Pirate Bebop

Ch.78

Winnie woke up from a wonderful dream and then she sat up, stretching and setting her membrane, allowing her fur and scales to settle. She smacked her lips and groggily blinked before sighing and climbing out of bed. She rubbed her eyes and turned on the bathroom light, only now remembering that she’s a fusion of Willow and Brennie. “Well, hey sexy.” Winnie chuckled at the dracofox beauty in the mirror.

Black scales, white hair and tail-tips, red everywhere else. She turned on the water and was about to brush her teeth before she stopped and turned off the water, then morphed her mouth to reset any possible morning breath. Then, she was struck by indecision. Not about defusing, that would be for breakfast, but on where to go from here.

Her Willow half was genuinely lost. She’d lost her home, her family was scattered across the universe, she hasn’t had Brennie or the other Argentines in her life for several thousand years and it both hurt yet soothed her heart to be part of Brennie right here and now. Brennie wanted to take it slow, her wife’s family would show up eventually, they were like that. However, she could feel and know that Willow was scared, no, terrified to be an individual again.

“Fuck.” Winnie groaned in annoyance. She could do military work, but mostly administration without unsettling Willow. If she went into heavy combat, Willow might actually backslide into the cannibalistic battle-bitch that made Brennie so fucking hot for-fuck~! “Oh my God I love myself.” Winnie grunted and fought off the urge to start fapping with her tail hands right in front of the mirror. Maybe this could work, whatever the Divinity Engine is doing, she’s not a brainless slut.

Winnie had the self-awareness to acknowledge that, on both halves, she’s had moments where Sex was all she cared about. However, despite doubling up on the Sex Aspect, aside from her usual horniness, she wasn’t turning into a bitch in heat. Nice. “Hey Willow, how are-whoa~!” Winnie smiled over at Daring Do, the original rubber-person and former pegasus who was in her favored pithy khaki short-shorts and crop top. “Hot damn, Brennie has really gone beyond us.”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve gone exactly far enough.” Winnie cheekily replied with a slap of a tail-hand on her hip. “Now then, I was planning to defuse for breakfast, but Willow is still afraid of being alone. Mind helping out with her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Come on out, Willow.” Daring gently urged and Winnie winced before she willed herself to split. Brennie gently pushed Willow forward and she whimpered.

“N-no! Take me back! Please! I’m so alone~!” Willow cried, but Daring shushed her and magic flowed from the distraught vixen to the changeling broodmother’s horn, quickly calming her.

“Fear always tastes horrible, but if it’ll help…” Daring looked past the nearly catatonic vixen at Brennie. “Thank you for helping her sleep last night. She assured us she didn’t want to interfere with our own needs for individuality.”

“In all honesty, I thought my personality might be too much for her.” Brennie admitted with relief that she was wrong. Willow may be a total submissive, but she was a twisted bitch.

“You two are more alike than either of you will admit. She participated in plenty of war games in Paradise.” Daring said as she helped dress Willow, who was quietly keeping calm with their wife’s help.

“Yeah...but there weren’t any stakes in those.” Brennie uneasily dismissed. Sure, Willow got a major battle-boner, but she rarely got her battlelust up. Memories of how hungry Willow was for combat back in the day only made it harder not to realize how right Willow is for her. It wasn’t until Hell attacked, butchered and slaughtered her people that Willow became disgusted by violence. Brennie could understand that notion, but deep within Willow was a predator, waiting.

“Hey, how’s-oh my gosh! Brennie! You’re a sexy bitch!” Svartr declared boisterously and immediately stormed up to Brennie to slap her ass. “You can still bounce an artillery shell off that ass, too!” The ‘biker’ babe of a black slime wolfess declared happily.

“You all partially fused with me yesterday.” Brennie deadpanned and Svartr chuffed.

“Yeah and you were closed up tighter than a virgin nun’s asshole as always too. Thanks for going slime, babe. You’ve unlocked all sorts of epic shit, both for sex and combat.” Svartr purred hungrily and Brennie sighed. Svartr was the battle junky and what originally influenced Willow to go out and do her damn job as a prophesied Hero. “Thanks for helping out Willow.”

“Yeah, but Willow is still not ready though, just remember that. Especially her more war-like side. She hasn’t let loose that beast for a long time.” Brennie warned and Svartr snorted.

“Just remember that we offloaded War to Urta because Willow was afraid of turning back into that. I would’ve reveled in it, but-.” A knock at the door interrupted Svartr.

