Pirate Bebop

Ch.85

Thank fuck for contraceptive magic. I’ve been in a near-constant orgy for the past several days in hyperspace. If not for that, my breed-hungry body would’ve gotten me hyper-preggers again. Winnie never left me alone, always fucking me or getting fucked by me even as others fucked us too. At least all of us slimes avoided fusing together into a one super-slime gestalt and becoming some super-goddess or something. That would’ve been dangerous.

Also, Jovia is getting huge. She says she is already half the size of the Bebop. At least she’s got enough brains to downsize after she was too big to entertain the Raskvel by letting them roll her around. That’s with her already hiding most of the mass contained within her cosmic womb. I’m sure she can be a moon or even a small planet now.

Either way, the moment we arrived, I had the powerful notion Tarkus needed to be moved now. “So, you’re absolutely certain the Element Zero core of the planet will keep Tarkus intact through hyperspace?” Jet demanded from Feabsolkea, the nominal leader of Tarkus’s so-called government and also the designer of Tarkus’s Stellar Tether and the associated ship systems.

“Believe it or not, Tarkus has already moved shop once. The original star underwent a collapse from a cosmic Warp within it and we had to evacuate to the nearest uninhabited system. This is the ‘new’ Tarkus System. We can only do short jumps, but yes. We can move Tarkus safely across the galaxy system by system using its own hyperdrive, but much further using Relays.” Feabsolkea answered confidently.

“Well, it goes unsaid that we can’t use Relays. Get us out of here to the nearest safe system ASAP. Jane’s got the willies and as the Goddess of the Force, I think her premonitions are enough to get our asses moving.” Jet replied and Feabsolkea nodded before signing off. “Alright, we’re going to get started on moving shop. Thanks for the warning, Jane.”

“Hey, we’re all in this together and I’m kinda the one at fault for everything. I’m the figurehead of this rebellion, so I might as well pull some weight that isn’t just getting fucked by the hottest people in the universe. Speaking of which, I need some time away from all that. I’ll be in the Zen Room with Master Yoda. I’ve gotta get myself calmed down after a week of being everyone’s favorite slime-slut.” I patted Jet on the shoulder and staggered out of the bridge.

I may not be physically or mentally tired, but spiritually? Yeah, I need some ‘me’ time meditating after the constant orgies Winnie put me through. Stupid sexy draco foxhound.

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“Hm, naughty noodles~.” Winnie cooed when the Chaos Trinity magically whisked her away into their room and barred everyone else out. From there, they stripped her naked and laid her out on the bed. “Doing this to your mother~.” Winnie purred with a hungry leer as her tail hands ran down her body with her regular hands pressing on the sides of her heaving hooters.

“Can’t we spend time with our mom?” They tittered in unison before they produced makeup and manicure tools from their cleavages. “So, how is mama doing?”

“Good~.” Winnie crooned as she relaxed and let her children pretty her up once it became obvious that incest wasn’t their intention. “Mama missed you insatiable, reality-bending breeders.” She teased while they worked on her claws.

“We meant how are you, emotionally? Do you feel like you could be more stable by yourself? Or do you still need dad?” Eris asked as Winnie’s claws were trimmed and worked. As a slime, she may not need manicures or pedicures, but it was something Willow had indulged in enough that it was a relaxing pastime.

“I still need Brennie. I’m getting there, but I still have separation anxiety.” Winnie mewled sadly with her massive fennec ears wilting. “Brennie and I are so much closer now. If not for Jane and Vinnie, I might’ve fused permanently with her to fill the void being split from Daring, Svartr and Cynder has caused in me.”

“It's okay, you’ll get there mama.” They cooed to Winnie and tickled her paws, making her laugh.

“I hope so~. While I appreciate Brennie being here for me, I think she still prefers to be alone. It’s like she said: she’s not a crutch.” Winnie sighed sadly even as Brennie’s essence ‘hugged’ Willow’s protectively. “Rather, she’s a shield.” Winnie smiled serenely.

“We know you’ll get there mama.” Hermais assured her mother as she massaged Winnie’s face.

“Hm, thank you.” Winnie hummed as the Trinity got back to prettying her up, applying the rest of the mild makeup. Winnie was the dead-sexiest dracofox in the universe, at best just a light lipstick and some sultry eyeshadow was all she needed to become the pinnacle of beauty.

“So, how is Brennie?” Dongo asked as she brushed Winnie’s red leg fur.

