Pirate Bebop

Ch.79

Winnie walked into the galley looking like she’d won every lottery and fucked the best sexpot in the universe. Considering the latter is her, that’s an easy victory. “Morning~! Gonna need two seats so I can split apart for breakfast.” Winnie cheered with a passing caress from her left tail hand on the shoulders of each of her husbands and wives as she passed them on the way to the two free seats. She plopped her perfect ass into one and then split.

Two fully dressed babes, one in her officer uniform and the other in her sundress, were now seated and they kissed deeply. “*Smooch* Morning, love~.” Willow cooed at Brennie and Brennie kissed as her reply.

“Now, now. Down, girls. Not at the table.” Jet exasperatedly chided them as he set their piled plates of hearty breakfast food in front of them.

“See what I mean?” Brennie remarked with a snort.

“Dude’s a prude, but society needs them to survive.” Willow gently defended with a smile. “Can’t spend every waking moment faffing about.” That’s one of Brennie’s sayings. Good girl, picking up some spine already.

“I know.” Brennie conceded and dug into her breakfast.

“Where are Jane, Uri and Marcus?” Jimmy asked curiously as he helped Midna get used to maneuvering around such epically enormous tits. When they take up the bottom of your view, it can be a bit daunting until you get the hang of it.

“Still in bed. We wore them out.” Willow answered before she blinked. “Whoa. No wonder Urta and Penny were able to ping off of you and give you their Aspects. I wonder how that works now, after this ‘DE’ thing happened.”

“I’m curious too. I hope Urta and Penny show up soon.” Jimmy said with worry and got patted on his elytra by his lovers Midna and Amelia.

“...Shit. We don’t know how Nexus and the other Cybertronians may be affected by the Twilight Realm.” Brennie mentioned and they all became worried.

“Shit. She’s Ashley’s wife, right? She hasn’t come back after I sent her to go find her family.” Midna mentioned fearfully as Jimmy carefully hugged her to his side.

“Considering it was that mad quarian who helped focus the Torsion Beam Anomaly Midna set off into the Mirror of Twilight, for all we know, Nexus and the rest might be considered royalty by the Warp.” Dongoruas shrugged with equal concern while also side-hugging Hermais, who was the one who Displaced Nora’Feell who became Nexus. Needless to say, Hermais was very close to Nexus, practically considered her a daughter.

“So we need to hope Nexus doesn’t show up as some twisted Twili version of Warboss Zzottgozz.” Brennie sighed in melancholy.

“Hey, I’m the Zork Boss here, if anyone’s gonna figure out the Skaven mystical heretek bullshit, it’s going to be me!” Luster Dawn huffed indignantly and Khorgan, the Zork template, scratched her head in confusion of the topic since it clearly involved her in some way.

“Were da DAKKA?!” A black and white ogre-like thing demanded before shortly being replaced by the immensely sexy pure-purple with black hair and white optics Nexus Prime herself! The mother of this universe’s Cybertronians and Devorak’s synthetic citizens was still in her signature tenta-kini made from her own metal tendrils from her back. Hot fuck was Nexus criminally sexy. “I’m back! I felt my ears itching a bunch. I think talking about a Twili makes it possible for that specific Twili to find you. Spooky stuff! We’re Warp Daemons for sure!”

“...Urta! Urta! Urta! Big, sexy, bodacious, glorious, best-wife-!” Willow shouted before the mentioned white slime vixen erupted from Willow’s shadow and Willow squealed ecstatically as she pounced on the naked goddess, who yipped adorably when she was tackled to the floor. “Urta~! You wonderful vixen! Brennie, fuse with us~!”

“W-what’s going on?!” Urta squeaked as Willow motorboated her sloshing white goo boobs.

“Penny-Penny-Penny-Penny-yay~!” Nexus cheered when a black vixen of the same exact appearance as Urta surged from her shadow and Nexus hugged the bemused vixen.

“Okay, maybe we should do that away from the dinner table before Jet takes out the Horny Jail Bat.” Visilia chuckled and Brennie quickly pulled Willow off of Urta before shooing Urta out of the galley. The bemused vixen got up, shared a shrug with her twin sister Penny, then they both left while scratching their heads and whispering to each other.

