Pirate Bebop

Ch.67

“So, Jimbo, have they had any luck getting our suits separated?” I asked my sexy, hopefully future husbando up in the hangar of the Greek Galvanizer, one of the forge ships brought here from Devorak. She was mostly a giant molecular nanoforge in the center, based off of Nexus’s womb, but nowhere near as effective. If anyplace could figure out what’s up with our mechs, it was the eggheads on this ship with the aid of the gabs and rasks.

“Not yet. They may need us for that since even though the Argentines can activate most of the systems, it’s soft-locked to us.” Jimbo replied as he walked alongside me towards the lab where the Zaku Khan was being examined.

“Well shit.” I groaned with a blush knowing how that might go. “It must need both of us inside then, all trussed-up to each other again.”

“Oh, goodie.” Jimbo grumbled as he rubbed my back. “Sorry to inconvenience you.”

“Oh, no, I happen to enjoy it. I’m just embarrassed that it’s so awkward.” I replied before we entered the lab to see the Zaku Khan in its docking berth on the wall. It had raskvel all over it, providing info to gabliani, who then relayed the summaries to the scinoxes. “Heya, where’re we needed?” I asked the most important-looking scinox, because no way was a gab in charge.

“You two are the pilots right? You may have to get back inside your Combi-Mech and get a feel for it.” The Scinox replied as she looked over what the gab was showing her.

“Figured as much, let’s get this over with.” Jimbo said and I yelped when he picked me up, tossing me up onto his shoulder like I weighed nothing when I knew damn well I was hundreds of pounds. I got moist in the mons from being manhandled by the studly changeling as he flew us up with his powerful buzzing wings to the open cockpit. He moved inside and faced forward before putting me down with my back against him. “Initiate Mobile Trace System.”

“Initializing...confirmed, Combi-Mech pilots present. Activating Mobile Trace System.” I stayed still and let the nanomachine bodysuit wrap around us. This time, Jimbo didn’t have a boner, so it was less awkward. “Zaku Khan activated.” I stayed still when my POV changed to the Khan and the eggheads ramped up their examinations.

“So...ya here often?” I quietly muttered with mild amusement.

“Can we not? They can hear us.” Jimbo whispered and I had to fight a snicker.

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“Hm~!” Brennie grunted and panted out of her nose as she gulped the endless stream of Jimmy’s semen from the flask that was strapped to her face. It was time to let these rask eggs out so Luster Dawn could apply the gene therapy to them. When Brennie was asked how she wanted to do it, she decided she wanted to experience the mind-blowing explosive birth method she witnessed Jane and Rivala go through. So here she was: three 12-foot wide spheres and swelling, getting tantalizingly closer to detonation!

“Hmph~!” Visilia muffled from next to her, going through a similar experience, but she was much, much bigger than her wife, so full of eggs was she. Her breasts were 15-foot spheres gushing goo-milk, her body was 40 feet wide and growing with each gulp from her own flask. Brennie’s belly was swelling faster though, due to Pandora laying her eggs inside of her, meaning Brennie was going to easily double in size before she popped!

“It’s orgasmic, isn’t it? I’d like to experience this myself, but as you all know, I can’t have actual babies. Yet.” Luster Dawn hovered around the two growing broodmothers, trailing her leg tendrils on the taut and tightening membranes of the two baby bombs getting ready to go off in her hatchery, which was full of her drones preparing the spaces and process of applying the gene therapy, which has resulted in Hildra’s babies being much more intelligent and calm.

“Oh~! I can’t wait until I get my hands on Rivala so I can experience this too!” Vinnie panted and drooled as she groped herself at the sight of her pregnant wives cumflating themselves to burst with babies. “Any idea where she is?” Vinnie asked Luster, since she was Rivala’s mate.

“Normally she’s my Belly Pet, but with how involved my womb is in my work, that’s been sadly rare these days. She’s off floating around, doing her own thing since she doesn’t want to be stuck around my egghead rambling and doesn’t want to bug Jane when she’s so busy. She might be with Khorgan, getting to know our beefy mate.” Luster shrugged and Vinnie sighed.

“Mm~!” Brennie moaned into the flask and sucked harder when she felt a surge of eggs fill her womb. Pandora must’ve decided to open the floodgates, because now she was matching Visi in fundal height. Brennie orgasmed several times and almost passed out, but she kept quaffing the fruity cum, determined to experience the end result wide awake. She could see the eggs through her membrane now, having stretched so thin around her ‘amniotic’ slime and the eggs that her opaque metallic red goo was transparent.

