Pirate Bebop

Ch.76

“Hello.” Daw~! Little Ein is such a cutie~! He’s a fluffy corgi-boy diamond dog! Whatever he ate, it was clearly an Imperial rapid mutagen potion of sorts. He’s a young teenager about Aurora’s age and both the bat-girl and Edward were adorably fawning over him. “Yes, I am cute, give me pets.” Ein said almost robotically with his tail wagging against the oversized nightshirt someone had put on him as the girls pet his head.

“He’s still a member of the family, nothing’s changed besides him being a real boy now.” Jet joked and I guffawed along with the rest of my extended Bebop family. I looked over at Brennie, Visi, Vinnie, Rivala and Juneau longingly, but they quickly broke eye contact with fluster and naughty smiles I was sure I had too. Being fused together for several days and giving birth to the Divinity Engine was immensely intimate for us all and I desired to be one with them again.

“I wish for cooked meats.” Ein requested robotically. Right~ he’s a Data Dog.

“Why is he talking like that?” Aurora asked as she gave his thicc fluffy neck scratchies.

“His mind is like a supercomputer!” Ed exclaimed proudly as she hugged her best friend.

“Which means he’ll be rational unlike you two.” Faye chuckled as she speared some of the pork on her plate with her fork.

“Unless I have mushrooms. The fungus alters my neurological functions.” Ein informed us.

“No mushrooms!” I and the rest of the original Bebop crew, besides Edward, shouted firmly.

“Mushrooms?” Aurora asked in confusion as Ein put his chin on the table with a whimper.

“We don’t talk about them for some reason.” Edward pouted mulishly.

“So is Ein 93 or 12? He was 12 years old, but he was a dog.” Spike questioned and everyone looked at Ein.

“I am 12 standard years old. As a mere dog, I was physically 93, but now I appear to be the approximate breeding age of 15. I am a smol boi.” Ein answered and Aurora and Ed blinked.

“Breeding?” The two teens looked at each other and then blushed in realization. “Wait, we’re old enough to do th-th-that?!” The girls stuttered and Jet groaned while most of us laughed.

“Nope, this conversation is over.” Spike said, picking the girls up and walking away with them.

“Aw, overprotective dad-mode already sweetie~?” Faye called after him, getting all our attentions. “Oh, yeah, I’m full of eggs~!” Faye announced happily and we all congratulated her. “Well, we’re full of eggs. Spike’s a dragon, draconic Taint, you know how that works.” Right~. Dragons tend to breed true like the Raskvel do...did? Do they still do that after the Cure?

“I shall go to the fridge. Now that I possess opposable thumbs, nothing shall stop me from getting bacon.” Ein got up and jogged to the fridge, then bounced off his chest on the door before opening it. “I must adjust to my new stature-bacon!” His voice became manic at the package of fatty pork belly strips and he used a step-stool to stand at the skillet on the stove.

“I forget that while he was smarter than anyone on board before Luster woke up, that dog was still a creature of nature.” Jet commented sagely before looking at me. “Now, since you’re not stuck in the clouds, I just want you to know that we have a long time ahead of us getting things organized. You don’t just capture thousands of prisoners and 39 ships without having to deal with the logistics.” Aw~.

“I know, but can’t we speed it up by filling the Corpus ships with droids? They mostly used robots to crew them anyway.” I whined in frustration. I could feel that while most of the captured prisoners would change loyalties, a good third would refuse to work for us and be stuck as a drain on our supplies until they were foisted off on an inhabited planet. None of them know where our home base is, so that’s the best way to get rid of the stubborn prisoners.

“I’ve got an idea, but we also have another issue. The all-seeing-eye seems to be looking at us.” Faye commented as she pulled a card from her cleavage. “I got this while gambling last night. It’s an ONI calling card.” ONI? Nobody’s heard from that black-ops cell since the Fall.

“So you have an artifact from before the fall, so what?” Jet shrugged. As an ex ISSP agent, he knows more than most about these things.

“It’s newly printed. This symbol was on Ein’s box when we got him for that buyer, remember?” Faye stated and we all looked over at the cooking corgi.

“I was a sleeper agent, reporting to a Time Squad agent for ONI. Now that I have been fully activated, I can inform you of this.” Ein peppered the bacon and then sneezed cutely.

