Pirate Bebop

Ch.9

“How rough is he going to be?” The navy and yellow pegasus mare asked.

“As rough as I want him to. He could be a ravenous beast if I so command.” Amelia said while toying with Jim. “Though I’m surprised the youngest pilot on board wants to be bred.”

“After hearing from all the girls he knocked up how he’s a god in bed, I just had to finally fulfill my breeding quota since a prime stud was around.” The mare’s purple eyes eyed Jim’s throbbing tumescence with anticipation. She tasted both afraid and eager, as if the thought that he might wreck her got her off.

“Yes, yes, but this would be your first. You’ve only just become of age a year ago.” Amelia said while she gave Jim’s cock a firm jerk and he whined into the gag. He was pretty much trussed up in so much leather that he could be mistaken for a BDSM porn star. “Now, miss Harlequin, do I command my stud to be rough with you as if he was a beast or gentle?”

“Which would you suggest?” The mare asked as his nearly-naked white-shelled ass was guided to the end of the bed, where she was sitting in the nude and getting more deliciously aroused.

“I won’t, now choose quickly or I’ll choose for you. If I do, he’ll be no better than a rapist with consent.” Amelia said as his hips started gyrating with desire. It seems the more sex Jim has, the more energized he became. It’s like sex is a form of sustenance beyond the norm.

“G-gentle. I’d also like it if he could use his hands. Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Harlequin asked Jim, since his arms were bound behind his back, forcing his chest forward. Jim shrugged as little as he could in response to her genuine concern. “Also, I heard rumors that some changelings can lay eggs in others. He doesn’t have balls, so can he do that?”

“Hm, well, I am unfamiliar with changeling oviposition, the files provided to me were rather inconclusive on that matter. Can you lay eggs in this mare?” Amelia’s question made Jim groan and his body reacted, causing his lower stomach to swell slightly as something he only felt a few times before happened. “I’ll take that as a yes~.” Amelia rubbed his smooth lower abs with a lick of her lips, spurring him on. “Spread those legs! He’s not able to fuck you with them closed!”

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I looked at the navigation chart as I went through the motions as the First-Mate of the Bebop and hummed to myself. Instead of jumping to the nearest system, which was a bad idea for obvious reasons, Jet plotted an impossibly long jump halfway across the Triangulum Galaxy. If not for the Conduit, we’d be fucked.

That said, this journey through FTL would be only a few days compared to the weeks such an unaided jump would be with regular technology. At least this meant that the UnSC, related Corps or affiliated Govs would be hard-pressed to figure out where we had gone. Still, the Bebop is certainly on the galactic shitlist for being a pirate vessel now.

I wasn’t looking forward to reaching out to old contacts, but-. “Eep!” I squeaked when someone groped the side’s of my tits and pressed into my back. “D-don’t do that!” I huffed back at Lusty, who was of course the culprit as my girlfriend. If it was anyone else I’d punch them or at least be upset rather than annoyed. Besides, I was still getting used to wearing normal clothes again. I just about burst out of my black crop-top! Thankfully my jean shorts didn’t slip.

“What are you thinking about?” Luster asked as she moved her hands to my wide hips.

Ein barked to answer, but he’s a normal dog without a translator collar. “Ein says I’m worrying too much. I gave up the pirate life and now it’s found me again.” I sighed and leaned back into my lover, who wrapped her hands around my waist to press into my stomach. “I wish the Empire didn’t dissolve under Corruption. I’ll bet a peaceful life was much easier to obtain back then.”

“You’d be surprised. Yes, people could find peace and happiness, but the amount of unrest even in times of peace was always enough to make life exciting according to Twilight.” Luster traced my abs, which while pointless for me as a slime, were sexy and I knew she loved my six-pack.

“Right, well-”

“Ew, no~.” Edward whined as she sifted through data. “Asari are so gross! Why all the porn?! Why is it on public boards?!” Ed wailed and I lamented the poor girl’s innocence finally being destroyed. “Well...this girl is really cute…”

“Ed, if you’re going to explore your sexuality, please do it in your room and not on the bridge.” I huffed at her and she squealed in embarrassment before she fled with Ein on her heels. “Alright, so, as much as I love you touching me, it’s still duty hours and-.”

“You’re at a loss for what to do thanks to Ed, Rivala and I taking up all of the engineering duties. C’mon~. Let’s go to our room, get in the shower and-hey!” Luster was pulled off of me by the collar of her jumpsuit, dangled above the floor by Jet’s unamused hand and expression.