“Mm~! Mm~!” Visilia wailed through her nose, her own membrane similarly translucent when she breached 50 feet in diameter. She squealed in orgasm, chugging cum-. *Bloosh!* Brennie came at the sight of her wife exploding in slime and eggs, which safely clattered to the ground in a floor-covering puddle of the mare’s goo. Visi coalesced into her usual form with her panting and running her hands over her body amidst the small field of speckled eggs. “Oh~! That was amazing! I want to give birth like that from now on!”

“Fuck~!” Vinnie wailed, at some point having driven as many fingers into her puffy pussy as possible to frig herself to orgasm at the sight. “Go Brennie! Burst with those babies!” Vinnie cheered her on while Zasks began gathering up the eggs as the Creep on the floor, walls and ceiling absorbed most of Visi’s offcast slime.

She didn’t need to bother! Brennie was cumming every few gulps, her brain was turning to mush! She wanted to feel it, be aware of it! She didn’t have long before-! *Bloosh!* Ecstasy~! Unbridled ecstasy~! Everything is stars! Brennie came so fucking hard that it took the term ‘explosive orgasm’ so literally she might as well have dipped her soul into pure liquid fuck!

She came to what must’ve only been seconds later, but was a blissful eternity for her, groping her breasts and panting like the wanton breeding bitch she was even though slimes don’t breathe beyond to speak. “Holy fuck~.” Brennie decided there was no way she’d ever give birth the traditional way again if she could help it. “Best. Thing. Ever. Gotta tell Wiatr and the rest.”

“Fuck yeah.” Visilia panted from nearby and Brennie realized she’d been moved next to her wife and so she reached over, threading her fingers together with her love. “Brennie. I’m never going back to being flesh after that. It was too amazing.” Brennie nodded, she was won over.

Besides, Vinnie coaxing her to take her male form as a slime had already convinced her that being goo was too damn Sexy. If she reverted, she might end up handicapping herself, like what happens to Wiatr’s sister, Aventurine, when she downsizes any of her oversexed features. Poor girl, she has such reverse size envy for more petite figures only because it hurts to be smaller.

“Girls. I need to experience that! As soon as we find Rivala, I’m wishing to be a cyber slime like you two!” Vinnie declared when she entered their field of vision and helped them to their respective paws and hooves. “Now, we should leave unless we have more business with Luster. She’s in full-on mad scientist mode, cackling about ‘saving the rask race’.”

“Hold on.” Brennie huffed and slapped her abs. “Pandora, you okay? You didn’t show up when I burst.” Brennie wasn’t too worried, but for some reason, Pandora didn’t appear with the eggs when Brennie had popped like an oversized bubble with all of the eggs crammed into her body.

“Oh, yeah~.” Pandora answered with a sigh of satisfaction. “I’m beyond good. I should try that myself sometime, but machine-gunning out eggs from three places at once was epic too.”

“She’s fine. Okay, let’s leave and-are they?” Brennie blinked at the sight of Zasks carrying backpacks out of the Hatchery. “She’s distributing the cure to adults too?”

“Yeah, so let’s go rest in a room while you two wax poetic about how glorious being slime is.” Vinnie pulled her two red metallic slime wives away from the budding chaos as Luster Dawn laughed maniacally.

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“Whoa...holy shit.” Shekka huffed after being hit with the syringe a Zask jabbed in her arm. She put a hand to the wall and then clutched her brow with the other. The chaotic mess that was her mind began suddenly making sense. She shuddered and sat down to let the changes to her brain happen without her standing like a moron as the orange false-rask scurried off.

The world was suddenly patterns, as if she could see the mathematical formulas that composed reality. She looked at her red scaly hands, seeing shapes and textures she never imagined. She was worried she was just high, but eventually the experience settled in. She could see math! What the absolute fuck? Shekka stood up and carefully traversed the halls of the Bebop.

She could see the design in everything, she could tell instinctively what went where, why and how. She passed another rask, who paused and looked at her. “You too? Are you seeing math too?” He asked and raked his cyan fingers through his orange plumage as she nodded. “Holy shit. This is incredible. I need to lie down, though…”

“Good idea.” Shekka patted his shoulder and started for her own room, only to belatedly realize something. A cute rask boy mentioned lying down and her brain didn’t immediately seek to turn that into an opportunity to have sex. This revelation stunned her so much she barely realized she was in bed before it happened and she was cuddled up to Hildra. “You too?”

