Pirate Bebop

Ch.94

Brennie stretched, causing her lazy tank top to creak in protest and her booty to stretch her basketball shorts a bit more as she walked down the hall. She left Willow to be milked in her place and keep bonding with Lyrix. She’d enjoyed the downtime, but a growing war machine needed as many commanding officers available as possible to keep miscommunication low. For all she knew, there was probably a subdivision dedicated to handling all the milk.

“Hm~.” She hummed happily with a swag in her stride, her hips swaying hypnotically to any onlooker that happened to pass by her. Hot damn, her Sex Aspect was primed and ready despite having been boobgasaming for a dozen hours by the point she and Jane defused and parted at the door. She still had milk to give despite leaving most of it with Willow. “Oh, hello my generals.” Brennie greeted Helvex and Ionyx. She didn’t see them at that epic milking fuckfest.

“Hail, Queen Brennie! What puts you in a good mood?” Helvex returned the greeting in kind with Ionyx nodding at her with a knowing grin. Ionyx, what do you do behind-oo~. Kinky~.

“Hm, my Sex Aspect is still on a roll. I get the feeling it involves you two~.” Brennie purred as she got up close and nuzzled her studly generals.

“Is it me, brother, or does she plan on having us as her new Chosen Studs?” Ionyx teased and Helvex laughed joyfully.

“Well, you two didn’t take your turns at the milky fuckfest and I’m still horny. Now you get to-yip!” Brennie was tossed over a burly shoulder and she growled in a mixture of indignation and arousal at Rico’s broad back and his hand on her ass. “Sorry boys~! My husband is abducting me~!” Brennie playfully shouted down the hall at them and then slapped Rico’s wing. “The fuck, Rico?! I was about to get laid!”

“You can get laid whenever. Queen Tillisi in another form has returned.” Rico’s serious words took Brennie’s horniness out back and shot it twice before burying it.

“Oh, fuck, really? Native or other universe?” Brennie asked as she rolled around and sat up on his shoulder, letting her hulking 14 foot tall husband carry her on his shoulder with a hand on her thigh to help her stay steady. Hot damn, she missed out on so much by putting her ‘siblings’ on untouchable pedestals for so damn long.

“Native.” Rico answered before giving her thigh a nuzzle.

“How is the old nag taking this?” Brennie asked as she gave head pats in return.

“Pretty well, all things considered. Both she and the old man are gonna hook up.” Rico answered as he pressed his cheek into her thigh, enjoying ear scratchies.

“Wow. That was fast. Then again, both of them have had thousands of years alone.” Brennie mumbled sadly and then began massaging the back of Rico’s fluffy neck and he groaned.

“Brennie, that is a good spot and you know it.” Rico moaned lowly with his tail wagging rapidly behind him and his wings fluffing up like the rest of his neck. Despite the instinctive arousal of his mate touching the nape of his neck, he managed a steady stride to the teleporter hub.

“Yeah, I do know.” Brennie giggled as she continued her ministrations much to her husband’s mixture of pleasure and dismay. He’s going to be so blue-balled later, she could hardly wait~.

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I was still not going to be hanging around Blade if I could help it. Psychic Warp Powers and The Force are both antithetical to one another yet far too potent together. I am so glad that I didn’t end up like him. Still, I needed to buck up and live with the fact he was around and going nowhere. So, I’m gonna do something well overdue. Naming my fucking Mobile Suit!

“I can’t think of anything~!” I bemoaned as I stared up at arguably the most powerful Mobile Suit in the Alliance next to the Strike Sword, which also needs a name. Jimbo’s in a similar boat as me and it was like fate or some shit that He was sitting next to me, looking up at the Strike Sword.

“Me neither.” Jimbo grumbled with his hand squeezing my shoulder in understanding.

“Skyfather and Hela!” A technician across the hanger yelled. “It’s a bloody start for you two to think on!”

“Sorry if I think Zaku Warrior is too masculine fer Hela and no way is Jimbo confident enough to go full-tilt patriarch!” I shouted back and then huffed as I squeezed Jimbo’s hand on my shoulder. “Damn it. The forms suggest going for a war-like name for Zaku, specifically of famous conquerors. Should I name him Alexander?”

“The idiot whose Empire crumbled the moment he died? Naw, he’s not that egotistical. Strike seems to go for weaponry or styles in differing forms. Maybe something refined.” Jimbo replied and I began running my hand along his back. “Jane.”

