Pirate Bebop

Ch.72

“*Belch~!* Oof, sorry.” I apologized over the fleet comms after I belched out an errant blaster I’d missed. It was a holdout one, so it likely was somewhere naughty. At least, thanks to my amniotic slime smothering their groins and bosoms, the prisoners in me couldn’t just fetch more weapons from their Inventories. “We’re all fine here now, thank ya. How are ya?”

“Oh, yeah, great, this is Gildren Thorsdotter with my squad in the Corpus flagship. We’re pinned by some Moas.” Some woman answered over the comms with the sounds of metal hitting metal. “I’m here with a few Lokisons trying to get to the core.”

“Sorry, wrong end of the system, could someone get her some support, please? Thank ya. Oof, shit they’re frisky.” I huffed and rubbed my wriggling tummy. I have a few hundred POWs in there and they have all the nutrition and freedom to move they could need besides being stuck in my sexy slime uterus. “Is there anyplace where I could offload my prisoners? Since I’m not getting pleasure out of this, I’d rather have them in proper cells.” Since most of them don’t want to be inside of me, I’m not enjoying this anymore. It flies in the face of my Freedom Aspect.

“I’d be the best suited for handling prisoners, since a good portion of my hull is designed to hold them.” The Pillar of Collateral responded. The heavyweight was on the other side of the system, where the heavier fighting was going on with the Corpus still resisting. At least on this side of the Char System, the UnSC had mostly surrendered with their ships disabled and their command structure currently in my womb. “In the meantime, I’m sure Hunter and his crew could take them off of you.”

“I’m already outside.” The Hunter informed me and I eagerly jogged to the airlock. When I ejected, there was nothing outside, confusing me for a moment before I remembered the Hunter was a stealth frigate. I waited patiently as a tractor beam pulled me through the void and into an unseen airlock. “I’ve got spatially extended storage rooms you can deposit our guests into. Ocellus will help with that.”

When the airlock cycled, I was greeted by a cute light blue changeling mare with pink gossamer hair. She was unusually skinny, almost spindly, but I got the sense that was her bodysuit’s doing. Neat. “Hello, I’ll help keep them in line. Don’t worry, I’m more powerful than I look.” The sweet-sounding mare closed her eyes with an adorable smile. Daw~ I wanna hug her~!

“Stop flirting with the future queen and do your job!” A gruff mare with bacon hair shouted at the precious bug-pony, but she didn’t react and led me through the Hunter’s immaculate halls.

“Don’t mind Sunset. She’s always super-serious when we’re on an op.” Ocellus assured me before she opened a door that had...cupboards? She then pushed me gently into one and I stumbled into a cellblock! “The Hunter has a lot of extra storage. He once delivered a whole battalion’s armory behind enemy lines.”

“Cool. Okay, I’m gonna start morphing through the bars and dropping a couple of prisoners in each.” Guh, doing this makes my membrane crawl. I hope we don’t have to incarcerate these people too long, my Freedom Aspect is making me feel sick for doing this.

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“Figures that you dumbfucks wouldn’t have a sense of duty or, y’know, sense.” Brennie chuffed in frustration as she sat her naked shiny metallic red ass in a seat with chains of metal goo binding the crew in the corner. Even though she’d peacefully subdued the commanders and taken the command center, their underlings kept fighting. Not as one, though. It seemed every one of them was now out for themselves and either trying to flee or fight despite the odds.

Brennie couldn’t read all this new script presented to her, but her well-seasoned machine learning from millenia of using equipment allowed her to methodically go through the functions of the Autofactory without hitting any big red buttons. Rule one for working with machines you weren’t used to: never hit the big red button unless you want catastrophe.

At best it’s an emergency stop, at worst it’s a self-destruct feature. Some people thought that was just a trope, it’s not. Idiots actually make a big, obvious do not press red button the trigger for fucking everyone and themselves over. “I wish you chose to cooperate with more than just a surrender.” Brennie muttered with a glare over at the silent bridge crew. She wasn’t gonna torture some spineless eggheads over this, she’d-there.

The Autofactory ceased taking in feedstock and the rest of the system began shutting down aside from the enormous factory-fort’s life-support systems. Brennie huffed out a breath in pride as her tail wagged. It was only now that she wasn’t busy that she realized the psionic pressure had ceased. “Fucker must’ve given up for now. This is Berserker, I’ve got the Autofactory cooling off. Mop up these idiots so we can get ready for the Sweepers when they arrive.”