“Everything makes sense now…” Hildra whispered almost reverently and the lovers closed their eyes, hoping the universe wouldn’t be so overwhelming when they woke from their nap.

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Jane and Jim had been stuck standing as still as possible for hours. It was nearing dinnertime and both of them were bored to tears. Well, as bored as being plastered against a sexy person could be when neither of them could move. Jim in particular was having great difficulty not trying to put his hands on the wolfess stuck to his front. She tasted so good. Her emotions were so blatant and clear. This whole time she’s been a heady font of arousal tinged with boredom.

However, things immediately ground to a halt when a team of orange emotionless raskvel burst in and began jabbing the raskvel assistants with hypodermic needles! It was quick, seemingly painless, but then the victims began wobbling and looking high as fuck while exuding emotions of awe and confusion. The perpetrators were quickly apprehended by Argentine guards and scinoxes, but the swift assault squad had already jabbed all 30+ rasks in the lab.

“...That was unexpectedly quick. I think Lusty is going a bit mad with power if she’s forcing the cure on as many rasks she can get her drones to.” Jane commented uneasily as she wriggled against him, making Jim grunt at the pleasurable sensation. “MTS, deactivate!”

“Error, copilot is not the majority user.” Jane’s death-glare up at him almost made Jim get a fear boner along with the potent irritation and frustration she tasted like.

“MTS, deactivate.” Jim promptly echoed and the nanosuit pinning them together melted into the collection sieve of the floor, leaving them back in their normal clothes as the cockpit door opened. “What’s this about a cure?” Jim asked as they exited and before she could jump, he scooped her up by the waist, making her yip adorably before he flew them down.

“I’m slime, y’know.” Jane huffed cutely with her cheeks puffed up in a blush and he savored the happiness, arousal and Love coming from her up to the point she jumped out of his arms and approached the scinox scientist who had been in charge. “Okay, Luster Dawn just rather forcefully injected yer rask assistants with what I’m betting is the cure fer their ADHD and predisposition to sex.”

“Everything. It’s all interconnected. Everything.” The nearest rask, a pink-scaled and red-plumed male, uttered as if in the throes of a psychedelic journey. His emotions were awe through and through, no longer confused. The rest of the ‘victims’ were similarly in a ‘woke’ state and seemed unprepared to walk or function normally just yet.

“This is a rather intense shift for a single injection. I understand that Luster Dawn is a Zerg and thus has mastery over biology, but not everything is tied to the physical. She’s just caused a species of immense Taint to go in an opposite direction. There must be some form of repercussion for this.” The scinox scientist declared severely.

Jim was going to ask how that could manifest, only for portals to appear near the head of every Raskvel, and from them came...vibrant-to-dull colored fluffy raptor things without scales all under 3 feet tall? “Uh-.” Jim was suddenly slammed with an insane volume of emotions. These things were primal, simple creatures possessed by the simplest impulses!

However, they weren’t violent. “You wanna hump?” One of the nearest ones asked and they began to promptly attempt to fornicate with each other regardless of sex, but the scinox scientist gathered them up in a field of magic and then teleported them away.

“Oh no, not them.” The scientist bemoaned with exasperation.

“What are those things? They’re...nutty.” Jim asked in curious concern.

“Yinglets.” The scinox growled as if the very word was a curse.

“Oh no, I read that comic! Those poor things!” Jane declared with despair. “If fixing the Rasvel created them-!”

“They weren’t created, they were brought by this universe demanding some form of Taint to replace the Taint that had been snuffed out by bringing stability to the Raskvel so quickly. If Luster Dawn had taken her time and done this slower, we wouldn’t have horny little snail-eating rats to put up with now. You can leave, it’s not like we’ll be getting anything done for a few days.” The scientist stormed out while Argentines helped the gabliani gather their altered kin.

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“I hate my life.” Emelia muttered as she walked from the office to her home on Aiur II. “I hate my traitorous sister. I hate my job in ONI. I hate having to hide that I'm ONI. I hate pretending to work for the asshole CEO of the UnSC.” All of this was subvocalized so there was no hope of anyone hearing her rant. Her ‘hate’ for her ‘traitorous’ sister was only because now she had to pretend to ‘actually’ hate said sister.

