Pirate Bebop

Ch.77

“So yew’re the great Willow? You look...like nothing I would have imagined.” I commented.

“Have legends about me really gone that wild?” The surprisingly normal-seeming slime vixen who, despite having the body she’s known for, didn’t seem so over-the-top like myth and the words of her lovers made her out to be. She was an odd hybrid of a two-tailed kitsune with ahuizotl to have two huge ‘fluffy’ tail-hands. Her membrane was primarily black with white accents from her jaw down her front and on the ends of her limbs. All in a blue sundress.

“Yeh, it sounded like ya were a giantess killing machine both on the battlefield and in bed.” I said to the gentle beauty as I leaned back in my chair. After the announcement and my daily training was done, I’d gone to one of several lounges aboard the Bebop to find this total babe watching anime and we started chatting. Finding out she’s the myth, the legend, is a bit hard to swallow. She was nothing like the tales of an Undead Sex Goddess rampaging all over.

“Oh, those were my early days. I wasn’t sure who or what I was. I just knew that I had to save the world from Corruption and did what I had to. I don’t like hurting people though. Not anymore. I grew sick of it quickly. Only Svartr...right, I’m not part of...yeah.” Willow meekly looked away.

“Yew’re uneasy about not being fused anymore?” I asked with a bit of understanding. Even now I long to be with Brennie, Visi, Vinnie, Rivala and Juneau again. It was like being defused was moving a country away from my best friends even though they’re always available.

“I’ve been part of a whole for so long, I don’t know if I can function without them. Daring’s got the will, Svartr doesn’t care about being defused and Cynder has an alien mind compared to most people. I’m just a horny bitch without much substance compared to them.” Willow sighed wistfully. “I’m sure you're Displaced. You know what it’s like. You go from a nobody, to somebody in a short time, then everything’s riding on you. Then, if you’re lucky like me, you get to have your happily ever after...only there’s no end for the immortal.”

“Are ya saying yew’d rather be dead?” I asked worriedly and she shook her head.

“No, no. I mean...I’ve been married for basically forever. We’ve had our ups and our downs, but despite how high those ups are, it still mostly feels like we’ve had more downs than ups.” Willow closed her eyes and I peered into her soul. It was an ancient and tired thing. I scooted close and side-hugged her, the vixen accepted my contact and leaned her head against my shoulder.

“Wanna bang?” I offered and her body filled with a surge of eagerness, but she suppressed it.

“I don’t want our future relationship to be based on sex. Let’s watch Hyper Neptunia instead.” Willow did snuggle closer and the melancholy that filled her lessened. I felt good about that.

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“Gah!” Tanya gasped in pain as she was pushed back into a wall hard. Ever since she was informed that she, too, was with the Dark Taint, the Empyreals helped her in coping with it.

First was the Nightmares and Visions of the Darkspawn. The new demons that Hell threw at the Argentines on a regular basis. Something she would have to get used to, lest she be consumed and turned into the very horrors they face. Then her body continued to change, becoming taller, packed with muscle and she was embarrassed at her huge breasts until scinoxes assured her that she wasn’t mutating acid sacs or something equally absurd in her bosom.

However, despite her new body’s strength, stamina and endurance, she was still a wimp compared to other female Empyreals. In fact, she was currently being put into a pretzel hold with her face shoved into the tits of her current wrestling partner named Delius. “Agh! I give, I give~!” Tanya panted as she vainly tried to free herself and not get aroused with her face buried in the white sports bra containing breasts that equalled her own new B-ball bosom.

Delius compiled and released the newly-minted Empyreal-in-training. “You’re too used to using your flight magic, move on the ground more. That’s why you’re weaker.” The beautiful unicorn demoness declared and Tanya, now 7 feet tall to match the similarly buff babe, stopped mid-rise to drop and pick herself up with her muscles and not her magic.

“Sorry if I was trained to always be on the move and never stop.” Tanya panted and groaned as she stood, her ass-length blonde hair matting against her back after it came undone from her hasty bun. She’d tried cutting it, but it just grew back in minutes. Fucking Taint! She’s not the only Empyreal stuck with long hair, but thankfully she was among a rare subset.

It was also a quiet little industry for why there’s so many wigs in Devorak for cosplay reasons. She could sell her hair for a quick bit of money, especially since her straw-blond hair was considered rare. Vanity aside, being a sink for Dark Taint sucked. She was constantly horny, always on edge and felt like she was an instant away from snapping at someone.

