Pirate Bebop

Ch.68

“Yinglets.” Visilia deadpanned.

“Yinglets.” Brennie confirmed with an amused grin.

“Yinglets!” Vinnie cheered excitedly.

“Why~?!” Rico wailed in dismay. “Those crazy sex-obsessed feminine fluffy rats!”

“They have gotten everywhere really quick, even in containment.” Edward sighed tiredly.

“They’re not that bad, guys.” Kevin reasoned with his battle-brothers. Yes, Yinglets are annoying, obsessed with sex to the point the males have as much fun together as they do with the females due to the drastic 7/1 ratio of males to females, are not strong, have the attention span of gnats most of the time...but they’re fluffy, funny and cute. Almost like pets.

“Regardless, what the Hell are we going to do with them?” Visi sighed in exasperation.

“I have no idea.” Vinnie said with a wicked grin.

“How much chaos can they make?” Brennie asked her sister-wife in amusement.

“Oh, it depends on how many of them have brains, their mental illnesses, gene issues and how big they are. Each and every one of the Yinglets are mutations on mutations. No two Yinglets have the same adaptations as the last, even parents are different almost drastically from their offspring. So imagine that much variation in a population that would love nothing more than to just keep breeding. Either they'll have mutations that make them sterile or just unable to breed without help if no one carefully selects who breed with who.” Vinnie chuckled while reading over her data pad. “But if enough dumb or smart ones get together, you’ll have a lot of high pitched screeching about to start on some scheme to get food, sex or shiny items.”

“Can we even manage that?” Edward questioned with some skepticism.

“Our Scinoxes have been gathering as much data on them as possible, so long as they stand still and try not to hump their legs.”

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“So...why can’t we just take a force of troops to Char, smash the Corpus, then smash Char and harvest its legendary mineral resources fer ourselves?” I asked Marcus the next morning with my hands on my hips. Last night quickly became known as the ‘Raskvel Renaissance’ and the ‘Yinglet Invasion’ was handled by the night shift while the sane portion of the population slept.

“The Corpus still has numbers on its side, while the UnSC has their hidden bullshit powers. We can’t attack both with the brunt of our forces and you certainly can’t protect everyone at once. So, two strike teams will insert themselves on each side. Your team will hit the UnSC, while my father’s will take on the Corpus.” Shit, Marcus was right: I can’t protect everyone from being manipulated by whatever mind trick the UnSC has at their disposal.

“Damn, okay. So, I guess we’re doing this with Warframe support? This sounds like the kind of stuff they were meant fer from what Luster told me.” I sighed and plopped onto the desk chair of his claimed room aboard the Bebop where I crossed my legs at the thigh and leaned back into the desk, causing my jean shorts to creak and my shirt to stretch over my tits. Marcus may be the allied Admiral/General, but he still slept here when planetside near the night cycle.

He had been down here chastising Luster Dawn for her rash actions and decided to stay the night. “Yes, you will have Warframe support. Ivara Prime is in charge and she has several dozen Warframes available for ops. They’re meant for infiltration and sabotage, however, so they won’t be facing Mobiles or down on open battlefields.” Marcus replied with his eyes on my thighs.

“I figured as much. At least the large ships will have their crews occupied by deadly suits of armor. That leaves us Mobile pilots and yer Atlans to handle the main enemy force. While ship-to-ship combat is still a major deciding factor, any such ship being swarmed by mobiles is doomed, so I hope the Argentines are prepared to field more mechs.” I said while using a hand to comb my long lustrous mane of hair out of my eyes. I need to stop subconsciously giving myself such long hair.

“Eh.” Marcus just gave a shrug.

“At least yer forge ships have churned out a bunch of Rodi suits, so we’ll have plenty of irregulars to make up the difference.” I sighed as I turned my mind to whatever it was Eris wanted with Char. Surely just multiplying our mineral resources by a factor of ten wasn’t enough. “Has anyone sussed out what Eris wanted with the Char system? She’s been sneaking around me, so I can’t even be tempted to peer into her soul to know.”

“Nothing yet, but she’ll tell us when the time is right.” Marcus responded reasonably.

“Well, since we’re so close and Murphy will have a harder time fucking it up for us, there’s an old Terran Weapon on the planet. It’s exotic compared to what both sides of our rebellion have experience with, so it’ll be a big help. Also, those sexy Scinox scientists will get a nice ladyboner over it. It’s been way too long since something really interesting came along for them.” Eris popped out of my cleavage to dump that info on us and I promptly gently shoved her back in.