“Luster, it’s duty hours. You two can get frisky all you want on the night cycle so long as we’re not about to pop into Realspace.” Jet set my mare down on her hooves and rounded the navigation console. “So, we’re still on schedule to arrive at the Bob System tomorrow morning. Why don’t you two go to the hangar and help Rivala outfit my Hammerhead with weapons. We’re pirates now, so even the workhorse needs firepower.”

“I found what I was looking for!” Ed cheered when she rushed in with her Omni-tool open. “An AI wants to contract us!”

“An AI? In Triangulum? Lass, that’s not a wise thing to make contact with, not unless they’re native to Andromeda or the Milky Way.” I had nothing against AI or LI, but the native ones in Triangulum were nearly universally fucked up. They, among other things, were why the now-gone Zerg had fled Triangulum for the Milky Way as First Contact from Triangulum.

“It's something called 47.” Ed said and then opened a program that revealed the image of a rust-red droid with orange optics. “It was hiding among all that porn! D-don’t say anything!” Ed demanded with a vibrant purple blush on her blue cheeks. Don’t worry lass, it’s only natural.

“Cheerful Statement: Hello, I see you had a run-in with the Corrupt. Grave Warning: It was unwise to challenge them. Cheerful Statement: I wish to sponsor your rebellion against the Corrupt.” The AI, since this icon indicated that it identified as a synthetic, stated with prefixes. Clearly this rustbucket was an ancient AI. Even bargain droids don’t have prefix problems.

“We’re not Rebels, although, I guess now we don’t have a choice if we don’t want to just be pirates.” Jet protested and then sighed in acceptance. “Whatever, are you a local?”

“Superior Declaration: I am far more advanced than any scrap-brains this galaxy’s prior inhabitants had the gall to call an AI. Smug Confirmation: I am an ancient AI from Andromeda. Hopeful Question: Does this make you more comfortable accepting my offer?” The AI’s words reminded me of the unknown fate of the native races of Triangulum.

The Terrans and Protoss seemingly vanished, leaving only the ruins of their civilizations before colony ships arrived from the Milky Way and Andromeda. It was rather similar to how the gods and their faithful disappeared. That took all of the Zerg and Skaven from the Three Galaxies along with individuals. “It might. I’ll have you know that we’re a small crew, one ship with a few mobile suits and rather high moral standards.” Jet replied, bringing me back.

“Joyful Exclamation: Splendid! Clarifying Statement: I have a need for an elite, small group to perform heists and precision strikes. No harming of civilians is intended and you can refuse tasks that conflict with your morals. Assuring Statement: I require upstanding individuals, not mindless brutes.” 47 said and we looked at each other, but Jet had the final say, being Captain.

“Alright...I’d like to get everyone’s input on this before making up our minds. We need to get out of FTL and resupplied first anyway. Can we respond with our decision later?” Jet questioned warily and the image nodded.

“Hopeful Response: Yes, you can take some time. Concerned Statement: However, I have a job that won’t wait too long that you seem qualified for. Hopeful Farewell: Edward has my contact information, please contact me soon.” 47 signed off and Ed put her Omni back in standby.

“Alright then, there’s still a few duty hours left before dinner at 5, you three report to the hangar.” Jet ordered before he went to his rightful seat and went about checking over the Bebop again.

“He has a point, let’s get the Hammerhead armed. It’s a good thing we didn’t break down all of the 90mm SMGs yet. We can use two of them to arm the old tugboat.” I said to the two and led the way down from the bridge. The future can wait for tomorrow, I have busywork.

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Jim was feeling better than he ever had in his life right now. Just which of the gods was he descended from? Wiatr? It would make sense since Sex fuels and energizes him rather than exhausts. “Oof, Cadet Hawkins. Enough.” Amelia huffed, but he kept thrusting. “Uhn~. Hawkins! Enough!” He whinnied and came. “Jim~!” Amelia yowled and orgasmed when he filled her with more eggs, the purple pearl in her navel shining brightly. “By the old gods~!”

“Mm~!” Jim moaned into his ball gag as the relief and fulfillment spread from his core to the rest of his body. His mother might be upset that he was a stud, but at the same time, the fact that he’s clearly quite successful and obviously well-paid would offset her concern.

“H-Hawkins...please pull out. I can’t take anymore, magic pearl or no.” Amelia begged, panting and exhausted beyond reason, yet the satisfaction and simmering Love he tasted almost made him want to go again, for the untold time. Still, he obeyed his mistress this time and removed his tingling purple phallus from the woman’s poor abused love tunnel. “Oh~...I think I need to recover for a few days from this.” A few days?! Jim wasn’t sure he could go without for that long!