Not everyone reacts to the Dark Taint the same, but Tanya apparently got it hard in the realms of Wrath, Lust and Violence. Yes, Wrath and Violence are different. The former is bringing action upon something out of spite and Violence is self-explanatory. At least she had lovers to vent her Lust on daily or she’d be unable to function. All Empyreals had their own way to cope, her’s was sex with someone she trusted.

“Head out of your crotch.” Delius poked Tanya in the forehead and she realized she’d been staring at Delius with desire while she was also ranting to herself in her head. “C’mon, I know it’s rough. I can’t go a day without counting my credit account and seeing the numbers rise even a tiny bit.” Delius confided and Tanya slurped up the drool on her lips.

“Right, sorry. What next?” Despite the wringer she’d been put through, being an Empyreal included a rapid rebound. She’d train, get stronger. She wouldn’t suffer another Visha...

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“You met Willow and didn’t get your brains fucked out? Whoa.” Brennie said to Jane in surprise when she sought out the slime wolfess to find out she’d gone up to the cleared ridge to look up at the stars. Worried, Brennie went to find out what was up with her new lover and also to spend some quality time as her family tried to settle in, asking for some space to cope with the loss of their home.

“Trust me, I’m as surprised as ya.” Jane snorted and kicked her paws over the ledge as she remained leaning back and looking up at the sky. “However, did ya know she’s sad?” Brennie sighed out of her nose. “Her Soul, it’s tired. She just wants to live in peace with her loved ones. She had that, but it wasn’t complete.” Jane looked pointedly at Brennie and she looked away.

“I’m not exactly a peaceful person, but I find peace in solitude.”

“Brennie, cut the shit. I was fused with ya. That’s not the only peace ya get.” Jane scooted closer and side-hugged her lover. “I won’t ask why, what or how. I know all that, I was ya. What I’m going to say now is that ya need to do this differently. After all is said and done, take her home, girl. She’s always had to wear the pants in this marriage, hasn’t she? Cadence may have been the plotting matchmaker, but in the end it was Willow ya all gathered around.”

“She-.”

“She told me she doesn’t want her relationship with me going forward to be founded on Sex. Which is what she did with ya all. She isn’t getting the satisfaction she really wants. She’s lonely. She has all of ya, but she doesn’t know how to connect with any of ya outside of Sex.” Jane sighed and nuzzled Brennie’s throat. “She Loves ya, but it hurts. Just spend time with her, no sex. Then take her home. She wants her family more than she wants fucking.”

Jane then pulled them down to flop onto their backs on the soft gray grass that had sprouted across Tarkus after Jane’s Avatar form seeded the world with vitality. “Well...what would you suggest on how to do that?”

“Fuse with her. Not permanently, but she doesn’t know how to be an individual anymore. Ease her into it. Maybe have her ride-along with ya fer daily things and then defuse at the end of the day. Just don’t give her what her nature wants, she could backslide.” Jane then patted Brennie’s groin and she felt a bit flush. “After all, yew’re both Goddesses of Sex. If ya two went down that rabbit hole, the only one who might pull ya out is Vinnie, your resident rabbit.”

“No, she’d make it worse, for sure. Wiatr...sorry, she’s...so damn used to...ugh. It’s because of her support that Vinnie changed her gender. It was because of her that Vinnie went from a crazy bunny-boy to a horny march-hare. Vinnie was the closest to Wiatr, ironically, when I was the one Willow latched onto.” Brennie muttered nostalgically as the two divine dames looked at the sky.

“Which is why I’m saying ya need to be the one to help Willow. Yew’re one of the few people that knew her before Wiatr was a thing. Daring, Svartr and Cynder from how Willow mentioned them, are also doing their own things to adjust. Yer wife needs ya, what’re ya doing here?” Jane asked playfully, only to get kissed and then moaned as she was gulped down into Brennie.

The dracowolf sighed after she finished and silver highlights and accents formed over her body when she put Jane’s clothes away. “That’s why.” Janey sighed and got up. “I needed some inner strength to face her, to face them. Yew’re such a strong person, Jane.” Janey smiled and then trekked to the elevator, not willing to take the faster route of flying because she was still procrastinating a bit.

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Jovia huffed as the day went by and no one came to fuck her. If she was to be stuck in one place that was her only request! To have sex twice a day, damnit! She was about to storm out of the room when a bunch of sexy little cutie-buns trooped into her room. “You’re Jovia, yes?” One of the several reptile rabbit lads asked her and she nodded. “We’re assigned as your personal harem boys. How do you want us?”

