Pirate Bebop

Ch.92

I had to remind myself that being Sith doesn’t make you Evil, it’s your intentions and actions. This orc who enthusiastically walked to Nova was being pleasant to everything around him.

“Did Velka win against Gwyn? I was supposed to help her rebellion when I got swept up in a battle in that blood place. My body changed in there. I think they did something to me. Told the big guy in a chair to fuck off and get out of my head. I was once known as The Blade.” He spouted off randomly, like he had been doing for most of the walk, mostly on stuff he cared about like a horse named Carel.

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“Oh gosh, Winnie, really?” Someone complained and Winnie’s brain slowly returned to her head and not her giant tits still being milked. Were they bigger? She couldn’t tell, it was a wall of white and red booba she was hanging from, her body otherwise limp from being well-used by her sexy soldiers really giving her what-for. Considering how much they were pumping in, she might very well be even bigger than when the pumping started. How long was she here for?

“Who?” Winnie hoarsely asked, remembering all the dicks she’d sucked and snatches she’d slurped. Both her vagina and ass felt so sore in the best way. She was sure if she put her groin on ice, it’d sizzle~. All evidence of a great time that she was relishing rather than regretting. Sex Aspect for the win! Even the drawbacks are bonuses~! “Who’s there? I can’t see for dick.” Hm, she misses her partners from last night already. Maybe after someone retrieves her nipple studs and shrinks, she’ll pay them a visit.

“Your wife, Cynder.” Cynder huffed and spread the titanic tits apart with ease. The purple/pink dragoness was naked and sweaty from what looked like a workout.

“Oh, hey Cynder. What’s up?” Winnie greeted her with a wave of a tail-hand.

“What’s up is that you didn’t show up at dinner, you are filling the fleet’s fuel tanks for the food replicators and you didn’t even give us a heads-up about where you were. Damn it, it wasn’t until Visi revealed she turned you into a food factory that we even knew where you were.” Cynder grumbled and then climbed the side of Winnie’s left inner boob with ease.

“Marcus took my nipple studs, so I’m stuck like this until someone finds him and takes them back for me.” Winnie replied and Cynder rubbed the bridge of her snout in frustration.

“...Winnie. I know Willow is a space-head-.” Hey~! Mean! True, but mean! “But Brennie isn’t. You’re a Slime. A Cybertronian Slime. You can Transform or Store Biomass.” Geez, okay Cynder, no need to make her feel like a brainless slut.

“Ugh! Fine, twat, now get off and let me do it.” There’s the Brennie Cynder loves and hates. With a sigh, Cynder climbed down from her wife’s mountainous mammaries. It wasn’t until just then that Winnie realized how gigantic she was because Cynder was a giantess right now! She keened in an orgasm at realizing she was literally two mountain-sized mams being milked.

Once her orgasm subsided, Winnie focused on storing the excess biomass and slowly, her breasts began to shrink down to a more modest size. Basketballs were modest to her. Searching through her inventory, Winnie unhooked herself from the milking machine and then grabbed a lazy pair of basketball shorts and a tank top that barely covered her tits.

“There! Now, let’s get some food and chat. I’m hankering for some nachos.” Winnie cheered and then remembered Cynder was a giantess looking down on her. “So...why are you all sweaty and naked? I don’t mind, just asking.” The view from down here was lovely~.

“In short: I ended up wrestling Khorgan most of the night. That bitch is a major Pro Wrestling fan.” Cynder shrunk down to match Winnie’s size and with a quick morph back to goo and back, was clean as a whistle and clothed in yoga pants and a sports bra. “I could go for pizza.”

“Oh! Cheat day~! Let’s get nachos, pizza and soda, then play video games!” Winnie chirped, only to yip when she was tossed over her wife’s shoulder. “Hey~.” Winnie pouted with her arms crossed over her boobs and enjoyed her wife manhandling her.

“Babe, you need to lay off the junk food and gaming. You’re extra padded back here.” Cynder joked with a squeeze that made Winnie groan in pleasure.

“In a good way. Squeeze more for fun~.” Winnie cooed, only to pout when Cynder laughed and just carried her to the cafeteria.

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Jester groaned as she sat in the vent waiting for her target to pass. It’s been weeks since she was assigned a target list by Hunter and had taken out four of twenty targets. Her nethers ached from need, but she needed to finish her assignments first. At least Quedia was safe if stuck in bed at home without Jester adding to her strength. Bask kept her satisfied.