“Wow. No wonder all the ladies on board want a piece of him. He’s been fucking you for hours straight.” Harley said from nearby, where she was cradling a belly looking ready to drop twins. She was stuffed with a few eggs that would grow to maturation in her womb and then be laid by her after incubation. “Also, has he been getting more buff as he fucks?”

“It would appear so. Hawkins had a rather spindly form when I first saw him. Now he’s taller and looks like an athlete.” Amelia purred as she rubbed her deceptively muscular stomach which was certainly much bigger than Harley was in reality. “I’m afraid I’ve pulled you from your training for my own selfish needs today, Cadet Hawkins. Tomorrow you’ll be training all day.”

“Hmph!” Jim huffed in displeasure. Clearly fucking was a much better exercise for him than the training regimen. Well, so long as he didn’t include the martial arts. He snorted with a nod and then turned around, shrugging his shoulders and straining the cuffs that had fit just fine before, but now his wrists were thicker and his chitin was deforming the cheap BDSM toy.

“Oh, don’t think I’ll bother to have them train your physical prowess. Instead they’ll train you in melee and also how to use weapons, since that will scale up to your Strike Sword.” Amelia said as she got on her knees with some effort and then unlocked the cuffs. “It seems I need stronger restraints.” Jim took the gag from his mouth and then started peeling off the strappy harness.

“If his strength increases every time he orgasms, I think he’ll turn into the strongest soldier the UnSC has really fast.” Harlequin chuckled from her place in a chair. “Now then, as fun as this all is, is it alright if I ask what our next operation is?”

“We’re to return to UnSC headquarters in the Aiur system on Aiur II. We have a large cache of Relic technology along with several women and herms laden with Jim’s offspring to give thorough medical exams, not to mention examining Hawkins and his Strike Sword.” Amelia replied with a proud grin at Jim. “You’re truly blessed, Hawkins. Expect rapid promotion.”

Oh dear...that probably meant politics were in his future…

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The return to Realspace was uneventful. We arrived in a system with three stars, all fairly far apart with a cluster of planets in between them, held in place by the three gravity wells exerted on them. The Bob system was rather exotic compared to most that I’d seen or read about. My human half realized that the planets of this system were basically all like Namek from DBZ; all daytime with no night cycle, but far enough away not to be blasted hellholes.

“So, what should we do?” Jet asked everyone as he made food in the galley. He’d already reported that we were the Jazz to the local authorities and sent the phony credentials. Considering the solar sails spread over the outer hull of the Bebop were not on the schematic, it was as easy as having them out constantly to make her unrecognizable at a scan.

“Honestly, I say we deny it. I’ve been in a world similar to this 47, it never ends well.” Spike said as he rubbed his light-brown eye. Lucky guy, he got a good quality cybernetic implant unlike I did, but then again he was a high-profile merc and I was a pirate back then.

“That mysterious past you never tell anyone about?” Faye said with a roll of her eyes. “We could use the money, me the most for my debts.”

“You wouldn’t have them if you would stop gambling every time we’re at port.” Spike said with some contempt. “Besides, you’re a renegade now. Your debts are unimportant.”

“...Huh, you’re right. If it didn’t mean being on the run forever, I would’ve gone rogue a long time ago.” Faye joked while buffing her talons on her barely-adequate yellow top.

“That doesn’t mean you can just go robbing people blind, either.” Jet said with a leer. “So, to cut to the chase, all in favor, say aye, in opposition, say nay.” We all spoke up, but I was among those who said aye, only Spike and Faye said Nay. “Alright then. Ed, give 47 a call later today, let him know we accept his employ. Now, who wants some prepared rations?”

We all groaned, but it was the last of the stuff and we’ll be restocking on Bob IV.

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“What do you mean we can’t go?!” I indignantly snarled at Jet as he, Spike, Faye, Ed and Ein all prepared to disembark from the Bebop, but apparently Luster and I couldn’t go!

“Silver. You and Luster aren’t exactly...low profile.” Spike gently said with a nod down at our chests and I glared. “You could just shift back to normal, nothing’s stopping you since you figured out how to stow your own mass in your inventory. Luster has to stay though.”

“I’m not going anywhere without my girlfriend!” I shouted and Luster rubbed my neck, making my simulated neck floof fluff up in appreciation.