“You’re why Eris is here!” Jet shouted at the corgi, who nodded.

“Indeed, you are welcome.” Ein replied before putting the plate filled with chewy peppery bacon on the table and he jumped onto the chair to start munching on the unhealthy treat with his tail wiggling happily.

“Wait, so I’m not the start of all of this?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes, you are. Eris retroactively assured me that I would be the one to keep ONI updated on your movements to orchestrate things in the background.” Ein then went back to his bacon and I looked over at my Argentine lovers, who just gestured for me to let it go.

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“Well, what do you think of our training?” Thor-Madam Gildren asked Brennie after the troop leader showed off the training bay they’d just done a tour of.

“Really impressive.” Brennie answered with a nod of approval as she tried so very hard not to dwell on the fact it felt odd to not be fused with the others. That said, inspecting the battle-worthiness of their new allies was a good distraction.

“We prefer melee or unarmed combat if possible, but we still use ranged weapons. Each ship is different in their fighting style. Loki is the nerve center of our intel groups.” Gildren said with a broad smile on her face as blades flew past them into the padded bulkhead.

“Melee is the core of all combat, for unless you are a rare species with natural projectiles, all you have at your base are your fists, claws, feet or paws.” Brennie smiled as she watched some kids run up to the knives to yank them from the pockmarked bulkhead. Her core clenched with need and she turned her gaze away from the adorable sight triggering her maternal instincts.

“Indeed! This is why we use armor specced for the highest defensive value and prefer boarding actions to ship combat. Defeating your enemies with your own might has such gratification.” Gildren declared and Brennie nodded.

“Yes, but using tech to our advantage is always a good idea.” A lithe man said as he decloaked behind Gildren with his omni displaying a screen. “Here, reports on boarding actions and suggestions for improved combat against Corpus.” The man tapped wrists with Gildren and then vanished much like Hunter would have.

“That was Lokison Fennus, he’s second in command of the Loki and prefers playing politics.” Gildren informed Brennie as she brought up her omni to look over the reports.

“I’ve known his type plenty before. A husband of mine is a lot like him, but he disdains politics like the rest of us.” Sadly, that was just part of their lives. One does not rule a galaxy without being mired in bureaucracy. Well, traditionally. Devorak has streamlined things over thousands of years, but they’re not quite there yet. At least they don’t have much, if any, red tape.

“Brennie?! Is that you?! I think I smell you!” Brennie perked hard at hearing her wife, Wiatr’s, voice. Brennie spun around and tried to find her, only for the dracowolf’s shadow to rise up and form a black, white and pale-blue slime skaven. “Brennie! Oh thank Fuck! When we fled into the Twilight Realm, I thought we were goners!” The naked Goddess of Sex, Commerce and Renewal hugged her wife with whimpers as her trio of rat tails squirmed happily.

Brennie was stunned silent by this, she didn’t know what to say. She and the others thought they lost everyone with Paradise collapsing into nothingness. All she could think of was holding onto Wiatr in that moment. Then she suddenly absorbed her surprised wife and they blinked together. “...Fuck.” Brennie grumbled as she felt her 4 fused wives roll their eyes. “Shut up and get out of me.”

Brennie’s body lurched and squirmed and then she felt the confusion of her wives. “Brennie? Could you let us out?” Wiatr asked in bemusement before she shuddered. “W-wait. Wait! What is-?!” Wiatr suddenly ceased to be 4 concentrated presences within her and Brennie felt baffled at feeling Willow, Daring, Svartr and Cynder clearly.

“Oh no...rain check on the rest of the inspection, Gildren. I think my wife just got...divorced.” Brennie snorted at her horrible pun and all 4 of her fused wives inwardly booed at her.

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“So...yew’re my future waifu?” I asked in a bit of bemusement as I, Yoda, the still-nameless gargoyle and Uri sat on the levitating meditation platforms in our zen room and had tea with the white sand sparkly slime covcat that appeared from the shadows as if she had been lost.

“I’m Sabrina, one of the few wives of Wiatr who didn’t become a goddess.” The beautiful naked slime kitty nodded before sipping the tea Yoda had prepared. “If you’re marrying Brennie and the others, then yes, I’m one of your future waifus.” The cat-woman purred playfully.

