Pirate Bebop

Ch.64

“Since when did Visi have an action figure collection?” Brennie asked while looking at still-sealed packages of action figures, specifically from the ‘DOOM Deniers’ animated series which was a mostly child-friendly rendition of the adventures of the DOOM Marines with most of the gory details downplayed and the raunchy bits left cleverly implied so only adults understood them. In her hands was a Berserker figure that was eerily accurate to her original form.

“Not a clue.” Vinnie shrugged it off as they killed time browsing Visi’s Inventory for a bit. Brennie was putting it off, Vinnie didn’t want to push her when she was already so close to finally revealing her Alts. Curiosity has killed her for thousands of years! Also, the alicorn’s Inventory was a rare thing for them to be in. The action figures were neat, but Vinnie was more interested in the comic book collection, specifically the raunchy stuff that detailed some of their sexcapades extensively. She was going to have to ask to borrow these sometime...

“I mean, look at all this stuff! I never imagined Visi would have action figures in here, for instance. The armory of weapons and armor, yes, but actual toys beyond the sex toys. Oh! She even collected the entire first edition of the DOOM 2016 toy models! I knew we loved her for more than just her looks and personality. She’s secretly been a total nerd the whole time!” Brennie gushed excitedly. “We’ve gotta rope her into gaming more often.”

“I agree. My fuck that was hot.” Vinnie muttered with a blush and she rubbed her thighs together at the incredible depiction of Wiatr’s ascension. “I wish I was there for it.”

“There for what?” Brennie peered over her shoulder and choked. “How did they find out about that?! I didn’t even get to see it because those sand witches pissed me off and I wasn’t going to disarm.” Brennie grumbled and squeezed Vinnie’s ass. “Damn, if Kevin and I saw that, we would’ve wife’d Wiatr faster.”

“Really, Brennie? ‘Wife’ her?” Vinnie huffed in amusement and put the comic back in it’s protective sleeve, which had sticky stains on it, the source obvious. How many times had Visi fapped to this issue? The question made the not-a-Jolteon wet. “Before we get turbo-horny from our wife’s lewd comics, maybe we should finally find out if your Alts have been negatively tampered with by being a sexy slime.”

“Fine.” Brennie sighed sadly and put some distance between her and Visi’s collection. Never destroy a person’s collection or you crush their souls along with it. “Okay, here we go…” Closing her eyes, she concentrated on what sort of Transformation she should become.

“C’mon~ Brennie! I wanna see your sexy- *whir-woop-choo-che-chit!* -whoa!” Vinnie yelped when she found herself staring up at the Berserker; a heavily armored angular starfighter with so much firepower that instances where it appeared were considered myth! “So you were the ‘specter’ that saved the 501st legion at the Battle of Carthus Nebula!”

“Tell no one!” Brennie shouted over her loudspeakers bashfully, her red metal seeming redder.

“Alright~, but I’m the first to ride you.” Vinnie purred as she inspected this magnificent craft. “I should’ve known it was you. Who would be crazy enough to charge into and sometimes through enemy capital ships and emerge unscathed from it?” She giggled, looking over every nook and cranny of the aggressive starfighter. “How are your babies?”

“Scanning.” Brennie took a moment while her sister-wife checked out her turbolaser cannons on the nose, dorsal, ventral and forward-angled quad-wings along with the panels covering her extensive micro-missile batteries. Vinnie smiled when she found out how Brennie pierced through capital ships. Brennie has a sharp energy ram. No ship below frigate class can normally handle such a draining weapon. “Scan complete. My precious eggs are fine. It seems my slime is keeping them safe in their womb-bubbles even now.”

“Wonderful! Now we have to go find Rivala so I can join the slime side!” Vinnie eagerly declared as she poked at the cockpit canopy, which was heavily reinforced and wasn’t transparent, making it impressive that Vinnie spotted it at all. “After I go for a ride in you! Open up you sexy bitch! You’ve gotten to pilot me enough that I’m backlogged on returning the favor!”

“All aboard~!” Opening the cockpit, Brennie allowed Vinnie access inside and she got comfy. “Beginning synchronization~.” Brennie cooed before a massive metal dildo shot up from the seat into Vinnie’s quim and her wife howled with joy.

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“I don’t think this is too useful, Yoda.” I hummed as I balanced on a finger on top of a sharp metal spike without it piercing my membrane. The ease with which I accomplished this bemused me. I never tried it before, but despite my body’s voluptuous frame, I had no issue finding my balance and using the Force to keep me adhered and stationary atop the spike safely.

