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                       Pirate Bebop                        
                   -by Silverwolfdemon-                    
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                           Ch.2                            
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Ch.2
Ch.2
“Don’t worry, honey. It’ll grow back. I lost all of my feathers to my cryopod, but they came in again in a few weeks.” Faye soothed the distraught mare who was wrapped in a blanket due to still being cold and none of us having bottoms big enough for the thicc and bootyful unicorn babe. My biggest shirt barely covered her boobs, leaving some undercleavage even.
“I’m already over that. There are more important things to be worried about than the temporary loss of my mane and tail to cryostasis. What I’m so upset about is what I’ve gathered just from watching you all interact. My teacher, the Goddess of Friendship: Twilight Sparkle, along with the whole pantheon of the Empire abandoned us.” Luster Dawn sniffled and tightened the blanket around herself on the couch in the lounge/living room.
“To be fair lass; it was the Empire that abandoned them first.” I solemnly commented from my recliner off to the side of the rest of the furniture where I nursed a bottle of beer. Half of me relished the heady, carbonated tang. Half of me hated it so much I about wanted to chuck the damn bottle at the wall. I’ll give up on this nasty grog once we have the chance to restock.
“Silver is right. It was because the Empire stopped following their tenets, laws and sensibilities that the gods have left us to rot. Not to mention all the assassination attempts.” Spike said with his eyes gazing off into the middle-distance like he usually did when off in thought. The brown and black dragon’s brown and light brown eyes glazed while his cigarette burned slowly.
“Madness. Absolute madness. This has to be the fault of Corruption, at least on some level! It’s always been there, insidiously lurking for the slightest moment of weakness! There’s no way any sane person would just...destroy all that the Empire built!” Luster Dawn declared with her bright orange eyes desperately looking between us all for confirmation.
“Dad had theories about that. He observed higher levels of Corruption in samples from people working in the Govs or Corps, but never enough to turn into Demons.” Ed said with a look up from where she’d been tinkering on something like she always was with Ein sitting next to her.
“Whatever the case, the UnSC set us up to take your cryopod from Na-Na XVII to Hogarth VI.” Jet said, but I snorted at recognizing a reference and they all looked at me, but I waved it off. Holy fuck, I love The Iron Giant! “Anyway, I’m willing to bet they were already planning to kill us and take you the rest of the way and used us to throw off any rebels. You’re an important historical figure, even if you were hospitalized and put in stasis after a failed assassination.”
“Wait, I was...I was with my mentor, heading to a meeting between the Zerg and Rachni when there was sudden pain. I remember seeing Twilight’s crying face, but then I woke up here. I knew when I woke up that I was too far gone for immediately available treatment to be enough, but to abandon me here?” Luster morosely thought aloud and Faye rubbed her back.
“I remember that event from some history I read. That was the last straw. The Pantheon decided to take their remaining faithful with them to Paradise, a realm created by the Chaos Trinity. I don’t think they left you intentionally, but they hid you well if you’re only now popping back up.” Faye scratched the underside of her beak.
“Wait, how long has it been? What year is it?” Luster questioned fearfully and I looked at Jet.
“Nobody here knows that. Every major faction of the Govs and each Megacorp has their own version of history, so they all have different dates, but it’s been about 3000 years.” Jet informed our historically displaced guest, who promptly had her eyes roll back and she passed out. “Help her to Faye’s room you two, Silver and I need to talk about our next move.”
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“You’re serious?” Jet asked incredulously as we watched the others work in the cargo bay through the camera feeds on the bridge.
“Quite.” I scratched Flint’s chin while she sat on my shoulder as she kicked her legs happily.
“You can’t believe it’ll work.” Jet huffed with a shake of his head while I grinned.
“I don’t, which is why it’s a gamble.” Heh, if this works like it did that one time over New Noveria, I’ll laugh my damn cyber limbs off. Again.
“I thought you were experienced with this.” Jet grumbled before he plopped his butt into the captain’s chair and worked the console.
“I am. Life as a pirate is a constant gamble. I just got this far because my gut knew when to hold or fold.” I could’ve gambled it on that sexy bitch promising me a life of luxury as her boy toy, but unless there’s Love in it, I don’t want anything intimate. Call me a hopeless romantic.
“Quitting piracy to join an old friend in being a low-price mercenary was when you held?” Jet asked with an amused tone and a flattered grin on his grizzled face.
“Best years of my life, old friend.” Even if they were spent wallowing in regret, the company was great. The Bebop has been the best thing I ever signed on for. We’re like a family here.
“Okay, the container is ready to be launched. Is this really your best idea?” Spike asked skeptically through holo-call on my Omni-Tool and I rolled my eyes.
“Who is the ex-pirate here? I’ve done this before, but if it doesn’t work, there’s always Plan B.” I replied with Flint giggling in my ear. The proto-fairy has been with me more than long enough to know what Plan B is.
“And that is?” Spike demanded while Flint began squeak-laughing and pounding a gooey fist on my cheek in amusement.
“Run like Hell into the nearest cesspit and hope the stiff-nosed asshats are too ‘dignified’ to give chase.” This got amused yet resigned smiles from the two veterans. “Besides, Hogarth VI is a Waste World. The ‘obvious’ handoff point is likely to be a secret space station in the ice rings of the planet that we were never supposed to know about. If we offer a ‘remote delivery’ with a retrieval beacon, they might let us leave since the planet is the sector’s dump site.”
“So if it looks like that’s not enough, we can flee planetside and hide for awhile before making a break for the nearest Relay. Smart.” Jet commented before pulling up a hologram of Hogarth VI. “It has some oceans, so we can even dive the Bebop down if we have to, but considering how full of crud and radiation those oceans will be, we won’t be able to stay more than a few days before the shielding of the Bebop starts getting gummed up from all the sources of interference.”
“Better than just giving up. Alright then, the capsule is ready.” Spike moved the view to the image of the ovoid delivery capsule that was one of dozens in the Bebop’s hangar catapult for just such an occasion. Well, not ditching goods, but remote delivery, even through atmosphere.
“Prepare an automated hailing message so that the moment we’re there, everyone in the system knows. That may even draw some other unlucky schmucks out to distract them from us.” I told my friend before heading down from the bridge to the living quarters where I knocked on Faye’s room. “Is sleeping beauty awake?”
The door opened and Faye slipped through the door before it closed behind her. “No, she’s also still indecent. I really hope she doesn’t mind buying ‘fat’ clothes to be presentable whenever we make it to a port.” I rolled my eyes at the typical feminine fear of the ‘fat’ label.
“Just give me some old clothes, thread, her measurements and I’ll make her some duds.” I huffed and Faye blinked at me in shock. “I’m hundreds of years old, Faye. You don’t get as old as me without picking up some skills.” I flexed my robotic hand and the fingertips deployed multipurpose needles.
“Huh...didn’t take you for a tailor.” Faye muttered before slinking back into her room and I used my goo-hand to rub my snout in frustration. The half of me that wasn’t a pirate was the amateur tailor. Shortly after, Faye emerged with an accordion hamper full of clothes and Luster’s measurements. Hot fuck! I think I just got a serious boner just looking at those numbers!
“I’ll get something made so she isn’t stuck in robes and blankets.” I nodded at Faye and took the assortment of faded jeans, leggings, sweaters, et cetera to my room, which desperately needs to have all these bottles recycled into marbles or something.
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It was always a point of stark beauty and despair, the sight of Hogarth VI. Her ice rings were beautiful, easily comparable to such wonders like the Sol System’s Saturn in the Milky Way. The planet herself, however, was a disgusting brown, black, green and gray stain on the universe. This was only because the agreements among those in power declared the former Skaven planet to be a viable dump site for this entire sector’s waste.
UnSC Captain General Amelia Smollett had this view from the bridge of her ship, the Executor Class Star-Dreadnought UnSCS Legacy. Her post for the past decade has been the clandestine research station nestled in the ice rings of Hogarth VI. Today was an auspicious day if what little she knew from the need-to-know reports was correct.
“Ma’am. We’re ready to deploy the interceptors the moment they enter the system.” Blandly informed Commander Arrow, her loyal Elcorian second in command. He was a huge humanoid, nine feet tall with a shoulder width that intimidated most other species. He was an exemplary figure of the works of the traitor gods. His species were once the Elcor, a slow-moving and hindered species of the Milky Way. Now they rivaled Krogan in strength and combat prowess.
“Excellent work as always, Commander Arrow. I wasn’t expecting this crew of doddering incompetents to be ready for another half hour.” Amelia praised back-handedly as she examined her claws. The feline woman was of Equusian descent, specifically the Covcats. Her lineage could even be traced to Saint Sabrina, who was among the first married to the gods.
“Your praise means the universe, ma’am.” Arrow bowed slightly and she smiled to herself. She did love such capable people like Samuel Arrow. If only she could find more people as dedicated to their job as Sam was.
“Oh shut up, Arrow, you know I don’t mean a word of it~.” Amelia almost chuckled, but restrained herself as she looked down over the bridge. While she did find the lax attitude of most of the crew deplorable, they were at least acceptably capable of their jobs. It would be better if they didn’t need a metaphorical whip-crack to keep on task without supervision.
“Oh, there he goes again.” Arrow grumbled in his species’ deep monotone and Amelia quickly spotted the janitor changeling that was casually pushing the silent floor cleaner around the rim of the room with his opaque amber eyes glimmering brightly at the viewport. “I’ve told that bug multiple times that the bridge is only supposed to be cleaned on the night cycle.”
“But then he’d miss out on the view with the viewport dimmed.” Amelia snorted with a roll of her eyes. The white-shelled black-maned changeling was young, adventurous and had no business being on a high-security ship. How and why he ended up on the Legacy was a complete case of happenstance. The ship needed another janitor, the boy needed a job, the HR department decided it was cheaper to hire an entry-level worker than to move an experienced one around.
“Ma’am, this one has detected a low frequency message being sent out across the system. It seems to be our quarry.” The Hanar manning the comms spoke up before the other one handling the sensor suite brought up a hologram of the Bebop, the humble little brown fishing trawler set up to be the stooge for the acquisition of an extremely valuable historical Relic.
“They have announced their intent to launch the Relic in a container capsule for pick-up.” The other Hanar announced and Amelia gasped.
“They’re onto us! Launch the interceptors! They’ve just attracted the attention of every single scumbag pirate, smuggler and thief in the system!” What were the Brass thinking?! Did they bother to check if this mercenary crew had a history of dealing with betrayal? The last time someone pulled this on her, they got away! That was the most embarrassing day in her career!
“Where are they?” Arrow demanded from the sensor officer.
“They’re on the far side of the planet, they’ve just launched the package and are turning tail.” The Hanar explained as it brought up the trajectories of both the capsule and the Bebop. “Running a scan on the package. Power detected, positive Argent, negative nuclear, positive Eezo. The package is active.”
Damn! Those mercs are genuinely going to cut and run! “Let them go. They’ve given us what we want, but send a signal to the Relay to shut down. If they want to leave the system, they’ll have to make a manual jump and I doubt they’ll have enough rations to last a trip that long.” Amelia snarled. She’ll at least try to keep them in the system while they secure the package from the pirates their stunt will have certainly drawn.
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“Good news. Silver’s stupid plan worked.” Jet announced with a shit-eating grin to his voice while I broke out of feeling extremely aroused at the size of the bra I’d just finished making. Holy fuck did people back then have it good. “Bad news, the people calling the shots are smart. They’ve shut off the Relay, so unless we’re willing to risk a manual jump, we’re stuck here.”
Shit! Damn it! The last person who resorted to that was… “Amelia Smollett.” I growled vindictively. Of course fate would have us meet again. Damn it. She’s maybe the UnSC’s most capable naval general in the Triangulum Galaxy! Yet they waste her on systems like Hogarth.
“We’ve got pirates coming out of the void. I’m seeing a lot of bounties showing up on my HUD!” Spike declared over the comms and I jumped to my paws with Flint turning into a collar on my neck so she wouldn’t get tossed off moments before I sprinted out of my room and down the hall towards the hangar. “Thankfully they’re more focused on the package, but if we don’t clear out of here quickly, we’re in trouble, Jet.”
“You heard him Faye, Silver. Get to the hangar and be ready to launch! I’m taking us down to Hogarth VI, keep any pursuers at bay!” Jet ordered, but I’d already made it to the Morph and melded into her interior’s slime with my borg bits being stowed in the storage compartment where they wouldn’t get in the way of fusing with my crystal-shelled shuttle.
Once I’d fully mixed my slime with the Morph’s goo, my body became one with her’s and my awareness expanded from my own slime to her whole being from bow to stern. “I’m ready to fly.” I reported once I connected to the comm channel and Flint squeaked in confirmation too since she was just as mixed up in this crystal crockpot as I was. She is my partner after all.
“Red Tail is ready to go.” Faye reported and I felt the launch clamps grab my chassis before carrying me to the catapult since I’m the smallest of the four deployables on the Bebop.
“I’ve been sitting in the Swordfish II, just launch me when ready.” Spike announced moments before the hangar vacuumed as much atmo back into the ship as possible before opening up to the void. Fishing trawlers like the Bebop don’t get fancy atmosphere shielding. The fact she has Solar Sails on the outer hull to help power the life support to compensate isn’t even standard.
“We’ve got some company figuring a ship is better than a single container. I’m taking Bebop planetside, meet me in the upper atmosphere.” Jet said moments before I was launched into space. I relished the feeling of weightlessness before I activated my propulsion systems and quickly darted around the Bebop to intercept our pursuers.
