Pirate Bebop

Ch.93

“So do you have names?” Winnane asked as she watched a movie with her new kids. Still being milked. Dear fuck, how much did her soldiers pump into her? How many of them did she have sex with? Her new daughter was also being milked right next to her, similarly immobile but more due to her petite 4-foot stature attached to beach ball boobas than because of her own 6 foot stature attached to yoga ball boobas.

“No, we don’t. Our mothers were taken away by Visilia before they could name us.” Her son replied from where he was embarrassingly smished between their breasts since there was no room on the bed with his mom and sister taking it up with their titanic milky mams.

“Ugh! I knew I should’ve told them about it.” Winnane groaned in frustration at her mistake of leaving it be. Of course they would react that way.

“Uh, yeah.” Her son blushed to the point his fur glowed red with bioluminescence. Cute~!

“Anyway, how about I name you Revex? Does that sound alright to you?” Winnane asked before she perked at feeling his physical response at being Named. Right~. It was easy to forget that Brennie was a Tartarus Demon after so long of living there. Names have Power and the Sire, in this case Brennie, giving the Name was Significant.

“I-I like that name.” Revex groaned as Winnane felt a boner from between her and her daughter’s bosoms. “Dang it, this is so lewd. I’m not attracted to either of you because you’re my family, but wow did getting Named feel good.”

“Do me!” The pink pretty draco-rask chirped, only to flush a glowing pink. “Phrasing!”

“Lyrix.” Brennie announced and the result was instant.

“Fffuck~!” Lyrix panted in orgasm, her tits gushing milk into her milking cups harder. “Uhn~. I-I think Naming an ‘older’ demon is like opening a dam. We’re technically newborns, but we’re also genetically adults.” Lyrix huffed through her pleasure and shivered. “Sorry you didn’t cum, bro. Are you gay or..?” Lyrix asked with concern and her russet-furred brother wiggled.

“No, of course not. Not that there’s anything wrong with homosexuality, you’re my sister and fama. As to why I didn’t bust a nut or two, I think Mama Shekka made me specifically capable of banking my cum. I had an orgasm, but it just filled my nuts like reservoirs since I didn’t want to blow my load on you two.” Revex revealed and both his sister and Winnane cooed.

“Oh, that sounds so sexy. You’re gonna make whoever you partner up with a happy condom.” Winnane purred with a tail-hand patting his head. “I also have this weird feeling that you’re gonna go far. Oh, that’s The Force. Are you Force Sensitive, son?”

“I wouldn’t know. I may have pre-programmed knowledge, but without testing, I have no way to know.” Revex replied before he squirmed out from between his mom and sister’s boobs and tugged on the engineer suspenders one of his uncles had given him. “Anyway, I’m gonna go find Master Yoda, then, since Aunt Jane is part of you for relaxation purposes.”

“Don’t get brainwashed with Jedi hogwash!” Winnane warned her son as he left. “So, Lyrix, do you want to downsize yet?”

“Fuck no! I wanna be milked for as long as possible! I have fuck-all responsibilities right now and I’m gonna milk it for all I can!” Lyrix cackled and Winnane joined her in humor. Indeed, might as well milk getting milked for pleasure and profit. No way is the fleet going to starve now.

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Dodging around traffic through the ship, Revex had to adjust to the reality that it wasn’t just that his sister and fama were gigantic, he was just very small. Three feet of fluffy half-rask was a lot of smol compared to a universe full of titans averaging twice his height. He also had to pass on several dozen propositions of sex from pretty rask ladies who were attracted by his handsome face and fluffy traits. If not for his scale striping, he’d pass as a full-on rabbit.

Also, Revex had to give acknowledgement to his Fama’s supposition that he’s Force Sensitive, since he kept getting nudges that helped him avoid getting his long floppy ears trodden on, as well as leading him through the massive Bebop to the room where Master Yoda and his students frequented for training and meditation. “Hm, sense I do, potential you have.”

“Yes, Master Yoda, I believe so. These sensations beyond what my programming have taught me are either psychic impulses or The Force aiding me. I’ve come to you for lessons.” Revex replied with a polite bow and the green alien looked at him appraisingly.

“New Soul you are. Conceived in a pod, not born of a womb, yet strong in the Force, you are. Clones in my time could have such prowess if from known Jedi or Sith, yet neither of your progenitors...hm. A Vergence of the Force? Similar to...yet not with that intention, were you made. Yes, training you need. Much power you have.” Yoda direly insisted.