“Intriguing, this era is. All these species, unknown to me you are.” Yoda commented with a gentle smile at the woman who, despite having been distraught, had calmed down quite quickly after realizing she wasn’t stumbling through shadows across the universe anymore.

“I was originally a Covcat, then I became a slime due to raunchy shenanigans with my wives. Now, after thousands of years, I’m...whatever I am now. It was this or die. I chose this.” Sabrina turned her free hand not holding her tea into wisps of oddly white shadow. “Whatever this is.”

“Yew’re what Ashley Feell and Midna are, exactly in fact.” I informed her and Sabrina smiled.

“So, a friend is near. I’m not alone in this big, cruel universe. That’s good.” Sabrina downed her tea and then set the empty cup on the floating tea table before she reached into her cleavage to retrieve a green bodysuit that she promptly poured her slime body into, filling it out and then she sealed the seam shut. Wow, that thing’s really advanced compared to what I’m used to.

“You’re only alone if you choose to be.” Uri wordily commented. I was surprised to find out that Uri had a ‘mental switch’ and right now she’s decided to be in ‘engage’ instead of ‘whisper’.

“Indeed, wise that is, Uri.” Yoda praised and my black beauty of a future waifu preened. She’s much more emotive like this. I like it, but if she feels comfortable when more subdued, I wouldn’t mind it. “Go, Sabrina. Find your loved ones. Gather here, they may.”

“Right, if I stumbled into here, then my loved ones might not be too far behind.” Sabrina hurried out of the room and we finished our tea before going back to meditating.

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“They’re so fucking huge!” Minda yelled while she floated around the room as Amelia and Jimbo rubbed the bridge of their noses. Minda had shot up from a 4-foot shorty into a towering 8-foot amazon with beach-ball sized breasts and she was fretting with Link trying to calm her down. “I’m so fucking huge! Why~?! I loved being a sexy shortstack!”

“You’ve got the ‘Goddess Body’ which later became known as the ‘Golden Age’ body. Most goddesses of anthropomorphic body shape end up like this.” Amelia, now made of slime that matched her sandy former fur, informed the distraught goddess.

“Great! So I am important. Damn it. I was hoping I could just be a sexy shadow gab, but now I’m like a fucking Thraggen with pointy ears.” Midna huffed and ran her hands over her sculpted muscles. “Fuck, I always got hot over bodies like this, but I was fine with how I was!”

“At least you’re not a hermaphrodite.” Jim consoled the black and white beauty, who nodded gratefully for at least remaining her original gender.

“Yeah. No offense to you, Link, but I like not having male organs.” Midna said to the cute and sexy herm who still swaddled herself in a hoodie and jeans.

“Hey, I was born this way, none taken. It does get a bit annoying when I’m trying to bathe or shower and it decides to be rock hard, distracting me from just enjoying getting clean.” Link admitted and Jim nodded in commiseration. He too has had a ‘bathtime boner’ when it wasn’t what he was wanting to do in the shower/bath.

“All this said, we should get you dressed and properly introduce you to everyone. Keeping you hidden seems to be the wrong answer now.” Amelia then led the orange-haired beach babe to the bathroom and Jim went to join them. That was why he came back after his workout.

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“Good news! They’re alive. Weird news...Wiatr is no more.” Brennie huffed with a gesture at her four wives with Willow practically hiding behind Daring while Svartr and Cynder waved. The Kitsune, Changeling Broodmother, Godkin Wolfess and Ancient Dragon were all still made of slime and were all now dressed in their own outfits. The irony that Willow, the Goddess of Sex, had the most modest clothes in the form of a blue sundress was beautiful.

“Well, at least they came out of your shadow unscathed.” Kevin snorted before opening up his pants and retrieved a very scared black slime Cocoa from it, still shaking like a leaf. “She thought it was a good idea to use my shadow as a doorway. She found out why it wasn’t.”

“It seems someone has connected to the old Twilight Realm in the Warp. It was the least volatile section of the Warp to utilize, but only us Ancient Dragons knew how. Who managed this?” Cynder questioned as she tried to get a bomber jacket to stretch at least to the front of her breasts, but sighed and let it frame them like a bolero jacket.

“Midna. We haven’t seen her, but Amelia, James and Doctor Doppler have mentioned her.” Edward answered with a sigh.