“What? Yew’re the stupid-sexy stud in skintight clothes.” I replied playfully and hummed when his hand moved down to the small of my back, making my tail wag. “Hey, let’s have some fun. We can’t think of this stuff with our brains going to our groins.”

“I dunno, that doesn’t seem like a good way to brainstorm.” Jimbo began petting my tail~.

“Maybe fucking in one of the cockpits will help~.” I suggested, remembering when Brennie fucked me stupid while piloting the Zaku Warrior.

“As absolutely enticing as that is, Jane, why don’t we ask their creator for suggestions? Nexus is among the fleet.” Jimbo reminded me and I pouted at the stud I absolutely wished would end up in my coming turbo-marriage and leaned into him with a sigh as he put his hand on my side.

“Fine. Let’s go ask Nexus, spoilsport.” I grumbled and then cooed when he picked me up and set me on his beefy shoulder. The white-shelled Changeling Behemoth was a lovely seat. “So, I’ve been busy, would ya know where most of the peeps who arrived from the Twilight Zone tend to hang out?” I could just follow The Force to find out, but that’s really roundabout.

“Well, the Argentine Marines are their friends and wedded ones, but they’re mostly staying on the Legacy for convenience and to avoid overloading either the Vengeful Retributor or the Bebop. Since the Legacy needs an overhaul anyway, she’s a good choice for a habitat ship in the meantime with the other habitat ships already, well, inhabited.” Jimbo answered promptly.

“These are Mobile Suits?” Tenca asked from the main entrance into the Bebop from the hangar and I silently urged Jimbo to move faster through a combination of tickling the nape of his neck and using The Force to gently push him along. Tenca still spooked the absolute fuck out of me.

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“Agh~! Fuck!” Syri Dorna roared in pain as another massive vial of concentrated liquid Taint was drawn from her gut. “Grr! How much more, damn it?!” The ten foot super-powered Lust Demon Queen, demanded in pain and frustration. She was restrained with the strongest suspension fields available aboard the Vengeful Retributor, restraints meant for the Marines.

“We do not know. We have never had a Lust Demon of your immense potency intact before.” Hunter said. The Marine was present because Syri was somehow physically powerful enough to compare to him and his siblings. Considering she even had enlarged forearms and hands, she had more surface area and proportional strength to work with. Thankfully she was cooperating.

“My best guess is she was siphoning off the curse from Isillit, which is why the Queen is not a Lust Demon now. Who knows what that realm was made for or what exactly the Queen was cursed with.” A Scinox suggested from a nearby console while the one holding the light-drinking black gallon-sized vial on the end of a pole in full hazmat gear carefully placed it on a shelf.

The shelf had five other gallon-sized vials brimming with the pure Corrupting Taint. They were extracting this from the poor bitch’s womb and hadn’t even moved on to gland cleansing. “Fuck. Could you just knock me out, then?” Syri asked while still panting, but she was recovering already.

“We already tried. I’m not about to use my psionics on you without knowing first if it is safe to do so. Otherwise, you seem immune to tranquilizers and sedatives, along with pain killers.” Hunter replied and Syri growled in frustration.

“Fuck.” Syri groaned before her body suddenly had a massive surge in arousal. “Shit~! I’m so fucking horny again! Hit me with that brain-thing again!” Syri demanded and the Horny Jail bat was tapped on her left thigh by a Crusader Empyreal. “Oh thank fuck that thing works, whatever it is.” Syri panted, but she seemed inexhaustible. Pain was also fleeting despite intensity.

“You’re doing fine, all things considered.” Hunter encouraged, inwardly horrified that Syri was so Tainted, that Willow’s Horny Jail Bat couldn’t banish her into the ‘no smut’ zone.

“What? That the place Anno sent me to turned me into a giant fucking horny-ass bitch who can’t go two minutes without thinking about cock, cum and making puppies? I didn’t even want to have puppies before this happened to me. Not even all the modding I did to myself to spite my parents made me want them more despite the enhanced fertility.” Syri groused unhappily.

“It could be worse.” Hunter appeased and Syri chuffed.

“Yeah, I could be dead, but being a slave to my base desires is a close second.” The hulking black jackal babe grumbled bitterly.

“I’m just surprised she’s not an omnibus.” Another Scinox commented from her station.

“As much as I like other girls too, no thank you. I don’t want a cock. Too much trouble on top of what I’ve already got.” Syri huffed and then cringed when another giant syringe was pushed into her gut. “Fuck~! Whatever god of Mercy there is, fucking do something!” Syri whimpered, her enormous jackal ears folding back against her skull as black Taint was drawn from her.