“Is everything alright?” Cynder asked when she sauntered in. “I know we’re doing this whole ‘staying individuals’ thing, but being together constantly for thousands of years must make this rough for all of us.” The purple Ancient Dragon wore a simple blouse and jeans and soon Willow was in another sundress, this one green.

“I want to be part of Brennie now, but...she won’t let that be permanent.” Willow stated with a loving look at her dracowolf wife. “Thank you for at least allowing me to fuse with you on occasion. Maybe we could even do it for c-c-combat. I’m sure with you there that you could pull me out of it.”

“Honey, I love you. Truly. But I’m not a life-saving crutch and you need to regain your independence. I appreciate that we’re so compatible, but I don’t want you and I to become another ‘Wiatr’.” Brennie gently said as she scratched Willow behind one of her ears, making her coo and nuzzle her lover’s hand. “Which, to be honest, I’d be very tempted by.”

“Same, so maybe only now and then or we have a buffer set up so our Souls can’t fuse too. Side-along fusion isn’t the same and feels more like ‘Potara’ than Fusion Dance. So, do they have breakfast here in the buff?” Willow asked cheekily and Brennie blinked in realization.

“No. As much as I would like to get a reaction out of Jet, there are children.” Brennie laughed at imagining the scowling Jet bellowing at them.

“Well then, let’s get you gussied up and go grab some grub.” Daring and the others began fishing out various clothes and helped Brennie dress.

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I decided to skip breakfast. Reconciling two ancient Souls was exhausting on a spiritual level and I chose to drink from my flask, which was now back to tasting like Urta’s best-thing-ever fluids, to my disappointment. I was in the zen room, gathering myself and pushing away the memories, thoughts and feelings that weren’t mine.

Unlike the raunchy fun mass-fusion I was part of, the one between Brennie and Willow was immensely intimate. They were practically Soul-Mates. However, I had the feeling that was the nature of Willow and Urta. Dear fuck, if I’m part of their fusion, I might just lose my mind for days coping with the immense exhausting satisfaction.

“Hey babe.” I looked up to see Uri saunter in with a hungry gleam to her eyes and sway to her hips. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I can tell. Are ya here to take me?” I asked tiredly and she licked her lips hungrily with a nod. “Then please do. I’m tired from helping Brennie and Willow last night.” I hummed appreciatively when she dropped her yoga pants. She then approached before cramming my snout into her powerful pussy. It pulled me into the dark and peaceful sanctuary of her womb as she got off on unbirthing me. Soon, I was safe, sound and sleepy, so I sloshed to give her pleasure until I dozed off.

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“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Said Winnie. She had fused together on suggestion from Marcus and was in full uniform while she followed her son on an inspection of the Vengeful Retributor. The flagship was currently acting as the emergency relief center for gathering up as many Twili that appear in one place as possible. “I mean, I’m all for being caught up on everything, but why is Willow involved? Damn you’re fine, boy.” Winnie licked her lips.

“Thanks, Mum. Anyway, I figured it might be best to have you both here addressing the Twili refugees. They are predominantly Andromedans and they need to be reminded their leaders and saviors are still here.” Marcus explained while his tail wagged at the praise coming from both of his parents simultaneously.

“Considering half of me was one of their rulers and half of me is known to be a competent emergency scenario handler. Good idea.” Winnie spanked her son’s perfect ass through his military uniform. “Fuck, have you turned out good. I’m damn proud. How many grandbabies do I have again?” Winnie demanded halfway between teasing and in the tone of an officer.

“Not nearly enough.” He answered with a snort before returning the lewd gesture in kind, getting a cute giggle out of her as she straightened her officer cap.

“Good answer! Grab a faithful gal and get fucking.” Winnie then strutted her boots into the large communal bunk section where the Twili were. “Attention all of you! I’m Winnie, Willow and Brennie. I’m your queen and your battle-bitch in one. You’re in good hands, just settle down, follow instructions and assist the Argentines where you can. We’ll get through this as always. Direct any of the Royal Family to the staff. Good day. Oh, before I go.”

Winnie blasted the entire chamber with a burst of her ‘Double Fuck-Aura’ and watched her horny citizens cheer at recognizing her before she sauntered out, a tail-hand tugging her astonished son by the collar. “Wow! Are you sure you two don’t want this to be permanent? You turned that herd of cats into a functioning group in one paragraph!” Marcus declared happily.

