframes.

However, she knew that she was desperate to breed. However that came about. She wanted Quedia so damn much, but Bask was cute and he treated her with so much respect, she felt so flattered and happy with him around. It was a strong thing to compare with Quedia’s dominant and powerful demeanor. On one hand, she’s treated like a servant, on the other, she’s treated like a lady. Her kinks were being so fulfilled just by being around them~!

“Mmph~!” Jester muffled into her mouthless mask and panted after she came from flogging her pussy so damn hard she soaked the loveseat cushion with her grool. When she pulled her sticky-threaded fingers from her plump puss, she noticed some of her metal bits were turning into gold beskar, the mark of a Prime. “Hmph?!”

Jester watched as the rest of her body began the same metamorphosis and then she squeaked when her breasts surged forth in size to match the Golden Age physique. She panted and groped her new epic tits in bemusement, tweaking her thimble-sized nipples moments before the door opened and she froze when Quedia and Bask entered to see her.

“My, my. It seems my little strumpet has become my big strumpet. Bask, be a dear and keep her occupied as I wash off my perfume.” Quedia casually ordered and she cupped his groin, making him jump a bit before she sinuously slinked towards the bathroom.

“W-well, I guess it’s official then. Pardon, but our lady’s demands are not to be defied.” Bask calmly began unbuttoning his shirt and Jester’s face split open to reveal her mouth had softened into gentle lips, but she still had her sharp teeth behind them.

“B-Bask. Please. I need to breed. You or Quedia, I don’t care at this point, breed me~!” Jester pleaded, her voice lacking the mechanical flange it used to have.

“Hm~.” Bask hummed before his pants dropped to reveal he had a rather modest member for a dragon. To that respect, it was still over a foot long. He approached her before presenting his half hard red manhood. Jester eagerly grasped it and watched him grow with her attention to it. The deceptively sized dick turned out to be over two feet when fully turgid! He was a grower, not a shower! “Thankfully Quedia has assured me that such a size is not too much.”

“Thank you, Mother Urta. I take this glorious phallus into me with aplomb and pray to you for many children.” Jester intoned to her creator and opened her new soft lips, sucking the glans in as she began fingering herself again.

“It’s odd to hear someone praying to the Old Gods, but that was hot.” Bask admitted before he grabbed Jester’s legs and lifted them towards her head, curling the flexible woman into a breeding press, making her blush hotly. “Now, now. I can’t give you what you want through your mouth.” Jester’s heart fluttered before she relinquished control to this gentledrake.

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I don’t like being trapped. That’s the opposite of Freedom, after all, but at least the company is nice. “So, yer Nexus’s wife?” I asked the total warrior who easily mirrored Khorgan for being a buff busty babe. Since Nexus was the only goddess in her marriage, it was easy to forget her lovers in the grand scheme of things aside from the things they’ve done for the universe.

“Damn straight. She ripped my xenophobic homophobic bone out of my chest and replaced it with love. I would then go on to become one of the greatest badasses of my time in the name of protecting my home galaxy and my loved ones. Now I’m just a shadow on the wall, waiting to rip out some tracheas.” Ashley Feell glibly replied as she bathed in me. This tub may not magically extend, but the jacuzzi is big enough for several people.

“Ah~.” Tanya yawned as she floated on me.

“Then there’s the fact that you’re engaged to marry the Old Gods, Jane?” Amelia questioned as she rubbed my goo into her fur, cleaning up the stink she built up from her exercise.

“Well, the Old Gods don’t do formal engagements it seems. They’ve basically decided I’m their new waifu and I’m not gonna resist being married to a ton of absolute sexy beasts.” I shrugged and looked at Jimbo. “Knowing them and the fact they’re already married to Urta, I’ll bet they’ll jump yer bones ASAP my sexy hunk~.” I fluttered my eyes at Jimbo and he rubbed his neck.