“Well, your Taint will most likely start reacting to the extraction. Change your body to try and entice you and us into devolving into mindless sex. Making your assets bigger, giving you new ones, so on and so forth.” Hunter warned her and Syri snarled when the vial was pulled away.

“Fuck this Taint, fuck my epic tits getting even bigger, fuck you! Fuck all of you!” Syri slobbered, her red eyes crazed and shining bright with power, only for the Horny Jail Bat to bop her booty and she panted as sanity returned. “Please. Help me. I don’t want to be a slave to my Lust.” Syri whined and whimpered, fear filling her face.

“About that. You need to accept that it’s enhancing part of who you are. Without Lethice or other purification means present, we don’t have a guarantee that you’ll cease being a Demon or at most a Warden.” Hunter stated before the door opened. “Brennie? Why are you here? I figured the sudden extension of the core Royal Family would’ve had you over there.”

“I go where I’m needed and I feel like I’m needed here.” The armored dracowolf replied as she approached the force cell holding Syri. “The poor thing is suffering and I intend to help her through this.”

“How? You don’t have Wiatr’s...you don’t have their purification powers and that has ceased to be after their official Soul Division.” Hunter asked, only for Brennie to smirk and banish her armor, leaving her nude. “Of course. Vacate the room, people! Lock it down!” Hunter turned to leave, only to yelp when Brennie’s powerful hand grabbed his tail.

“Rico, get your fine ass in here. You better have Ed and Vin with you.” Brennie called out the door and the other three Marines entered in casual clothing. “Great! Let’s fuck the Taint out of her!” Brennie declared as the Scinoxes vacated the containment lab with the gathered Taint.

“You can’t be serious.” The ten foot tall giantess huffed, only for her energy restraints to vanish and let her land on her paws, sending her beach ball boobs bouncing.

“I’m very Syri-us.” Brennie punned, causing everyone besides Vinnie to groan.

“I should fucking kill you for that, but I’m too messed up to kill someone for punning my name. Besides, Anno made that joke first and she has the right to kill you for it. Now, I’m not horny yet, so before I lose my mind, can we use contraceptives? I don’t want to get pregnant, no matter what my body tries to force on me.” Syri requested firmly and accepted the zap of magic from Vinnie. “Great, now I’m fading. I’m about to go nuts, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Girl, I’m the Goddess of Sex. I fuck better than anyone besides Willow. Let’s have fun!” Brennie stated moments before Syri’s eyes blanked out with red light.

“Oh, fucking finally. I’m out of my cage. Now, time for me is nothing, cuz I’m countin’ no age. You better fuck me fast before I fly into a rage.” Syri growled hungrily.

“Gorillaz!” Vinnie shouted before the ten-foot Lust Demon Queen pounced on Rico.

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“You forgot they were in you?” Anno huffed at Visilia, who sheepishly shrugged with a grin.

“I’m the Goddess of Fertility. Not having something in my womb feels stranger than it being occupied. Besides, they’re serving a lewd punishment.” Visilia replied with a pat of her abs.

“Are you going to let them out?” Anno asked worriedly and Visi nodded.

“Later, but not now. In fact, I’d like it if you came back inside of me. Being fused with you was very pleasant. You’re an intelligent gal who despite being a horny slut, manages to prioritize like a functioning member of society.” Visilia didn’t want to label any of her lovers as being useless to society as a whole, but...well, nymphomania was a standard affliction of her loved ones.

“I don’t know. I enjoyed it a lot too, but I’m dealing with my twin sister going through whatever it is you’re doing to help her after being turned into a Lust Demon Queen. I don’t know if you want the extra stress.” Anno replied, only for Visi to kiss her and then the jackal orgasmed promptly when she was gulped down, turning Visi back into Vanille.

“Mm~. Yeah, that stress? Nothing we can’t handle together.” Vanille sighed in relief, only to squeak when someone wrapped their arms around her waist, their breasts smishing into her wings.

“Cocoa has intel~.” Cocoa purred in triplicate as she hugged her wife. She shouldn’t have been able to do that, there weren’t any entrances on that side of the room, but Cocoa was the Spymistress of the Empire since its inception and after its fall for a reason besides her Aspect.

“What is it?” Vani huffed in fondness and annoyance. She didn’t like getting snuck up on unless it was Cocoa or another lover.