Jovia blinked. “...I got a harem? Um, don’t we have to get to know each other or-?”

“No, no, at least not yet. We’re career prostitutes in service to our Goddesses Willow and Brennie, the divines of Sex. Your reward for hosting something called the Divinity Engine is a harem to tend to your sexual needs.” The orange one at the lead declared and Jovia beamed excitedly.

“Yay~! I always wanted a harem! I wanna go on dates with you later, though.” Jovia grabbed their leader and began kissing him as she hovered to lay on the bed with the others crowding around them and pawing at her fecund form.

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I nervously stood outside of the room I smelled Willow inside of. She was alone, no other scents. I took a bracing breath, regardless of my fusion to help with this or that I’m a slime and don’t need air. I knocked and waited worriedly. That's when I heard her humming. Willow didn’t really acknowledge it, but she has an incredible singing voice. I likened her to Lizzie Hale-.

The door opened and Willow blinked. “Brennie? No, wait, I smell Jane too. Oh my gosh, are you fused?!” Willow asked excitedly with her fluffy tails puffing up and breasts visibly expanding in sexual excitement, but I quickly put my index finger to her lips.

“No, no, none of that. I know we’re both Sex deities, but it’s time fer ya and I to finally spend meaningful non-sex time together. I’d like to do that with all of yer side of the marriage, but right now it seems ya need me the most. Stop that!” I yelped and yanked my hand away when she started sucking on my finger while groping her currently beach-ball sized tits.

“Sorry, babe. You do things to me. That’s why I went so wild for you, remember?” Willow smiled sheepishly and rubbed her thighs together. I could already smell and feel her intense arousal. “I don’t know if I can do that right now. It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other and earlier I was able to put it aside because of business, but you’re offering to spend time with me, alone. I...I need you in ways you possibly may comprehend.”

“Oh fuck yes I can comprehend. I’m fighting the urge to jump yer sexy slime six ways from Sunday. That said, Jane suggested that I fuse with ya. Not permanently! Just, y’know, to help ya ease into being yer own person again instead of throwing ya into the pit of wolves.” I said as I entered her room and closed the door behind me, my wife licked her lips.

“Aw, but they’re such sexy wolves~. I mean, I have one right here for evidence.” Willow fluttered her eyes before I gently pushed her to sit down on the bed and I sat next to her. She eagerly embraced me and nuzzled into my neck. “I love you, Brennie. I will grow to love you too, Jane. Just, please. I’m so tired of us fighting. I want to be with you and for us to be a family again.”

“Now that yew’re not all trapped in Paradise, what with it being gone now, we can try. However, I’m War among other things and Hell is basically never going to stop being a threat to the multiverse. I don’t do Peace.” I reminded her and Willow snorted.

“I may not like violence, beyond what’s necessary anyway, but I accepted that a long time ago. It was why we kept offering you asylum in Paradise, to take vacations away from it all. Unending War is Hell. I may dislike traditional religions, but Dante’s Inferno’s portrayals of the Circles of Hell provide good examples of great suffering.” Willow sighed and began petting my tail. “So, are we gonna fuck? Or, are you going to melt with me and finally let me in?”

I smiled at her and then kissed her. She moaned and then squeaked when I began gulping her down. She shuddered and let me consume her in this lewd way. I panted and moaned as nearly 20,000 years of memories, experiences and shared feelings filled me while my body replaced my fluffy tail with two fox tails ending in fluff-hands, my ears became enormous adorable fennec fox ears and I panted as I pawed at myself while flopping back on the bed.

“Oh~ fuck!” I gasped and began masturbating desperately, the overwhelming sensation of two goddesses of Sex merging caused me to need to cum ASAP! I keened and howled from the quick flog and then let myself puddle on the fluid-proof bed. “Oh my gods! I Love ya~!” I whined, crying. The fact my Brennie and Willow parts have genuinely Loved each other for so long, yet kept hurting each other, it was so sad. Finally, some reconciliation.

I shuddered and split away from Brennie and Willow, shuddering from the intense event and I looked back at the beauty that was Winnie. The draco-foxhound was passed out, tears trailing down from the corners of her eyes. I carefully picked the red, black and white woman up to tuck her under the covers and I kissed her brow before staggering out of the room. I need to sleep in a tub or a womb tonight. Damn that was draining.

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Marcus was in his office and pacing back and forth. He brought Dongo and Hermais to their sleeping sister, Eris, who they quickly took into their arms and wept at her comatose state. It hurt him to see them like this. They were his sisters, shared by the same mother, but genetics didn’t matter with their mother or them, so they had also been occasional lovers.