“Speak of the devil and she appears. Welp, I guess we can’t just smash Char right away. Ugh, so how long before ya and the other big-brain people decide on a plan?” I leaned further back, ripping the middle of my shirt open over my tits, creating absolute cleavage and I clicked my tongue. I guess I need to go bigger to avoid that. Oh well, that’s what Quedia’s shop is for.

“We just did. You need to form your team.” Marcus declared and I whooped.

“Finally! I’ve already got Khorgan, Uri and Jimbo. Four-unit teams are standard, the rest have already assembled their teams, we just have to give them their orders and sortie. Let’s fuck to celebrate.” I clapped my hands over my mouth with a flush. “I did not just casually ask to fuck.”

“Freedom of Speech, so technically you did.” Marcus said with a cheeky smile, but at least he isn’t pouncing on me. Not that I wouldn’t like that...

“I-I meant ignore it!” I huffed and got to my paws. “We can have fun later, I still need to give everyone the news. What ship should we all report to fer deployment?” Why are my shorts pinching my hips? Did...they get wider? Why are my hips wider? I’m in my base form. Maybe it’s from having all those puppies and eggs. I’m subconsciously making myself more motherly and these are old clothes I had made when I first changed gender. “Oh, fuck. I’m fat!”

“No, you’re not fat.” Marcus retorted incredulously with his brow scrunched.

“What else would ya call getting bigger after having kids?” I huffed at him as I pouted down at my boobs, which were imperceptibly bigger than when I first went female. It wasn’t an issue until now since I kept getting new clothes from my older clothes getting wrecked. Like this in fact...

“Filling out your natural goods.” Marcus declared with his arms crossed and a nod of his head.

“...Okay, yew’ve earned some sex just now. Strip.” I tore my clothes off and licked my chops.

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“This is...phenomenal. I’ve never seen a non-droid perform such exacting equations. You’ve solved the gyroscopic error without even needing to run a CAD system.” The Scinox running tests on the raskvel following last night’s events declared with awe as she looked over the results of the tests.

“Thank you.” Hildra purred for the tenth time, the praise was starting to make her hot and bothered. Which was good, she still had a sex drive, but it took ten straight hours of work for her to get aroused just by praise alone when before that would’ve gotten her motor running instantly. No, most of the enjoyment of this was flexing her mind. It was like the physical pleasure derived from fixing stuff was now a deeper, more meaningful satisfaction.

“Considering you’re one of the few cyborgs of your race without neural amplification, this is beyond evidence that your species are now possibly the greatest innate engineers we Argentines have ever met.” The concealed demoness stated as she tapped away at her orange omni-tool screen.

“And for your medical report, my nethers are just now getting a bit puffy. That would’ve been immediate before the change.” Hildra reported with a pat of her lower stomach. She was so happy with this change. Before, she’d be a horny wreck begging to get fucked, now she’s fine even if she doesn’t satisfy this urge. Not being a slave to her body’s hormones was awesome.

“Yes, the ones participating in the sexual stimulation test such as Shekka have reported that they can still achieve physical pleasure with ease, they simply have to seek it instead of it forcing itself to the forefront of their minds at all times.” The scientist nodded and then looked down at Hildra’s booty-shorts, which was what the plain gray spandex turned into with this rask’s prodigious backside. “This is also good data since you’re one of the few herms too.”

“Yeah, Shekka and I went really nuts after we got pulled into a romantic unit.” Hildra chuckled and looked around the small room where she’d been cooped-up all night doing tests. “So, I’m not in any hurry, but when are we done? I’ve gone a surprisingly long time without using the bathroom. Or eating, actually.” Hildra was rather surprised to realize she wasn’t hungry.

“About that, Luster Dawn snuck in a nutrition efficiency mod. You won’t have to urinate or defecate more than once a day at most, a week at least. Along with only needing to consume 2000 calories every two days for your body’s energy needs.” The scinox informed her and Hildra blinked in surprise, then she paled.

“Wait, you mean if I try to eat more often, I’ll get fat?!” Hildra fretted, but the swaddled demoness patted Hildra’s shoulder in a surprisingly tender manner, considering Hildra observed her and others of her kind being almost saddeningly antisocial.