“Damn boss, making me work for three days straight. I’d do anything for a good fuck to help this damn Heat.” A worker for this prick groaned when she entered the bathroom. That might be a way to her target. Time to corner this Doctor.

The griffin huffed when she entered the stall below and Jester wordlessly groaned needily at the sight of the blue and white feathered ‘Golden Age’ bodied beauty masturbating. Perfect. The lady’s room was empty otherwise. She turned into the biomechanical ooze that all Warframes were based off of and slithered silently from the vent down the wall behind the horny hen.

“Mmph~! Fucking Daniel and his stupid-sexy-gck!” The hen choked when Jester shoved some slime into her beak and the griffin was rapidly covered in the symbiotic slime in seconds, her screams muffled until she went silent as Jester formed over her. The hen couldn’t move and Jester promptly groped her breasts, which pleasured both her and her prisoner.

“Oh. I’m taking you home. Your mind and sexy body are amazing. Now to kill Doctor Progtagshi, then the enemy’s R&D will be hampered for months.”Jester told her captive, a brilliant scientist named Ellen Anders, before she penetrated her prisoner's wet Quim with an inverted cock.

Ellen spasmed and struggled in a mix of pleasure and panic while Jester took on her form fully, the naturally hyper-buxom griffin was truly a descendent of the Imperial Gods to be so well endowed. Jester sauntered out of the bathroom, using Ellen’s bio signature to bypass security as she fucked the hen. By the time she reached UnSC R&D, she’d come a few times with Ellen now satisfied and unresisting to being used as a puppet.

Jester got in and found her target, an ugly green dragon man that was well overweight and she kept up Ellen’s natural wide-hipped sashay as she approached, no-one the wiser. Ellen gave one last struggle, clearly terrified of being part of a murder, but that just meant she was a good person. “Ah, Doctor Anders. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked earnestly and Jester hesitated. Crap. Ellen’s memories of him paint him as a nice man. Double-shit. Regret.

“Ah, well, I was coming to verify if the next stage of Project Eximus was ready.” Jester asked, pulling the info from Ellen’s brain with ease. She might as well try to find out what she could, to make the man’s death worth it.

“Well, it’s coming along well. I’ve gotten most of the bugs out, but I’m still having trouble with them developing souls. They can’t be disposable if they have souls. PR would have our heads if we started sending mass-manufactured children out to fight. It’s like junking a droid the moment they show independence.” Progtagshi huffed and pointed at his clipboard, showing it to her.

“I see, the thaumic soul resonance is too high. We need to try and lower that or they’ll automatically develop souls.” Ellen automatically answered and Jester silenced her again as she vibrated her cock in the hen as a reward, the tiger-hawk babe orgasmed quickly. Good girl.

“The problem is they’re too dumb without it. A double edged sword. I’m starting to agree that we might as well just hybridize them with droids. At least then the budding souls will take time to develop rather than forming immediately. It would also allow droid-borne souls to be more complex out the gate...hm. That is an idea. What say you, Doctor Anders?” Progtagshi asked.

“That’s actually a very good idea!” Jester declared eagerly. Sure, it would result in even more dangerous droids down the line, but better that than rapidly deploying masses of powerful enemies out the gate. Maybe not killing him is a better idea. “I'll submit my approval for changing focus due to the nature of Eximi being too temperamental.”

“Oka-ow!” Progtagshi yelped when shaking hands with her since Jester slipped a small bit of herself onto him. Time to spend months changing his alliance while she gets her other targets. “Goodness, trim your talons, madam. I know it’s a dangerous workplace, but don’t neglect your manicures.”

“Sorry sir. I’ll be on my way then.” Jester turned and made sure to emphasize her gait as she went towards Ellen’s section of the lab.

“How are you, my new mate?” Ellen sent indignant thoughts at her and Jester sent soothing ones. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. I won’t get you pregnant because then you’d have to take maternity leave and that won’t do.” Ellen begged for that as another batch of cum was pumped into her. “No~ you’ll get it when we’re done here my sweet captive.”

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*Straw Slurp* Winnie frowned when her drink, the massive ‘Big Gulp’ cup wedged in her cleavage, signaled it was empty and she paused in the middle of sawing a Baron for ammo to pout at its betrayal. Her yoga-ball breasts were jostling with each heaving pump of milk through her nipples and was providing low-key boobgasms as she gamed in peace.

