Pirate Bebop

Ch.70

Holy fuck. Having lesbian fun time is incredibly exhausting yet awesome. I fainted from how tiring having constant sex with Uri was and woke up snuggling my lover sometime in the morning on the last day of the voyage to the Char system. “Good gods, Uri. Are ya trying to kill me?” I muttered with a kiss to her jaw and the dragoness purred in her satisfied slumber.

I slithered off the bed, stretched to set my membrane, then scratched my ass as I went to the bathroom. The Argentines have hybrid sonic showers! Combining the efficiency of a sonic shower with the therapeutic and wonderful heat of a traditional shower. They also had baths, so I was gonna use this sonic bathtub for some naughty morning wake-up fun.

I stepped in and made sure the drain was plugged. I licked my lips and turned on the sonic shower without the water, I don’t need to waste that. Oh~ yis~. The vibrations are making my whole body quake and ripple~. “Uhn~.” I moaned and let my slime start pooling in the tub, which quaked like jello and enhanced the relaxing and arousing sensations.

Soon I was a literal puddle of goo enjoying the vibrations and dozing a bit before the shower deactivated. Aw, is it timed? Oh~, nope, just Uri turning it off and climbing into me~. I emerged and welcomed my lover with a hug around her waist and a kiss on her lips as I smished my bosom into her own and began scrubbing her body with mine. “Morning.” Love you too.

“Morning.” I kissed her throat and she purred before she groped my breasts and began drinking my slime-milk from my left nipple, making me coo and pet her head as she fed. “Sorry fer dehydrating ya, take all ya need.”

“Tasty.” Uri muttered and kept drinking as we settled into the tub. Eventually she turned over and I engulfed her body while ‘scrubbing’ her head with my hands in a massage that left her black basalt stone scales polished to an obsidian-like shine along with the rest of her body.

“There, all nice, clean and fed. Ready to face the day?” I asked my beloved black beauty.

“No~.” Uri groaned, clearly enjoying her goo-bed too much right now.

“If ya don’t get outta me, I might do something naughty~.” I teased and kneaded my slime against her lower stomach, groin and back door.

“...Please?” Uri bit her lip and I licked mine, teasingly starting to-.

“Get up! We’ve all had enough fun from father flexing his Fuck Aura. We need to go over battle plans!” Marcus barked at us when he barged into the bathroom and Uri pouted when he yanked her out of my slime and I yelped when he somehow pulled me out of the tub with my slime trailing on the floor behind me.

“W-wait~! Let me get my membrane sorted out~!” I wailed in dismay at the silvery trail of slime my unfinished membrane left in my wake. So embarrassing~!

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Luster Dawn hummed to herself as she ‘sat’ in midair, floating with her maykr wings and wiggling her leg tendrils in self-satisfaction while she had an ‘inspector’ Zachni checking over her several hundred troops all dressed up in older armor and blasters provided by the Argentines. She even had a few dozen new Zasks running around equipping Zorks and ensuring the slapdash transport harnesses for the few Zarvs she had were in place.

Those new Zasks were a result of Marcus fucking her like mad the past couple of days. After he got over the fact he knew her when she was a filly, hot damn did the old wolf give it to her good. “Hey Lusty.” Luster turned her own attention away from the little play she was putting on and blinked at the sight of the beauty. “Yeah, I’ve been getting that a lot.”

“Visilia? Vinnie?” Luster asked in bemusement of the towering ten foot tall slime woman in a form-fitting black bodysuit that put her gloriously hyper-sized beach ball breasts on display without revealing an inch of her membrane. Her head was the only thing free of the black suit and was a swirl of liquid gold and red metal. The facial structure was Visilia’s, but had Vinnie’s wolf teeth and bunny ears.

“Vinilie, please. I’m just enjoying the sensation of being one person. Also, I’m recovering from Bryan fucking me like the total god in the sack he is. My slime is all mixed up if you can’t tell.” Vinilie told the mare as she approached. “So, you’re getting your troops prepared I see. Will those harnesses be enough for the Zarvs to move through space?”

“Yep. They don’t need oxygen for a long, long time like the Rachni of today. I made it that way for all of them, they just function better in air-rich environments. Do you need some help getting your slime straightened out so you can split apart later?” Luster Dawn had helped many slimes back in the day get diffused from other slimes after getting fused in the heat of passion and having trouble splitting apart.

