Pirate Bebop

Ch.87

After getting Tarkus settled into her new goldilocks orbit as far from the other two planets in that ring as possible, we were able to settle down and focus on bringing in more experienced soldiers and ship crews from Devorak. The B1s are capable space-fillers, but in the event of a boarding action, as they were now, they were nearly civilians.

Which is why I’m watching Uri’s sexy body drift in space with her fellow giga-giantess dragoness friends releasing carrier ships filled with experienced crews from the cleavage of their massive bosoms. While that green one, who was too skittish for me to get her name, was easily twice Uri’s size, Uri was still twice the size of the others and each tit was possibly a fifth the size of a ‘Luna’ class moon.

While the others all squirmed, Uri was meditating with her eyes closed. She seemed to be the picture of serenity as a tugboat ship pulled a Star Fort from her chest. “Now you see why this turns me on so damn much.” Marcus commented from next to me and I chuckled.

“I mean, they’re literal giantesses too big to be hosted on nearly any world. Yeh, they’re ultra-hot by default of their size if yew’re into that and I am so into that.” I wetted my dry mouth with a sip from my can of Argent Fizz: Watermelon. It wasn’t my kind of flavor, but I wanted to try it. No point in not trying something before you decide you don’t like it.

“Yeah. Anyway, how was your night with my noodle siblings?” Marcus asked with a sly smile, one which I returned in kind and showed off some of my belly to him. I wasn’t pregnant, but I wanted to keep the infertile loads Eris pumped into me for fun. My future husband’s tail wagged in excitement at the sight and ran his hands all over it. “I’m guessing mama and aunty are in the same boat~?”

“Mhm~.” I nodded with a hum and enjoyed the attention he was giving to me. “I believe the Trinity whisked them to the raskvel for more pampering.”

“They always fawned over those two, especially when they impregnated them.” Marcus chuckled and pulled me closer to him. His arms wrapped around me while I hummed at the affectionate gesture and leaned into him. I’m so glad I’ve discovered the wonders of epic sex and Free Love. Before Luster Dawn, I was such a wreck, now that I get wrecked on a regular basis, life is just so much better.

“Well, they better not. Eris doesn’t have her OP time powers anymore. Unless she can make a Hyperbolic Time Chamber like the Empire had before the Fall. I also know that Visi won’t let them do it to take them back to Devorak’s own Time Chambers...right? She won’t let them do it so she can take the babies and have an explosively orgasmic slime-birth back home, right?” I still want to see my puppies from that impassioned breeding frenzy we went into months ago.

“She won’t.” Marcus reassured me before clicking his fingers. “Speaking of puppies, gramps compiled some videos on them. Here.” Bringing up his Omni-tool, he brought up the videos and I squealed giddily at watching my dozens of slime puppies playing with a caretaker to the point of literally dogpiling him as he laughed and vainly tried to keep the stick in his hands away.

Fetch, it never truly got boring to us canine, lupine or vulpine folks. There was just something viscerally satisfying about chasing something and getting it. It was a good early game to play with newborns of those species regardless of subspecies. “They look like they’re not even a year old here. I hope I don’t miss too much.” I mewled sadly even as I felt happy.

“I’ll forward these over to you and the others.” Marcus did that so I can view them and anything new that comes from our puppies on my omni-tool. I kissed him and hugged him with my tail wagging so hard I was kicking up a breeze. I couldn’t quit and soon he was picking me up and carrying me away~.

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“And~ there. Tarkus is settled back down. Good work everybody!” Shekka shouted and cheers echoed across the Stellar Tether. “Good job not fucking it up.”

“Good job catching the errors in time.” The Gab guy in charge of the Stellar Tether, Xekt, replied grimly as he wiped sweat off of his green brow and then rubbed his palms into his orange ‘scientist’ suit. “If not for you horny rasks having your incredible mathematical savantry, Tarkus would’ve split apart dozens of times before we even made it through the first jump.”

“At least some of you egotistical bastards have enough sense to listen.” Shekka countered and then spanked his ass, making the similarly short guy yelp. “That’s sexy, keep being sensible.”

“Fucking horny rabbit-reptiles.” Xekt grumbled and walked away as he rubbed the ass cheek she’d slapped. Gabs had a similar body profile as Rasks, so the boys were all big-bootied feminine fuckable fantasies, but while the women didn’t get as prodigiously pregnant as rasks, they tended towards having huge hooters unlike rasks who tend to be smaller.