Her fury was enhanced by the fact that the UnSC set her sister up. She was doing her job just fine, then some of the sleazeballs in the chain of command decided to use the same psionic suggestion device that sent Urta on a genocidal rampage on that poor bug-boy, James Hawkins. She’s just lucky her sister is still alive because he had better targets to attack.

The covcat huffed as she held up her omni-implanted left forearm to the door panel of her home and after a bleep, it slid aside and allowed her in. She then groaned and undid her top before her breasts bloomed back to their proper full size. Using subtle size-constraint magic like this was tiring unlike the standard method. The nipple pasties she’d had on to restrain her huge hooters fell away and the ONI agent fondled herself to get some feeling-.

“Agent BLACK BOX. Report?” A screen on her fridge asked and she went to grab dinner.

“Everything is progressing as anticipated. The UnSC bigwigs think they actually got the better end of the deal, hurting the Corpus so much by expending their disposable assets like they’d planned all along. Too bad for them they just wasted an ace in a game of high stakes poker.” Emilia grabbed the pre-packed dinner ingredients and tossed it into the food-fabricator. Only rich or privileged people get access to one, let alone own one. This was a rental unit.

“Site of potentials?” Her holo entertainment center asked when she moved past it towards her bathroom. The fabricator would take several minutes for the meal she requested, time enough for a brisk shower.

“They’ve all joined up and my spy drone was found by a Ghost, so I think Hunter is with them. Data was inconclusive for a full assessment of all assets present.” Emilia reported as she stripped naked. She then got into the shower, a combination of sonic and traditional shower. “Oh~.” Emilia groaned in enjoyment since her whole body vibrated along with getting water kneaded through her fur within moments and washing away the day’s grime.

“Risk is elevated. Make contact with a Ghost before they assume the worst of us.” Emilia’s mirror typed out as a camera in her shower zoomed in.

“I’ll try, but you know there’s never any guarantees with the Argentines.” Emilia groaned back before she shut the shower off. She was dry, as if she’d never been wet. Her sandy-gold fur was lustrous and perfect, without shampoo. If only the powers that be would let everyone have such wonderful shower units. She stepped out and admired herself in the mirror.

“Acknowledged, best to be on their good side at the least. New target: CFO Augustine Airrete.”

“Understood.” Emilia responded before she went across the apartment, still nude. She was so confined in office uniforms everyday, so whenever she was home in her secure space, she opted to be naked. Besides, while her unit was well climate-controlled, Aiur II was still a tropical world and she still felt stifled by the heat outside even in cool interiors.

She licked her lips when she opened the door of the food fabricator to see perfectly prepared lasagna. Her sister would scoff and call her out on ancient stereotypes, but fuck that. She’s a cat and she loves lasagna, who fucking cares if an ancient human meme called Garfield created the stereotype? She reached in and pulled out the full plate, enough for four people, but she could eat it all day and not-.

“Hello Emilia.” A feline Draconequus purred when he emerged from a small door on her countertop. “How was your day?” Emilia ignored him and sat down on the stool nearest as she grabbed a metal tumbler to begin milking her left nip into, filling it quickly with her cream. “I’ve scoured Hermais’ library, but the memetic locks are a bitch.”

“Shame. Milk?” Emilia casually questioned with a heft of her still dripping left breast and grabbing another tumbler since the first was already full. “Help yourself to the lasagna.”

“Thank you. The chaos noodle of secrets applauds you.” He said while cupping her breast and then suckling directly from her nip. Emilia closed her eyes, enjoying the intimate contact.

“You only have that title because Cocoa is stuck in Paradise.” Emilia pet his long body softly.

“I miss mama now.” He sighed and then dove inside of her breast, making Emilia pant and grunt in pleasure as her basketball boobs wobbled and bounced against each other. He moved within both of them as if they were one connected fluid mass like the reality-breaking entity he was.

“Nya~.” Emilia meowed happily and began groping herself to achieve a boobgasm. “Yes, more!”

“Careful, don’t forget you're descended from Sabrina. Too much interaction with a divine entity could turn you to slime. That would ruin your cover.” The nearby caff machine texted at her and she groaned in dismay.

“Right, oof. C’mon, out. I’m just lucky that because Amelia didn’t get her genes boosted, all the shenanigans with Jim hasn't made her into a slime before she turned traitor or I’d have been on a slab shortly after.” Emilia huffed and tried to focus on eating her dinner.

Meanwhile, her tits sloshed and wriggled, driving her to another boobgasm in short order.