“That’d be great.” Vinillie approached and after checking for onlookers, stripped off her bodysuit. Luster then used magic to help the fused slimes separate their different viscosities from one another to the point the mare was half gold, half red metallic. “Thanks, I’ll split back in two later.”

“No problem. Friends help friends and you’re some of the oldest friends I have. Just don’t have too much fun before you need to be two people instead of one.” Luster teased the hyper-busty mare and she playfully stuck out her half-colored tongue before leaving with her omni-tools lighting up with info. Luster went back to the preparations in full and enjoyed the activity.

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“Whoa, Tanya, slow down girl!” Ionyx told the sexy little shortstack, who had quite attractively blossomed into womanhood without getting much taller over an extremely short time during her sex marathon with Baptiste. She’d quickly spewed out what was essentially very sensitive information pertaining to the Empyreals.

“Dammit, woman! You said you wouldn’t-!” The winged demon pony started, but was silenced by a raised hand.

“Calm thyself, brother. You need not fret.” Gridilus, the Pious Reclusiarch, former Defender now turned Empyreal. His Terminator armor basically reflected that of the Dark Angels’ Interrogator Chaplain, only purely silver in coloration with glowing green runes on his armor. Crozius included. He was Edward’s other guard when he came over.

“I figured that since I’m in the know, I should let someone in the know, know that I know. That way there’s less conflict without me knowing capital secrets secretly.” Tanya brushed her long messy blond hair out of her face. She was shocked by her changes, but that was why she was in the med bay with the good Gridilus who was here for his own reasons. She went from looking like a preteen to looking like a short young woman with real tits in the span of two days.

“Well, she has a point. We would have to tell you at some point about our condition, Lady Silver.” The Reclusiarch admitted.

“Uh, that’s Jane, I’m not silver.” Tanya bashfully deflected and Gridilus smiled.

“Fine, Lady White-Silver.” This got Tanya all pouty. “You may not like the name considering the grisly manner in which it was earned, but it was earned. Ahem, do you know how Grey Wardens are made?” Gridilus queried while Baptiste settled into a chair.

“Drink the blood of Darkspawn and be lucky to survive. I’m assuming the way you concentrate the Dark Taint is a lot like that. I hope you don’t butcher naturally Tainted people for that…'' Tanya muttered as the doctor, who knows about the Empyreals as someone who tends to their health, took another scan and DNA sample before walking off again.

“Correct. Now, do you know why you’re being checked up by one of our own doctors?” Ionyx questioned next.

“...But, Baptiste isn’t…” Tanya looked over at the stallion she’d sexed so fiercely with confusion.

“No, he isn’t one of us. The nature of the question pertains to you and you alone.” Gridilus clarified as he pointed his Crozius towards her for emphasis. “We want you to think about it.”

“I...I don’t think I’m a good choice. I’m a sadist, I was born with sociopathic disorders that were surgically and genetically corrected as a child. I might just turn into a demon…” Tanya uneasily admitted worriedly as the doctor said something into his omni-tool over by his station.

“We’re not trying to make you one of us. However, we need to make sure you’re somehow not a Grey Warden. We Empyreals can sense those with the Dark Taint and-.”

“I-I’m t-t-Tainted?!” Tanya squeaked fearfully and Baptiste quickly took her hand as she nearly hyperventilated. “No! I can’t be! I survived! I…” Tanya’s eyes glazed over and she began shuddering in blind horror as sweat rapidly formed on her skin. Baptiste and Ionyx carefully held her biceps while Gridilus bowed his head and began chanting. “V-Visha...no...Visha…should’ve been me...”

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I had my right leg and arm encased in my exo-armor like when I first piloted the Zaku Warrior. I’m surprised it didn’t throw a fit the last couple of times I piloted without the armor pieces since it had me registered as using them. Maybe the blackbox updated the software more along with the hardware from use. I was also in the white bodysuit Luster Dawn first gave me.

I turned around in the mirror and ran a hand up my thigh, hip and ass, giving a sigh at how much thiccer I am since then. Yes, I’m even sexier, but I didn’t know I’d been subconsciously making my baseline more motherly since I had puppies. Puppies I hope to meet again soon enough. I was assured they’d be well cared-for, but I’m missing out on being a parent and I don’t want my children to grow up missing a parent like...like I did.