“Calm down, besides, I have tricks up my sleeves.” Luster backed up and I turned to watch her horn shine. Then, she looked like a plain gray and blond unicorn with green eyes and a figure that was the same as Faye’s, which before I met Luster, was the most buxom and shapely I’d seen. “Call me Cloudy Quartz in public when I look like this.”

“Well, security has scanners for illusions and changeling magic.” Jet said and Luster took my hand before making me grope her, much to my fluster. “Okay...so long as it’s a different method than changeling magic, I’m sure it’ll pass muster. Vagrants aren’t unusual in this era, sad to say, so you shouldn’t raise too many flags.”

“Oh, trust me, it is.” Luster said with a purr that made me shiver. “Maybe we can do some fun roleplaying in bed later, now that you know I can transform like a changeling with different magic.” Luster stuck her tongue out at me and I chuckled nervously. “Now, your turn! I don’t get to see your roguish and sexy manly form much lately.” Aw, you know how to butter me up.

A quick shift and then changing into a T-shirt and jeans and we were on our way. A few photos and giving the alias Lupin III and I was through security, everyone else had a similarly easy pass through what this space station considered a secure system. “Alright, I’m going grocery shopping. The plan is to spend today doing essentials and hopefully tomorrow we can relax. I’m taking the van down the space elevator.” Jet informed us and Ed decided to stick with him.

The fact it was so she could beg him for candy or other treats was obvious, but the asari was still a kid by her species’ standards. “I’m going to hunt down some of our vices. Can I assume you’re off of beer now, Lupin?” Spike asked me and I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m done with that swill. If ya find any affordable liquors of the whiskey or rum variety, I’d like that though, but because of its cost I’ll be drinking in moderation from now on.” Local me didn’t like how quick liquor got me drunk while human me liked making mixers, cocktails or sipping the stuff. Between us, it seems human-me’s tastes win out here.

“Good, because ever since you stopped drinking, you’ve been much nicer to be around.” Faye commented with a proud expression and I felt fairly bashful. I know I wasn’t the best company, especially when drunk, which was most of the time. “Now, I’m going to fleece some gambling dens. Now that I have nothing holding me back, I’m going to bring back some credits.”

“Don’t get caught.” Luster playfully warned and then looked at me. “I have everything I really need, what were you going to do?”

“Ah, well, I was hoping to get some raw materials. I may not be the designated engineer of the ship anymore, but I still like to tinker and I’d rather you not have to keep dipping into your personal stores.” I said to my lover and she beamed at me before smooching me on the lips. “Hey, careful. If any lings are around, they’ll congregate for all the love you’re making me feel.”

“Bah, let them.” Luster said with a smile before we split up at the space elevator. This was a standard populated world’s spaceport city aside from all the trees and the artificial UV barrier shade to shield the ground from the intense tropical sun. I bet the beaches here are great. We boarded a tram to the seaport, since in my experience, the seaport market was often the place to find good deals or downright steals. Sea pirates are still a thing, after all.

We were heading for the main shopping district of the area when Luster tugged on my arm towards...an antique shop? Wait...no way. “Ya’ve gotta be kidding me.” Uncle’s Rare Finds. Why is something from one of my most beloved cartoon series here?

“By Wiatr, in the window. That’s ancient.” Luster whispered in awe and she pulled me inside, the door making a small tinkling chime while she brought us to the window display to look at a flask that had a few rusted holes. Then Luster rushed around the shop before stopping at an armor display. It was basically Alphonse Elric! It was banged-up and missing a leg.

“Ah, you have good taste! Welcome to Uncle’s Rare Finds, the only shipboard antique shop around!” Boasted a familiar voice, even the face was the same. This human was Uncle Chan! His clothes were futuristic, but had the same yellow color focus with white as the accent. “This here is a suit of armor from the Old Empire, dating back to its founding. It was the signature armor of-.”

“Vicar Alphonse, the founder of the Assassin Order that answered to Wiatr and Cocoa by extension. For the longest time they were the ones who prevented heresy and treachery in the Empire’s religious and political structure, until they eventually were weeded out by the Corrupt.” Luster interrupted as she looked longingly at the suit of ancient armor.

“A-ah, yes. You please me with your knowledge of history. Be glad that I am not a brainwashed sympathizer for our current overlords.” Uncle smiled and adjusted his glasses. “I would try to sell you it, but this armor is too unique, too special. I won’t part with it.” Uncle said apologetically with some pride in his tone while Luster deflated a bit.

“That’s okay, there’s plenty of things in this shop I want to buy.” Uh-oh...I hear my wallet crying.