“Hm...I’m craving soda still, but I’m feeling too lazy to get up for more...I wish I had those horny Raskvel fuckbois waiting on my hand and paw again.” Winnie grumbled and lamented that, at some point, the battery powering her Inventory’s drink fridge had run out of juice and nothing is worse than warm soda. Well, there obviously are, but not for this situation.

Then she had an idea and Willow pulled out of Brennie’s back, leaving the red dracowolf to get milked as the naked white vixen stretched. “Ah~. Okay, have the lazy one go get the soda. You’re lucky I love you.” Willow joked and kissed Brennie’s neck before she went full goo and rushed out of the room.

“I’m the one who’s lucky.” Brennie wistfully said to herself and then shivered in a boobgasm. “Not just over who I’m married to. I’m surprised I’ve been able to indulge like this without something going wrong or someone pulling me away for something.” Jane entered. “Right on que! Hey Jane, what-mmph!” Jane kissed her, then poured into her.

Janey groaned and then sighed. Okay. Dealing with terrifying freaky Sith Lord pig-orcs is a reason to want to retreat to someone big, strong and has experience dealing with Khorne’s menacing brand of powers. “How do you put up with these sorts of things?” Jane asked aloud, since Brennie was caught off-guard enough not to properly fuse right away.

“I learned to live with them and so did everyone else.” Jane blinked at the response Brennie gave her. She’s joking, right? “That was no joke.” Jane sighed in frustration at yet another secret she’d kept from her-.

“Eek!” Janey jumped in fright for…no apparent reason? Wait a minute. “Brennie, what was that all about?” She asked as the dread and horror faded away.

“A memory exposure, just a quick peek before I made you forget. What you experience is what a mortal being would feel against an entity you can’t comprehend or touch and driven beyond madness when you look upon it or die at first glance.” The Force itself screamed in agreement with Brennie, which made keeping certain secrets from Jane a good call.

“Back-oh! Who’s part of the party?” Willow asked before she put the cold giant cup in Jenny’s cleavage and then kissed her, the beautiful bitch moaned as she drank her wife down and reformed the fluffy tail hands. “I also got a replacement battery for the drink fridge while I was out.” Willow said with their voice before Winnane settled in and she turned the game back on.

“Excellent. Let’s chill and not get all stressed over a weirdo who managed to tell Khorne to fuck off and lived.” Winnane sucked on the straw and hummed happily at the taste of carbonated sugary goodness moments before she shivered in a boobgasm. Life is good right now.

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“You ready for this, Shekka?” Hildra asked her partner in crime with excitement.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Hildra.” Shekka giddily answered as they both stood before two identical pods, their creations finally completed due to their work keeping them busy.

“Girls? What are you up to now? You’ve been avoiding me lately.” Anno asked huffily, the white slime jackal clearly annoyed as she entered the lab they shared with her. Well, they called it a lab, but it was their room aboard the Bebop.

“Oh, Anno! We were just about to awaken our creations. You know, the ones based off of the Doom Marines.” Hildra quickly answered with a grin.

“Oh no, girls, we talked about this. Our specialties are in engineering and spatial dimensional sciences. I thought we agreed we wouldn’t create abominations.” Anno mewled in nervous disapproval.

“Anno, we’ve been working long and hard on this project and you’re not gonna stop us. Besides, it’s only going to be these two…for now.” Shekka shrugged nonchalantly as the two sexy rask bitches walked up to each pods’ control panel and punched in the activation codes.

With a hiss, the front of the pods opened up and revealed two distinct entities lying inside. The first from Shekka’s pod was a male Raskvel with more fur on him than scales, with a lean, muscular build and his golden brown fur was the result of having wolf DNA mixed in. The second from Hildra’s was a pale pink, draconic female Raskvel with massive tits! “Oops. Too much.” Hildra sheepishly chuckled. “Figures the draconic bits are hyper-titty city.”

“Eh, just throw some nipple studs on her and it’ll be fine.” Shekka suggested as she looked at their creations.

“Girls, did you just make hybrid clones of yourselves and your favorite Marine?” Anno asked warily, realizing the pod-born sleeping people both looked distinctly like Brennie.

“Yes~!” The rabid rabbit-reptiles declared excitedly and the clones jolted awake. Well, the guy did, the girl grunted and wiggled her legs under her beach ball tits that were each as big as her.

“Uh...I have pre-programmed info in my head and that’s still extremely odd.” The furry rask guy commented towards his immobile sister, who muffled something into her cleavage. “So...you created us as proof of concept of pod-breeding instead of outright cloning? Didn’t the Krogan work with the Empire and Kaminoans on that already?”