My gosh, these guys really are pathetic. Junkers? Garbage scows? By the various gods, these must be former waste management workers or pirates who raided an old scrapyard for their gear. I opened my slug-throwers and began firing mass-accelerated quarrels while still closing the distance. My ammo is just ferrous slugs made from space scrap, but that doesn’t matter.
I felt a mix of satisfaction and disgust as I tore the two idiots apart, making sure to aim for the cockpits to kill them quickly and spare them the agony of being spaced. “I’ve got these ones, I don’t think we’ll even need you, Spike.” Faye reported as I swept over the wrecks, the Morph engulfed small fragments of junk and then processed it rapidly into more ferrous slugs.
Restocked, I flew back towards the Bebop to see Faye’s red-skirted mobile had made short work of the other three attackers. “Figures. Whatever, if that’s all of them, get back here so we can get down to the planet. Maybe we can find some caches that haven’t been raided yet.” Spike huffed and I could understand his frustration. The drake has been itching for action.
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This was a position he was quite used to, on his hands and knees. As a changeling, Jim’s expected role in this disgusting society was to be a sex worker, but his mother begged and pleaded that he avoid that fate like she failed to. That didn’t prevent him from spending most of his time on the floor, although being to clean said floor was more dignified in his opinion.
“Mister Hawkins.” Jim froze at the cultured voice of the Captain General, the feline woman was an imposing and powerful figure aboard the ship and she rightly scared the crap out of him. It was also because he could taste her general disgust and antipathy for anyone who wasn’t up to her exacting standards. The fact he didn’t fall into that category somehow further scared him.
“Ah-hello, Captain General Smollett!” Jim saluted hurriedly after he jumped to his hooves with help from his wings. “Pardon my state of dress, ma’am!” It was just a plain gray utility jumpsuit, but he has been cleaning all day and a ship gets rather grimy in the nooks and crannies.
“At ease, boy. You’re not one of my soldiers.” The fierce feline woman said with a look around the utility closet he’d been cleaning. “I can almost see myself in the pipes, good work, but that’s not why I came to see you. Follow me.” Jim’s surprise wasn’t enough to prevent him from obeying and he quickly followed the gray-uniformed Covcat.
Jim’s curiosity was strong, but he held his tongue. Years of seeing his poor mother be beaten for daring to speak up had ingrained in him the fact his kind were just a step above being slaves. He was grateful he even got such a high-paying job. However, his curiosity spiked when the Captain General brought him to the hangar, specifically to a container.
“Now, Mister Hawkins, I have a theory. Please go into that container and try to open what is inside.” Captain General Smollett requested in a tone that was almost believably a request. He nodded and entered to see a beautiful capsule of sorts, but there was something that confused him besides the ridiculously opulent design of the object.
“Um...ma’am? You do know it’s empty, right?” Jim asked and got a nasal sigh in reply.
“No, but you just proved my theory. Try to open it anyway.” The fierce feline ordered a bit more bluntly and Jim, while even more confused, quickly went to the obvious handle on the front to give it a yank and it popped open. “How did you open it?”
“Um...the release handle on the front?” Jim asked in confusion, only for the woman to nod and pull up an image on her omni of the front of the capsule. “Huh...why isn’t there a handle in the picture?”
“Because, Mister Hawkins, you are descended from the gods strongly enough that you’re the only one onboard able to interact with Relics.” The Captain General’s answer made Jim gawk in shock. Him? A mere changeling? A descendent of divinity? “I’m afraid your job has ended, Mister Hawkins. Welcome to the UnSC navy, Cadet. You will report to Commander Arrow’s office in the morning.” The Covcat declared with a firm tone that brooked no argument.
“A-ah, um, y-yes ma’am!” Jim saluted excitedly. A military job! There hasn’t been a changeling in a formal non-spec-ops military unit for...forever! His mother was already so proud of him getting a proper job, when she hears about this, she might just vomit Love Nectar out of excitement!

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Ch.3
The return to the Bebop and docking went smoothly, as did entering Hogarth VI’s atmosphere. It was when Jet brought us down into the murky, irradiated green waters of one of the planet’s seas that things got complicated. The Bebop was a fishing trawler, able to sail on and under the sea as easily as the sky or space. However, there was so much garbage in the sea that the Bebop had to plow through trashbergs of the crap to open enough surface to dive underwater.
“Alright. So, we’re hidden for now. I’m sure they’ve figured out we duped them by this point, so they’ll be looking for us. Any ideas?” Jet asked all of us around the bridge map.
“So long as the ship’s shielding holds out and the rations last, I advise we stay hidden as long as possible.” Spike put forward calmly as he looked over the map. “If they spend long enough looking for us, their bosses will get pissy and might even order them to give up if it costs too much time and money.”
“I don’t know, they obviously really want Luster Dawn for some reason. She was the Goddess of Magic’s direct student. She must have all sorts of ancient secrets the people in power want.” Faye mused with a look around the table. The only ones not here were Ed and Luster, the former because she was an ADHD-riddled child who shouldn’t have to deal with these matters and the latter was still asleep, likely caused by her extensive cryostasis.
“Which is why I suggest instead of just hiding, we get searching. These ancient Skaven Waste Worlds are ripe with potential and not just because the Govs and Corps keep dumping shit on them.” I said with a wave of my cybernetic hand over the hologram and pointed at something that caught my eye. “Bring us here. That definitely isn’t a natural formation.”
“Ex-pirate, seamster, what, are you secretly a marine geologist now? Hard to believe you’re still single.” Jet huffed with an amused smirk and I snorted at the unintended Atlantis reference.
“I’m old, Jet. Easily five times your age. I’ve seen some shit. Also, I spent several years at a submarine hideout during my long tenure as a pirate and I’m telling you; this is not a natural formation.” I insisted and the others all shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like we really have much of a choice. We need to do something.”
“Then I’m good with that, Faye?” Spike looked at the hippogriff and she sighed with a nod.
“Alright then, I’ll get us heading over there. Once we find out what it is, we’ll go from there.” Jet waved us off and we all headed down the hall to our rooms. Once in my room, I felt warm at seeing the honking huge bra I’d just finished for Luster. Fucking hell. Seeing Luster naked barely affected me, but seeing the clothes she’d be wearing got me all kinds of rustled.
I wasn’t like this before. I feel all weirdly conflicted. The local me would’ve been an absolute letch and might’ve even fucking molested Luster the moment she fell out of her pod, while the ex-human me would’ve frozen up and been useless. Instead, I was completely calm in the face of her nudity, yet I’m getting turned on and embarrassed over making her clothes?
“This is all kinds of fucking dumb.” I grumbled and set aside the bra meant to give Luster’s basketball-sized boobs some support and got to work on making her some shorts to start off with. After all, her hips, ass and thighs have just as much epic thiccness to them.
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“Welp, that’s a strange sight.” Spike commented as we looked at the camera feed of a robed creature on a boat waving a lamp at us.
“How is that wooden boat underwater?” Faye asked worriedly.
“Maybe it’s a ghost~!” Ed cheered excitedly and Ein howled in mirror of his person’s excitement.
“It’s obviously magic. The unicorns at the top of the ladder get free access to it’s secrets, but it’s still everywhere.” Jet said while warily guiding the Bebop to follow the boat as it led us towards where I suggested. “I hope you didn’t just get us killed, Silver.”
“Skaven Specters are rarely this helpful.” I idly commented as I watched our ghostly guide warily. “If it wanted us dead, it would’ve already come on board to kill us. It wouldn’t be leading us somewhere.” I’ve seen plenty of that in the past, yet they always oddly avoided me.
“I wish Luster was awake. She might be able to tell us more.” Faye fretted and I nodded.
“Well, if you’re willing to dress her, I’ve got some underwear, shorts and a shirt for her right now.” I just finished making the shirt when Jet called us to the bridge so we knew we were being led by a specter of the long-exiled species.
“Statue!” Ed cheered and pointed at a rock face that had ancient Skaven statuary carved into it.
“I see it, Ed. Boy do I see it…” Jet muttered uneasily before I went to my room to get Luster’s clothes, which by gods were they big enough for two of me to fill. She’s not fat, at all, but her proportions! Her hips, ass and boobs alone could fit my whole mass of goo! We’ve fallen so far from those golden ages where women were so bountiful and men were so ultra-buff.
I lamented our society’s collapse for a few moments before I brought the clothes to Faye’s door and knocked. I handed the bundle to Faye and she promptly closed the door again, so I stood outside at an impasse, unsure what to do right now. There’s not exactly anything important, I don’t feel like reading-.
The door opened and I blinked in surprise to see Luster Dawn up and wearing the tank-top and shorts I made, which dear fuck I may not have used enough material, because those clothes seem painted on! “Uh...sorry. I guess I didn’t put enough slack in them.” I apologized and Luster blinked with a bemused expression.
“What do you mean? These are nice and tight, like they should be.” Luster tugged on the front of her plunging white U-neck tank top to send her enormous tits bouncing, which got me all sorts of aroused faster than anything in recent memory. “It’s a bit sad to see clothes roll back though. In my day, bodysuits and other elastic clothes were the norm.”
“Y-ya don’t say.” I willed my gaze up to her eyes, which were almost clueless in how they looked at me so obliviously, as if she couldn’t tell I’d been ogling her like a shameless perv. “Before I was born centuries ago, we’d fallen back on more ‘traditional’ clothing.”
“Which is odd. You’d think since that would require more work and materials that-.” Luster was suddenly pushed out of the room and she blinked at suddenly being snout-to-snout with me while her giant boobs squished my gooey torso against the opposite wall.
“Neat, cool, get out of my room.” Faye huffed and then closed the door while I was frozen. Half of me wanted to start making out with Luster like the raunchy old pirate I was. The other half wanted to shrink into a tiny ball and beg forgiveness for touching her at all.
So I was shocked when it was Luster who suddenly kissed me! I-I don’t know what to do now! I need an adult! Sh-she tastes really good… “M-mm…” I muffled into her mouth and weakly tried to push her away, because I wanted this to the point of it nearly being a need, but then she stopped and I was left confused. “W-what was that?” I asked breathlessly,even if I don’t breathe.
“You’re sick. You’re hurt…” Luster whispered sadly as she ran her hand along the point where my slime clung to my cybernetic arm at the shoulder. “You’re a slime. You shouldn’t need this.”
“I-I, I’m degraded. I’m a slime so far removed from my goo ancestry that I can’t regenerate biomass.” I told her as she sadly gazed into my cybernetic eye. “Uh-um...are you going to keep me pinned to this wall or…?” Because I have absolutely no idea what to do now.
“This is fine right now. I’m seeing so much wrong with you, so much pain.” Luster cupped my cheek and I shuddered. I’m beyond aroused, I’m almost to the point of boiling! What is she doing to me~?! “Twilight always told me that I’m incredibly sensitive to the pain of others, but life back then was so much safer, cleaner than what I’ve already seen here. I’ve never felt such pain.” She stated sadly with her fingers ghosting along where metallic slime met real metal.
“Just be glad you’re not a changeling. They’ve been turned into the bottom rung of society, considered nothing more than fucktoys at best. Imagine how they feel.” I grumbled before yelping when Luster, with shocking strength, scooped me in her magic and yanked my borg bits off. “W-what are ya doing?!” I demanded in fear, only to suddenly get pooled into her cleavage.
Oh. So this is the inside of a magic inventory? I’ve never had the pleasure. No lady I’ve met has had breasts large enough to let a slime in, since whatever magic works for this place usually prevents non-solids from entering unless the owner both wills it and has enough surface area. Why did she put me in here though?
“Can you hear me?” Holy Cocoa on a cracker! “Sorry! I didn’t consider that telepathy might be a lost art here. Anyway, I need you to find my alchemy supplies. They’re locked in a chest that I can’t pull out without access to the right environment to expand my breasts.” Oh, so she needs me to help sort stuff out in here. That makes sense, I guess.
I moved in the wonderfully weightless environment around the incredibly orderly dimensional pocket. Hot damn, if I wasn’t here to get something, I’d love to just float around in here, in the silence. I’ll ask if she’d be willing to let me in here to just relax, to get away from everything.
It was rather easy to find the chest, well, she calls it a chest, this thing is a fucking shipping container! Did she seriously have the ability to expand her boobs so fucking huge back then that she could just get this out when she needed to? Hot damn do I have a major rager at the thought of such a fetish-tickling thing.
“So, uh, what do you need?!” I called through the void, hoping she could hear me.
“Oh, right, I shouldn’t just expect you to know. Just open the container for me, I’ll be able to get anything I need out on my own then.” Luster replied and I felt relieved that I wouldn’t have to try to figure ancient alchemy stuff out. I pressed on the button next to the huge Relic and watched it fold open. Relics are so damn cool.
“There. Hey, uh...can I come in here sometimes to just get away from everything? Whenever I get the chance, I like to drift in the void of space for some peace.” I hoped that she would say yes. The peace of drifting in nothing was something precious to me. It helped me let go of my anxieties and ignore my problems so I could face them again fresh later.
“Sure! It’s been awhile since I’ve had an Inventory Pet anyway.” What? “Oh, right, your society likely doesn’t...uh, forget I said that. I’m not expecting you to be my on-call Bosom Buddy for fun and pleasure.” O-oh...uh...okay. That was a thing back then? Whoa.
We’ve fallen so far~!
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I got to enjoy just drifting in Luster’s Inventory for a while. It’s hard to track time when it’s meaningless. My peace and quiet was only interrupted by Luster’s pink hands appearing near what she was reaching for and taking what she needed, so it was incredibly nice to just relax.