Shekka then went over towards where the Lucatiel was ‘docked’ with her multiple arms clamped on the ledge of this platform with Anno inside waiting to take her home. “So where’s Hildra?” Shekka questioned as she climbed in and sat on Anno’s lap and the slime jackal hugged her.

“She took an earlier trip back to base. She was complaining about her cybernetic limbs needing a tune-up.” Anno informed her lover as the Lucatiel closed her cockpit and began flying through the tethers binding Tarkus’ halves together.

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“What are you two working on?” Hildra asked a group of male rasks that were working on a Mobile Frame from scratch.

“It’s an MS of our design! We’re calling it Urta Berserker!” One of the males replied.

“Maybe you should call it something else, because that’s a mouthful.” Hildra rebuked with a huff. “How about Barbatos?” She proposed to them and they began murmuring amongst themselves.

“We like it. Barbatos, it is.” They all nodded in agreement.

“Cool, now hurry up. While it’s great you’re making something new, doing it in the loading bay was as short-sighted as we’ve always been.” Hildra chastised them before heading for where the Bebop was still docked. Jet was so adamant that Tarkus was as important if not more so than the Bebop, that he refused to take it off of the planet.

It may have been putting more eggs in one basket, but the point is one without the other at this point might as well be the end. Hildra gasped and spasmed, staggering into a wall and shaking as her left leg went limp. She hissed and clutched her upper thigh where it met the metal limb. Her cute Scinox friend Calax had warned her that her chrome was going to be rejected by her body soon, but she thought soon meant months from then, not weeks!

“F-fucking gods damn.” Hildra cursed through her teeth as she sunk down to the floor and was thankful nobody was around to see her like this. She panted and sweated in pain as she found the release and almost choked in agony as the faulty limb detached from the mounting. However, the metal plate connected to her flesh was part of the problem and that only lessened the pain. “Years of work and tuning wasted.”

Hildra detached her other leg, feeling it too was about to start giving out on her. Her tail didn’t feel ready to betray her yet, so she’d have something besides her arms to move with. The purple bootyful rask began dragging herself down the hall, but then her tail’s sudden yet inevitable betrayal came sooner than expected. The pain shot up her spine and she passed out.

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“How are our Mobile Suits coming along?” Edward questioned as he and his two brothers entered one of their Forge Ships. Although they had been sent ahead only minutes before the rest, they used their Temporal Drives, meaning they’d been in-system for a week ahead of Tarkus and the fleet acting as her escort. They couldn’t blindly take Jane’s word for everything.

“Ahead of schedule, my Kings. We’ve been triple-checking to make sure we didn’t screw anything up.” One of the engineers answered as he went over the numbers again. “All we need to do is to test-run all five of the MS-Classes.” He concluded when they arrived at the chosen five Mobile Suits they will be using for the tests. “As you can see, we’ve used Nexus’s original designs as a blueprint.”

“Why not bring her in? She is the Goddess of Machines, after all.” Rico asked with a degree of reverence. After all, she was the one who saved their lives by turning them into Cybertronians. Nexus may not be in the harem, but she’s as close to that as she can be with all she’s done for both the Empire and Devorak through her inventions.

“Pardon my objection, but I believe we should get used to producing armatures of this quality on our own. With the Divinity Engine limiting the powers of deities in this dimension, we cannot guarantee Nexus will be as potent an engineer should she choose to immigrate to Devorak.” The chief engineer replied. The quarian was a descendant of the people who immigrated to Devorak naturally before anti-immigration laws were enacted. Edward mused that those laws needed to go, especially since they might be leaving this dimension to their devices.

“He’s right, Rico. We can’t always rely on our allies if they can’t be reached or their capabilities dulled by external forces.” Edward reinforced with reluctance. Nexus could work wonders, yes, but they shouldn’t do her the disservice of using her as a crutch and then throwing her aside. Best they worked without her and asked for input instead of directly putting her to work.

“This is where Brennie would declare this dimension as ‘An inexcusable weakling’.” Kevin imitated their wife’s hardassary. “She had a point, didn’t she? We couldn’t afford to stay and rule here. No matter the outcome, it was going to end this way.”

“A great many of us would protest that stance, but regardless, we are where we are now because of past mistakes. All we can do is move forward.” The head engineer commented as he gestured up at the nearest new Gundam. “I understand half of Nexus has a great dislike for Gundams, declaring them inefficient, grandiose and unsuited to mass production. However, her other half stating the means of which production is achieved annihilates this issue is accurate.”