“I shall begin whenever you think is best. However, I was told not to follow the Jedi way. I don’t think I could, not with how carnal both of my progenitors are.” Revex didn’t mention his unique...ability to bank his orgasms. That was private and unnecessary for his training.

“Then train with my padawan, you shall. However, a father brought his twin infants, for strong they are in the force.” Yoda pointed towards two infants who displayed uncanny awareness as they watched his padawan, that enormous lewd gargoyle, meditate in front of them calmly...only to give them a ‘baby face’ and cause the infant ponies to coo and gurgle happily.

“I will be patient.” Revex assured him and went to sit behind the infants, only to end up with his long, floppy, fluffy ears being used as blankets as the infants napped and the beautiful gargoyle quietly instructed him on meditation.

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Vanille was basking in the feeling of two horny babes in her womb while connecting some cables to a teleportation matrix that would, according to Anno’s extensive research, be an inversion of the process that seemingly atomized her twin sister. Visilia’s personal Scinoxes being omnidisciplinary scientists helped with this matter extensively.

Now, this would normally be an exercise in futility, considering they were nowhere near the site where the ill-fated test seemed to annihilate Syri from existence. However, the experiment didn’t require third-dimensional coordinates to work, proving that the experiment was attempting to use a pocket dimension as a go-between without utilizing the Warp or magic.

The two rasks in her womb decided to get frisky right then and Vanille cooed on the floor, rubbing her deceptively ripped abs through Anno’s borrowed black bodysuit before a Scinox pulled her up. “Thank you, Calax.” Vanille would love to languish in lewd pregnant fun, but most of her wanted to see if she could get Anno’s sister back now, not later.

“You’re welcome, just don’t die and come back to us in pieces. We can’t put you back together.” Calax jokingly replied and Vanille snickered.

“Hopefully that won’t have to happen thanks to the DE. That thing might even download my mind and soul, then I’d have to climb out of Jovia’s snatch again.” Vanille’s reply seemed to unsettle the obscured demoness and Vanille patted her hand assuringly. “I won’t die. It should just pull Syri Dorna back into our dimension, but if it opens a rift into the pocket dimension, I’m going in since half of me knows more about the science involved than anyone.”

“Hopefully not into an Ascendant Plane or something.” Calax retorted, only for Vanille to wave it off.

“Pfft, no. It was just an unanchored demiplane that-.”

“It’s ready, Queen Vanille!” One of the most skilled recruited Gabliani guys shouted.

“Fire her up! Let’s get a lost soul back home!” Vanille declared chipperly. Half of her was hoping to get her sister back, the other half wanted to finish Anno’s work and provide yet another form of teleportation/long-distance travel.

The teleportation matrix ignited with electricity provided from the Vengeful Retributor’s core reactor since this thing was the most costly teleporter known to them as of right now. Sadly, it didn’t pull Syri Dorna from her pocket realm, instead opening a hole in space that meta-stabilized within the matrix as it powered down, less power needed to keep the rift open.

“Okay, I’m going in.” Vanille summoned her battlesuit and huffed at her slimmer snout giving so much more room in the helmet, but that was better than the inverse. She readied her blaster...well, Anno’s blaster, along with her sword. Anno was a crackshot with a pistol, but aside from that and some combat engineering, she wasn’t a savant at combat.

Still, that meant adding together Visilia’s skills, she was perhaps one of the best small-arms markswomen around at the moment. So when she stepped through, her trigger discipline prevented her from opening fire at the lewd sight. To Visilia, it was like taking a step back in time, on Equus, during the Lust Wars. This garden was full of moaning victims of fuck plants.

“What the fuck?” Vanille muttered and waded through the perverse plants, shrugging off the attempts of the dick-like vines trying to find an opening and pushing past the ones with vaginas on the ends pressing against her visor and groin. Her suit was insisting that none of this was alive. It was all some sort of physical illusion.

Once out of the garden, it was a quick journey to find the throne room from Visilia’s familiarity with the architectural style. There, on the throne, was the only real thing in this place. “Hm, I didn’t send for you...are you not a fucking illusion like the rest of this place?” The hulking amazon on the throne was Syri Dorna.

The formerly average-height black jackal diamond dog was now ten feet tall, her massive ears almost hidden behind large black horns, her breasts were the size of beach balls and the nude woman was so ripped with muscles she could put most Argentines to shame with her definition. She also reeked of Taint. Syri Dorna, somehow, was a Lust Demon.