“Okay, sorry for taking so long, but I’ve got something for you. Take my hand and come on out.” Luster telepathically said to me and I bemoaned my tranquility ending, but I grasped her hand and she pulled me out of her cleavage. Er, rather, pulled me through it and I had to climb out. I may be a midget without my borg bits, but I’m still too big for her to just pluck me out.
“Thanks for that, lass. It’s so nice to just float and empty my thoughts.” I said to my new friend, because she’s already done more for me than most in my long life.
“It’s no problem.” Luster picked me up by my armpits and set me down on my paws on the table she’d been working at. I think this is one of the spare rooms. “Now, where is your proto-fairy friend?” What? “Proto-fairy, the little flying slime woman who tends to follow you around.”
“Hm? Ah, Flint? You around, girl?” I called and got no response. “She must be with Ed and Ein. She loves those two. Why do you need her?” I asked the ancient unicorn curiously and she licked her dry lips.
“Well, Flint is a proto-fairy, a fairy of Wiatr that’s degraded enough to being a mere mini-slime. However, I can restore her to her former self. Also, I need her help for what I’m working on to be finished faster.” Luster gestured to the side and I blinked at what she’d done to my cyberware.
“Uh...why did ya turn them from proper cybernetics to prosthetics?” I asked, since the armor-like hollow arm and leg were similar to what I considered getting before realizing I wouldn’t be regenerating my biomass to fill the limbs. Also, they looked slightly less clunky and more streamlined. How long have I been vegging out in her Inventory?
“Because you shouldn’t need those crude plugs to connect to these. Unlike those, these won’t pop off so easily-ah, there you are!” Luster chirped when Flint entered the room from an air vent. I guess she heard my call through the vents. “Here, drink this.” Luster held up a thimble and Flint eagerly dove at it like the ravenous little goo she was.
“Uh, what is that?” I worriedly asked the ancient pony and she patted Flint on the head.
“Distilled essence of Wiatr. Or literally her semen.” Luster’s answer made me gawk in shock that she had the ejaculate of the Goddess of Sex in her alchemy storage. My worries compounded when Flint froze in place and suddenly began boiling! Then, she rippled and moaned in such a sexual way that I felt distinctly aroused before she turned from her indistinct feminine form into a smoothly defined and perfectly detailed mare of red slime like a regular slime in miniature.
“Thanks! I don’t know how long I’ve been just goo, but now I’m back and ready to party!” Flint declared coherently, which made me even more shocked. “Johnny~!” Flint cheered and she tackled my cheek to hug and nuzzle me. “I was in a haze, but I remember you! You’ve taken care of me for so long! *Mwah*!” Flint smooched my cheek and I chuckled bashfully.
“Aw, it’s been a few hundred years since ya hovered into my life. My little dumpling.” I used a hand to press her to my cheek and the red mare slime squeaked happily. “So, I named you Flint after my first pirate captain, but what’s your real name?” To think, my treasure was even greater.
“Rivala! You can still call me Flint if you want, but Flint is such a male name. I’m a mare and proud of it!” Rivala declared with smokey eyes. “So, John, would you mind if I finally got to enjoy your company when I’m not some brainless little bimbo?” …I avoided that because of that.
“Before you do that, Rivala. I have wishes for you to grant.” Luster interrupted and Rivala looked worried. “Don’t worry, I have a whole vat of Wiatr’s semen to keep you functional with. Now; I wish John’s DNA was repaired and improved to rival his greatest ancestor.”
“W-wait, what now? Wish?” I asked in shock and Rivala suddenly smooched my nose-holy Cocoa~! I feel great! The dull, empty sensation of lacking is gone! I’ve never felt this whole! Not even before the incident that vaporized a quarter of my body mass! “W-what did ya just do~?” I crooned, feeling heady, almost filled to the brim with sexual energy.
“I fulfilled her wish! I have three more I can grant before I go brainless again.” Rivala declared and I looked at Luster, who looked cheekily proud before she held up a former beer bottle filled with glowing turquoise fluid. I-is that what I think it is?!
“Now, I have here some of Urta’s distilled Argent Milk mixed with a potion cocktail I’ve made. Drink up.” Luster handed it to me and I swallowed nervously despite not needing to. I gazed into the bright lactate of the Goddess of Fertility before I braced myself. I trust Luster already, huh?
“Well, bottoms up.” I knocked it back and chugged the bottle of holy fluids. After I finished, I groaned and melted into a puddle of bubbling silvery goo. “Oh~ that was good~.” My slime is practically singing with tingling pleasure~. I feel like I just popped a seltzer tab in my goo~.
“The best part is about to come. Or rather, your best part is about to cum.” Luster joked and I gasped as a surging arousal shot through me like lightning and I reformed my body at full size, my usual bits still missing, but my silver knotted canine cock emerged and throbbed moments before I howled and gushed my silvery goo-cum all over Luster, who laughed and even fucking stuck out her tongue~! Guh~! “Mm! You taste tangy, like citrus! Now then, let’s see if I was right.”
“Ugh~...” I groaned and panted as Luster put her hand to my limbless shoulder, only for me to feel her grab at me there and pull. I gasped and watched as a limb flowed out of my blank shoulder, fingers forming to clutch her hand as she pulled my new arm I felt forming from my body as new biomass seemed to come from nowhere! “W-what?”
“Yay~! It’s so good to see you getting better, Johnny!” Rivala cheered as she stood on my shoulder to watch my arm finish forming with luster rubbing my new knuckles with her thumb.
“Oh no, he’s not done.” Luster smirked and I suddenly felt my dick twitch moments before my eye rolled back and I came all over her again. “Mm, wow that’s good. I think I’ve figured out why you felt familiar now.” Luster said as she scraped up and ate some of my slime semen. By all the gods, I’ve never been subjected to such sexy things~! She even licked my tip!
“What is going on~?!” I groaned after I came down from my latest orgasm and looked down at my stump thigh starting to lengthen and form my long-missed leg, my paw beans wiggling.
“What’s going on is you’re regenerating. You’re also awakening to the peak point of your genetic history and potential.” Luster declared as she turned on her Omni-tool and a picture of a chocolate brown labrador slime diamond dog cerberus appeared. “You’re descended distantly from Cocoa: Goddess of Secrets. That’s why you could open my cryopod at all.”
“W-what? Wait, the pinnacle of-yip!” I yelped when my pecs surged forward into breasts! “N-no! I’m man! I’m not some sexy bitch!” I yelped as my voice began to soften, become feminine.
“You are what you choose to be: you’re slime. You can keep being a man even if your base form is female. You’re not locked in like you were before.” Luster assured me and I whimpered as my body swelled everywhere, getting bigger. “I may have given you a bit much biomass though…”
“Unf, ah! Ahn~!” I wailed like a wanton womanly slut and felt a new sensation of something between my thighs gushing fluids. F-fuck~! I panted and pulled my massive tits apart to look down in shock at Luster, who was looking up at me nervously. “H-how much biomass?!”
“Uh...I may have miscalculated the quadratic multiplicative effects of Urta’s fluids? Oops?” Luster sheepishly said from between my thighs as I rapidly grew towards the ceiling and my thicc ass pushed me forward, almost burying the unicorn in my thicc thighs and under my throbbing cock. “Uh, quick! Pour through my cleavage! You can finish filling out in there!”
“Unf, ya damn sexy bitch! I’ll get my revenge for this!” I huffed before I focused on flowing into her cleavage and pouring through the portal to her storage. Damn that sexy mare for turning me into a sexy bitch! I was just fine being man! Now I’m a herm at base like my ancestor Cocoa! At least I can be a man by choice after I’m done getting used to my body’s new features.
I mean, I have all my limbs! I can regenerate! I’ve got the whole slew of slime powers~! But...I have no clue how to handle this! I’ve gotta roll back, get back to what I’m used to. That’s gonna take a bit. Oof, how fucking huge did Luster accidentally make me? “Sorry for miscalculating, John. Please feel free to store your excess biomass in my Inventory until you figure it out.”
“Thanks-awoo~!” I howled cutely, which I never thought could happen, then came again, spewing silver slime semen into the void of Inventory. “Guh~! H-how long is this gonna last~?!”
“Well, since I miscalculated the efficacy of Urta’s Argent milk, then it could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours.” Luster sheepishly replied and I groaned in resignation.

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Ch.4
Ch.4
“Oh, so that happened.” Spike commented with his eyebrows as high on his forehead as the others around the living room table while they stared at my body. I was practically a silver goo-wolf mirror of Luster right now with a tendril extending from my tail into her cleavage since I’m too fucking big to leave her storage right now and I haven’t figured out how to separate entirely from the majority of my mass yet.
Or how to morph back to being a man from primarily a woman, grr, still angry with Luster about that, but I’m also too happy to have all my limbs and more to be really upset about this. At least she has a wardrobe in there I unlocked for the both of us, so I was wearing one of her white bodysuits until I can get back to not having these juicy massive basketball tits on my chest. Well...for most of the time. They’re so sensitive~...
“Yeah, that happened.” I huffed and playfully punched Luster on the shoulder while Rivala giggled on my own shoulder. I was wearing my ‘prosthetic’ arm and leg armor since I was too used to them and they even adjusted for my current form’s thicc feminine amazonian shape.
“More statues!” Ed called over the ship comms. “They’re so big! Oh, there’s a building, tanks, bots and a lot of skellies!” Ed gushed in childish glee.
“You left Ed to pilot the Bebop?!” I demanded and Jet nodded with a ‘proud uncle’ expression.
“Yes, our little girl has been taking lessons on how to pilot larger ships like the Bebop from me and I’m proud to say I can leave her to slowly follow something.” Jet declared and Spike patted the black lab on the back at his pride. “Anyway, I just wanted to check on you all, especially since Luster Dawn is awake and apparently unlocking hidden lineages.”
“Hey, I didn’t know I was Cocoa’s descendant. Don’t blame me.” I huffed with my hands on my wide puppy-bearing hips and flushed at remembering I’m a totally sexy bitch right now. Unf, I hope I can get some pictures, I’d love to fap to myself...not a narcissist! Well, not that much, but I am a totally sexy bitch right now! Even my face is fucking gorgeous! Like my mum, really.
“Careful, Cocoa was known to get lost in fantasies a lot. It was why she loved to have three heads so she could split her attention so much.” Luster rubbed my back and I snapped out of my fantasizing. Woof, she wasn’t kidding. My head is so far up my own brand-spanking-new vagina that I’m surprised I can think beyond sex at all. “I’ll be doing the same with the rest of you. It’s the least I can do for you waking me up and keeping me out of the hands of...who?”
“The UnSC: United Space Corporation. They’re one of the largest Megacorps in the Three Galaxies and formed from the collapse of the UNSC, ONI and a large portion of the Old Empire. They hold many Govs in their pockets and act as the main military for them.” Faye informed our new crewmate while staring at my tits...I gave a bounce on my paws and I watched her flush with a shit-eating grin on my face as my girls danced. Heh~...wait! No! Bad me! I’m a guy!
“That is really distracting. Hey, are you sure you didn’t mess with his...her head too much?” Spike asked with concern for me and I looked at Luster with worry as she rubbed her bald scalp.
“Well, I think it’s more her brain is operating on a level that this society isn’t used to anymore. We were really sex-obsessed in case you all forgot. It’s also because she’s a slime and slimes are naturally sexual creatures, being protein hunters.” Luster said with an apologetic look at me and I shrugged. Eh, getting oversexed is a good trade-off for having my fucking limbs back.
“I’m sure whenever I figure out how to be man, I won’t have these big, juicy, unf, sexy things in my lower vision and constantly stealing my attention.” I bit my lip as my eyes went down to the two white-covered basketball-sized spheres on my chest that were practically singing from the contact. I just wanna grab em and-.
“Yeah, you get on that pal. I need your brain in your head, not your boobs.” Jet insisted and my attention snapped back to the rest of reality beyond my breasts. Fuck~! He’s right, gotta focus. I took a bracing breath, psychosomatic it may be, but I need every bit of focus I can get.
I willed my body to shape into the form I’ve had since I became an adult. I remember being much simpler, firmer, less bulgy and more streamlined. I almost felt sick doing this, like I was betraying some deep, previously unknown part of myself, but damn it, I need to focus! I opened my eyes to find myself leaning on the table and shuddering.
“Whoa…” Faye uttered and I stood up...why am I taller than everyone? Oh, all that mass had to go somewhere. I poured what I didn’t need through the tendril leading back to the rest of my mass in Luster’s Inventory until I was eye-level with Luster again and just slightly taller than everyone else. I patted myself down. Slim, sexy me is back baby! “...I need to...go.”
We watched Faye retreat and Spike chuckled with a roll of his eyes and a puff of his cigarette. “I think you might’ve just got miss all-tease to need some relief, buddy.” Spike joked and I rolled my eyes. Wow, it is so much easier to think without my body constantly tingling with mild pleasure. I hope whenever I am in my new base form I don’t become so sexually preoccupied.
“Whatever, she can fantasize all she wants. She’s not my type.” I declared and blinked. Wait, she was totally my type before. “Anyway, Luster healed me and unlocked my potential, maybe she can do the same for the rest of us too.” I looked at Luster and she nodded with a bright smile. Gosh she’s so beautiful...
“Uh, guys, we just entered some underwater cave. I don’t feel comfortable driving us in here.” Ed worriedly called and Jet sprinted out of the living room so fast you’d think he was still in his prime. My old buddy is a lot healthier than most people his age, good diet and exercise.