“How so?” Rico questioned as they looked over the Mobile Suits. The first one looked like a Gun-EZ. “I like this one. It’s got the bulk, can it handle heavy weaponry anywhere near as well as the Colossal?” Rico questioned as he checked the man’s name tag. Lator'Shem.

“Considering the Colossal is focused on built-in weaponry? Yes and no. It can use any mobile suit weaponry, but it can also use heavier weapons and has multiple mounting positions for supplemental weaponry or equipment. We’re considering this to be our general purpose model.

“We believed the ‘Heavyarms’ variant to be more suitable. The left arm comes as either a high rate of fire rotary cannon that uses either mass-accelerated slugs or Argent plasma while without extra equipment, it still has enough micro-missile batteries to make a Colossal blush. I believe the closest native model comparable to its multi-targeting capability is the Labrys Rodi.” Lator answered as he gestured to the second suit, which indeed had a gun-arm.

“Dibs!” Rico shouted and Edward rolled his eyes while Kevin snorted. “Built-in heavy caliber gatling cannon, it’s mine!” Rico cackled excitedly.

“You couldn’t have waited until the end of the tour.” Edward sighed in exasperation. Well, it wasn’t like the remaining four weren’t for him and the rest anyway. Slightly less cutting-edge versions would still go to their associated specialist corps, but these were for them.

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I staggered out of Marcus’s room with a pleased expression that was easily described as ‘well fucked’. I rubbed my flat stomach and sighed at the pleasurable hot and full feeling of having his cum inside of me with Eris’s. Eris had told me she made her semen hostile to sperm to kill her own and any added to it while it was inside of me. “Hey.” I perked and approached Uri.

“Hey, done helping the Argentines deploy their crews and take anyone home?” I asked and Uri nodded. “That’s great, I just banged Marcus good. He was still half-hard when he told me he needed to do something, so see if ya can’t make our mate suffer fer thinking he could get away without being satisfied.”

“Punishment.” Uri smiled slightly and sinuously sauntered to Marcus’s door with her tail swaying with her hips and I snickered at siccing the dragoness on the stud before I went back to staggering through the halls-something’s wrong. I feel like someone I know and care about is suffering. Down on Tarkus. I called Hildra and got no answer, so I called Jet.

“Jet, find Hildra! She’s hurt and needs help. She’s not answering her omni.” I ordered my friend as I paced, wondering why the Force didn’t tell me sooner. Was it because I was so happy about seeing videos of my puppies and being screwed by Marcus like the epic stud he is?

“We’re already on it after someone found her legs in the hallways. Calax and some of her Scinoxes are trying to find her-wait! They found her, but she’s not looking good. It has something to do with her body rejecting her prosthetics now.” Jet replied grimly.

“Sonnuva, she should’ve taken Lusty’s offer to make her fully organic! Damn it, at least with her in capable hands, she should be fine. Even if Luster Dawn or Nexus don’t work their magic on her, our Argentine friends will get her sorted out.” I sighed and hung up after sensing Jet didn’t have more to say. If I’m taking this rough, how bad are Anno and Shekka doing?

Well? They don’t know yet...fuck. Someone has to tell them. That’s me, isn’t it? I suddenly feel like I get a little why Visilia and Brennie can be such hard-asses. They need to be able to handle telling people they care about bad news. Fantastic.

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Hildra’s vision swam. No, wait, that was the glowing turquoise fluid she’s suspended in. There was a breathing mask over her mouth and nose pumping oxygen for her to breathe and expelling bubbles when she breathed out. Is this Argent Bacta? Isn’t that mythical stuff the Argentines used in preference over body-modding health potions like Vitality Tincture?

Ow. Ow. No moving. Moving is bad. Even her arms feel like fire racing from her fingers to her shoulders just twitching her digits a bit. The spike of body-wide agony suddenly went numb as the heat of the healing fluid around her intensified and she was able to relax instead of going into a pain-induced fit of spasms. At least the math of the fluid was distracting.

“Hildra?” Calax’s voice said in her ears. They must’ve put earpieces in. “You just had a massive spike of brain activity followed by violent spasms, are you awake?”

“Hurts. Can’t move.” Hildra weakly grunted, figuring there must be a microphone in the mask. “Arms hurt too.” Hildra really wished she wasn’t awake. The heat, while pleasant, was also causing her stumps to...they removed her mounting plates. Fuck. She’s an amputee again. “Fucking crippled again.” Hildra felt despair. She’d worked so hard, so hard. For nothing.