Even if they end up with surrogate parents, I want to have some part in their lives beyond being the horny bitch who birthed them. “Hey.” I jumped when Jimbo put a gentle hand on my unarmored shoulder, then I cooed when he began massaging my neck with his other hand. I looked in the mirror as I leaned back against him. He’s so much bigger than me, hnng~.

“Careful Jimbo. While Berserker has stopped flexing his godly Fuck Aura, ya make me horny just by existing.” I warned the lad and he snorted before he began petting my scalp. Mm~...

“I don’t care about that. Not right now. You were sad, now you’re not.” Jimbo scratched my ears and I cooed, following him happily with my tail wagging as he led me out of the ready room into the hangar. “Since we’re the only two with Relic Mobile Suits, we’re partnered up with Uri and Khorgan who have an Atlan Colossus and Garm Rodi Variant respectively. Our job is to-.”

“Hold up, who made ya team leader?” I huffed at my hunky paramour and he turned around.

“Nobody, you just don’t bother with the minor details of things, so I picked up the slack. You may be the Pirate Queen driving us to action, but while you lead the way, the rest of us have to deal with all the small things to follow-up.” The studly changeling stallion then pet my head and all was forgiven as I cooed and my tail slapped my ass from wagging so hard.

“Ya know just how to work me over~.” I panted and followed my lover like a lovesick puppy towards our mechs. “So, big, strong, sexy leader, what’s the general plan?”

“You and I are the aces, not by skill even if we are good, but by the quality of our equipment. If things take a turn, we can also combine our suits into the Zaku Khan again if we need to.” Jimbo said before we neared the similarly body-suited Uri and Khorgan, who were staring at each other. “You two are getting along quite well.” Whoa, yeah, they are. I figured a loud and brazen person like Khorgan would rub Uri the wrong way.

“Honest.” Uri stated and I could appreciate that along with her form-fitting matching black suit.

“She’s hot and humble, I like her on principle.” Khorgan was in a frumpy, cheaper spacesuit with a helmet under her left arm. Her Garm Rodi Variant, which was basically a Garm with extra armor and external thrusters, was a general purpose model and thus having a full spacesuit was SOP, even if being a Zerg optimized by Luster meant she didn’t even need air for several hours.

“Good. Now then, because Uri’s mech is slower than all of us, but has the strongest ranged firepower, when calculating long distances and dozens of targets, the Colossus is a sitting duck. So you’re her guardian, Khorgan. I’m not expecting you two to keep up with us, it’s our job not to range too far from you, not the other way around. We move with you and act as the vanguard.” Jimbo informed them and the two epic muscular amazons nodded in understanding.

“So, we run forward, not too far, kick ass, then make way fer the rain of ordinance Uri will be laying down.” I nodded in comprehension and then slapped each of my mate’s asses, making Jimbo snort, Khorgan growl happily and Uri snorted smoke with a wag of her tail. “Let’s go fuck up the day fer a lot of assholes.”

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“So, dad, you had fun.” Marcus casually commented to his progenitor on the bridge of the Vengeful Retributor. They were a couple hours away from arriving, but it was the stage for everyone to hurry up and wait. Arrival times were usually spot on, but there were events in the past where the Temporal Drive was off by nearly two hours either early or late, so it was SOP to have everyone prepped up to four hours before potential sortie on arrival.

“So did you and everyone else on board. Don’t try to tease me over a power I’ve had for not even a month.” Berserker in his full armor amicably chuffed through his helmet and patted his son on the back. “Anyway, you all know what to do.”

“Of course, but what are you going to do? You were never really one for space-battles.” Marcus’s question was apt, because among the Marines, Berserker had often been forced to abstain entirely or act as the head of a boarding party.

“Kick back and watch.” Bryan answered his son with a shrug.

“...They’re gonna get mind-raped, aren’t they?” Marcus frowned at his father, he knew how much of an asshole Bryan can be and it’s for a reason.

“Let’s just say that I believe they were already infected in some way by the UnSC.”

“What, like, they have bombs or other kill-switches implanted that the medics didn’t screen? Flesh-eating viruses somehow hidden away to avoid said scans that’ll start liquifying them in their mechs and armor?” Marcus demanded urgently and Bryan held up his hands.

“No, nothing like that. Remember back when we seemed to argue and it was all four of them against me?” Bryan asked and Marcus scoffed.