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Jim was intimidated, but he felt more at ease under Commander Arrow’s scrutiny than Captain General Smollett’s. Unlike her, he didn’t give two shits about him, but on the other hand, Arrow clearly wasn’t as unforgivingly demanding in expectations. “So, it is up to me to get you prepared for danger that a runt like you has no business being involved in. I will push you past your limits, I will break you and put you back together as many times as necessary.”
Jim nodded, since he wasn’t given permission to speak. He wore his fresh new cadet bodysuit for this impromptu bootcamp the Captain General had Commander Arrow arrange in one of the private training suites aboard the Legacy. It was much more...revealing than Jim was comfortable with, but everyone from the lowliest cadet to the Captain General wore these bodysuits as the core of the UnSC BDU, so he was going to have to get used to it.
“To that end, you are not permitted to transform into forms stronger or faster than your true one. You will also be vanishing those wings. You need to get your base form up to snuff before you enhance yourself on the battlefield, which you will be thrust into far too soon for my tastes, but the Captain General has her orders and so do I. Now, drop and give me as many push-ups as you can until you collapse. Go.” Jim obeyed promptly at the monotone demand.
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Oh thank my ancestors that I’ve finally figured out how to cut off the majority of my mass. I’ll learn later how to just store it in my Inventory, but for now I need to be mobile and man. I think as a man, my erogenous zones are drastically fewer, so it’s easier for me to go about my business without sensual distractions.
I was doing some fighting forms in my room after finding out Luster took all of my garbage since it was ‘conveniently available glass’. This was mostly to adjust, get used to having my right limbs returned along with the familiar enhanced strength my augments gave those limbs with the armor. Still, half of me was never a fighter, so it was also a learning experience.
Silver was a brawler by inclination and experience, while John never fought a single serious fight in his peaceful life. However, John also knew more about martial arts than Silver did, so I now had both experience and more knowledge to work with on finding a style that suited me. “Hey.” I stopped and looked at Luster in my doorway with Rivala on her shoulder.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked the unicorn beauty, who looked over my body searchingly.
“I wanted to check in on you since it’s been a couple of hours. You’re not experiencing any sudden unbidden thoughts, feelings, psychological backlash?” Luster asked seriously and I patted myself over before lamenting that I wasn’t a woman right now.
“I feel...wrong in what I’ve been used to forever. I miss being a woman, when I’ve been a man my whole life before now. I’ve never had any gender confusion before.” I told her and Luster’s ears wilted adorably, making me want to give her ear scritches and headpats.
“I’m sorry about that. So long as you continue to insist on being man, that is who you are, but if you decide you prefer being woman because of me, I’ll feel so horrible for twisting who you are so much.” Luster apologized and rubbed her opposite bicep by reaching under her breasts.
“I don’t mind either way! You’re a sexy beast both as a guy and a gal!” Rivala declared and I rolled my eyes. That’s novel, my right eye has been mechanical for so long when at my full size that having both as organic at full size was really new.
“I know that much, I don’t mind, but I’m a guy, unless I’m a gal. I just...I’ll figure that out later. I need to be a man right now or my brain will be in my boobs. Is there anything else? I’m not trying to get rid of you, but I need to get used to my body again.” I took a boxer’s stance and started punching again. I’m much stronger than before. If I’m not careful, my new strength adding on to my still-augmented right limbs might cause me to kill without meaning to.
“Not really, I just wanted to check in on you.” Luster shrugged, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she went to my bed and sat down to watch me practice.
“This is a temple? Uh, Luster, as our new official ‘Old Empire’ specialist, I need you up here on deck.” Jet called through the intercom and Luster sighed, so I looked at her with a quirked eyebrow and she rolled her eyes.
“Hey, I was enjoying the show. I’ll see you later if this doesn’t call for us to get going.” Luster passed me on the way to my door and I jumped a bit when she pinched my ass and I rubbed the spot with a nervous grin as I watched her perfect ass leave my room. Without the long tail ponies are known for, dat ass is on perfect display in her skintight short-shorts.
Wow people back then had awesome taste in clothing. Unf, damn it Luster, you stupid sexy mare. The whole point of being in my male body was to avoid getting aroused! “She is so hot Silvie, you’ve gotta bang her.” Rivala said into my ear and I felt myself bubble a bit.
“I-I’m not comfortable with that! I only gave her a bukkake shower before because she drugged me and I was transforming beyond my control.” I huffed at my former pet and faithful companion, who giggled and patted the back of my ear.
“You will. She’s got the same presence that the Gods had, you do too. You’re both just waiting to explode in a violent and epic sexual frenzy on each other.” Rivala insisted and I shuddered.
“Yay.” I deadpanned, both eager yet dreading such a thing. I might just lose myself if that happens. It was bad enough I’m missing my fertile womanly body more by the minute.
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“No scans have turned up the target ship, Captain General.” Commander Arrow reported and Amelia closed her eyes with a deep cleansing breath to avoid lashing out.
“Such a shame to hear, Commander Arrow. Continue to search, send some scouts to get more traditional methods going.” At her order, Arrow bowed slightly and promptly began organizing search parties to go down to Hogarth VI for close-range scans.
With everything in motion, Amelia found herself without much to do than look at Hogarth VI through the bridge viewport and inwardly curse the long-dead predecessors of her superiors for making this once-beautiful world a dumpsite. Not just because it was once beautiful, but because the radiation and other waste was making long-range scanners worthless and forcing her to send troops into a hazardous scenario with no promise of a positive outcome.
These mercenaries were turning out to be more trouble than ever anticipated. What was the idiot who hired them smoking to think hiring the Black Dog as a sacrificial pawn was a good idea? His record with ISSP was spotless and his criminal capture rate was an inter-agency legend. Now, it was up to her to capture a dog whose prior occupation was to capture crooks.
The irony wasn’t lost on her, neither was the fact that this meant it would be only extra difficult to even find him. Then there were the dug-up reports on this crew’s previous encounters working with various Corporations and Governments. Spike Spiegel the Swimming Bird. Faye ‘Unlucky’ Valentine. ‘Radical’ Edward and an unknown slime crewmate who never left his slime ship.
This had the makings of a small yet elite crew who would decimate any group of normal troops sent after them. When they found these mercs, they would need to move in hard and fast. “Your tea, ma’am.” Amelia perked at her new cadet’s voice and she turned with a soft smile at James Hawkins, who looked absolutely adorable in his fresh new uniform and the faint blush on his white cheeks from him tasting her emotions just made it better.
“Thank you, Mister Hawkins. I believe your workday has already ended, why are you here?” Amelia asked her subordinate and he almost fidgeted under her gaze, but managed to avoid it. She did love when someone was intimidated by her, but managed to maintain their composure.
“Uh, I think I may have been hazed? I’m not going to complain, being told to bring you tea isn’t a bad thing.” Hawkins said and Amelia smirked behind her cup as she sipped.
“Well, perhaps I’ll request that you do so when you’re not training. Off with you now, you need your rest for tomorrow.” Amelia dismissed the cute young ling and went back to staring at the planet. Hogarth VI was still beautiful, even if it was a source of her troubles.
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“So, it’s not a temple?” Faye asked in disbelief as our group emerged on the open hangar deck of the Bebop after our ghostly guide led us into an air pocket of the cave system. Around us were more statues, more grandiose structures and whatnot that were totally temple-like.
“No. This was just how the Skaven made their architecture. They are-were, an obsessively gothic culture with heavy emphasis on grand displays of art and style. If you think this place is impressive, you would’ve soiled yourselves at the sight of Carim or Unity on Equus.” Luster replied while leading us towards the bow where the anthro rat ghost was waiting.
“I still don’t know if this is a good idea.” Spike warily commented and normally I’d agree, but I trust Luster-whoa. I trust Luster Dawn after knowing her for less than a few days. That’s impressive. I haven’t grown to trust anyone this fast before in my whole life besides my own mother or Rivala. I had given her the benefit of the doubt before, but true trust so soon? Wow.
“Relax, guys! If mister spooky specter guy wanted to hurt us, he could’ve tricked us to crash the ship or something.” Ed said from the back and Ein yipped in agreement.
“Indeed.” We all paused when the ghost finally spoke after we neared him. “You three, you have the blood of our pantheon within you.” He pointed at Luster, Spike and I. “The contents of these ruins rightfully belong to you. Follow, for I sense that fate conspires against you.”
“Oh boy, fate, my favorite.” I snarked in disgust, because fate was just a weakling’s fatalist excuse for not getting shit done. It’s literally in the word. If fate did exist and have any sense of Justice, an old pirate like me would’ve met my ‘fate’ long ago. Same with all the other assholes of this universe. In the end, fate is always in the hands of those who act.
“Your forebear also despised the concept. I speak merely of the impending danger.” The ghost placated before walking off the bow and stone from underwater flew to form a floating path towards the massive doorway on the ledge ahead. Luster followed without hesitation, so I did too and the others reluctantly followed. Well, besides Ed and her boundless youthful vigor.
“Ghostie talks!” Edward exclaimed and danced around us after seeming to recover from the shocked excitement. “Wow, you’re really strong mister! How are you making all these rocks float?!” The red-crested asari questioned with shimmering eyes.
“Shush, squidling.” The specter harshly hissed with a rub of his snout. Thankfully, Jet put his hands on Ed’s shoulder’s to restrain her enthusiasm and our spooky companion led us through the giant doorway into a much more industrial chamber with rusted-out or otherwise degraded assembly bays. “This was once where we tinkered with the machines of the gods, particularly of the Goddess of Machines; Nexus. Here we have weapons, tools, things you may use.”
“Neat, ya got anything that can let us hijack a Relay and escape the system?” I asked and the ghost rat nodded. “Great! Take us to it!” I clapped my hands and rubbed them together.
“You will first need the means to access it.” The skaven specter replied and gestured at a bay that had the berthing arms clamped shut on an occupant, which made us all gawk in awe. “Behold, one of Nexus’s first and greatest works: The ZGMF-1000 ZAKU Warrior! (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/a/a4/Zgmf-1000.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20201029112714)” The ghost shouted with an almost heretical zeal and mania. “Birthed from the womb-forge of the machine goddess herself: this warrior fought in the purges of Hell from this realm once and for all!”
“Holy shit! If we didn’t need it ourselves, just trying to sell this Relic would set us up for life!” Faye declared with credit chit signs in her eyes, only to get an angry ghost finger pointed at her.
“You will not be able to take anything from this place with intent to hand it to your enemies! Be glad you are the mate of a descendant of the gods or you would perish for that comment!” The wrathful wraith roared before looking at me. “You, of the three of you, I sense you would be best suited to this mobile suit. Climb aboard and imprint on it. Only with its aid can the rest of the vault be accessed.” Wait, me?! I mean, I have past experience with mobiles, so this works.
“Well, alright. Hands off my arse!” I said when the ghost started pushing me up the ladder. Once at the chest of the mobile suit, it opened up to reveal a familiar cockpit, the one I was in when I dreamed of my death or foresaw it before whatever shoved another person into my body. I ran my hands over the entrance of the hatch before stepping under the ring in the ceiling.
“Occupant detected. Scanning...subject is a slime. Does the subject have sufficient enough membrane resilience to withstand several dozen kilos of pressure?” A woman’s voice asked me, one sexy enough that it made my slime-simulated fur stand up a bit.
“Uh, I guess? It’s not like I’ll die if I can’t.” I replied and quiet klaxons began whining.
“Activating Mobile Trace System.” The hatch sealed and the ring descended with a black film forming inside it. I realized what it was, so I reached my armored hand up and let the latex-like material start coating every inch of me. I grunted from the strain, shit, it’s like it’s trying to wrench my arm off! I remained still and it descended over my head, which emerged uncovered.
The travel down the rest of my body was just as rough as my arm. I think the only reason I didn’t have much more trouble was because I was still wearing the slime-tight white bodysuit that Luster lent me. To be honest, I think I’d prefer a less straining cockpit, but since I’m used to the exotic nature of melding with a slime ship, I guess I’m not one for typical setups.
Soon enough, my form was entirely coated from clavicle to toe in black rubbery nanites with little yellow antennae at each major joint. Then my vision went from the MTS, to looking down at my friends. The docking arms retracted and I looked at my hands. Sorry, the green hands of my new mobile. I moved my fingers around and then clenched my fists with a snort.
“Alright, where’s this vault that’ll get us out of here?” I asked and carefully began tip-toeing to follow the group. Thank gosh, if this was a traditional cockpit, it’d take me hours to do this.

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Ch.5
Ch.5
“Uh...this is...really…” Jim wasn’t sure how to say what he felt about this and he’s a changeling.
“It is a Relic, as such it can only be operated by either someone acknowledged by the Old Gods or descended from them.” Commander Arrow stated as they stood before a blocky yet sleek mobile suit. “This is a GAT-01 Strike Dagger (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/8/8e/Gat-01.png/revision/latest?cb=20181106013025). One of the Machine Goddess Nexus’s original mobiles deployed to purge Hell from our universe.”
“Um, this is really cool Commander Arrow, but, I don’t know how to pilot something like this.” Jim admitted, because there was no way in Tartarus-.
“You’ll learn, especially if you have the physical fortitude to handle the cockpit. One of the systems these ancient Relics have that we’ve been unable to reproduce is the sync-suit system.” Commander Arrow ruthlessly declared and Jim gulped nervously as he followed a technician up the docking gantry to enter the cockpit.
“Moment of truth bug-boy. It will only open for-.” The griffin guiding Jim was silenced by the chest of the mobile suit chirping and opening to reveal the dark interior. Jim was too nervous to gloat and climbed in.