“She’s doing fine, besides wanting to destroy her enemies and the odd occasional thoughts that pop up from her mind. Otherwise she’s basking in our melded thoughts and feelings.” Winnie answered before closing her eyes for Eris to do her eyelashes. “One of her prevailing concerns is reclaiming Earth. Not sure which one, either because she isn’t sure herself or that’s too complicated to get across without focusing more on it.”

“Yeah, that is a loaded concept.” Hermais commented before blowing gently at her mother’s closed eyes. “Okay, take a look.”

“Oh, sweeties. I appreciate this, but what’s the occasion? You know neither Willow or Brennie get dolled-up unless it’s something special.” Winnie asked her daughters curiously while admiring the sexy beast in the hand mirror. If she waltzed through a portal to Meen-Rei’s realm, would she instantly replace Dibella as the Goddess of Beauty?

“Did you forget it’s Willow’s birthday?” Eris mewled unhappily and Winnie winced.

“Y-you remember?” Winnie asked in surprise before she smiled and her eyes moistened. “Even I’ve forgotten. Willow was part of Wiatr for so long that...thank you, sweetie. However, as old as I am, I thought we were past birthdays?”

“Mom. You’re technically only 22. You were 21 when you fused with the others.” Eris countered and Winnie blinked in bafflement before guffawing and cackling in mirth.

“So I’m practically an infant compared to the rest of my wives and husbands?! Oh, the others will get a kick out of this! Okay, fine, it’s my birthday.” Winnie rolled her eyes while inwardly, Willow was fighting a panic attack at being the center of attention for something involving her besides Sex and Brennie was wrapped tightly around her, ‘whispering’ sweet nothings.

“Good, because there’s already a party. Cynder is hosting. While all the big-brains get Tarkus ready to move out of this empty system, we’re gonna celebrate!” Donga cheered and while Winnie smiled, inwardly, Willow screamed in abject horror with Brennie squeezing her.

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Luster Dawn looked at the hippogriff zerg she’d made with a hum and a hand on her chin. “No, no. Faye is an amazing person, but hippogriffs don’t have the speed of pegasi or the strength of griffins.” Luster sighed and with a flick of her horn, the mindless zerg was rapidly consumed by the Creep on the floor while she ‘paced’ in the air. “I think I’d be better off using a dragon.”

“Hm?” An ancient voice groaned before something walked out of her. An indistinct woman who appeared to be no specific species and more of a silhouette of the standard anthropomorphic shape making a dark blot on reality shook herself. “This is interesting. I am aware?”

“Hello, who are you?” Luster asked curiously, because more Twili were always appearing.

“Oh, the aspect of Life? Of course I would walk from you. I am what you would call Gaia, Equss or any planet of life. I’m the uncaring mother.” The being before said with a sadistic smile.

“Oh, Evolution. I see. Well, nice to meet you, but I’m very busy. Please feel free to go wherever so long as you don’t endanger-oh! The time! Willow’s birthday party is in a bit!” Luster Dawn squeaked after checking her omni-tool.

“I’ll just look over your work, dear. I’m sure I can improve it.” Evo said with a look at the assorted zerg.

“Just realize they fill a role. Please only use one example from each group. I’ll get a sample from Spike so I can work on my other aerial unit later.” Luster Dawn hovered out of her hatchery and put on some casual shorts and a shirt after she was out of the room.

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Willow was frozen in her chair with a strained smile and her eyes flicking everywhere as if looking for a way to escape. She inwardly cursed Brennie for being right and convincing her that she needed to face the universe without sharing a face with someone. That it was her ‘technical’ 22nd birthday party being hosted by Pinkie Pie, who appeared from the Warp at the very mention of throwing one of her friends a Party, was all the more stressful.

“Heya, Birthday girl!” Pinkie gushed eagerly with her hands on the vixen’s shoulders. Pinkie Pie was as big, buff and busty as ever. The 10 foot tall were-pony still had her shaggy fur and sharp teeth from the Beast Blood, but her namesake colors were now replaced with a barely pink white. At least her eyes were glowing pink to help distinguish her further.

Also the lewd strappy top that barely covered her nips and ‘party’ shorts that were pretty much complicated panties that she was known for. You don’t become the sexy party animal renowned across two galaxies without some sort of signature look. “Hey Pinkie. Thanks for doing this for me.” Willow said earnestly, because while she was scared, she still appreciated the sentiment.