“Son, your words are too kind. I’m just doing what...we would do if...hm.” Winnie mused and then shrugged. “We just need to do something to ensure our souls don’t fuse. I think Willow is helping Brennie mellow, while Brennie is helping Willow show her teeth. I’m kinda worried I might be too much for people to handle. I’ll defuse at mealtimes for sure. Willow needs to socialize as an individual.”

“Understandable. Maybe Jane and Vinnie can help make a ‘soul barrier’ to keep you two from fusing too far.” Marcus suggested as he came up to her side and side-hugged her.

“If only to stay on the safe side of things, yes. For now, though, let’s retreat into your quarters. Willow is Fertility and we can have all the naughty fun we want without consequences.” Winnie wrapped her arm around her son’s hips and grinned evilly up at Marcus, making him gulp, but his tail was wagging rapidly. “I’m gonna show you why I’m the Fucking Goddess of Sex!” Winnie was gonna blow her son’s mind~! Woot for gene-neutrality~!

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“C’mon, don’t be so jelly, Vinnie.” Visilia cooed as she rubbed Vinnie’s neck, the faux-Jolteon was sulking after discovering that Willow and Brennie were in a fusion ‘time-share’ to help the socially anxious Willow adjust to being an individual person again. “If you got involved, then the sexual beast you three would become would be little better than Wiatr ever was on being able to function without sex involved.”

“Winnie is fucking Marcus like a wild breeding bitch as we speak.” Vinnie stated with a pout.

“T-to be fair, Marcus is incredibly attractive and recently indulged in Brennie…” Visilia excused sheepishly. “Also, remember that for us, Incest is just a social stigma, we’re no more genetically related than strangers. What ties us are stronger than blood. We’re not the Lannisters.”

“What Visi said.” Cynder commented from where she was on another recliner in the lounge they were in aboard the Bebop. She was reading her omni to get caught up on the situation, as were Sabrina, Cocoa and all of their wives/children that had arrived from the Warp. “Remember that before linear time on Equus, my species were much the same. Willow will have further lessened Brennie’s inhibitions on that front.”

“Which is why they’re fucking their mutual son with reckless abandon.” Vinnie sighed. She didn’t have such issues either, but Brennie once did. Yes, she helped entice Brennie to the ‘Dark Side’ of kinks more than once, but seeing her throw her ancient principles out the window without hesitation was unsettling and hot. Thus, why Vinnie was turbo-jelly of Winnie right now.

Also because their fused name was her name with a W. That fucking got her in the punny bone.

“Don’t worry. Winnie will come barging in someday soon, stripping us of our reason and turning us into her lusty sex-kitten wives just like the old days when we went absolutely wild.” Visilia sighed longingly and Vinnie hummed wistfully. “At least thanks to the Divinity Engine, she’s consciously making these decisions instead of being controlled by her Aspects.”

“More like she’s letting them influence her instead of losing the fight. It’s different, she can stop whenever she wants. She’s just not wanting to.” Cynder commented before scoffing in disgust. “How far society has Fallen. We must rescue the Changelings from the Underhives of the industrial nightmare this dark future has the gall to call ‘civilization’. It’s almost as bad as Warhammer 40K. At least it isn’t all run by the Imperium of Man or an analogue.”

“No worse than the Stellaris universe, but you are right. Brennie seems to be more attuned to her Aspects than the rest of us. No wonder why both Slayer and Carnage consider her to be the strongest out of us five.” Vinnie didn’t mind being considered weaker than her battle-mates, but she was envious of how easy Brennie sometimes made being a deity seem.

“Hold up, Todd and Carl aren’t here. Is Hell still being an insufferable twat after we rescued most of the demons from enslavement?” Cynder asked in exasperation.

“Because Satan Asmodeus isn’t dead. That was a decoy in his place. Look up the Dark Taint. Some of the info is censored, but you’ll get the gist.” Visilia sighed tiredly. She too wished Hell would just cease to exist, but no. The slimy fuck has to still be in charge with a new endless army and Luci Fer has basically moved in with her family like the annoying fun aunt she was.

“Wait, he’s now an Arch-Devil?! I remember how Willow used to play Dragon Age: Origins and Dragon Age 2. She always complained that Dragon Age: Inquisition kept losing her save data.” Cynder said with a huff. “Let me guess, he partnered up with the Arch-Devil?”

“Corypheus? Yes. How and when those two found each other, we don’t know. One day, Demon Darkspawn invaded a colony and it started all over again.” Visilia stated to the ancient dragon. “However, we have been getting help from the Grey Wardens, when they can give it.”