The Sweeper fleet had left Tarkus hours in realspace time after they had. This was so the mostly-unarmed ships weren’t at risk and they could get to breaking down the debris and asteroids of the system while they hunted down that Terran tech that Eris wanted them to get from Char. After all, Sweepers had to devote their power to their primary function.

Brennie stifled a sexual groan at their victory as War and Sex resonated. Fuck~. Adding Sex to War was intoxicating. At least straight-up sex was still way more gratifying. Brennie only realized she’d begun masturbating when her right hand’s fingers were nearly palm-deep in her snatch and she yanked her hand out with a lewd squelch of her sticky grool. Thankfully she’d also blindfolded the bridge crew, but she just knew they could hear and smell her arousal.

Licking her tasty grool from her fingers, Brennie stood from the soaked seat and willed herself back to being male, then he shed his slime back to Pandora before summoning his armor once more. He could revel in the glory of a good victory later, they weren’t done here.

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Luster Dawn was high right now. She hated killing, it was so final, so cold. However, using her Zorks in boarding actions, slaying clone-droids acting as proxies for their progenitors and swarming moas in a wave of Waaagh was utterly intoxicating. The fact that each enemy clone she slaughtered meant more Life, more of her swarm, were born, fuck! It was like she had a miniature orgasm with each new Zerg that was added to her command!

That was why Marcus had her removed from the bridge. She was a panting, lustful wreck dripping milk and grool down her body and leg tendrils and was very distracting, so he had her taken to his quarters where she was now being tended to by his dragon ladies as she controlled her swarm across the system without pause. “Oh~!” Luster groaned with a leg-tendril diving in and out of her squelching snatch. “Uhn~!”

“By the gods she’s so hot.” Travelex snarled and groped her red breasts with her thicc red tail rubbing against her own groin through her thighs while panting hornily. “Why can’t we fuck her? She’s clearly high as fuck anyway.” She’d stripped nude when just smelling Luster made her wet both down below and her leaky, milky nips.

“Because she needs to help clean up as much of the mess as possible and help crew the captured ships.” Freval reminded their lewd lover and the other dragonesses nodded. “If anything, we should be helping her calm down, but I think just touching her will set her off.”

“Oh dear, we don’t want that.” Dulvex mewled and watched the Zerg Queen masturbate with a blush. “She is making me very horny, though.”

“J-just go keep t-t-Travelex occupied.” Syrex pushed the gentle pink dragoness into the lewd red dragoness and continued to push the now-kissing females into the bathroom before closing the door. “I s-s-swear, without Uri around, w-we have to be the r-responsible ones.” The green femme said to her blue scaled lover with a twitchy tut.

“Uri found someone perfect for her, I’ll take her job in the group happily.” Freval side-hugged Syrex and sighed as Luster Dawn neighed in orgasm. “Our humble harem may be down a girl, but with how Marcus is treating this goddess, we might be in for more than we expected.”

“S-so long as I don't have to spend more t-t-time away from him, I’m cool with it.” Syrex bit her lip as Luster moaned and gushed lewd fluids. “C-could we…?” Freval rolled her eyes and kissed the twitchy dragoness. She wished they hadn’t hidden in Marcus’s Inventory for the trip here, but it wasn’t lonely there and they got to have fun with their stud’s junk, literally.

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Jim felt relieved. Whatever insidious force had been trying to throw him into another frenzy was gone now. Either the source was on one of the UnSC ships they’d captured or they decided it wasn’t worth trying to continue the act with so many of their forces nullified. Thanks to Jane’s incredible boarding skills, not a single one of the enemy’s ships were lost. This was a huge boon! They won’t be able to convince all of the captured crews to join the Rebellion, but-.

“Jimmy, since you have the fastest suit in the system and my wife isn’t available, could you come pick me up? I’d fly myself, but it’d take way too damn long without a War boost. Besides, we need to get searching down on Char.” Berserker hailed him and Jim grunted in agreement since with Jane indisposed, he had a non-MTS cockpit the legendary War God could occupy.

“What has the Runner occupied?” Jim asked with a look around. “Ah, she’s ferrying tons of folks around, I see. Can’t redirect priority to you when you have someone like me available.” Jim launched through low-speed FTL across the system, the Strike Saber moved with a grace that it lacked without the Zaku combined with it. It seemed while the Zaku Khan focused more on firepower and modular equipment, the Strike Saber was all about speed.

“Yep. She’s stuck being the ferry with us having brought as few ships as possible. I’d have had my other wife do it, but she’s a starfighter and hasn’t flown in live combat before now. I don’t want to put her at risk when I have someone with such a bullshit craft like you available.” Berserker replied moments before Jim brought the Strike Saber to Berserker’s IFF.