“Fun.” Uri uttered where she too was doing the same. If I didn’t have powerful platonic feelings for her, seeing the black beauty contorted in such a way would have had me enthralled. The fact my sexy self was in a similar position made me glad we were in a private training room.

“Hm, inherently skilled, you both are. Not counting innate species traits, predisposed to instinctive Force channelling, you are.” Yoda commented as he walked around us. “Traditional methods, ineffective they seem to be for you.” He looked to where that hot stone babe was doing the same exercise, her I had no issue perving on, but she was having trouble. “My student, however, practice she must.”

“H-hey. I’m bigger than you and I’m new to this.” The towering stone gargoyle gal huffed as she struggled to stay balanced on her own spike. Thankfully she was more durable than actual stone, so her mistakes didn’t lead to injury, just damaged pride.

“Big.” Uri unhelpfully uttered after she and I flipped to our paws and straightened our clothes.

“She means she’s twice the size of a standard luna-class moon, so she’s used to knowing how to move. She’s only this small because of that hot collar.” I spanked my friend’s yoga shorts-clad booty playfully and she preened. Hey, I can be handsy and platonic at the same time! Cool! I thought that whole ‘grab-ass’ thing jocks did in sports was weird, but I kinda get it now.

“Phenomenal, the species of this era are. Meditate I must on new training, that is all for today.” Yoda’s words were punctuated by the gray gargoyle in a matching pair of yoga shorts and sports bra falling over with a relieved groan.

“Hungry.” Uri blandly informed me and she side-hugged me as we left the training room.

“I should drink from my flask too, I’ve gotta donate slime to the fleet’s rations.” I agreed and retrieved my flask from my cleavage. “Hey~.” Only for Uri to nab it and take a quick swig.

“Fruity.” Uri’s eyes widened and she began chugging, so I shook my head with a roll of my eyes.

“I’ll want that back, ya know.” I snorted at my friend before I squeaked when a hand grabbed my tail and Uri paused with me, both of us looked back to see Marcus with his hands on both our tails. “Oh, hi Mark. What’s-?” I perked when he wrapped his hands around our waists and pressed our breasts together with Uri and I facing each other. “Uh....”

“Okay.” Uri kissed me and my platonic friendzone was blasted into the romantic bonezone. I made out with Uri desperately as Marcus chuckled and carried us away.

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“So you’re a demon?” Amelia asked the wolf as she went over battle plans that had been drawn up for some of the systems the rebellion wanted to target. She was making several notes on how best to combat the UnSC and Corpus because she had training with one and experience against the other. This was more of an advisory role she’d been given and not exactly on a time crunch, so she decided to get to know the wolf Jane had ‘birthed’ in the comfort of her room.

“I guess. I’m clearly the same kind of shadow creature Midna and Ashley are, but aside from vague memories I don’t know who or what I was before Jane gave birth to me.” Link replied in uncertainty with Midna happily snuggled in her lap and nuzzling Link’s bosom through the wolfess’s hoodie. Link had promptly taken to wearing a tight black hoodie and jean shorts the moment she had wardrobe options.

“Don’t worry! Fama Midna will take care of you~!” Midna cooed happily into the sweater puppies of her fluffy new friend and surrogate daughter.

“That’s nice, but if you could figure out how you knocked up Tanya with her, that’d be great.” Amelia commented while she continued working on her suggestions for scenarios and special forces. What the Argentines knew before her arrival was both impressive yet lacking, so she had a bit of work cut-out for her in patching up the holes.

“Well, I have no clue. I don’t have a dick, we had lez-bean fun, but that shouldn’t allow it.” Midna shrugged and turned around, sitting down and using Link’s boobs as a headrest.

“Well, you are a warp god, maybe you used a dream?” Link suggested as she idly began braiding Midna’s orange hair, making the goddess smile and help gather up her rather excessive hair for the wolfess to put in order.

“I think I’d remember a dream with someone as sexy as you in it. It must be more instinctive than that.” Midna hummed and Link nodded in acceptance as she threaded the bright locks of hair together with surprising speed.

“Maybe you two should ask Tanya, since she was the one who initially would’ve given birth to Link.” Amelia suggested and then tutted at the assumption that there weren’t unique one-offs of the Rodi like the Labrys everywhere. Labrys may have been a pre-production prototype, but there were plenty of unique Rodi mobile suits in UnSC service custom to the pilot.