“Syri?” Vanille asked in despair. Seeing her half-sister become this beautiful yet Corrupt creature was heartbreaking. How? Did this demiplane intrinsically contain Taint? Was she being Tainted right this second?!

“You even know me? Did Anno finally manage to send someone? Please tell me you’re here to get me out. I can only fuck soulless illusions so long before the loneliness makes me consider offing myself. How many years has it even been?” Syri muttered to herself, the muscular beauty’s glowing red eyes managed to look lost in consideration.

“Syri…you’ve been gone for 3 years since the incident…what even is this place?” It sure as Hell wasn’t Slaanesh’s domain, thankfully. Even so, this dimension was just as lewd.

“I don’t know, the only thing that is most real is that.” Syri pointed to a skull floating in the sky that was suddenly visible. “I can bend everything in this realm to my whim besides that. Also, can we leave before I fucking lose my shit and fuck your brains out? I just finished having an unfeeling orgy with tons of hot jackal guys, so that’s why I can think straight.”

“Okay, yeah! C’mon, we’re leaving!” Vanille took Syri’s hand and ran for the portal, ignoring everything preventing them from escaping this place.

The skull just as they left shrank and flew through the portal before they could. The portal wavered before Vanille and Syri got through. On the other side, the Scinoxes stared warily at the skull that floated in the middle of the room. Now that Vanille saw it up close, she could tell that it was an alicorn skull.

“I’m free! I’m free of that infernal plane!” A painfully familiar female voice declared. “Does anyone know where my husband, Xardyh, is? I need help getting my head on some shoulders.”

“Fuck~. I feel so wrong.” Syri groaned and fell to her knees before promptly vomiting up a copious amount of black Taint. Liquid Taint! “Oh gods, I feel like shit. Worse than that time I was drugged and found in an alley on Ausuril.” She threw up more of the vile, dangerous substance that her inky black glossy fur practically mirrored.

“Ladies, help her and clean that mess up!” Vanille ordered before addressing their new guest.

“Hm, you look familiar, who are you?” Asked the skull, who may as well be her mother, Tillisi.

Sighing, Visi separated herself from Anno, who wanted to check on her sister, before stripping away her armor to reveal herself in a black bodysuit similar to Anno’s.

“Oh, gods, you look like my daughters and this damn curse is making me want to fuck you. Uh, you’re not Ailisiv or Ninia, right?” Tillisi or Isillit by this dimension’s inverted Tartarus names, asked as the demonic alicorn skull started to form more bones from her skull.

“I’m Visilia Themis, Queen of Tartarus by birth and title in lieu of my father’s late wife, Tillisi. Father is still the King, widower and unmarried, but I am married, so I’m equal in power to him.” Visilia informed the developing skeleton, who was already forming her clavicles.

“I see. Well, I am Isillit. I guess I’m Tillisi after a fashion, but I was Cursed and Banished by-what am I doing?” Isillit asked upon noticing she now had a ribcage and both humerus. “Well, that’s rather punny.” Visilia groaned at the horrible joke when it wasn’t even said. Yep, this was definitely a form of her mother, likely Ninia and Ailisiv’s ‘dead’ mother.

“You definitely sound like my mother from how my father described you long ago.” Visilia sighed wistfully, sad from the mare’s voice sparking long-lost memories she couldn’t fully recall beyond remembering the voice singing to her.

Isillit was too busy watching her skeleton fully reforming to respond and then focused her hollow-eyed gaze back on the Tartarus Queen. “Sorry, what? Pardon, I’m not often one for finer details, that was Xardyh’s thing. Oh! I’m speaking more clearly now. This is peculiar. Is this the Undead Curse that was afflicting the mortals? How did that craven bitch do this?”

“Considering you’re from a time few besides Velka-.” Visilia flinched back when the flesh-sprouting skull suddenly surged into her personal space. Ew, ew, it’s growing, ew~!

“Velka?! She’s alive?! After what that bitch, Lethice, did to her? Where is she? My husband and I’s vanguard were marching on Bourtzi Fortress when the traitor’s vile Corruption began spreading across the city like wildfire!” Isillit demanded fretfully as her skin grew over her muscle, her eyes were distinctly so similar to Visi’s own that she felt doubly unsettled.

“She’s fine and on board this ship. I’ll call her over.” Visilia shuffled away from the rapidly regenerating dimensional double of her mother, who was displaying a surprising lack of influence from Taint on her body. “Hey, Velka, get the fuck over here. Isillit, my mother’s double of this dimension, is alive.”