“Aw, what are friends for? I mean, thanks to someone mentioning a friend of mine needed a Party, I found myself here and not in that dark frowny-face place with all those mean fake clowns who Laugh at you and not with you. At least Ceggy is nicer about it.” Pinkie huffed and Willow sighed in relief when she scratched behind her huge fennec ears.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. We’ve been mentioning the others as often as we can, but it seems just calling out to a Twili isn’t enough to get them to come.” Willow said with a smile as her old friend continued to exercise skinship for her comfort. Willow always did take relief from physical contact. That was one constant about her that never changed.

“Twi and Keri are being all big-brain in the Warp and the others are all doing their own things too. Something about making a new kingdom for our savior: Midna.” Pinkie thumbed over to where the Queen of the Twili was chatting with that scrumptious demigod Jimmy and Visilia.

“I just wish Midir wasn’t so obsessed with this new Dark that Luna’s Dark Soul has spawned inside the Warp in response to her change in species.” Cynder huffed when she approached. “Are you doing okay, Willow? Do you think you can handle it alone a bit longer?” Cynder asked her other fourth and Willow gulped with a nod.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll be fine. After we sang Happy Birthday version 2794, the extended edition, everyone thankfully decided to go about their own business and mingle.” There were no gifts with the party being so sudden, but for the fact that would’ve made her the center of attention longer, Willow was happy not to get anything besides well-wishes and some hugs ‘n kisses.

Also some lewd gestures, she loved lewd gestures. “Alright, just remember I, the others and more are available to bail you out if you start having a panic attack.” Cynder smooched her and Willow mewled when she left it chaste and didn’t do anything lewd before leaving her be.

“I have a gift!” The lewd lizard Meen-Rei who was beyond sexy and made Willow want to fuck her from just hearing her voice presented a sword to Willow. “From one ancient Hero to another.” Meen-Rei declared chipperly and Willow felt woozy. Not from the sword or the attention. Meen-Rei just had this odd...pull for Willow. She wished the argonian was a slime so she could fuse with her and understand why she wanted to do that so badly.

“Hello!” The sword shouted and Willow grabbed it before shoving it into her cleavage to avoid the shenanigans talking swords were guaranteed to cause.

“Hey, wanna bang?” Willow offered because her usual method of understanding things was to first see what fucking it results in, if it could be fucked and this utter babe was beyond fuckable. Meen-Rei looked surprised, but then beamed brightly and picked the birthday girl up, making her squeak at the sudden act before they sped out of the Bebop’s galley.

“And there they go.” Brennie snorted in amusement, although she wondered if it was because of the sudden mood-swing of getting freaky with one another. Or that. Technically speaking, they used to be one and the same, Soul-wise, at least. Or at least literal soul-sisters. Brennie wasn’t sure, just that Willow was spiritually the same person as Meen-Rei.

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I left the party after the girl of the hour left for some nookie with Meen-Rei. That alien can fuck like no other. Despite the fact she is in competition with literal gods and is only ‘considered’ a goddess back home, Meen-Rei was such a wonderful person that I was hard-pressed not to waifu her. She turned down Brennie, how could I compete in that case?

Anyway, I was going down to the hatchery to see how Luster’s work was going and had stripped naked because of the clothes-eating Creep. There I found a female-shaped anthro ink blot on reality ‘petting’ her hands on a drastically altered Zask. “Uh, hey. I sense yew’re not malicious, so who’re ya?” I asked as I approached and knelt down to look at the orange zerg raskvel.

It looked like any of the other cute rabbit-reptiles, but the bone spurs were gone and instead it had bioluminescent orange light in the place of the spurs that matched its glowing eyes. The massive floppy ears were half their original size, only going down to its waist instead of its thighs. Then there was the penis. The massive cock was easily the length of the shorty’s arm! I don’t get why a Zask needs reproductive organs, but damn was it a tasty sight.

“I’m Evo according to Luster Dawn. She let me play with some of her toys. Why she didn’t make them capable of reproduction, I have no idea. That prevents Evolution.” Evo said while petting the plumage of her ‘toy’. “I rather liked the ears being bigger, but I needed the mass for the phallus from somewhere. Besides, they may be excellent sensory organs, but it was too much.”

“I dunno. I like my rasks with all the ear they can give.” I joked before I stood up and went over to the Zork she’d also given male organs to. Gosh, it’s as thick as my calf. “Ya seem reasonably obsessed with a certain type of anatomy.” I commented playfully and Evo snorted.