Seeing the winged warrior floating in space was an almost religious moment, but Jim managed to shove his hero-worship into the backseat so he could let the guy into the copilot cockpit. Without a copilot, the Strike Saber lost its omnidirectional laser system that Jane jokingly called ‘Rose Bits’ for some reason.

“Do you need escorts?” A pair of starfighters stylized like pegasi asked as they flew in close.

“No, if anything we should only take a gunship. The fewer people we risk down on Char, the better.” Berserker replied as Jim drifted away from any other suits or ships. “Ivara Prime, do you have the data?”

“Thanks to your capture of the bridge of their factory fort, yes. Your best bet is quadrant 66-B.” After Ivara’s reply, a portion of Char’s surface the size of a country lit up on Jim’s HUD. “You should go get Jane though. She’s the one with the space-wizard powers.”

“She’s currently ‘delivering’ a few hundred POWs into the Hunter’s cells.” Jim informed them in case they missed that tidbit from earlier. A lot happens at once on a battlefield. Jim was just happy his team made it through. Uri and Khorgan were just hitching along with the Runner as hull-attached escorts.

“Then take me to her, we need her to help find that thing quickly. The Sweepers will be here soon and the sooner Char is uninhabited and ready for harvesting, the better.” Berserker ordered and Jim promptly obeyed...after asking Berserker to tag the Hunter on his HUD, because damn is that stealth frigate scary hard to find.

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“There, sorry fer the unexpected unbirthing.” I apologized to all of the prisoners, who were either angrily shouting, laughing or even bawdily applauding my lewd method of capture. Considering how many of them were Cat-Kuts and other species renowned for their lewd natures, I think it was a good idea that I didn’t form my ovaries or I’d be knocked up for sure.

“We’ll get them processed. Mister Hawkins and Berserker are waiting for you in the hangar.” Ocellus informed me and I nodded at the cute changeling in gratitude before I left the spatially distorted prison and got dressed on the way to the hangar in my white bodysuit and limb armor. I’d stowed them away the moment my mad scheme popped into my mind. I’m glad I didn’t destroy them, they were precious gifts from Luster.

“What took you so long?” Jimbo asked with a smile after turning away from Berserker. It seems these two have quickly become buddies.

“Childbirth is a long, difficult, arduous-.” Berserker bonked me playfully on the head and I blepped. “I had to put them all in cells. Using osmosis to remove prisoners from my womb was new to me, so I had to take my time with the first several.” Thankfully the UnSC doesn’t employ slimes in their military. It would’ve been much harder corralling others of my kind.

“Considering imprisoning people goes against one of your Aspects, I bet you didn’t enjoy it at all.” Berserker rubbed my neck and I cooed, my tail wagging at the attention. “Beyond the opening bit that is. Now then, we’ve got a mysterious Terran weapon to find and retrieve before the Sweepers are sent in to consume Char entirely. After they’re done, the only thing that’ll be left in the Char system are the stars.”

“If only it was as easy to terraform worlds as it was to destroy them.” Jimbo sighed in melancholy before leading the way over to the Strike Saber. Seeing the green-armored mobile suit from the setting of a hangar was as surreal as seeing the Zaku Khan. While the Zaku Khan had a powerful, deadly presence, the Strike Saber was elegant and sleek. “Do you think you two can squeeze into the copilot cockpit?”

“I don’t know, can we?” I asked Berserker with a lick of my lips. “If we were both goo, that’d be easy, instead of me needing to squish myself around yer hard body.” My metaphorical heart raced at the idea of fusing with Berserker again. This time it’d be mutual instead of us being half asleep until moments before splitting apart. I hope that’s what he chooses!

“Hm, yeah, okay.” Berserker banished his armor and then became a sexy slime stud. I panted down at his glorious nuts before they vanished and Brennie was smirking at me. “I know, I’m hot as Hell, but let’s do this. We have work to do.” Brennie approached and kissed me deeply. Then I moaned as she poured herself into me, causing my body to grow, forcing my armor limbs to detach and I soon matched Jimbo for height.

“Whoa…” Jimbo gawked at me and I winked my red eye at him. Brennie was just as horny for Jimbo as Jane and if I didn’t have work to do, I’d jump this stud right here~. “Well, uh, let’s go.” Jimbo awkwardly turned away and I pawed my beach-ball breasts with a growl. If I was properly proportioned by average scale, my boobs would be K-cups, but since I’m not, well, it’ll be easier to shrink down to fit into the cockpit.