“Let Cocoa slurp you and you’ll know. Cocoa is lonely~.” Cocoa whined from her left head, the black Labrador Twili Slime Cerberus Diamond Dog kneaded Vanille’s abs.

“Oh, we haven’t done that with anyone besides Willow from the rest of you. I don’t know, we might get carried away and I’d like to be able to respond to any family drama between my soon-to-be step-siblings and step-mom.” Her father, Hydrax, had adapted rapidly, so him being a source of friction was next to impossible.

“Aw, but Cocoa wants to get closer to wife Visi.” Cocoa whimpered and Vanille bit her lip.

“W-Well, maybe I could spend some time, but-mmph?!” Vanille muffled when Cocoa’s head stretched to kiss her and began gulping. “Mm! Mm~!” Vani spasmed, cumming quickly and only faintly wondering what would happen to Shekka and Hildra before Cocoa finished drinking her mate down, the cerberus moaned as her black slime swirled with red and white goo.

“Oh~ so perfect~.” Vanico moaned and groped her breasts as her body formed in stripes with Visilia’s red turning a soft pink. “We’re Neapolitan~! Vanilla, Chocolate and Strawberry~. Fuck~.” Vanico panted as she promptly dove a hand into her snatch, only to stop herself. “No, no. Stop. This is what we were worried about. Calm down, Vanico, you can get pleasure later.”

She checked that her wide-collared business suit was presentable and the three different colored heads that were primarily canine but with fluted horns all grinned at her reflection and even made kissy faces before she sauntered out of Visi’s personal bedroom and poked a head into the one where Visi’s father and her soon-to-be sisters and mother were.

“I need to go speak to Brennie and Marcus, don’t start a wargame without me.” Vanico warned them and then left before they could ask why a brown/black slime horned jackal was speaking. A quick teleport took her outside of the lab where Syri Dorna was being examined and put through an emergency detox. “Why is Brennie here?” She’d teleported intending to reach her.

“My Queen, the Marines are currently...fornicating with the Lust Demon Queen as a form of purification, since Wiatr is no longer a singular deity.” The Scinox next to the door warned her and Vanico sighed before going in anyway. She was not disappointed at the sight within, she was, however, mildly impressed.

Rico, Edward and Kevin were all laying about the room, panting in exhaustion and looking spent. The ten-foot mini-giantess that was Syri Dorna, was taking both Brennie and Vinnie at once, the former in her snatch and the latter in her back door, laughing as the two sized-up slimes fucked her and played with her. “That’s right, bitches! Keep going!”

“Ahem.” Vanico cleared all three of her throats and got their attention, but they kept going. “Brennie, Vinnie, stop letting her dominate you. That’s not helping her Taint. Do you want to see what a true Lust Demon of Lethice can do~?”

“O-Oh, right, sure~. Have at it.” Brennie huffed invitingly and pulled out of the black jackal babe, who growled in disapproval, but didn’t resist being restrained by the fused gold and red slime that formed behind her, her limbs trapped within the gigantic goo gal, leaving her front hanging out and vulnerable. “Come and get her~.” Brevia purred and Vanico shucked her suit off.

“Oh~. Fuck yeah. Come and get me!” Syri snarled hungrily with approval, thrusting her puffy and drooling snatch enticingly. Cocoa’s memories of her time as a Lust Demon filled the cerberus slime and she resisted the urge to Obey the superior demoness.

“Oh, you’ll be calling me mommy pretty soon~.” Vanico snarled before she morphed her groin and summoned a vertically aligned pair of doggy dicks thick and long enough to be extra legs with four churning beach-ball nuts spreading her legs wide on her already wide-set hips. “Or daddy, rather.” Vanico growled and waddled up to her meal with ease as the bitch slobbered.

“Fuck yeah! Put them in me! Fuck me so hard I-nyah~!” Syri mindlessly wailed when Vanico ruthlessly shoved both leg-length cocks up the giant bitch’s hungry holes. “Yesh~! Fuck it out of me! Get this disgusting shit out of me~!” Syri demanded, but Vanico slowed down in response. “Grr, the fuck?! I told you to-!” Vanico’s enlarged left hand slapped the bitch across the face.

“Bad bitch! You go at my pace! Now, apologize!” Vanico demanded with relish. One key step to helping a Lust Demon recover without purification magic was to make them submit.

“Fuck you, fuck this out of me!” Syri’s answer was another slap. This could take a while.