“Occupant detected. Scanning...subject is a changeling. Please retain your base form, any disruption of the sync-suit could cause malfunctions. Can the subject withstand several dozen kilos of force?” Jim wasn’t sure what a kilo was, but changelings had hard shells.
“Uh, sure.” He wasn’t too sure what to do here-.
“Please step into the center.” Jim did so. “Activating Mobile Trace System.” Jim carefully placed his hooves so that they were even with his shoulders and kept his arms at his sides as the ring descended. It let his head through, but he almost buckled when the black material pressed down on his shoulders and began descending, wrapping him so tightly he could barely breathe!
He stayed still, letting it encompass him, but he couldn’t help a yelp when it wrapped his pelvis. Once it reached his hooves, the ring rapidly rose to the top and his vision snapped to a perspective of being bound in restraints while looking down at everyone that had been attending to the Strike Dagger.
“Um, hi? I’m in control now. What next?” Jim questioned and stayed still, since he was restrained and didn’t want to get in trouble for damaging things.
“Astounding. Well, we’ll get you set up with a maiden flight. It’s best you get accustomed to the controls in zero gravity first so you don’t risk the Legacy. Disengage the docking arms!” Commander Arrow ordered and Jim gulped as he braced himself for a crash course in being a mobile suit pilot.
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This suit is awesome! I always wanted to pilot one, but I think this Relic has any later design beat since it essentially moves the pilot’s awareness to the suit, creating a 1:1 movement environment. I think I get why the original pilots were all elite warriors rather than tech-heads.
Sure, I didn’t get to do more than walk behind the others at a very slow pace and remove debris so Spike or Luster could access stuff so far, but the fact I could move so carefully was amazing. “Now that you have access to some of the valuables stored here, it is time for the Vault. It requires both a mobile suit and someone with gene clearance simultaneously to be opened.” Our rat guide declared with a gesture at the religious-looking stone gate at the end of the hall.
I had my suit approach the vault door and it lit up with a clear display of impressive arcano-tech prowess that was long lost since the Fall. Two of the circular designs started moving and then deployed obvious handles. I grabbed them and twisted away from each other simultaneously. A resounding click followed by the rasp of stone preceded the handles sinking into the two halves of the gates and then sliding into the walls on either side.
Oo~! Ancient treasures are glimmering from wall to wall! Oh, if only the Bebop could take more than a small portion of this-wait! Luster Dawn’s cleavage storage means we can take more of this hoard of valuables with us! “Uh, is the Zaku’s eye supposed to turn into a credit symbol? ‘Cuz that’s cool!” Ed declared down below and I snickered that my suit’s eye can turn into a ₹.
“So...as neat as this all is, what’re we looking for?” Spike asked the guide while Luster gasped excitedly and ran into the packed storage space right for a specific item that looked like it was a laptop or something. I only knew what that was because of human-me’s memories.
“A Conduit-Class FTL device! With this installed, we could escape the system at speeds to rival or exceed a fully functional Mass Relay!” Luster Dawn gushed excitedly, hugging the device to her chest, which made it compress delightfully around the metal component.
“Neato! Uh...won’t the Bebop need a reactor half the size of the ship to power it, though?” Ed’s question made Luster gawk in horror at the asari.
“Oh...oh no. You’ve regressed this badly? You don’t even have basic Argent reactors?!” Luster squealed with a distressing amount of disturbia.
“Sweetie, that’s tech only the Govs and Corps have. No mere fishing trawler is going to have one of those.” Jet gently consoled the distraught and disgusted mare, only for her to look up at me imploringly.
“Uh...what?” Why do I feel oddly antsy?
“Silver. I know I’ve already altered you so much...but, would you be willing to undergo an evolution into being an Argent Slime?” Luster’s question filled me with dread along with an unexpected amount of arousal!
“T-turn into one of those dumb cows?! No! If I’m ever captured, they’d milk me forever instead of executing me!” It would be an existence of brainless bliss, but I think I’d rather die! Well...if I was subjected to that, I’d be so blitzed out of my mind I wouldn’t care…
“Please! If we don’t rig up a basic Argent Reactor from the parts available here, we won’t be able to power this Conduit and escape from our pursuers!” Luster begged me and I cringed at those beautiful eyes filled with desperation.
“W-well...Argent is Silver…” I grumbled unhappily. If it means escaping death, being a living embodiment of energy and sensuality beyond what Slimes are usually known for is a fair enough trade-off. Besides, I’m already a sexy bitch at base, might as well go whole ham.
“I thought Argent was either turquoise or red.” Ed said and got a pat on the head from Faye.
“Argent is actually a shade of silver, hun. The energized plasma that you’re thinking of is just called Argent.” Faye explained as Spike and Jet started grabbing pieces that Luster pointed out.
“Alright, so how do we get me started, then?” I grumbled in resignation while watching my friends load a hovering truck-like utility vehicle that the guide had provided. Jet was definitely going to add that to the hangar for shore leave and shopping trips.
“Since you’ve done what you needed to, dock your suit in the Bebop. I’ll join you after I finish grabbing the most useful pieces from this vault and direct the others. Just relax, the process can be volatile if the slime is agitated.” Luster called up to me and I sighed before I returned to the Bebop at the submarine dock, easily using a quick jet boost to jump aboard.
Docking my new mobile suit was easy, figuring out how to get out of it was harder since I was so thoroughly synchronized to it. The exit procedure was as simple as saying ‘Suit Docked’ and the system VI confirming it. I jumped down to the floor, letting my slime body disperse the impact without doing more than ripple my bodysuit.
“Hey, you okay?” I jumped, then relaxed when Rivala appeared in front of me after ceasing to be my choker/collar. I honestly forgot where she went and that Flint had become so much more thanks to Luster. I can’t be mad at that mare, she’s already improved my life so quickly, but I’m changing so much in such a short time and half of my existence wasn’t even a slime before!
“Not really, but I will be. Turning into a bit of a bimbo or bimbro isn’t such a bad thing if it’s a choice between turning into a sex-addicted energy goo cow or certain death.” I said to my oldest, closest friend and then touched my throat. My Jamaican-Irish accent is weakening, more of my other half’s accentless English replacing it. “Rivala...can I trust ya to keep secrets?”
“John, I know more about you than anyone. I won’t share anything if you don’t want me to.” Rivala hugged her bust to my nose with her face full of concern.
“Well, what if I told you I...died, then some random schmuck was crammed into my body at some point before my death?” I asked her in the hope that she would take this seriously.
“...J-John? N-no...no...y-you mean you’re not John?” Rivala asked with loss in her voice as she backed away into the air and I felt my own heart ache.
“I-I am! Or...I think I am. I remember most everything, but it’s all fuzzy. It’s hard to focus on it, lass.” I admitted sadly before I headed towards the living quarters. “Half of me is good old John Silver, the other half is some random human named John Sullivan. Memories of both come and go and I...I don’t know. I’m honestly terrified, but my existential crisis can wait until we’re safe.”
“Oh, Johnny...you should’ve said something sooner! You’re a Displaced!” A what-now? “You’re someone who has been plucked from the thread of the multiverse and sewn in somewhere else. You might still be John Silver if you remember his life, but you might also have replaced him if you remember his death. H-how did you die?”
“I was in a mobile, not nearly as sophisticated as the one I’ve got now. There was a missile headed for the Bebop, everyone was ready to jump, but I was still outside. Only one could live. I chose them.” I rubbed my snout and then looked at my silvery slime hand. “That’s just it. I don’t remember anything that’s going on now. I think there’s a split in the timeline or something.”
“What matches up?” Rivala probed and I sighed before we entered my room.
“You’re asking me to dig through sand for a few grains. I think...the last port. This wasn’t the job Jet took. I can’t remember what it was, but it wasn’t this specific job. I do remember the suspicious package, but then things get even more odd. It hurts to think about.” It’s like...how many times has this happened? I feel so much deja vu. This specific scenario never came about, but it’s like I’m retreading old steps that I’d forgotten.
“Whoa...we...might be in a time loop.” I gawked at the little red slime fairy in shock and she nodded. “One of the Chaos Trinity, Eris, governed Chaotic Time. Creating a contained time loop to attempt to fix a crucial scenario is her cup of tea. However, before the Fall, she would’ve sent the Time Squad to deal with it. Maybe she’s meddled however she can from Paradise.”
“Wait, Paradise is real? It isn’t just a euphemism for the afterlife?” I asked in surprise as I sat at my desk, feeling a bit too stressed out and wanting to rest.
“Uh, yeah? It’s not the afterlife, it’s a pocket dimension created by the Chaos Trinity. I have no clue where it’s accessed after all this time, though. Anyway, speaking of Time, Eris is likely restricted, but she and her siblings have Displaced people before. Maybe, this time, you are the variable. I don’t think old John would’ve been so polite, so eager to accept change.” Rivala said.
“...So the human half from a normal life is the deviant compared to the lecherous boozehound space pirate?” I asked my oldest, dearest friend with amusement.
“Pretty much. Humans can be real freaks, even if they’re hypocrites about it.” Rivala giggled and I joined her laughter with bellowing guffaws. “Heh~...so, you’re still my John, even if you’re more. That’s good.” Rivala flew back down to my face and smooched my lips, much to my surprise. “I care about you. It broke my heart to even think you were gone.”
“Thanks, Flint.” I inwardly winced at calling her by the name I gave her before, but she seemed happy about it rather than annoyed. “So...I’m gonna turn into a fucking goo-cow. Any tips?”
“Well, considering my nature, I could turn you into an Argent Slime without Luster having to do anything; you just have to wish for it. I can grant it easily because, trust me, Argent Slimes are freaks in bed. Only changelings can compare. However, I’d make sure you keep your metallic silver color, because I like your liquid metal goo more than glowing turquoise or red.” Rivala declared and I felt a bit flustered at her liking my natural hue. That’s a big thing for us slimes.
“Well...better now than later. I wish I was an Argent Slime.” I stated and Rivala flew to my face to smooch me again. This time, heat flowed through my body, making me groan and then my surface began to steam as if I was incredibly hot, yet I was not. My whole mass felt like I had a vibrating sex toy sheathed around my cock! I panted and moaned as my body shifted, reverting to my womanly shape, which was all curves and much shorter with the lack of mass to maintain height. “Oh~, Rivala~. I feel so hot~!” My sexy womanly voice moaned whorishly.
“You are, Silver. Just don’t let your brain sink into the pleasure.” Rivala said as I undid the seam of my bodysuit to pool on the floor with a groan of relief. Spreading out was always relaxing, but now it was like I was getting a massage to every bit of surface I was touching the floor with. Mm~ I’m gonna nap. I feel incredible and it’s time I just relaxed…
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“Alright, you did good for a total virgin. We’re heading back.” The flight leader appraised as Jim maintained course behind him. The flight leader and the other members of the wing flew the standard UGY-R41 ‘Man (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/4/44/Man_Rodi_Front.png/revision/latest?cb=20151003014225) Rodi (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/2/29/Man_Rodi_Rear.png/revision/latest?cb=20151003014233)’ mobile suits. Unlike the multi-purpose Strike Dagger, the Man Rodi was a bulky, heavily armored specialist unit meant entirely for space combat.
Also unlike the Strike Dagger, they have a more rudimentary reactor system, meaning this flight was relatively short. Meanwhile, Jim’s Strike Dagger didn’t notice even a 1% decrease in available energy. Jim had to ponder just how far society has degraded since the Fall if something as energy efficient and self-sustaining as the Strike Dagger is an invaluable treasure. He also had to ponder what the gods are thinking, giving him access to this machine.
He landed in the hangar easily and then walked the Strike Dagger to its berth. Then Jim got to enjoy the embarrassment of saying various commands for him to exit until ‘Suit Docked’ allowed him to exit with the black rubbery nanomachines releasing him and returning to the machine. “Good work following directions out there. You’re dismissed.” Commander Arrow said to him after he’d reported to the officer and Jim was suddenly at a loss.
What did he do with himself now that he suddenly had free time? Jim was always so busy every day since he started his maintenance job that he didn’t know what was considered leisure aboard the Legacy. It wasn’t like he was short of options either.
Jim nervously followed the soldiers heading towards the canteen and awkwardly took a seat away from the crowds. As a changeling, physical food was a luxury, but these were rations and he’d rather just ambiently feed off of the cocktail of emotions. However, he felt worried when a notable spike of lust came to his taste and he watched a turian woman practically stalk up to where he was and sit across from him with her platter making a rather final-sounding clack.
“Hey~, where have you been?” She purred and Jim gulped. He knew this was bound to happen. Him being a changeling, considered a species best known for providing pleasure, he knew he was going to be solicited at some point.
“C-cleaning the ship. I used to be on the maintenance staff, but now I’m part of the mobile suit corps because I have aptitude for it.” Jim answered, not wanting to let this clearly hungry woman to latch on to the fact he was in fact a Divine Descendent.
“Oo~. Moving up in the universe, huh? I’m Caetana, part of the engineer corps. Which of those beautiful works of art is yours?” Caetana asked with clear interest before she sucked rather lewdly from the tube of protein past and Jim swallowed again.
“U-uh...I don’t know if I’m allowed to talk about it.” Jim weakly deflected and her facial plates flared with excitement.
“Oo~! The Strike Dagger, huh? What was it like?” Caetana questioned with arousal and joy joining the lust and Jim was feeling a bit dizzy from the heady cocktail of pleasurable emotions.
“I-it was like I went from being normal to being a giant. It was like I wasn’t even wearing anything or operating something. I was the suit.” Jim said and the turian even put a hand to her chest, which while lacking the mammaries most space-faring species possessed, had its own allure with how solid yet smooth it was in her orange jumpsuit.