“Wait, how-oh! Nadia.” Their Displaced Saiyan and Grey Warden wife. Cynder remembers meeting her the first time, she was quite the woman.

“Yes. Anyway, let’s focus on the here and now.” Vinnie gave a dismissive wave.

“The here-and-now where a hyper-horny queen bitch could descend upon us at any time and turn us into her sex-soldiers?” Cynder asked cheekily with her long thicc tail dragging on the floor.

“Oh fuck yes.” Visi groaned and then rubbed her stomach. “I can’t wait for that RP.”

“You and your lewd role-playing. Yeah, let’s talk about that and how we won’t get turned into Lust Demons in the process.” Vinnie joked and let her envy and jealousy fade in girl-talk.

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When I emerged from Uri, much to her mixture of displeasure and pleasure, I felt much better and stretched with Uri’s hands on my hips. “Thanks, Uri. Did I interrupt anything?” I asked my lover as I looked around the empty room.

“No.” Uri’s once-more bland tone answered as she pressed her pelvis firmly against my ass.

“Nuh-uh, I’ve gotten nothing done today. Is there even a day left to do anything with?” I asked my surprisingly lewd lover and she nodded. “Great, let’s get caught up on our mechs. I don’t even know where my Zaku Warrior is.”

“R&D.” Uri didn’t release me and I perked when her tail slithered between her thighs and rubbed against my slit. “Tail-dick.” I flushed hotly and sputtered.

“Y-ya got a tail dick fer me?!” I squeaked and then moaned when she began gently penetrating me with her deceptively normal tip. “No~. Uri. I c-can’t get pregnant right now.” I panted, but couldn’t wriggle out of her grasp with the feeble energy I had and didn’t want to escape, really.

“Then fuck me and fill me with your eggs, Love.” Uri snarled, her switch clearly flipped. “I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop feeling you. I want you more than anything. I still want others, but you’re the first I have ever wanted as my Mate. Breed me or gods be damned I will breed you!” Uri snarled deeply, smoke rising from between her teeth and nostrils as her red eyes practically shined.

“Oh~ Fuck~!” I howled in orgasm when she drove her tail all the way in that it could reach from her angle. “Yes! Fuck me! Breed me~!” I begged, my brain went to my ovaries~!

“Intervention~!” The ultra-sexy Winnie shouted when she burst through the door and tackled us to the bed. “Consent Foul! Take your tail-cock out of her and then talk about making babies like rational adults!” Winnie snarled with a deadly glare at Uri, who shivered and obeyed. “Good. Don’t make me do this again, I hate to leave Marcus like that again and we were getting to the good shit. No scat of course, that shit’s nasty.”

“Th-thank ya, Winnie. Uri, I want babies with ya too, but I don’t want to have to tax the Argentines with the workload since we can’t care fer puppies or store so many eggs safely. Or handle hatchlings if we do it properly. Dear gosh, I’m feeling upset now because I remembered that my pups are growing up without me…” I sniffled and Winnie joined Uri in wiping my eyes.

“Sorry. Sorry.” Uri’s voice deadened and she became bland again. “Sorry.” I kissed her cheek. “Future.” Uri rubbed both our tummies and then nuzzled Winnie. “Thanks.”

“I’d say no problem, but now Marcus has blue-balls and I’ve got aching ovaries! You’re coming back with me!” Winnie snarled and grabbed our faces with her tail-hands. Then after a disorienting warp, she tossed Uri and I to the bed where a fully hard Marcus was tied to the bed with his limbs strapped by grav-cuffs to the four posts of the bed and he muffled through a ball gag. “Get on that dick, girls! It’s not gonna worship itself!” Winnie, in an officer uniform, ordered.

“*Yip* Yes, mistress!” I yelped when she cracked a riding crop on my ass and I went to give the throbbing tumescence the attention it deserved, making Marcus moan as I lapped at his pre and gave his 2-foot mast a tit-job. While I was focused on his cock, Uri crawled under me to grope, lick and suck on his churning beach ball sized nuts! Hot fuck did he get blue-balled!

“Harder, girls! He’s not a fresh virgin!” Winnie demanded and she whipped both of us on the ass this time. I sucked his dick deeply, practically face-fucking myself on his breeding pole! Marcus howled into his gag and I began gulping his seed into me with a moan at the creamy/savory flavor at the back of my throat. “Good job. Now, you put that tail to work! Ram it into me!”

I blanked out as my brain faded from Marcus’s musk and I kept sucking, drinking and repeating while someone ate out my gushing pussy.

My gosh I can’t wait to marry into this~!