This wasn’t just a personal matter, either. The ‘End of Paradise’ as this disaster has been named, is perhaps the largest refugee exodus in the history of both universes. Possibly even bigger than when the Argentines had to temporarily move to this dimension after they lost their homeworld. There are untold trillions of new Warp Daemons in the form of the Twili scattered across the universe.

Of course something of this scale had to happen when he was in charge. “From the reports provided by the Marines, the fledgling Divinity Engine may have simply turned off her connection to her Aspect because she was overloading the server with all the time fuckery she was constantly doing.” Marcus told the two awake draconequus, who nodded.

“I still have my Aspect, I just feel less potent. Like I went from a full flow electric dam to only running one turbine.” Dongoruas put Eris’s sleeping form back in the bed.

“More like downgrading from high-speed wireless data transfer to cables.” Hermais muttered unhappily as she rubbed her beak. “Instead of being able to reference something immediately, I have to send a query, then wait for a reply. I guess it’s because the DE is still adjusting user profiles or something.” Hermais sighed and plopped her nude butt into a chair.

“I suppose so.” Marcus sighed as his shoulders slumped.

“Oh. Oh fuck.” Hermais paled, which was impressive considering her new Twili pigmentation of mixed blacks, whites and purples. Also, feathers. Chaos was always weird. “This universe is just trolling us! It’s establishing a similar system as the power system of Worm!”

“What?” Dongo asked in confusion and Hermais pouted. “Oh, right, one of the several million stories you really liked.”

“How does it work?” Marcus asked with a mixture of resignation and curiosity.

“Imagine Harmonia, our resident Saturn-class size crystal life-form who can only be downsized by her own will and assistance from size-change magic. Now make her a pan-dimensional Entity and parasitically implanting tumors into the brains of sapient species that grant superpowers when the subject experiences a Trigger Event, easily described as ‘The Worst Day of Your Life’. These tumors are merely connections to Shards, fragments of an Entity the size of countries.” Hermais let them process that for a moment and then she took a breath.

“Shards have a specific ‘program’ installed that grants a certain superpower. These Shards act as alien supercomputers to take the psychic and informational load off of their Hosts. The entire reason for this is to drive their hosts to Conflict and use the ingenuity of the Host to come across new utilizations of the granted power. Once enough data is collected, the Entity wipes out all possible parallel iterations of the victim planet, reaps the species as a whole and then flies to another inhabited world to repeat the process.” Hermais then held up a hand.

“However, while this system is similar to what the Divinity Engine is doing, it is specifically to Host the Power of Aspects so the Users, us deities, don’t have all that power all over the place. This Reality is sick of us gods throwing our awesome abilities everywhere without a way to keep things under wraps.” Hermais finished and then slumped back in her chair. “Which means no more gratuitous displays of power, but no more extreme backlash. Eris will be fine.”

“Hm, you know, Eris did mention that this Universe was getting sick of the Gods. She even proclaimed that it could happen in Devorak.” Marcus said as he was reminded of what she told the Doom Marines.

“Which means it won’t even give a fuck if we all move in with you over in Devorak, since it would still likely take a long time for Devorak to act. However, despite adding limitations, this system is a great idea. It will help restrain us from going overboard and prevent intruders from being overpowered if they’re ‘godly’ enough to count. I suggest we try to make a DE for Devorak too.” Hermais said as she sat upright. “That way, the Dark Taint would also have a limiting factor.”

“Devorak would destroy the DE.” Came the voice of Freedom, who materialized before them in his robed, humanoid form.

“Then it’s perfectly fine for us to move over there, we’ll just have to be careful because we might be more powerful there than here. Unless...we give User Access away. Stop being deities.” Hermais hummed in consideration.

“Hermais, the Doom Marines’ universe is different to yours. Not all are the same, so they don’t operate on common ground. That’s not how the multiverse works.” Freedom lectured them.

“Then why do we still have our godly powers in Devorak? Free, the Multiverse ensures that there’s some level of compatibility between universes.” Hermais huffed at his contrarianism.

“Why do you think it lets the Dark Taint exist within its realm? Besides that you cannot cure it. Not even I dare to mess with that stuff. You can move to Devorak, just expect it to act on its own as usual. It’s adaptive, meaning it can adjust accordingly. It loves the Doom Marines and all those inhabiting within it. It hates boredom and your kind are far from boring.” Freedom declared and Hermais giggled girlishly with a blush. “Point made.”