“No, of course not. Your natural goods could possibly fill out more, but that could also be temporary with how much your new metabolism prioritizes excess fat for fuel first.” The completely covered creature assured her and Hildra blinked as she processed this.

“...Are you flirting? I’m less aware of when I’m being hit on. I won’t say no, but mostly because I’m worried about you. The way your kind moves, the way you speak and avoid exposing even an inch of skin. I don’t know about your species, but for most that’s extremely unhealthy psychologically and physically. Also, are you all really purely female like Asari? Myth says you’re all secretly more attractive than any Asari and that’s why your kind hide yourselves.” Hildra rambled curiously while wagging her thicc cybernetic tail.

“Hm, you know what? I’ll leave that to your imagination.” The scinox teased playfully.

“Aw, okay. Thanks for assuring me I won’t get fat. Just know it’s a standing offer, for you specifically. You’re nice and I would like to be your friend at least.” Hildra blinked. “I just realized that most friends don’t offer to be a fuckbuddy. Huh, I can realize that now.” Hildra took the woman’s hand and rubbed her gloved knuckles. “What’s your name? Maybe we can hang.”

“Calax.” The Scinox answered with a warm tone, which surprised the sexy shortstack.

“Hildra, but you knew that. If you ever need a master engineer, a friend to talk to or even a fuckbuddy, call me up.” Hildra then jumped down to the floor, her metal paws clanking on the metal floor, leaving her four-foot tall head at the demoness’s stomach. “So, what next?”

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“Food!” Shekka cheered before she started chomping on Rivala’s legs, sucking the fairy’s slime into her mouth. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until she saw succulent slime!

“Kya~! Oh no~! I’m being devoured by a sexy shortstack~!” Rivala playfully squealed and wriggled as Shekka sucked on her legs, drinking freely-given excess slime. She was just flying around, to and fro on business. There were a surprisingly large amount of issues her wishes were needed to fix after Marcus requested it of her. She had to keep chugging Jimmy’s cum to recharge, but that was just a convenient excuse to taste his delicious semen.

“Mm~!” Shekka groaned as she devoured much more than her little body needed. The look of arousal also grew on the rask’s face as she ate. She’s been having sex all night, but Rivala was an Argent Slime Fairy, which meant aphrodesiac was now flooding her small body. Her Navel Pearl would prevent her hurting herself, but she felt a bit-.

“Whoa!” Rivala yanked herself free and watched Shekka’s tits blow up like balloons! The same was happening to her ass and thighs! “Shit! Shekka! I made you fat!” Rivala fretted and Shekka blinked as she found herself standing with massive tits already bigger than her keeping her upright! Her ass had also similarly expanded behind her, trapping her in place.

“Holy shit! Talk about a mutation! I wish all of the excess fat was gone.” Rivala gladly granted the wish, but Shekka blinked at still having basketballs on her chest! “Uh, I said all!”

“I guess your body doesn’t consider that ‘excess’. Just exercise it off or something.” Rivala hurriedly suggested in uncertainty.

“How?! With tits this enormous on my tiny frame, I can barely fucking move! At least with boobs the size of bowling balls I could function.” Shekka bemoaned as she groped her red chest. “I’ve gotta be the bustiest rask in the history of my species. We need to warn everyone not to overfeed us or let us overeat like that, but first, fuck me! I’m still horny from your slime!”

“Gladly!”

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“At last~!” Vinnie howled as she looked at her liquid gold goo hands. “Thanks to Shekka and Rivala having that SNAFU, I was able to find that wish-granting sex-fairy!” Vinnie cheered and then began waving an arm around bonelessly, giggling at her silliness. She was in her undersuit, ready to don her armor although she’d be in ship form. One must prepare for war.

“Hm.” Bryan, he was in his male form, hummed as he patted his faux-flesh cybertronian arm. He let Pandora take his slime in the caution of not having fought as a slime before. It was for more than safekeeping, it was so she could have fun with it. Although he missed being goo and felt out-of-touch with his new Sex Aspect, he had a clearer head and wasn’t taking the risk like Vinnie was willing to. Visilia was going to as well, refusing to give up her goo.

“Yeesh, get any more radiantly golden and people will think you’re the Goddess of Beauty.” Rico joked and Bryan glared at his battle-brother. Just because Dibella declared that Berserker was the epitome of ‘beauty’ he and the others loved to tease him about being her understudy.