“The binary reproductive system has succeeded so well for a reason. While I admire these Zerg for their asexual spawning, it isn’t the same as reproduction.” Evo said as I approached the Zaven and admired its new genitals. I may prefer females, but damn these are well-crafted.

“Any other reason?” I asked curiously as I rounded the Zarv. Zoophilia is right-out for me. Sentient or not, Harvesters aren’t far enough along evolutionarily for me to be comfortable.

“Oh, yes, mutations due to environmental hardships, extinctions, predation-.” She listed off forms of death while I looked at the Zachni, which was unusual. I don’t know how invertebrate peckers would normally look since Changelings are too closely related to ponies to equate. It looked both interesting and painful, mostly being a smooth rounded spike of chitin. “Hm, what could I do with you?” Evo said from behind me and she grabbed my hips.

“I dunno. I mean, I’m a Cybertronian Slime. I can be nearly anything.” I replied curiously, because what could be better? I can survive anywhere, in any environment, breed with any species, blend into any ecosystem. The only limitation I can consider is being on a world with no moisture-I then felt as if my body just went through billions of years of death and disaster.

“There.” Evo said with a lusty pant and I quivered, only my membrane was so solid it was like skin with an underlayer of flexible exoskeleton. “Now those pesky moisture problems aren’t a problem even in your base form. You’re welcome.”

“Did ya just get off on that?” I asked as she collapsed onto the Creep floor.

“Yes. You were already so advanced. Now, in your own way, you are an ultimate life form.” Evo then vanished and I scratched my head before I decided to leave. I’m going back to meditation.

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Shekka and Hildra were among the ‘elite’ teams of natives dispatched to the Stellar Tether. Due to their affiliation, the Lucatiel piloted by Anno was part of their team doing checks over the core to make sure the planetary spaceship would be stable for hyperspace. The short answer was no. The long answer was hell no. How did Tarkus not self-destruct?!

“Thank fuck Lusty made us mathematical savants or we’d be fucked.” Hildra huffed as she corrected the tensioning of a cable. Thankfully Tarkus would be up for moving herself within a couple of days at the rate the Raskvel sped up the work by directing each other and their assisting crews. The Gabs really are full of themselves, believing the system was up for it.

“Don’t I know it?” Shekka sighed as she ran a red hand through her pink plumage. She was the foreman for this team, so she didn’t have the luxury of getting her hands dirty. She had to keep her eyes and ears open. Still, watching all the math slowly line up in a stable way was its own sort of satisfaction. “Maybe Lusty can fix their egotism.”

“Careful, Shekka. That’s a slippery slope you’re treading on.” Hildra replied as she stood up and cracked her back with help from her cybernetic tail. “Selfish bitches the lot of them may be, but the Gabs are our neighbors and we evolved together. Just because we had our mental issues fixed doesn’t mean they should mess with their brains too. Besides, without all that pride and ambition, what would set the Gabs apart?”

“True. No point in trying to get them off their high-chairs.” Shekka sighed and looked over at where the Lucatiel was reinforcing a worn-down tether anchoring the planet together near the Eezo Core. Watching the math rapidly come together over there was making Shekka-.

“Fuck, I’m horny from all this math.” A nearby male huffed as he approached. “I’m glad our libidos have been toned down, but damn does it still rear its lusty head.”

“Ah, good timing. It’s break time. C’mere, I need relief and so do you.” Shekka grabbed the purple man by the collar and started pulling him along. “C’mon Hildra, you’ve still got those condoms Vinnie gave you? I left the box of mine back on the Bebop.

“Fair warning, I normally overpower most condoms because some pirate ladies decided to see how much cum production they could get out of a single rask without immobilizing me from the mods.” The male chuckled and Shekka shared a coo with Hildra.

“Good luck with these ones. They’re from Vinnie, the Argentine who helped set the grounds for lewd megacorps like Tamani Corp and Xenogen. Pump us up big.” Hildra purred as they neared the designated breakroom which already had the tables cleared out and some other rasks were already chatting or casually fucking. They may not be slaves to their libidos anymore, but they’re still a horny society.

“Oh~, breed me~!” One rask gal squealed in orgasm and this made everyone moan.

“She’s having fun. C’mon, let’s get you out of-wow~.” Shekka gawked eagerly down at the trio of basketballs dangling from under the throbbing tumescence above it. “They even made them external~? Hildra, we’ve got a keeper here. Sit down, bud. We’re gonna get ours and you are definitely getting yours~.” Shekka hungrily growled as she peeled her bodysuit off.