“I have Amelia. I’m not so needy that I need more than one lover. It’s been rather intense with Midna and Tanya and while fun, I don’t know if I’m cut-out for being part of a massive harem.” Jimbo said and I mewled unhappily. I hope he’ll change his mind, he’s too much of a stallion to be left to one gal. He might break her on accident if he doesn’t have enough outlets. It’s partly why krogan guys for instance avoid getting into relationships with ‘weaker’ species.

“Just me?” Amelia chuckled as Jimbo’s shadow pouted behind him. “Jim, I can barely handle you by myself.” Knew it! “At least consider it. While I love you, I find myself utterly drained after our lovemaking and too much over time would be bad for my health.”

“Yes! Talk sense into him! I’m not gonna let him go after he rocked my world!” Midna shouted from Jimbo’s shadow, even wrapping his shadow’s arms around his thick chest.

“Hold on, let me coax him~.” I purred and Jimbo groaned when I used my slime to begin kneading his lower abs and trying to get his delicious dick to emerge. “C’mon~. Give me that sweet, fruity cream~.”

“You minxes.” Jimbo groaned when Tanya floated over with her legs spread and her fingers spreading her quim.

🎺

“Yes, that’s great. Thank you for the heads-up.” Jet hung up and sighed while he made a text announcement and sent it through the fleet alert to let everyone know the first shipment from the Folly was on its way. It was a single old carrier stuffed to the gills with old decommissioned droids and fighter-class ships. Add that on to the army of Zerg fodder Luster Dawn was cooking up and soon enough they’d have an army of disposable troops.

The fewer people they lose, the better. Jet didn’t like this tactic, it felt inhumane, but the Zerg drones had as much individuality as ants, that is to say: none. The droids they’d be using also didn’t have souls, so there was no loss when one was destroyed beyond the resource they provided.

However, that only covered the ground-pounders and role-filling needs of ships respectively. The key field of power in this era wasn’t just the tonnage of a ship: it was the size and skill of the Mobile Suit regiment assigned to said ship. Yes, a droid could pilot a mobile suit, but unless they had a soul and advanced sapient cognition, they’d be a waste of resources.

That meant every mobile suit they field would have a real person in the cockpit, meaning Jet still had to cope with the fact that he was fielding a proper army. At least the gruntwork segment would be filled with acceptable losses instead of soul-crushing devastation. “Hey sweetie.” Jet groaned in relief when he felt his girlfriend’s mismatched hands kneading his shoulders.

“Hello Eris.” Jet sighed as he wondered how a salty dog like him ended up with a goddess? He lost many to his job or those who ran out on him over the years. It was part of why he turned to spiritualism and started a bonsai hobby, which was vastly easier to do in this era compared to its origins in Japan on Earth. “Have any sage Time Goddess advice for me?”

“Chill, don’t stress, let the pro’s input guide you. Just be the salty dog you always are and things should be fine.” Eris then slithered around him to sit on his lap sideways with her arms around his neck. “Also, pamper your goddess girlfriend and she’ll reward you, handsome.”

“Wiser words may never have been said.” Jet chuckled and picked her up to go watch some noir films with his beautiful lover. They’re stuck waiting for Jane’s return, anyway.

🎺

An old temple door opened where UnSC forces dug up a Terran cultural site. All of the guards went on alert since none of the archaeologists could figure out how to get in it for decades. Those eggheads were backing up from the door, which meant it wasn’t their doing. After they cleared away, a tiny figure with brown robes covering most of it walked out.

It was small, had green skin and looked very much like a gabliani, but with deep black eyes. It waved it’s hand out and they all fell into a deep sleep.

“Force, reawakened, it seems.” The tiny man said as he walked with his cane to a ship. “Find the vergence, I must.” The ship took off at full speed into deep space.

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“So, now that we’ve gotten that silliness out of us, I’m worried about Jimmy.” Brennie huffed after she’d pinned Visilia in a tub that she’d conveniently fled to, causing the two of them to splash into it with Vinnie jumping into the pool of their mixed slime, which was the same metallic red, so it was almost like it was one continuous pool instead of two different fluids.