“Wow. I can only dream of an experience like that. What’s your name? I forgot to ask after giving mine.” Caetana said before she began scarfing down her meal.
“J-Jim Hawkins.” Jim had a feeling he knew where this was going and, despite his trepidation, he was looking forward to it. It wouldn’t be his first time, but it has been a while...
“Well, Jim, you know that I know that we know where this is going. Follow~.” Caetana purred and stood up with her tray. Jim obeyed and followed the stalking metal-carapaced predator to the disposal chute next to the exit and then through the ship to an unassuming little bunkroom that was only slightly better than his little closet. “On the bed, Joytoy.”
“Y-yes ma’am.” While demeaning, it also highly aroused him that she was going to roleplay with him as her hired whore. He got on the bed and undid the seam of his jumpsuit, peeling it open down the front, but leaving himself clothed with it stopping just above his groin. He leaned back with his legs spread just-so and let his innate sensuality loose. “How do you want me?” He crooned with his voice reaching a few octaves deeper than usual and the turian shivered.
“H-holy fuck that’s hot. I thought you were a total virgin back in the canteen.” Caetana said with clear fluster and Jim sheepishly smiled. “Ah, there’s some of that cute, inexperienced young man. Keep it that way for now. Ahem, now then, I want you to do something for me.”
“Y-yes ma’am?” If she wanted him to act nervous and boyish, he can do that. It was his default state after all. His eyes widened slightly when she stood on the bed and undid the groin of her jumpsuit. He had to fight against lunging for her exposed sex, his body singing with desire and the emotions he was feasting on making it hard not to give in to his nature as an emotivore.
“Use that long tongue to eat me out.” She put his hands to her hips and rocked them forward, which was all he could stand before he dove in! “Ahn~! H-holy shit! S-slow-whoa~!” Caetana squealed as she felt her knees go out, falling forward and practically crushing jim’s head with her ass and thighs, but he just kept plunging his tongue into her! “F-fuck, fuck, fuck~! Gloria wasn’t k-kidding~! You changelings are gods in the sack!”
Jim didn’t care about the praise, he just wanted to keep feasting on her pleasure and enjoy the metallic tangy juice of her quim. He kept going even when she screamed in orgasm and through another two before she fell back against him and he released her weeping vag from his oral pleasures. “You tasted delicious. Have any more in you?” Jim asked with a squeeze of her thighs and Caetana shuddered with gasping breaths.
“N-no more~...I think I saw Paradise a couple of times. Can we do this again sometime, though?” Caetana asked hopefully and Jim was surprised at the sliver of love he could taste.
“Sure thing, but...well, as satisfying as being fed this way is, I’m a bit…” Jim wiggled his hips and Caetana reached next to her head to stroke the throbbing purple equine penis. “Mm, yeah.”
“Sorry for being so selfish. I’m too tired to fuck, mind if I use my mouth?” Caetana asked meekly.
“Heh, it’s only fair.” Jim chuckled and then rubbed her hips when she turned over.

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Ch.6
Ch.6
I awoke when someone poked my slime and I emerged with a ‘stretch’ that helped my body awaken the memory of my base form’s shape. I looked at Luster, who was bemused and concerned. “Hey. I wished on Rivala to get it over with. I kept my original tone though. How are things going?” I asked the ultra-sexy pink unicorn who I really wanted to fuck all of a sudden. Woof, I knew what I was getting into, but now I’m turbo horny. At least I’m not a bimbo.
“Well, that takes care of that, but are you okay? Any rampant need to suck dick, drink milk or otherwise become a shameless cumslut?” Luster Dawn asked me as she walked around me.
“No, but I do want to fuck ya something fierce and stuff your womb with slime. I can fight off the need, but the thought of you full of foals is making me hard.” I admitted with gratitude that as a slime, being ‘hard’ is more of a metaphor. I don’t have to have the anatomy present to be ‘hard’.
“That’s normal for a lot of Imperial species. Doubly so since you’re a descendant of Cocoa’s, meaning you likely have traces of the other gods in you. Anyway, I’m going to help Ed and Jet install the new Conduit and reactor systems to the Bebop. I’ll come back for you when we need you to fuel the reactor.” Luster then surprised me with a kiss, which I moaned into. “*smooch* Thanks for the compliment. If this scary future wasn’t so dangerous, I would like that since you’re clearly a good choice for a mate.”
“Oh~ don’t say that~! Now I’m even hornier~!” I whimpered and Luster winked before she left my room. “Jerk! You fucking cuntease!” I shouted at the door and then literally simmered as I pooled back on the floor up to my hips. “Damn it. This is going to be harder than I thought.”
“Hm? Someone Is pinging me a little.” A faint lusty voice tittered. “Been a while. Hey, whoever this is, careful. You tread a sexy, dangerous path~.” Whoever owns that sex-to-the-ears voice, I want to fuck her! I’m sure that has something to do with my heritage, I’ll ask Luster later. For now, I desperately need to masturbate and Rivala disappeared on me~!
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Jim quietly snuck out of Caetana’s bunk room and then casually strolled down the hall towards the elevators with a spring in his step and his tail swaying happily. Damn that was good. He may not like that his species have essentially been sexually enslaved, but hot damn did he feel that his race got lucky that they literally sustained themselves off of emotions since carnal acts were the easiest way to get the tastiest, most fulfilling ones.
Thankfully, Caetana didn’t mind his extra productive testicals. He’d always been more voluminous in his ejaculations than was normal, but now that he knew he was of divine stock, well, most if not all of the gods were known for their productivity. He was about to enter the elevator when he froze at the sight of Captain General Amelia Smollett.
“Oh! Cadet Hawkins, a pleasant surprise. Do not hesitate to come in.” The feline woman stepped aside and Jim awkwardly got in before pressing the button for his floor, which was the bunks for the mobile suit corp instead of at the bottom with maintenance.
“Hello General.” Jim said awkwardly. Fraternization wasn’t forbidden, but it was embarrassing.
“Hm, you smell quite metallic, Cadet. You weren’t trying to clean any vents, were you?” The scary woman asked with a smirk and Jim felt horrified at the amusement he tasted from her.
“No, I was, I um.” Jim stumbled and then stopped when a hand gently squeezed his ass.
“You are quite adorable, young Hawkins. If I were not so busy, you would be paying me a visit in my quarters as well. However, I am occupied and you need your rest to be ready for deployment. Remember; you’re a soldier now, not some red-light streetwalker.” The scary feline tugged gently yet firmly on his tail and Jim perked so hard he worried his elytra would rip open his jumpsuit and spring his wings out.
“Yes, General!” Jim said quickly when he felt her arousal and neediness. A woman this repressed due to her station must have a lot of pent-up needs. “I-I wouldn’t m-mind it though.” She paused and moved her hand back to his ass.
“Hm? Maybe this weekend if the operation goes well.” The Captain General said as Jim took a better look at her, seeing a woman rather than his commanding officer. “Keep that in mind out there, Cadet.” She spanked his ass, making him yelp before the door opened on his floor and he hurried away from the hungry gaze of the beautiful covcat woman.
“Did I just enter two relationships? Or one and a quid pro quo?” Jim huffed as he suppressed the need to seed a woman. It was something that would not be good on a warship. It was bad enough he’s had such powerful urges to breed ever since he reached his sexual maturity. Thankfully medicine and discipline had helped him so far.
“If you did, you’d be the first on this loveless ship.” An athletic blond-furred earth pony stallion who looked like he could lift an IFV with a notable scar on his snout huffed as he exited the communal bathroom. It saved on expense to only have individual plumbing for officers. “Get to bed, pipsqueak. We all need sleep.”
Yeesh, who shit in his rations?
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After I’d masturbated for what must’ve been all night, I still felt fresh as a daisy. Being an Argent Slime apparently means I can sometimes ignore sleep. I put my bodysuit and the exo-suit limbs on my right limbs and went to the galley, where I blinked up at the sight of Faye being taller than me. “Hey, why the feminine look?” Oh! That’s why.
“Sorry. It’s just...this is my new normal.” I morphed back to my old norm and stood taller than the pink hippogriff again. “So, what’s the progress?” I asked and noticed Faye was looking at the steam coming off of me. “Sorry, that’s part of the Argent Slime package. I’m just glad I’m not glowing.” The steam is just some mystical effect of being living Argent, I’m not that hot.
“Same. It’s oddly not any warmer with you near. It’s like it’s a visual effect with no impact on reality.” Faye waved a talon through some of the steam. “Neat. Anyway, Luster and Ed spent all night hooking things up. Soon enough, the reactor will be ready for you to use it as a bath and we can hopefully jump out of here.”
“Great. I’m gonna see if I can’t get some grub.” I went to move past her, but Faye put a hand on my shoulder. “Yeah?”
“About that. Go see Luster about getting fed. She said you’re a ravenous protein hunter and it’d be best if she was the one who...provided.” Faye said with her cheeks fluffed up and I perked.
“Oh~? Well, I’m hoping what you’re insinuating is right, because I’m very hungry.” I growled eagerly and went looking for Luster. The galley was out, the common area was out, engineering too. I went to her room and found her snoring cutely on her bed in an adorable set of space-themed pajamas. “Aw, I’d better leave her alone.” I smiled and went to close the door, only for me to yelp when her orange magic yanked me in and then shut the door.
“Mmph...c’mere.” Luster hugged me sleepily and my snout was buried in her glorious bosom, having found a seam in the simple relaxed sleepwear. She blearily opened her eyes and then with a faint shimmer of her horn, her top was pulled aside to reveal her perfect basketball boobs. “Drink up...zzz…”
Did...she just tell me that she has milk?! I hesitantly suckled her left nipple and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the flavor of her cream. I don’t know how long I was on top of her, just drinking her seemingly endless bounty from both of her thimble-sized nips, but eventually she was petting me and I came out of my zen state to see her smiling dopily. “Sorry if I woke you.”
“I’ve been awake, enjoying being nursed. Now then, let’s get up.” I didn’t get to move before Luster shimmied under and around me. H-holy fuck! I’m enormous! How much of her milk have I absorbed?! I’m not at all used to being able to do this! At least this fancy bodysuit and my limb armor seem designed to allow for the wearer to rapidly change size. “You may want to go into my storage space, since I’ll be depositing you in the reactor right away.”
“Yeah, good idea.” I mumbled and took off my limb armor and then my bodysuit, which shrunk down to normal size. “That is so weird, lass.” I muttered and watched her stuff the empty suit into her magic cleavage before she looked up expectantly at me. “Oh, right.” I still felt so flustered. I mean, Silver-me has had plenty of comely wenches at port before, but none compared to Luster. Besides...this was Luster. She’s not some spaceport floozie.
I poured my currently ten foot tall form through her cleavage and into the pocket dimension it led to. Once there, I immediately went to the giant blob of normal silver slime that I had left here and melded with it, making it my own once more. I can’t imagine how utterly gigantic I must be right now. If mobile suits weren’t high-speed combat machines, I could probably take one in a fistfight right now. Not about to try, but it was an amusing concept.
“I know you probably haven’t figured out how to compress your mass, but a single jump won’t take too much Argent considering that’s all the reactor is powering. Come on out.” Luster’s telepathic voice echoed in my mind and I promptly formed a tendril that shaped into my base form while the larger mass became a blob.
I emerged from Luster’s bosom and found myself in what amounted to a metal kiddie pool, if high-walled. “Hey, my own jacuzzi. These things are kitsch as hell, lass.” I joked as I turned around and Luster snickered. “I assume I’m to fill this pool with me?”
“Yes. Feel free to keep delivering your mass.” Luster nodded and leaned on the edge of the tub, where I began pulling my slime through her cleavage like a lewd faucet. Soon, the pool was filling with my metallic silver slime and I awkwardly shifted around before looking down at my massive breasts self-consciously. “I know, it’s a bit overwhelming. When I blossomed in my teenage years, I thought someone had plugged an air pump to my tits overnight.”
“At least you were born to have ‘em.” I grumbled and moved closer to the beautiful pink unicorn. “So...I’m stuck with this as my base form, any tips? I was of the more inelegant sex my whole life until recently.” I…well…I kinda want to be a woman, even if I don’t want to just give in to it.
“Well...aside from what I said before, not much of the issues flesh and blood creatures have translates to slimes. From what I know thanks to my studies, you’ll want to avoid getting any semen in you unless you feel like spawning or you figured out how to instantly convert it to more slime without it going through what you subconsciously perceive as your mouth.” Luster answered with a shrug. “Otherwise, you’ll have to learn as you go.”
“Gee, thanks. I’m just worried I might start finding men attractive when I was completely hetero before this.” I looked down at the waist-deep pool of me, which was incredibly arousing. I could feel every contour of this tub. “So, how much-*yip!*!” I barked because I felt a pull and then I was missing some mass. “What was that?!”
“The pumps are kicking in. We need to get the reactor primed first. Don’t worry, it won’t consume you. These are designed to shut off when less than 90 kilograms are in the reservoir.” I looked at her blankly. “Oh, right, Imperial. Less than 200 pounds. Gosh, how far has civilization fallen to revert back to Imperial?”
“Hey, it may not be as scientifically accurate, but it’s a lot easier for laymen to comprehend, lass.” I huffed with my arms crossed under my bust, which pushed them up towards my chin and I bit my lip at the combined sensation of touching my breasts and the oddly relaxing feeling of having my slime siphoned. “Anyway, should I fill this tub to the top? I see a lid on the back here.” The tub was on the engineering deck, which makes sense. Where else would they install it?