“Yeah? What about it?” Marcus asked in confusion. He hadn’t witnessed such fierce opposition from his uncles and aunty, but now that his father mentioned it. “I know you guys have your differences, everyone does, but even then you forgive one another in the end.”

“Do you ever wonder why they came at me like that?” Berserker prompted.

“Because you pissed them off?” Marcus chuffed and gestured for his sire to get on with it.

“Not like that. It happened as soon as we started to restrict our involvement with the Empire, after that tragedy Urta was forced to commit by these bastards. I think it was at that point the others got infected, just not to the extent our dear wife went through.” Berserker voiced grimly.

“Okay, if that’s true, why not you?” Marcus demanded curiously.

“I don’t know, but it should’ve been me as well. In fact, your uncle Kevin shouldn’t have been easily swayed like the others, especially since he’s the first Empyreal and Psychic himself. Dealing with the visions and nightmares from the Arch-Devil on a daily basis, it should’ve been a cakewalk for him to notice.” Berserker grumbled. Mentioning their saiyan wife’s Ultimate Enemy always soured him.

“And yet, he was ensnared. Now I’m starting to understand why they acted the way they did towards you. You never fell to the influence like them, so they singled you out. Although, I will say this: you put the fear of Jehovah into them. That must have scared even the puppeteers of the UnSC.” Marcus commented and Berserker sighed.

“Clearly not enough. I’ll be riding with your aunt Vinnie. If she has to, she can ram into a ship and I can board. Thanks to Jane’s sexy crazy brain, we found that out before calling you in. Guide us to victory like always, son.” Berserker patted Marcus on the back and left the bridge.

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The moment they were in the Char System, the Runner gunned it out of the hangar of the Vengeful Retributor. As the sole light frigate among her brother and sister craft, she was the only one able to ferry the Hunter, Pillar and Collateral out to a safe deployment distance at-speed and then deposit their skeleton crews of 10 master crewmen carrying capsules full of assistant B1 droids to them all in four stages.

First was the Hunter, who appeared after he jettisoned from an airlock and was barely visible, but his design was quite similar to his coveted and retired Shadow Dagger, which was almost married to the EDI/Normandy SR2 in form and function as a Stealth Frigate.

After she’d disgorged the skilled crew of ten through a docker to her brother, the Runner sped away and the Pillar appeared a safe distance away from both her and the Hunter. The white Super Dreadnought was a scion of defensive technology, only having a few supermassive rail cannons for offense, but had enough shielding to tank the onslaught of over a dozen ships.

Once the Runner delivered the bridge crew of the mostly autonomous and beautiful ship, she sped away so that his twin ship, the Collateral, could deploy. He was of the same size, a black Super Dreadnought bristling with enough weapons to kill dozens of enemy ships alone, but only boasting the shielding of a standard ship of the venerable class.

The Runner delivered his bridge crew too, then backed away and observed as the two drew near, their hulls facing one another opening like flowers in bloom. Soon, the two ovoid ships melded together ventral to ventral and the Pillar of Collateral was formed. The Space Hulk was the size of a small moon and combined the defensive power of the Pillar with the offensive power of the Collateral.

He was the greatest ship in the Argentine fleet by tonnage, firepower and support value. No manufactured ship since the loss of Nexus as an active ally has ever neared him in potency. The Argentines only brought four ships. In the Runner’s oh-so humble opinion, they brought too many. These corporate dumbasses may have dozens of cruisers and a few dreadnoughts, but they might as well be made of tin foil in comparison to them.

“Runner, stop canting your battle-lust so much, it’s intoxicating.” P-o-C chided her and she sent a data packet of her blowing a raspberry at him. “Very mature, now form up with your escorts.” Hmph, her first time being a ship in a proper space-battle and her siblings have to soil it with being all business.

“Cheer up, Vinnie. We’re teamed up with Jane’s group, you can flirt with her all you want.” Berserker assured her from her cockpit and she wanted to do ailerons in joy that they’re teamed up with their sexy new waifu. Jane was just so great and-what is that? “Don’t worry, I’m shielding you. That’s why I’m with you. When the pressure gets too much, take us to one of the others so I can pulse my lantern.” Oh, shit, fuck, damn it.

All the fun was gone now. Damned mind-controlling bastards!