“Aw, right. Socializing like a sane, well-adjusted member of society...can we time-travel to before we founded the Empire so we can faff around constantly?” Willow asked and Brennie along with the other Argentines all just rolled their eyes/optics.

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I woke up snuggled to Marcus with Uri on his other side. I tiredly pushed myself up and smacked my lips. I’m oddly dry, considering I guzzled so much creamy cum last night. Also, I’m slime, how can-oh. I have the ability to set an actual, physical, faux-flesh cybertronian form. Right. I fused to Brennie and the rest and can do that now.

I carefully maneuvered over Marcus and Uri, almost falling off the bed with the lack of grace. I’m not used to moving as a truly solid non-slime! I should practice like this, I’m sure I can hit harder and take more punishment without my form being amorphous. I staggered to the bathroom, good fuck my groin aches in an epic way. So this is what post-coital limping feels like. It hurts a bit, but I think I like it.

I grinned at the messy cum-glazed bitch in the mirror and then burped, coughing on the rancid stench. Woof, I could do without the morning breath. I morphed to slime and let my body-. “This is the place. It looks like Marcus had fun last night.” I heard Urta, or Penny, can’t tell since they have the same voice, say before they blocked the door with their bods. “Hello~ babe~.”

“Hey, ya two finally followed me home, huh?” I worriedly asked, sensing their lewd, thirsty intentions for me. “Ladies, I’m not a Sex or Fertility goddess, I’m just a-mm!” I was kissed and carried to the tub, where I was buried under white, then black slime and I welcomed their sexy assault on my body, which quickly ended up mixing into theirs.

I came repeatedly and soon was a howling, yipping bitch clutching my monochrome tits in a huskier voice. The minds and souls of the belated twins were glorious things! Possessed of carnal desire yet honed by a consuming sense of duty that filled me with purpose! I rose out of the tub, setting my black-tipped paws on the floor to look in the mirror. “Hello~ babe~.”

My fennec ears were black, my muzzle was white, my head was silver and across my body my monochrome tri-toned body was utterly glorious in form and meant for battle along with bearing and birthing untold numbers of offspring. I had to admire my trio of tails and my beauty. I smiled viciously and my normal-looking eyes with white sclera, silver irises and black pupils winked.

“Okay. First: I need to train, make sure I’ve still got the old mojo. Then, reconnect with my wives and husbands after they’ve had some time to catch up. Then, I’m finally gonna ram my cock into someone, fully intent on knocking them up so hard they make a population boom.” I think I’ll need to get my Fertility, Power and War User Access back from Jimbo first. People will learn quickly to worship Jenta!

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There was a beeping noise...oh. So this is what it’s like to wake up as a patient in a medical setting. Eris weakly opened her eyes, thankful that the Argentines knew better than to have blinding lights on at all times in a setting where light sensitivity was a thing. An instinctive attempt to peek at her recent history gave her a stinging headache. Nope. No powers.

Eris wasn’t afraid, though. She knew this was coming. She knew she’d cease to be a Chaotic all-knowing Time Goddess at some point, just not when, much to her past frustration. Now, though, she could feel it coming back. Slowly, in tidbits to not overwhelm her. She’s been going full-tilt for so long, she was sure it could be measured in epochs.

“Hey.” Eris smiled and was grateful for the strong, fuzzy hand that entwined with her scaled fingers. Eris opened her eyes fully to look over at her beautiful ursine sister. “You gave us all a scare, there.” Dongoruas smiled with tears in her eyes and Eris tried to sit up, only for Donga to gently push her down. “No, no. You get the honor of being the first deity to overload their access to the Divinity Engine. How did you not connect the end of your supreme power to its creation?”

“Dunno, I just...did what I had to.” Eris mumbled and closed her eyes while rubbing her sister’s knuckles with a thumb. “We all did. Sorry I couldn’t give you more warning ahead of Paradise’s destruction.”

“Everyone made it through the Mirror of Twilight. In case you can’t tell, I’m not exactly just a Draconequus anymore.” Dongo chuckled darkly as her free hand turned to wisps of shadow for a brief moment. “No spatial power involved. The Twilight Realm has nothing related to the Third Dimension despite allowing us three-dimensional beings to flow right through it.”

“Sounds frustrating.” Eris smiled cruelly and Dongo chuckled some more.