“Shush, that’s Brennie’s job.” Vinnie winked at Bryan and he rolled his eyes. “Besides, Bryan, you really look less like an Arcanine than when you’re Brennie. Even if you kept Jane’s jewelry. Damn boy, how’d you make that look masculine?” Vinnie asked approvingly and Bryan puffed out his chest proudly. The silvery collar stood out on his extra-fluffy neck quite well and the ring for his dragon-braided ponytail oddly made him feel like a kung-fu movie star.

“Well, at least our factions can use the Rodi variant Mobile Suits. They suit our style and are actually mass-producible unlike the Atlans.” Kevin commented and Vinnie nodded in agreement. One key issue with the Atlans was because of their superior quality, they had dozens of parts that were not mass-producible with standard production means.

The fact the forge ships could practically stamp out Rodis like crazy in comparison to Atlans was a big boost to their starfighter squadrons since they use similar cockpits. Lower-quality to the Atlans they may be, but if mobiles like these were so easy to make, they might end up replacing the Argentine’s standard starfighters due to their modularity. No way were they going to field Rodis against actual Hell Titans, however. That was doomed to failure.

“Kevin.” Bryan said as he looked towards his younger brother. “Remember what I said?”

“...Nothing is impossible for Mortals and Monsters.” The fact that Bryan still upholds this sort of truth is astounding, because of how true it is. While the two may be different, they were more alike in so many ways. Everyone remembers how their nominated leader takes charge of situations, no matter how bad it looks, Bryan always seems to turn it around.

“Exactly. Building weapons that could mortally wound or kill a Titan will have to wait. For now, focus on what you two do best.”

“Kick ass, take names, kick more ass associated with those names. Don’t worry, we’re working with Ivara Prime and her Warframes to make sure the Corpus won’t be able to turn as much firepower towards the few ships we’re taking as they should.” Vinnie cheered and slapped Kevin’s ass, making him jump slightly and slap her ass back, making her giggle.

“Calm down you two, we have three days of travel for you to have fun.” Edward huffed, only for the two to raise eyebrows at him. “Oh, you’re going ahead of us? Won’t that be excessively dangerous? You’re not the Berserker of myth.” Edward’s concerned comment made Bryan blush. Thankfully he wasn’t the focus of attention, so they missed his moment of fluster.

“Yeah, no. The Warframes might not be affected, but you two will be. Without Bryan’s Lantern, we’re vulnerable to being corrupted.” Visilia reminded them of the greater danger at play. “So, we all move as one. No splitting up, never leaving the effective range of protection and destroying all within our path.” They all nodded their heads.

“Okay, then I better call Ivara Prime to let her know that op is scrapped. We’ll have to do it on arrival.” Kevin turned on his omni and walked towards the corner.

“Well, we have three days after we enter FTL, I’m gonna go make sure my rapid-response crew will be ready to rebase when we arrive.” Rico said and fist-bumped Edward. Those two would be going ship too. With all of them using their Alts besides Bryan, he felt a little left-out. He couldn’t bear the thought of how embarrassing it would be if they knew his Alt was a puny little starfighter in comparison to their epic hulls.

Actually. “Visi? I just realized, everyone besides me is going to use their Alt to assist the battle with us only taking the Vengeful Retributor and the carrier Haul-Ass-.” Bryan snorted along with the others. The glorious bastard who got that name through the ship’s creation deserved both punishment and heavy back-pats for the adamantine balls he had. “-With our additional mobile suit support. Did you ever check what your Alt was and what you’ll be doing?”

“I...hadn’t actually thought about that. I assumed I was going to pilot an Atlan. I don’t know what my Alt is. I wasn’t a cybertronian before Rivala granted my off-hand wish.” Visilia looked at her metallic red goo-hands. “Well, I better find out. Open those pants.” Visi approached Bryan and casually dove head-first into his trousers when she tugged them open, giving his nuts an appreciative squeeze on the way past.

“I’ve gotta see this!” Vinnie chirped and dove into his pants too. Bryan huffed at feeling her licking his balls before she left him alone.

“I must ensure my crew is prepped too. See you later.” Edward patted Bryan’s shoulder and then left with Rico and Kevin. Bryan sat down, bracing himself to feel the impending pleasure-there they go. Bryan panted and huffed as his wives worshiped his groin.