“Yes, to be on the safe side. Once it is, you can get out and stop tempting me to take a bath in you.” Luster gave me that smokey gaze and I gulped nervously.
“W-well...it would be a first for me?” I meekly offered and Luster promptly yanked her bodysuit off and climbed into me! “Th-that wasn’t-oh~!” Whoa! I can feel every inch of her that is in me! I groaned and panted as she submerged down to the bottom of her bosom since I was still filling the pool at a slowed rate with the reactor sucking my slime out.
“Mm~, hey, as much as I’d like you to, don’t pour yourself into my puss too.” Luster licked her lips and winked at me. “If you really want to fill a hole, you can use my ass right now. Vaginal will definitely knock me up.” The way she moved her hand to her groin and casually began masturbating inside of me made me howl lowly in desire. “Like I said, if this universe wasn’t so dangerous, I would enjoy taking you as a mate. Sadly, you’re too much of a virgin to avoid getting me pregnant.” Luster taunted me and I gasped.
“V-virgin?! Lass, I’ve had more pussy than I can recall! Not counting the time you were frozen, I must be older than you!” I huffed indignantly, but I couldn’t help pawing my breasts and groping her whole body with my goo, trying to see if I could massage her. Fuck~. This is like masturbation times ten! I had to work so hard all night to work off my sexual frustration and Luster is getting me going in a few minutes just by bathing in me!
“Oh~.” Luster moaned when I took a ‘lick’ of her pussy, tasting how sweet and wet it was. I want more~. “Uhn~. Y-yes. Eat me.” Luster panted and I promptly began doing as she requested, focusing a tongue-like tendril into her vagina as she spread her legs for me. “Yes, yes~! It’s been so long~!” Oh~ her voice is so beautiful, like the rest of her.
“Lass, you sound like an angel~.” I crooned as I approached and groped her breasts, which were trickling milk. I had two tendrils arise from my slowly rising pool of goo and latch on, pumping her for her delicious cream before I moved in to kiss her tenderly with my hands moving to her cheeks. “What are you doing to me? I’ve never felt so good before.”
“Hm, Silver~.” The pony moaned as I felt pressure at her pussy, the need for real sex making it plump up deliciously. “Th-this is your heritage. You’re a carnal creature by genetic design. All I’m doing is giving you an outlet.” Luster panted and kissed me back, even taking a few gulps of me through my tongue and I hummed into her lips with intense pleasure from the act.
“Hm~.” I hummed through my nose before I gently began pushing cock-like tendrils into her anus and quim. “I won’t cum in your womb, you insatiable wench, but considering how hungry you are, I’ll gladly fill your arse.” I growled and nipped at her throat as the pool reached over her bust and was about to go over her shoulders. There’s still a few inches of tub to go.
“Oh, Silver, take me.” Luster breathed and I rammed into her with the full force of my body. “Ahn~!” Sing for me, Luster Dawn~!
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Jim gasped awake to being pinned to his bed. He struggled for a moment before he blinked at realizing he was pinned by several women of various species. “H-hey...is this a hazing?” Jim asked uneasily, but the flavor of lust pouring off of them all had him suddenly fearing for his safety in more lewd ways than not.
“Caetana wouldn’t shut up about how you’re a god in the sack at breakfast. We noticed you missed the morning muster, which is expected since you’re on late-day training. So~, we’re here to verify her claims.” A quarian woman purred and each of the ladies licked their lips as their arousal reached his taste buds and Jim was both terrified and utterly happy.
“Oh! He’s hard already! Wow, look at the size of him!” An asari declared excitedly as someone was already jerking him off. Jim panted, aroused beyond reason since one of his dirtiest fantasies was coming to life.
“Is he good with the cocks of others?” A large herm asked as she sandwiched his horn in a boobhat, also blinding him. The extra-fluffy fur on her tits told him she must either be a long-haired covcat or catkut. “I know most guys don’t like anal penetration, but he’s a ling, maybe he has a feminine side.”
“He could just change to being woman or better yet, a herm and let us fuck his pussy and penis.” Another woman voice declared and Jim moaned into the tits covering his head. He has gone female and herm before. While he didn’t go into business as a whore, he still had a gratuitous libido to contend with and all the power to exercise it with more than willing friends with benefits. He suddenly missed Mischa. He hoped she was doing okay back home.
“His pre is so tasty.” One of them said as she started licking his glans, so Jim tried not turning into a woman, which was a constant temptation for him whenever asked for it.
“Someone’s hard enough to knock up a ling.” Jim heard the woman who said that kiss the person acting as his boobhat. The mention of being bred made him hornier~! His mother warned him that every changeling had an instinct to become a woman and that no ling was ‘straight’. He knew that for sure when having sex with Mischa as a mare blew his mind.
“I haven’t bred in months and my wife wouldn’t mind.” His boobhat purred and he neighed into her cleavage and wriggled against the hands pinning his wrists and ankles at the corners of his bed with desperate horny need.
“Atten-hut!” The ladies all released him and stood at attention towards the door of his respectably larger than a closet room, which was the only reason so many could squeeze in here. “Ladies, I understand the needs you have, but do not compromise a UnSC asset. If you wish to solicit young Hawkins, do so in a formal and acceptable hot-bunking manner!”
“Yes Captain General Smollett!” The ladies replied and promptly fled the room, leaving Jim gobsmacked and panting in arousal before being left alone with a raging hard-on in the presence of the fierce and demanding feline woman.
“G-General, I was-.”
“Ambushed? Yes, I can see that.” The Captain said as she approached. “Hm, I see why they were so eager, even by ling standards you are large.” He hissed and panted harder when her gloved hand grabbed his flare and rubbed his purple pre around on his similarly colored cock. “Mm, yes. Quite delectable.” She bent down and Jim gawked as she took him in her mouth without hesitation.
“G-General~...” Jim groaned as she expertly tongued his X-shaped cumslit, which was designed to both ejaculate large quantities of semen or eggs. His mother said he was special. He didn’t understand until in the throes of puberty that male changelings with an ovipositor aren’t of average stock. Technically, he already was a hermaphrodite. All he had to do was sprout boobs and he’d be a full she, just without the traditional vagina.
The woman was clearly in the moment, sucking and gulping his pre with aplomb, her eyes closed and she was purring so loudly it was vibrating into his cock. He keened when she suddenly deepthroated him and it was like having a vibrating sex toy fucking him! She grabbed his hips and began fucking her face on him! He neighed and came, causing her to moan.
The woman drank his copious purple product, even causing her uniform to pop open as her belly accepted the vast liquid repast. After he finished cumming in a couple of minutes, she pulled herself off of him with a pleased expression on her face. “Hm, Mr. Hawkins, I do believe I like your taste.” The General said as she grabbed her belt, which had also popped open for her belly, by design clearly, then she took his wrists and tied him to the coat hook above his head!
“G-General?” Jim asked with an excited tone to his breathy voice and Amelia Smollett licked her lips with her predatory golden slit eyes leering down upon him with intense relish.
“Yes, my prey?” The woman asked with a tigric growl before she dropped her pants and crawled up the bed, the act alone causing his cock to stiffen hard enough to crush diamonds.
“P-please be gentle?” Jim had the sense she liked a submissive toy and her arousal spiked.
“How cute.” She climbed atop him and they both moaned as she penetrated herself with him.

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Ch.7
Ch.7
“The scouts have found an Argent signature.” Commander Arrow reported when they entered the bridge. He looked down at Amelia’s form with a mildly surprised air, which was an impressive amount of emotion for an elcorian to project.
“Interesting. It must have something to do with the fugitives, since no prior scans of Hogarth VI have come up with more than traces of Argent.” Amelia said as she rubbed a rather large belly that Jim tried fruitlessly to not peek at from where he was standing behind her. The UnSC might be more uptight than most organizations, but the inherently sexual nature of most species was too much for them to outright stop fraternization.
“Are you properly inseminated?” Commander Arrow casually questioned as he went over his Omni-tool and Jim felt so embarrassed yet proud of the idea that he’s been a proper stud.
“Most likely pregnant, yes. I ordered him to try.” Amelia, because he can’t think of her as the ‘Captain General’ in his mind anymore, said with her tail wiggling quite happily and that made him feel even more flustered. He was thankful he wasn’t in a conversation right now. “Besides my own feelings, I’ve already received orders to have him bred. I desired to do so personally, so if it somehow doesn’t take, we’ll try again before I let another woman have him.”
“Understandable, considering his genes are what allow him to access Relic technology. Anyway, I’ve ordered the scout teams to further narrow the search area to the region of the Argent signature.” Commander Arrow’s words filled Jim with mixed feelings. While he didn’t like that he was going to be studded out on someone else’s command, he admittedly fantasized of something like this. He was glad Amelia decided to be his first.
“Good man, as dependable as always. Is there anything else that needs my immediate attention?” Amelia asked with a sexy smirk and a hungry leer back at Jim, making him gulp and his wings to buzz inside his elytra as his groin fought against trying to punch a hole in his uniform trousers, as impossible as that was with Inventory magic.
“No, ma’am. Please leave him whole enough for his afternoon training.” Commander Arrow requested with his usual monotone.
“I will. Now then, Mr. Hawkins, follow me to my ready room.” Amelia purred and he struggled not to act like the lovesick ling that he was. The Love she was quickly developing for him was intoxicating. They took the elevator up to Amelia’s private suite, where upon entering they found an orange jumpsuit signature to the engineer corps sticking out of the wall by the waist.
“Hm? Oh, that must be you, General. I was repairing the reported issue with your duct.” That voice! It’s Caetana! Her upper half was inside the vent near the floor. “It looks like the issue was some of the spores that got released on the garden deck coming up this far. No wonder the requisition was kicked up to engineering from maintenance.”
Amelia smirked as she looked at the turian’s ass before turning to Jim with a devious look. “Breed her.” She whispered to him and he gawked at her. “That’s an order.” She purred and Jim gulped before he dropped his trousers and approached the incredible ass presented to him. He grabbed the seam of her crotch and tore it open before grabbing her firm, metallic ass!
“Wah, hey, what’s the deal with-ahn~!” Jim pushed into her tight, almost too-small vagina with his dick and she thrashed about in the duct. “Guh~! H-help~! Rape!” Jim paused in dread and Amelia huffed in annoyance.
“It’s an official breeding session, take it like a woman, Corporal Tansis!” Amelia slapped Jim’s ass and he groaned when that made him penetrate Caetana further.
“General?!” Caetana yelped and Jim felt the belly he bred earlier press against his back with her hands on his hips urging him deeper. “Guh~! Wh-who is my s-stud~?” The turian wiggled.
“Cadet Hawkins, the only changeling on the ship. You’re getting quite the treat, Corporal.” Amelia cooed and she nibbled his ear, making Jim pant and thrust harder into Caetana.
“Uhn! Ahn! Yah~! Y-yes! Fuck me! Fuck me you stud~!” Caetana’s tune changed along with the fear and dismay turning to desire and Love. “I was going to file a request today anyway! Knock me up!” Her words made Jim neigh and begin fucking her with near desperation! He grabbed her hips and pulled her out of the vent with a strength that surprised him! He then grabbed her wrists and began fucking her up against the wall with her metal cheek and chest making scraping noises on the metal wall!
“Yes, my little stud.” Amelia cooed as Jim felt her rub his lower abdomen. Since he had an ovipositor, he doesn’t have testicals like most. Jim had a dual-purpose organ that was like a fusion of a man’s prostate and testicals with a woman’s womb and ovaries. His mother warned him that self-impregnation was possible, but unlikely. “Hm or would that be my big stud?”
“Oh f-fuck~!” Caetana came, her tight tunnel squeezing Jim like a vice while gushing grool around him and he whinnied before he began pumping his purple cum into her womb. He panted and huffed as he filled her with gouts of semen and her stomach cumflated.
“Th-there. She’s bred.” Jim huffed like a dutiful cadet even if he was a drooling mess while Caetana’s orange-encased metal belly groaned with his load.
“Good, do me again, then her, then report for training.” Amelia said with an eager look up at him. When was she so short? Jim didn’t get to ponder that as she pulled him and Caetana, who he was oddly able to carry with surprising ease, to the bed.
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“Hey! Snap out of it!” I came to my senses when someone slapped me or rather, my surface. I emerged with blinking ‘eyes’ at Jet. “Let her breathe! How long has she been down there?! Have you killed her?!” Huh?! I parted to reveal a pregnant-looking Luster Dawn laying at the bottom of my goo. Thankfully she groaned, though it was in displeasure.
“No~, cover me back up in your hot, sticky goodness~…” Luster moaned with a fucked-out gaze up at me. “Come back down, lover~.” W-whoa. If I wasn’t in my right mind right now, I would’ve immediately done as she requested.
“Luster, we got carried away. We don’t even know if the reactor is primed or anything without ya helping Ed.” I told her and she looked confused for a moment before clarity came to her eyes and she jumped to her hooves and wobbled.
“Whoa! Oof, I drank and took in a good bit, hold on.” She reached into her cleavage and produced a purple pearl that melded with her popped-out navel before her belly was suddenly a flat, toned stomach once more. Wow! That’s so neat! “There we go. Anyway, sorry about that. It’s been too long since I’ve had someone I could be so intimate with. Let’s see…”
I watched Luster climb out of my tub and I grunted with a desire to fuck her ass when she presented it to me in the process. Hot damn am I an endless dynamo of sexual energy now. “So, how’s it looking?” Jet questioned as she looked over the gauges on the wall behind my tub.