“Hermais is going crazy without the ability to reference her libraries instantly. The DE is still setting itself up. What I can’t believe is that Jovia of all entities gets the honor of hosting it in her womb.”

“She’s your grandbaby.” Eris pointed out teasingly.

“Doesn’t mean I expected greatness from her. None of us did. Well, besides you, you scheming Time Noodle.” Dongo leaned in and gently kissed her. “*Smooch* Now, I need to go to a private room and start calling my hubby. Apparently calling out to specific Twili allows them to find you in the Third Dimension. Spooky stuff. We really are Warp Daemons now.”

“Thank Queen Midna. Now, if you don’t mind, could you give me the happy juice?” Eris winced with a smile and Dongo obliged her by pressing a switch-oo yeah~...zzz...

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“What’s going on with everything?” Emilia groaned as she walked through the city with it on high alert. The last reports she had from ONI were that everything was on track. They didn’t warn her that Aiur II would enter a state of emergency that ordered all non-combat personnel to return to their living quarters.

She entered her apartment and watched as the door’s emergency bulkhead rose up from the floor, locking her in and ostensibly any invaders out. A quick peek at the emergency broadcast projected by the holo built into the bulkhead informed her that the fleet sent to Char to reclaim company assets has gone silent and now a Corpus fleet was in the Aiur System.

Welp, that’d do it. “Shit. Well, I guess my job here is over. An invasion was one of the emergency evac scenarios I was given.” Emilia sighed. As much as she hated the UnSC, this was a good job. She had coworker friends she’ll miss, some cute guys and gals she had casual sex with while keeping her pasties on, not to mention the swish apartment.

She’s losing her hybrid shower~! “Love, time to go~.” Her partner cheered as he appeared at full size in front of her in the nude. Normally she’d be all for getting on her knees and enjoying her lover, but he had his genitals stowed away and was in the process of putting on his dashing roguish ‘smuggler chique’. Fuck her shower, she hasn’t seen his ‘derring do’ clothes in years!

“Where to?” Emilia questioned as she ran through the place, gathering a few things as she pulled her pasties off and let her epic tits out to store things in her Inventory while adjusting the blazer to cover only her areolae.

“We’re meeting up with the Rebel Alliance! Our goddesses are free and it is time!” Locoa declared and Emilia felt hope well within her chest.

“Finally! This means I might finally reunite with my sister and give in to my body’s attempts to turn into slime.” Emilia sighed as she decided to stop taking the inhibitors preventing her body from finishing its transformation from her dominant slime genes.

“Or into a Draconequus~.” Locoa said with a lick of his lips.

“Oh, please. You know I’d make a horrible Chaos Noodle. I like things that are too stable.” Emilia huffed as she shoved all of the packaged food into her cleavage she could and then hummed. “Should we rip the food replicator off the wall and take it with us? I’m sure the natives of the Alliance would be grateful.”

“Good idea! Size-up those tiddies, Emmy! Oh and the shower!” She got to keep her shower~!

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“Isn’t this a bit much?” Luster asked me worriedly as I bench-pressed a whole fried Shiden mobile suit that was on the docket for being fed to a forge, but until then I was gonna pump it!

“Lusty, ya forget how strong I am.” I chuckled while checking my HUD for servo strain and other info. I’m new to the cybertronian slime thing as a whole, so this was also to test how much of my combined prowess translated into a mechanical medium. “Besides, I haven’t been in serious combat in a while, I need to grease the gears, so to speak.”

“Well, I just came to tell you that we sent off some combat groups to sabotage the UnSC supply lines.” Luster Dawn said and I chuffed before I tossed the suit back into a standing position, possible since it was frozen like that, then jumped to my paws and looked at my future wife at eye-level with her hovering form. I put enough mass into my body to be as tall as Rico or Edward at 14 feet so I had hands big enough to move that thing without breaking it more.

“Lusty, that’s bull. Anyone could’ve come to tell me. What’s up, babe?” I asked as I shrunk down and pulled out one of my favorite sets of clothes. My ‘2D8 Bludgeoning’ crop top and my ‘2D8 Crushing’ shorts. I’ve had that reprinted so many times over the millenia it still made me giggle.

“Jane-.”

“Jenta.” I interrupted with a bit of annoyance. I know Urta and Penny have been gone a long time, but to forget that they’re part of my whole just felt so damn rude to me.