“Why?” Visilia asked as she groped Brennie’s pregnant boobs and the dracowolf slime moaned.

“B-because he’s not used to having god-like powers and according to Marcus’s report sent ahead, he got manipulated, like Urta. This means the UnSC will frame him and the Legacy as traitors.” Brennie answered with a stuttered breath, enjoying the attention her wife is giving her bosom, which was incredible with the eggs bouncing around in her breast-wombs.

“So? They already are.” Vinnie pointed out when she surfaced from their goo. “You know, I’m getting kinda jelly of how jelly you two are now. The only reason I wouldn’t go for it is because I like my ship alt.”

“Vinnie, please don’t derail the conversation.” Visilia requested, but kept kneading Brennie’s boobs. Brennie panted and eagerly pressed her chest into her wife’s hands. “However, your worries have merit, but it seems Jane can counter it. When she gets back, hopefully she can tell us how to resist this vile compulsion. Now, how are your pregnant boobs doing, dear?”

“Oh, so good~!” Brennie moaned and her pregnant boobs expanded along with her belly, both six meters in diameter. Soon, her nips were squirting out thick creamy goo from Visi’s ministrations. “Mm, yes, milk me~!” Brennie wailed as her body absorbed her limbs and half-sunk into the pool of slime.

“Okay, I’m really getting turned on by all of this. Is it okay if I go find Rivala and-?”

“No!” Brennie and Visi barked. “If you go goo too, then the three of us will be too damn horny all the time to think without someone able to keep their head out of their groin.” Visilia insisted urgently and Brennie nodded her head from where it stuck out of her bubble of a womb.

“But I feel like I’m missing out! Ever since you took the plunge, Visi, I’ve been wondering if it’d be great to finally go goo and relish in the hedonistic life of a slime. Besides, maybe Brennie still has her Alts. Could you try? See if being a cyber-slime hasn’t robbed you of them?” Vinnie pleaded with her wife and battle-sister, her optics going all shimmery puppy-dog.

“Fucking-fine! After this, we’ll go out and see if I can still transform!” Brennie growled in frustration, making the other two flinch from her sudden outburst and shuffle away from her.

“...I’m sorry, I know you don’t like it when someone requests you to transform into your Alt.” Vinnie wilted at how easy it was to get the dracowolf cyber-slime upset. Brennie never once used her Alts or showed them. It annoyed her to no end when some people asked her.

“We’ll...leave you be.” Visilia sighed as she gathered up her slime and pulled Vinnie away. She didn’t want to leave Brennie alone, but it was for the best to avoid more blowups.

Once gone, Brennie relaxed herself into her very slime until she felt a kick within her womb. “Oh, Pandora!” She couldn’t believe she forgot about her Belly Pet! “Hng~!” Brennie grunted as she felt that noodle crawl her way out, but she also felt a lot bigger. She was pregnant, too! “Oh~!” Brennie came when Pandora popped out of her snatch, her belly and breasts just as big as the sexy goo bitch. Only possible thanks to magic and the malleability of slime.

“Ah, finally~.” Pandora crooned as she crawled her way up to Brennie’s side, their bellies rubbing against each other. “Sorry, but it was getting cramped in there.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t become slime like me. How?” Brennie blinked in confusion.

“Brennie, my dear loving Mistress, you forget that I’m Chaos. I can outright ignore the changes that happen to you. Whether by choice or in the heat of the moment.” Pandora answered before nuzzling Brennie’s cheek with a smile. “So, why are you still hung up on that whole Transforming thing?”

“It feels like I’m being forced to do something for the entertainment of others. Being treated like nothing more than a toy.” Brennie lamented as she held on to Pandora, like her life depended on it. “Plus they blew it out of proportion and ruined it for me.”

“Aw, poor thing.” Pandora cooed while giving her Mistress head-pats to keep her calm.

“Do you wish for worship?” The leader of Brennie’s clan of rask worshipers asked when he led his flock into the bathroom and the two goddesses nodded eagerly.