The fully regenerated demon alicorn mare scrunched her brow in disapproval. “Young lady...assuming you’re not a few centuries, that is quite crass language. Have vocal standards shifted so much?” Isillit asked while using her black demon wings to cover her chest and groin.

“Says the mother who makes dad jokes.” Visi back-sassed in amusement.

“Bad jokes? Dear, how cruel of you.” Isillit playfully replied and Visi had to fight a snort.

“Mom, c’mon, that was even worse.” Visi had to restrain herself from laughing.

“Wurst? I am hungry, where’s the sausage?” Isillit asked and Visi couldn’t hold it anymore, chuckling as she shook her head. “Aside from when that poor hound appeared and promptly began having violent perverse fantasies, I’ve had forever to think of jokes.”

“Did I hear you right?” The goddess of Justice demanded when she entered the vacating lab.

“You heard right, Velka, you fool. I’ve been trapped in a pocket dimension, Cursed with Undeath and whatever else that bitch, Lethice, felt like doing to me. I can only assume my husband died in battle? Can you at least confirm that?” Isillit asked with imperious indignity.

“Yes, but she used his corpse to create many monstrosities. The Lethice of today, however, is a different person entirely. She practically had her Soul purged and reset to before she ever touched Corruption. She was forcibly reborn to atone for her great Sins and spent several millennia doing so. Killing her will only Taint your Soul.” Velka declared and Isillit wilted.

“So I cannot get retribution, for it’s been paid. Damn. Well...I’ve been gone for so long. I’m not sure where to begin.” Isillit said, visibly lost and confused as she looked around. “Why are your bosoms so gloriously large? How aren’t your backs shattering under the strain?”

“Superior strength to most living creatures and many species now possess genes to have immense back , shoulder and chest strength to compensate. Would it please you, mother, if I said Lethice was tortured before her rebirth?” Visi asked and Isillit shook her head.

“No, the past is the past. Dear, I’m not your mother. I may look, sound and feel like her, but please, don’t hurt us both. Do I assume my daughters are gone along with my husband?” Isillit asked forlornly and Visi pursed her lips before looking to Velka.

“To be honest, I know Ninia is somewhere in the Warp-.” Velka deadpanned when said Twili Slime Alicorn stumbled into reality with a yelp. “Speak of the Devil. I don’t know about Ailisiv, she has ruled Tartarus since the Lust Wars ended.”

“Ninia~!” Isillit cheered and the inky black Twili Slime was scooped up with magic and then hugged powerfully. “Do you know where your sister is?”

“Uh...Ailisiv was visiting Paradise when-.” An inky-black Twili Demon Alicorn appeared with her glowing white eyes blinking. “There she is! I hope your regent isn’t abusing his power, sis!”

“I’ve been sitting at a freaky clown-god’s tea table for days. I don’t care, I just want to-mom?!” Ailisiv gawked at the elder Tartarus Demon Alicorn and then was scooped up into the group hug. “W-what’s going on?! You were dead! I-.”

“What is going on here?!” A booming voice demanded and Visilia, along with Ailisiv, Ninia and Isillit flinched when they turned to the entrance of the empty lab to see King Hydrax, who looked to be a mixture of confused and furious. “What is happening? Why was I contacted about my dead wife and daughter?”

“Xardyh?” Isillit asked with forlorn hope, only for her daughters to grab her arms and shake their heads. “Then...inverted, Hydrax? My husband’s alternate universe version? My gosh, you’re a spitting image of him.” The mare looked distraught and full of grief along with relief. “Although, you have grown a rather handsome beard and mustache. I always told him it’d look glorious.”

“As are you, in regards to my wife.” Hydrax replied with a smile full of sadness. “Listen, can I assume we’ve both been widower and widow for thousands of years?” Visilia gawked at him in shock and he rolled his eyes. “Dear, I’ve been lonely for so long out of choice, not just grief. I see before me a mare, so alone, who reminds me of your mother. At least humor the thought.”

“Now kiss!” A frilly pink flamingo-like Draconequus cheered above them. “Hello I’m Aphrodite~ Chaos of Love~! I sense two lonely hearts just begging to find comfort! Here’s a song!” The Chaos Noodle vanished as a catchy song started and everyone rolled their eyes.

“Let’s settle down and talk over lunch. Away from a memetic, biological and thaumaturgical hazard.” Hydrax suggested and they fled from the hissing and bubbling pool of black Taint.