“Jenta, I’m a bit worried. We haven’t spent time together in a while.” Luster mewled and I blinked before I facepalmed and dragged my hand down my cheek.

“Fuck, yew’re right. C’mere, let’s go hang out, go on a date, something.” I wrapped my Powerful arm around her waist and she looked a bit guilty.

“Just Jane and I?” My ears tilted back and I felt a bit rejected. “Auntie Urta, Penny. I know you’re likely eager to stretch your membranes and have fun, but you and the other slimes have been taking up all of Jane’s time. I want Jane and I to spend quality time together.” I pouted. “Just with each other.” I made my eyes big and watery. “Alone.”

“Fine, fine. It’s not like she’s our fiance too or something.” I grumbled and then split, finding myself standing naked in Luster’s arms as Penta, the two-tailed kitsune fusion of Penny and Urta, clicked her tongue with a wink and gun-hands at us. “Go have some bonding time, kiddos.” The half-n-half black and white vixen sauntered away and I hugged Luster.

“Sorry for getting so caught-up in all these shenanigans. It’s like, the universe and all these sexy people keep throwing themselves at me and I’m such a horny bitch that I can’t say no…” I mewled and Luster petted my head with a Kind smile.

“Jane, I get it. You’re not the first, nor likely the last, person that the Imperial and Argentine Royal Families have taken such an infatuation to.” Luster cooed and I noticed something.

“Why do ya smell so nice?” It was spicy, sweet, yet had a hint of minty freshness.

“I’m trying something my new Zask template suggested. I’m unsure if it’ll work, my abdomen is all tingly since I started it. Let’s watch some movies.” Luster picked me up in a bridal carry and I blushed with a beaming smile.

“H-hey. I know I’m a lass now, but I was a lad not three months ago. Shouldn’t I be doing the carrying?” I asked before I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek.

“Gender stereotypes are for lesser societies. Besides, you're a slippery fish and I don’t want you swimming away.” Luster joked and I snuggled into her grasp, uncaring if anyone saw me.

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“So, we’re going to need reinforcements. We have too many resources and not enough people to handle them. We’ve already had to activate a fleet’s worth of droids. They were meant for emergencies like this, but it’ll take time for them to achieve a level of competency that I don’t have the patience for.” Marcus said to the war council, which hadn’t grown despite the return of his mother and the rest of the Imperial Cabinet.

Willow and the rest opted out, saying the Empire is gone, that whatever comes of this is for the new ‘generation’ to deal with. Some of the Alliance might object, but at least they still have the support of the old guard. “Us.” Uri uttered from the wall with his other dragoness mates.

“Yes, the plan is for you five to bring several ships of experienced crews here, then deliver the ships back to Devorak. We need the crews, not the ships.” Marcus explained and then held up a hand at the confused or disgruntled faces at the large round table. “I know, the locals have inferior hulls, civilian interior design and older weaponry, but we can live with the design and retrofit the hulls and weapons faster than converting the ships entirely to our standards.”

“Not to mention we’re trying not to weaken our home guard too much. We can fill in space that doesn’t require skilled hands with droids. Let’s be glad the Corpus crafts are meant to be crewed by droids.” Rex affirmed his brother’s decisions and the others nodded in acceptance.

“Any news about what the UnSC or the Corpus are up to?” Marcus questioned his staff.

“According to Extranet news, the Corpus have launched a mass invasion of the Triangulum Galaxy. The UnSC has rapidly responded with defense measures. I’d say they’re going to be too busy to worry about us anytime soon.” The Ghost in charge of Info-Sec and Counter-Intel reported and Marcus smiled evilly.

“Meaning we have more time on our hands. With all of the ships we’ve captured and all of the raw materials we’ve collected, we can churn out a fleet to sweep this small galaxy in a month if we just have the crews to handle it.” Rex stated with a dark chuckle.

“Some of the Twili Refugees have volunteered to help with the manufacturing, distribution and logistics management. We request to have one of the ladies bring in one of our Ark-class colony ships.” A Scinox suggested and Marcus looked towards his mates. Syrex raised her hand to volunteer.

The Argentine’s Colony Ships were their first Space Hulks built to hold billions to possibly trillions of colonists, sailing through the void of space towards the targeted planet marked for colonization. It would have to do for now.