“Good idea. I want to meet the woman who would’ve been my mother. The memories I have of knocking her up metaphysically are still fresh and powerful.” Link blushed and hugged her fama to her chest a bit closer, squishing them around Midna’s head and making her sigh at the smooshy boobie heaven her neck and ears were being treated to.

“I’m afraid Tanya is busy acting as the liaison between our Mobile Suit divisions and our new ally’s similar units. She’ll be back tonight. The Legacy may be in drydock, but I’m not moving out of my quarters unless repairs are needed up here.” Amelia replied while she smiled in schadenfreude that whoever had to deal with the tiny terror was going to suffer a bit.

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A human this small and underage-looking should not be this imposing. “Do I have your attention?!” The blond floating human demanded like the ultimate drill sergeant.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” The Argentines weren’t used to short powerhouses like this woman. She exuded menace like an Empyreal!

“Good! Now, as annoying as this is for all of us, you’re all going to get along like best friends in basic! Potential fucking included! Now, do you have your designated battle buddy?!” Tanya the Terrible, as the ex-UnSC pilots referred to her as, demanded with continued fervor.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” The towering Argentines each had a scrawny local paired up with one of them. They were going to train with them and get used to each other’s equipment, combat tactics, the works. The fact the locals were far more varied than the Argentines physiologically was going to be interesting. While the Argentines didn’t practice eugenics or racism, they did prefer to put demons and other hardier species in the military over squishier races.

Wing-Commander Baptiste, a seasoned Tartarus Thestral, wasn’t so sure he felt comfortable with this human woman, barely half his height, being his wingmate. She certainly had the willpower and the magic potency, but for all that, he could barely imagine her tiny body being able to withstand maneuvers the Argentines used routinely.

Fuck, half of these locals looked like they’d snap like twigs if they even attempted an aborted barrel maneuver. Inertial dampening be damned. “Good! Now, since this is our first day, you’re going to spend it together with your new best friend. Get to know them or gods willing, I will shove a rifle up your ass and pull the trigger! Dismissed!” The crowd of soldiers, locals and veteran Argentines with decades of combat under their belts, fled, leaving Baptiste with her.

“Normally we do a parkour course that requires teamwork to start off.” Baptiste informed his new companion, only for the young woman to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, sure, rivalry breeds competitive team-building, but it also drives a wedge between those with fragile egos. Opening up this way, then putting them through the grinder results in more consistently stable wingmates.” Tanya replied and then hovered out of the large training chamber towards the exit and Baptiste followed. The red and black demon thestral was easily three times her size in mass, yet she casually levitated to be head-height with his 8 foot stature.

“Competitive team-building?” He asked her in confusion and Tanya realized a glaring difference in the Argentine’s culture. They see it as comradery, a way to build each other up.

“Ah, so you’re not stuck with tribalistic mindsets like the majority of species in our dimension. Whatever, this will still help my worthless sacks of shit adjust to your far superior walls of meat.” Tanya shrugged and led Baptiste to a lounge where several of the newly-paired people were either awkwardly or enthusiastically chatting in moderate privacy.

“Patience. We just need to be patient with one another.” Baptiste assured and Tanya scoffed.

“Patience is for sages, monks and old people. Now, spill, are you married?” Tanya promptly demanded as if it was a casual question.

“Uh, no. Single.” Baptiste answered awkwardly, since the reason for the question was obvious.

“Good, that makes the potential grab-ass we might get up to later less awkward. Now, what’s your favorite color?” Oh boy...

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Marcus dropped the frantically kissing and groping duo on his bed with a victorious grin. Jane and Uri were frigging each other with a desperation that was adorable. They couldn’t even wait to get into a private room before they dug their hands into each other’s yoga shorts and started fingering one another. “I just knew that wasn’t a platonic connection between you two.”

“Nyuh~! Uri! Ah!” Jane was overwhelmed by Uri’s superior strength and found herself pinned to the bed with her yoga shorts torn open at the groin and the dragoness’s tail cramming deeply into her quim. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me~!”

“Yes!” Uri panted and Marcus took a seat at the desk to watch the explosion of desire he’d set off. He wasn’t as ridiculously horny as his sire, but he was raised in an oversexed environment by sexy people around sexy people. His siblings were similarly deviant, but at least he and they never went as far as their parents, aunts and whatnot.