“I’m sorry, but we had to remove the plates in order to understand why you’re experiencing this much pain. I…know how much it all meant to you. It feels like we’ve robbed you of your freedom.” Calax spat in disgust at herself.

“They were so sexy.” Hildra lamented. Not only were they expensive, they were her’s. Her dummy thicc metal thighs and tail were practically part of her identity and she felt lost.

“We’ve recovered them, but I don’t know what else…that’s it!” Calax exclaimed before the line went silent. Hildra used the silence to try and immerse herself in the math of the Bacta.

Before long, Hildra heard another voice on the line. “Hm, I see what you mean.”

“Can you help her, Lady Meen-Rei?” Calax questioned and Hildra wondered who Meen-Rei was. It was such an odd name, she was sure that she would’ve remembered her.

“I’ll try my best, but my brand of healing is immensely supernatural. It might even involve her becoming a Lycan to cure the loss of limbs, unless you can provide cloned limbs to replace them.” Hildra sighed, resigned to losing her artificial limbs once and for all.

“Hm, Hildra, you have the final say. What will it be?” Calax asked and Hildra sighed.

“I would prefer my metal limbs back, but apparently my surgeon fucked the nerve mounts, so I’ll take whatever I can get at this point.” Hildra replied mulishly, unhappy with these events. That said, she wasn’t happy the first time she became a triple amputee, at least this time it was being provided without extensive cost to her. “Sorry if I sound ungrateful, but I loved my metal limbs.”

“Hm, actually, in that case, would you mind if I called in my wife?” Meen-Rei asked, not Hildra, obviously. Hildra had no issues with more people in on the solution.

“By all means, go ahead.” Calax gave permission and Hildra felt like the math of the world screamed in horror for a brief moment. “Ah, you must be Neethsi Nagnaresh.”

“Neethsi Belle, please. Rarity wears the pants in our marriage.” Another ultra-sexy raspy voice answered. “Ah, I see. Thank you for deferring to my superior skill in this matter. Hildra, yes?” Uh, she didn’t hear any conversation, was that psychic powers? “Hildra, how would you like to have your new limbs both made of metal and truly part of you, not just attached?”

“What? You…you can do that? Truly?” Hildra felt hopeful, even though she just met these new people. Calax wouldn’t refer her to someone if she distrusted them.

“I am the pre-eminent Master of Alteration Magic in my universe. On top of being a goddess. I could turn you entirely into an inanimate material, yet leave you fully animate as if you were flesh. Giving you fullmetal limbs is hatchling’s play for me.” Neethsi replied without sounding snobby, rather she sounded reassuring.

“Please, help me.” Hildra became teary-eyed, but it was instantly absorbed by the bacta.

“Alright then. Now, I’ll need two kinds of materials, the metal of choice and an insulator to protect her flesh from said metal’s conductivity. I would offer to use materials from our world, but considering the semi-ephemeral nature of our universe, I don’t want to risk it.” Neethsi said and Hildra waited impatiently in her suspension in the pain-relieving bacta.

After what felt like hours to the waiting raskvel, the tube drained and Hildra choked on the spike of agony the loss of the fluid caused her. She nearly blacked out before a golden light washed over her and the pain ceased. “Stay awake. My wife needs you to be aware so she can adjust things on the fly.” The red and gold non-rask non-dragon reptile waving a golden glowing hand at her said before looking at the other alien reptile. “I have her stable.”

“Good. This won’t hurt, but you’ll suddenly have the feeling of limbs you’ve been without for years, so try not to move.” The albino beauty warned before six large slugs of metal, three blue like cobalt and three chrome of some polished alloy, went to her stumps. Hildra gasped and fought against moving as she looked down at her obscuring bosom in disbelief.

Curse her epic boobs! She can’t see what’s going on down there! Calax grasped her right hand and Hildra squeezed it back as she resisted squirming. After a while of this painless torment, Neethsi stopped belly dancing, which was hot as fuck by the way and she sighed with a nod. Calax and who must be Meen-Rei lifted her out of the harness holding her aloft and Hildra gasped again when she felt the floor with her claws the moment they clinked on contact.

Hildra quickly looked behind herself and squealed at the sight of the seamless long and thicc metal tail that was blue at the base and chrome to the tip from there. A look at her legs revealed the same. She hugged Neethsi in gratitude while her new ‘liquid-looking’ metal limbs kicked.