“Secret! Was Secret!” Cocoa suddenly barked eagerly before the black labrador cerberus slime slithered out of Kevin’s hand to stand in the nude before everyone at full size. “Midna Goddess of Twilight. She one who punched hole into Warp, formed Mirror of Twilight by accident, became first Twili.” The Goddess of Secrets announced happily. She normally didn’t take pleasure in divulging Secrets, but when it was helpful...well, she’s whipping her ass with her wagging tail.

“So the whole of Paradise are now Midna’s subjects?” Rico asked warily and Cocoa nodded in triplicate. “We better have words with Midna promptly. She has dominion over our wives and-.”

“Whoa~!” A pure-white Twili unicorn mare stumbled out of the shadow behind Rico, the slime mare grabbed onto Rico’s shoulder to steady herself and she blinked her bright blue eyes. “Guys? What’s going on?”

“Ugh, Gleaming, why aren’t you Shining right now?” Brennie asked in exasperation.

“I was getting fucked in the pussy by Cady when the evacuation order came down, okay?” The mare huffed and she morphed into a blank-groined male slime. Shining Armor was usually more reserved and polite than the rest of their extended marriage. “So, what’s the sitch? Or should I wait until you can make a broad announcement?”

“Broad announcement, this is going to get old fast.” Vinnie snorted, likely imagining all the silliness going on from Twili stumbling in from out of nowhere.

“Oh, this is fun! I’m not the only one hopping from Shadows.” Alucard said as he morphsed out of the wall. “I’m just dropping in to let you know that with the Dark Soul no longer sequestered in Paradise, we of the Painting of Ash can now freely move about once more. Even more than before due to how much our Mistress’s new existence synergizes with her Soul.”

“Even more?” Willow asked nervously. She’d always been the most meek of them all.

“Yes. Because not only was our Mistress too far from Ash for it to allow us passage, but the UnSC has been experimenting on the Painting.” Alucard then gestured to his shadow and Seras, a vampire thestral mare who had the ‘Goddess Body’ long before it was normal, rose from it to bow with a bright smile. “We are now at your beck and call once more. The Hunters have been going positively mad waiting for this.”

“Bring them in and have them situated.” Brennie ordered as her metaphorical heart beat faster in excitement. She had missed the Hunters. They were eccentric and crazy to the extreme, but they were genuinely immortal and threw themselves at their enemies with swift, skilled death in every movement and mad devotion in their minds. It was hard to come across people even a quarter as worthy as them in combat.

“Ah, so much better. I truly wish to tear those who trapped us to pieces.” The Good Hunter growled as he appeared. The eldritch god-like entity was fully clothed to preserve the sanity of those who looked upon him, but time changed his garb from victorian-style clothing to a full suit of power armor that looked disturbingly like Samuel Hayden from DOOM 2016. “With this new empowerment, their efforts to keep the Painting sealed are worthless.”

“Yes, yes. Wonderful, can we please just make an announcement before this turns into a who’s-who of the old cast?” Vinnie pleaded and everyone nodded.

“Well, then, you can make the announcement.” Brennie declared and Vinnie frowned at that. “Now, now. You wanted to get this over and done with, so you will do the deed.”

“Okay then.” Vinnie opened her Omni-Tool and took a breath. “Attention all Rebel Alliance personnel. If you see someone staggering out of a shadow or otherwise confused about everything, they’re the people of Paradise, which has imploded due to a change in how this universe processes divine power. Please assist them in gathering together in an orderly fashion on a Liveship, thank you.” Vinnie then smiled brightly after she hung up. “There, now it’ll-.”

“Bwa~!” Two familiar, if now colored dark blacks/blues/purples, super-sexy draconequus fell from the shadow of the light fixture and belly-flopped onto the table. “Ugh…”

“Okay...just answer this: why are all of you naked when you come through?” Brennie demanded.

“We can’t take physical objects with us outside of our Inventories through the Twilight Realm.” Cynder spoke up, since she was the one with the most experience in the room.

“So, you are Nudists by nature.” Kevin commented with amusement, then looked at Alucard, who like other Ash residents, was still clothed. He winked mischievously.

“Only if we go immaterial.” Cynder shrugged. “Now then, how about we just call it a day? More of us are going to be popping up out of the metaphorical woodwork for who-knows how long.”