So, I forced my squirming, thirsty womb to shut up and climbed up after Jimbo, getting into the second cockpit with only a bit of difficulty, having to shrink down to Jane and Brennie’s usual scale to fit easily, also allowing me to put the armor limbs back on my silver right side. Okay, now then. Center myself, the Force will guide me...that’s a load of shit, I’ll guide myself. Hm, it seems combining my two halves was a good idea, Jane’s Force and Brennie’s Ruin actually allow me to seek the remnants of Terran society on that lava ball of a world.

“No offense, Jane, but the Force feels fucking weird to me. For some reason. I think it still has a problem with me. Not you, just the Force in general.” My Brennie half protested, but while I understand her discomfort, that doesn’t make a lot of sense.

“That’s saying I have a problem with ya, I am the Force here. I don’t, ya just need to woman up and let me in. Our souls are already snuggled up nice and cozy, our bodies are one.” My Jane half soothed as we rapidly approached Quadrant 66-B. “Just, not all the way. I don’t want us to end up like Wiatr. I love ya for who ya are, I don’t want to change that by us becoming one permanently. N-not that it wouldn’t be epic, just saying.”

“Thank you.” My Brennie half sniffled a little before opening herself up, just enough for my other half to form a deeper connection. All of her fears and pain, joys and pleasure, everything. While Brennie had been inside of Jane’s soul before, this was the first time she’d linked her soul with someone else’s. It was orgasmic.

I came and flooded my bodysuit with grool. I’m glad that I had the foresight to mute myself so Jimbo wouldn’t have to hear me orgasm in the middle of a mission. I didn’t give a fuck about propriety, but Jimbo didn’t need to be distracted as he entered Char’s atmosphere, heading for the shrunken area I’d managed to point out on the HUD in the throes of ecstasy. I fucking love myself and don’t care if that’s a form of self-cest right now!

I began masturbating, my silver right hand was buried in my two-toned quim and I sucked on my left red nip while my red hand kneaded the underside of my red breast. I came again as the Soul-deep pleasure coursed through my slime body like the pure rapture it genuinely was. I panted and managed to use my red hand to narrow down the search area further.

I don’t know how long I went to town on myself, but by the time I was a gooey wreck puddled on the floor of the cockpit in a swirl of silver and red, there was a gunship picking up our find.

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Faye drank from the formerly sealed drink pouch as she drifted in space inside of the Red Head. She’d nearly been able to compare to an Atlan Colossus in terms of the sheer number of micro missiles she was able to fill the battlefield with. Between her heavy fire support and Spike’s ace piloting of his Swordfish II, the team they’d been assigned to was basically just being babysat by them. In fact, that was their job. It was Lucatiel and Khorgan’s chief engineer Tam-Tam making field repairs and resupply to damaged ally units.

However, now that the fighting was done, Faye was bored. She was surprised at how that could be when before she was rather cowardly. Maybe Swerta fusing with her so often has changed her personality a bit. Meh, whatever. She wouldn’t mind if they ended up fusing permanently. She loved the slime wolf that deeply and just hoped Spike could accept them if that did happen.

“Okay, we’ve rescued all the people that need rescuing around here, it’s time to head back to the Vengeful Retributor.” Luca told the team and Faye sighed in relief. She seriously wanted to drag Spike to bed and get fucked, she just hoped he was up for it. If not, she and Swerta could have another go.

“I could do it now.” Swerta purred from Faye’s left breast and she groped her mate.

“Whoop-pish! Down girl!” Faye jokingly chided her ‘pilot suit’ with a pat of her breast.

“We got one of those Aemir headed to the flagship.” Someone reported over the fleet comms.

Faye wasn’t worried, the Aemir were a nomadic warrior culture that ‘helped’ whoever they thought needed it. They asked for money to fund their fleet, but the Aemir were kinda like the Quarian Migrant Fleet of old, except their chosen lifestyle was an act of rebellion against the megacorps and govs. They hated the megacorps with a passion. They’re native to Andromeda though, so them being in Triangulum is the strangest thing.

“This is Albagsl Tyrson, requesting permission for formal diplomatic meets with the leaders of this fleet.” Someone hailed and Faye turned off fleet comms with a roll of her eyes.

“Not our business, let’s land and find Spike!” Swerta purred and kneaded Faye's nips, making the pink slime hippogriff hen croon and start rubbing her groin with her left hand as she idly piloted the Red Head towards the flagship.

“Hey good girl, did you fare alright?” Spike asked over private comms.

“You, me, your bedroom, five minutes after we arrive.” Faye growled hungrily and Spike choked up. Whatever was coming over her, Faye needed her mate!