“Not with this degree of genetic roulette! Like having actual babies between the two gene donors.” Shekka told her genetic son with excitement and he nodded in understanding.

“I see, but, where’s-oh, there it is.” The furry rask guy showed off his package, a sheath complete with basketball tri-balls that were previously hidden in a groin pouch, which he easily shoved them into. “Utilizing natural spatial distortion magic with my biology to have optionally external gonads. Neat. Shame aunt Hildra’s natural bustiness was exaggerated so much.”

“Mmph~!” His half-sister muffled and groped the undersides of her pink tits with her long tail flicking happily. Clearly she wasn’t upset being born immobile. Oh. She just boobgasmed just from groping her breasts. Hildra sighed in a mixture of amusement and resignation as milk began gushing from the bred clone’s mug-sized fat nips.

“Girls, don’t you understand what you’ve done? The moment the Argentines find out-.” The door opened and Anno froze. “One of the royals is behind me aren’t they?”

“Yes~. Also, we’ve known about this for a while~.” Visilia purred as she sashayed her way in with three of her husbands following behind her, specifically the Marines who looked a mixture of annoyed and amused. “Congratulations, both of you. Welcome to the family.” Visilia went past the three engineers and petted the fluffy rask on the head while groping a nip of the immobile gal, who moaned into her cleavage and her cunt gushed with her orgasm.

“Uh, what about our parents?” The fluffy rask boy asked worriedly and Visilia looked dangerously at them with gleeful menace. “Please don’t hurt them…”

“Oh, don’t worry, nothing bad will befall them. Anyway, you two can go visit your other parent in her room. Boys, take them to their donor.” Visilia ordered and Kevin took the worried intelligent young man in his arms while Rico and Edward grunted in effort picking up the hyper-boobed pink beauty, who came just from being moved out of the room. “Now then, for you two~.”

“Please! Spare them! I know they did something wrong and-!” Visilia’s horn flashed and Anno’s pleas went silent even as she stood between the Argentine Queen and the two sexy beauties. The slime jackal was terrified, but had the courage to be willing to put herself in danger to protect those she loved. Good.

“They’re not being punished, dear. Gosh knows they should be, but I admire their guts and the fact they’re already romantically involved with my family means I’m going to reward them for giving me two more kids to care about. In fact, help me with that.” Visilia cooed and went slime as she approached Anno, who backed away and stumbled over the rasks.

She silently said something, but Visi just joined her on the floor and kissed her. Then she drank. Anno visibly orgasmed and spasmed as she vanished down Visi’s gullet and soon the alicorn had a bushy tail, her ears were big tall jackal ears and her teeth more canine with white swirling in her red slime. Her mound of goo was already pinning the beautiful rask babes beneath her.

“Oh fuck yes.” Vanille shuddered and then with a slurp, her mound pulled the two beauties into her womb with ease. “Mm~. Yes, struggle~. You’re gonna be in time out for a while~.” Vanille stood on her paws and licked her chops with her long canine tongue as her wings fluttered and her ‘candy cane’ horn sparked in pleasure. “Wow. I think my two halves really get along.”

The Goddess of Fertility cradled her womb as she sauntered out of the room and then had a sad expression. Anno was hiding a surprisingly painful past and Visi wasn’t one to leave things alone when something could be done.

“Hm, now how to enjoy this while giving and getting therapy. Time to see Luci I guess.” Vanille sighed and also considered what she knew. They had nothing to lose trying to invert the process that teleported Anno’s fraternal twin sister, Syri, into oblivion. That seemed more likely to shunt the poor black diamond dog into a pocket dimension than telefrag her.

“Queen-um, what do you go by right now?” A soldier questioned professionally. Vanille had to blink at realizing she and her other slime lovers have been doing a lot of fusing lately. Her people have adjusted quite well.

“Vanille. What’s the matter?” The bitch-mare asked while solidifying into a fluffy form so her black dress wasn’t sticking to her membrane. Oh dear, Visi didn’t consider that Anno wasn’t a Cybertronian Slime before. Oh well, she is now and Anno was more pleased than upset.

“Ahem, Queen Vanille! Prince Rex would like to speak with you and I think you can guess why.” The Crusader announced and Vanille blinked in incomprehension. “Okay, so you weren’t made aware?” Of what? “Your son is finally courting-.”

“Finally! Dear Gods! Who is the lucky girl?” Vanille cheered excitedly. She was absolutely going to accelerate this process~!