“Marcus? I’m surprised you’re-oh wow.” Luster Dawn entered the room with her horn shimmering, meaning she likely used magic to track him down for something. “Um, Marcus, I have an important development to show you, but...wow.”

“Yeah, I know.” Marcus chuckled as Jane keened in orgasm and kept trying to return the favor, but Uri was determined to drive Jane insane with pleasure and kept easily rebuffing her attempts to get at the dragoness’s own soaked slit. “I’m not exactly in a stable relationship, but I always enjoy seeing someone I’m involved with find someone they click with even more.”

“That’s mature of you.” Luster Dawn commented as she hovered over to him to float at head-height, like she was sitting in midair at chair-level with him. “So, I guess talking about business isn’t okay right now?” Luster asked sheepishly while rubbing her thighs together and watching the black beauty dominate the silver slime with ease.

“We can do both.” Marcus suggested to her with a shrug. “I mean, Jane and I did it. Even though you two are gonna get married to my parents. Still, what sort of developments did you want to show me?” He asked the deeply flustered Luster, who pouted hard at him. “...Wait, you wanted to do me, too?!”

“Dude, you’re huge. Not just your dick. You’re basically your dad in all the best ways and he’s hot both as a guy and as a gal. I’d have to be dead to not wanna bang you.” Luster Dawn huffed and blushed when Jane hysterically began chanting Uri’s name and begging to somehow be bred by the dragoness. “However, at the same time, I’m a bit not in the mood right now. No matter how aroused I’m getting, I’m not in the right headspace.”

“Ah, the ‘work-killed’ anti-boner. I know that agony. You want to get off, but you don’t feel like it. It’s a shitty place to be.” Marcus commiserated with the beautiful mare and idly thought of the irony that the overly sexy Zerg who had an affinity for using maykr wings and leg-tendrils along with wearing a bikini top and bottom everywhere, was currently cunt-blocking herself.

“I know, but at least it’s because I’m more excited about my work than-.” Jane shrieked and then began pooling into an insensate puddle of fucked-out silvery slime on the bed as Uri began cramming said goo into her sodden snatch, grinding her breasts into the puddle as she fed her hungry kitty with as much as she could. “Fuck that’s...damn it. Can’t do it. Anyway, I solved the logistics issue of my forces, at least in troop transport and air support.”

“What might that be?” Marcus asked as he wrapped an arm around Luster’s thin waist and she blushed as she let him pull her onto his lap with her hands on his uniform-covered pecs and looking up into his face with an adorably meek expression.

“I-I. Jane bought me a Harvester, I used him to make him into the template for the Zarv.” Luster pressed her bikini-clad boobs into his lower pecs and gulped. “My gosh you’re huge.” She bit her lip when he groped her nearly-naked booty, her pink-furred flesh squishing between his fingers just enough with the firmness beneath the healthy layer of fat. “Mar-mm.”

Marcus kissed the mare, because she’s beautiful and although he knew her as a little filly, she was a grown mare now and if she wanted and needed some attention, who was he to let something as unimportant as an age gap be the issue when he doesn’t age? “Yes!” Marcus looked aside to see Jane was pouring herself into Uri’s vagina, driving the beauty to orgasm as her belly bloated with the unbirthed slime.

“Hey~. Don’t ignore me now that you’ve got me all wet.” Luster Dawn huffed with a cute pout as she wrapped her six leg-tendrils around his waist while grinding her groin into his lap.

“Sorry. Now, where were we~?” Marcus grunted with a cheeky smile as he felt his pants being undone by the mare’s tendrils while her hands squeezed his pecs. “Condom?”

“Doesn’t matter. I can’t have babies, no matter how much I want them.” Luster sniffled and Marcus felt horrible for forgetting that for a moment. “Besides, you’d be helping me make more drones, so go bareback and help your lusty Zerg Queen breed her army.” Luster did a cheesy salute with a wink and stuck-out tongue.

“Yes ma’am.” Marcus chuckled and enjoyed her gasp when her tendrils fished out his two-foot bitch-breaker red-rocket that slapped the front of her body and snapped her bikini top’s strap. It wedged between her basketball breasts and poked at her lips, which she promptly used to suck on his glans and used her boobs to give him a titjob while her leg-tendrils wrapped around his similarly enormous balls in his Inventory.

“Mm~. Wow you taste good…” Luster mumbled and kept worshiping him as he relaxed. She gyrated her body against him until she rose up and began to take him in. “Oh~, I need this~...”