“It has enough of a reservoir and it is primed. We’re good for one jump right now, but I wish we had a dedicated slime for the reactor to make sure we can always have a jump ready whenever.” Luster slapped her hands over her mouth and looked around. “Rivala isn’t here, is she? Please say no, she could turn someone into an Argent Slime based on that.”
“I have no clue. She went somewhere when I was flogging Molly all night.” I shrugged, sending my silver breasts jiggling like jello. “She usually comes when I call. Oi! Flint! Get yer arse here!” I shouted down the hall. “If she’s in range, she’ll-.”
“Reporting for duty!” Rivala cutely declared with a salute when she zipped in from an air vent.
“Where have you been, lass? I would’ve liked company last night.” I pouted at her and Rivala looked flustered and gave me a lewd gaze.
“Wh-why Silver, are you propositioning me, you old space dog?” Rivala rebounded with a flutter of her pretty eyes and I nodded, making her sputter. “R-r-really? I’m not friendzoned?”
“Why would you be? Anyway, please don’t grant wishes willy-nilly. Luster almost wished for someone to be an Argent Slime.” I said to my oldest, dearest friend who I would totally bang.
“Oh, I’ll try, but it’s an impulse. Wishes that meet the criteria can get past me, just watch your wording.” Rivala said before Spike ran into the room.
“Hey guys, a buoy I’d deployed just reported it was scanned by a ship. We might want to hurry it up, we won’t have much more time.” The dragon told us without his eyes going below the faces of any of the naked hyper-busty gals in the room. I mean, I used to be a guy, but hot damn are you homosexual or something, Spike? We’re all hotter than stars and you’re not even gonna get an eyeful of three beauties in the nude? I actually feel insulted, wow, I just…wow.
“Damn. Alright, Silver and Spike, get ready to fly. Luster, make sure the Conduit is ready. Flint…” Jet looked perplexed as the goo fairy saluted in front of him. “Uh...provide moral support?” Heh, Jet clearly isn’t used to Rivala being a crewmember and not a pet yet.
“Aye, captain! Yar! Hard to starboard! Guns to port! Shoot when you see the bridge!” Rivala shouted as she flew upstairs, now in a skimpy cheerleader outfit, causing us all to chuckle.
“Here.” Luster reached into her cleavage and gave me my limb armor and jumpsuit that I may as well consider mine by this point. I put them on and went to leave, but when I got out of the tub, Lust grabbed my unarmored shoulder. “I know this is your base form, but I think it’d be best if you were your old form for combat. Designed for hyper assets or not, it has already registered your male form and needs more time for this form.” Oh! I…didn’t even consider going man…
“Right, I’m getting too used to being a gal.” I grumbled and morphed back to my male form and spat the excess slime back into the tub. “Be back, luv.” I flushed at realizing my words and Luster beamed brightly at me.
“You better or I’ll be left sad and lonely.” She kissed me on the lips and I swooned, then she spun me around before she slapped my ass! I laughed before I ran up the stairs, tail wagging.
I quickly went to the hangar and paused at seeing Rivala waiting. “Hey. Is it okay if I fly the Morph? I may not be an expert pilot, but it’s basically just firmer goo and I’m goo and...well, I don’t want you fighting out there without me. We’ve always done it together…”
“Uh...did you recharge your wishes?” I asked uneasily and she nodded. Good. “Then I wish the Morph was at its best possible performance levels.” Rivala cooed and then she flew at the crystal-goo hulled ship. She melded with it and then I watched with awe as it took on her form, if she was always a ten foot tall giantess. “Uh...what?”
“I’m now the Morph! What better way to max its performance than to assimilate it into myself?! I’m a ship now! Pew-pew!” Dear Wiatr is Rivala so sexy-cute I wanna hug or bang her. “I’ll be your wing-mate! Especially since I don’t think we have any weapons for your suit.” Shit, she’s right! The only MS weapons we have are for Faye’s Red Tail. Swordfish II has built-in weapons.
“I’ll have to hope I can steal a weapon from one of them, then. I don’t think my new suit has anything besides the heat hawk.” Relic or not, I don’t know if I can handle too many enemies at once without a ranged weapon, even with my skill. Legends tell of the original mobile suits being able to outpace and outmaneuver anything in space at the outset and that still holds true today aside from the fact that modern-day suits have more limited operation times and ranges.
“Then I’ll cover you while you do.” Rivala declared and...literally covered the Zaku in her slime before forming into exquisite crystal blue armor plating with extra thrusters. “All ready to go!”
“I guess so.” I climbed up to the docking arm and used it to enter the cockpit, which Rivala didn’t have covered yet. “Alright, time to suit up.” I stood in the center and the Mobile Trace System did its theatrics, but this time I kept my arm down and let the seamless nanomachine film coat me starting at the shoulders. “Alright, pinging the comms. John Silver chiming in, everyone copy?” I asked as I adjusted to being a giant war machine.
“John, your frequency is too high for the others, see if you can fix that.” Jet responded and I mentally tried to-. “There we go, got you on the lower bands.” Wow, this Relic tech is bullshit.
“Spike here, Swordfish II is ready.” Spike’s neutral tone said with startling clarity.
“Faye, Red Tail is ready.” Faye sounded antsy. She’s good, but not a serious combatant.
“This is Luster-.” Luster started, then grunted from an interruption.
“-And Ed!” Ah, the twerp. Considering she’s already learning from Luster, I can see why.
“Yes and Ed. We’re ready to calibrate the Conduit. We’ll let you know when you should be ready to rush back to the Bebop.” Luster continued with fond exasperation.
“Alright, people. This is do or die. We either get the fuck out of here or we all die, Silver is made into an Argent cow and Luster gets turned into a foal factory for genetics research.” Gee, thanks for the confidence boost, Jet. “I’m taking the Bebop through the tunnel out. The moment we break through the atmosphere, be ready to deploy and buy us time.”
“Roger.” We all chorused and thus began the worst part. Hurrying up to wait.
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Jim had just gotten into the Strike Dagger when klaxons wailed and people began rushing around. “W-what’s happening?! I’m already here, what do I do?!” Jim asked the nearest engineer and the orange-jumpsuited griffin unlocked the docking arms.
“I don’t know, I’m just an engineer, but be ready for a squad to slot you in!” He shouted over the klaxons and Jim hurried up to wait for deployment, which thankfully didn’t take long.
“You, cadet in the Strike Dagger! Grab a gun and act as support!” A wing leader shouted as the Man Rodi squad nearest him handed him a 30mm submachine gun and a few magazines of ammo. It was designed for the hands of a Rodi frame, so it seemed awkward for a moment, but by simply adjusting his grip, he had it well in hand. Then again, current frames had a basis.
He followed them out of the hanger and down towards Hogarth VI. There was so much chatter that he wasn’t sure what was going on, but his HUD had a lone brown and gold ship on escape vector highlighted, so he assumed the mission was to stop it. He had to frequently adjust his speed so he didn’t overtake the Man Rodi suits he was essentially being escorted by.
When they got nearer, the ship’s upper half on the front opened up to reveal a hangar that launched three mobile suits. “Command, three mobile suits. Repeat, three mobile suits. One standard Zaku II, one Taurus, one unknown. Repeat, unknown. Please advise.” Someone called through the chatter clearly.
“Mission control to all mobile suits, do not engage, repeat, do not engage. Sensors read intense Argent energy signatures from the unknown mobile suit.” The droning voice of a hanar replied.
“Wing 17 to control! Unknown has rapidly closed with us, cannot disen-!” Silence. Jim felt fear as explosions started blooming in his vision because MS reactors didn’t need oxygen to blow. He heard the chatter devolve into baffled attempts to gather information, because these people had suddenly turned the hunters into the hunted despite being vastly outnumbered.
“This is crazy, retreat! Back to the Legacy’s coverage zone! It’s already closing on them and there’s no way they are going to jump without aid from a Relay!” Jim’s wing leader commanded, but when they began to fly back, his HUD lit up warnings and he twisted out of the way of a hail of bullets that clipped one of his wingmates.
The sight almost paralyzed him. It was a crystalline red mobile suit with a green interior and a signature monoeye that marked it as some form of Zaku-family model. “ZGMF-1000 Zaku Warrior detected, connecting comms.” His Strike stated as another radio channel lit up.
“Fast one, ain’t ya? Don’t know why Zaku clicked with ya, but you best be hightailing it outta here.” A roguish man’s voice grimly warned and the heat-hawk in the left hand of the Zaku cut through the armor of the nearest Man Rodi like the thick armor plating was no better than butter for stopping the axe while the gun in the other hand, clearly a stollen Man Rodi weapon, sprayed another while a foot kicked Jim away at the same time.
Who was this badass?! “Who are you?!” Jim shouted as he opened fire, strafing in the opposite direction of the hostile mobile suit, unintentionally creating a corkscrew. What shots landed seemed to almost ricochet off of the crystalline armor plating.
“You’ll know, I bet old Amelia would recognize me.” The voice replied as its owner closed the distance and Jim impulsively drew his beam saber, just in time to block the equally intense blade of the heat-hawk. However, unlike his saber which was projected energy, the hawk was a physical weapon with added energy projection. So it sliced through the blade of the saber, but not before Jim disengaged.
This was just in time for the last member of his impromptu squad to fire at the enemy, only for him to casually toss something in their direction. It had to have been a grenade, because a shrapnel explosion knocked the Man Rodi back. “No you don’t!” Jim roared and sprayed bullets to attempt to prevent another casualty, only for the Zaku to rocket to the side to evade.
“Sorry to cut this dance short, Jimbo, but time’s up. Tell Amelia that she has once again almost caught John Silver.” The pilot suddenly rocketed away from Jim so fast, that he almost couldn’t get over that this guy somehow knew his name. He checked his HUD to find that the Strike Dagger had the name John Silver attached to the contact file for the Zaku Warrior.
“What the hell? Why did my Strike Dagger even connect to his comms?” Jim panted in exhaustion from the adrenaline leaving his body before squadron records popped into his HUD. That Zaku was marked as this suit’s squad leader at one time. Small universe.
“Cadet Hawkins, Report!” Amelia shouted and he flinched.
“This is Cadet Hawkins, the Unknown is a Zaku Warrior piloted by John Silver. He just boasted about getting away from you again.” Jim reported as he remained stationary. This was only his second time in a mobile suit, he wasn’t going to give pursuit without orders to.
“Evacuate! That crazy trog is about to make a jump! (https://youtu.be/xdoQtUgQ-0M?t=122)” Amelia screamed and Jim flew towards the approaching Legacy as fast as possible. An in-system jump this close to a planet could-!
The explosive force that rocked his suit even this far away made Jim turn his cameras back to witness the aftershock of a translation into FTL too deep in-system. Said aftershock had caused the nearest ice rings of Hogarth VI to scatter in a wild spray that would forever ruin the otherwise ugly planet’s only pleasant feature and sent debris cascading into its atmosphere.
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“This is Harissa Vela with CGN, reporting on the events of the Hogarth system. A group of pirates have stolen Relic technology from a previously unknown cache on Hogarth VI and destroyed the planet’s ice rings with an in-system FTL jump at the edge of said ring’s orbit in violation of intergalactic laws. The events of the skirmish have left dozens of civilians in the local asteroid fields to be left dying in their personal transports and captured images of old mobile suits provide evidence that these pirates are heavily armed and dangerous.”
The transmission cut off and a figure in the dark hummed in annoyance.

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Ch.8
Ch.8
“Well...we’re alive.” I chirped as the others all looked in exasperation at me and the pile of mobile suit guns at the feet of the Zaku Warrior. I kept running dry and Rivala held onto the empty ones. Now we have a bunch of guns made for Rodi hands that will need one to have its grip altered so Faye can use one. Hopefully with Rivala’s new form and Luster Dawn, converting the extra metal to ammo will be easier than it would normally be.
“Yeah, but now we have guns we can’t exactly sell.” Jet said with a sigh. “At least we’ve got two tech heads and you’re a gearhead, so we can make use of the metal for repairs or ammo. Anyway, We’re headed for the Bob System-.” PFFT~! “-Okay, what is it?”
“The Bob System?! Someone just named a whole system Bob?!” I cackled, losing control of my body and turning into a woman, my voice going from male to female as I laughed. “Someone clearly loved Titan AE way too much!” I howled and hugged my tits so they stopped quaking.
“What’s Titan AE?” Ed asked and I gasped in horror!
“Rivala! I wish for a copy of Titan AE playable on our entertainment system!” I shouted up at Rivala, who hadn’t downsized yet and she shrugged before waving a hand and a classic plastic DVD case that had a tiny data chip inside instead of a disc fell into my clutches. “To the common room!” I grabbed Ed’s arm as I ran past, dragging her with me. This girl needs some culture!
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“Luster, that was very unlike Silver. You’re the biggest change in our lives, Relic tech notwithstanding. Any idea?” Jet asked the pink unicorn with a mixture of suspicion and worry.
“Well, the gender change and Argent Composition traits will make obvious changes, but that was very out of character, I must admit.” Luster said with a scratch at her maneless head.
“Oh, well, Silver didn’t ask me to keep quiet about it. Luster, Silver’s been Displaced.” Rivala said to the group as she shrunk down, her extra mass being stored away in her inventory.
“What?! When?! What method?!” Luster demanded, clutching the now average-height goo-fairy by the shoulders and shaking the red mare, smishing their equally huge boobs together.
“Wah~! Stop shaking me~!” Rivala whined and wobbled in place until her goo settled. “Silver said that we were in some sort of time-loop and the first difference this time from before was that they now had two sets of memories or something. Ask her for more.”
“What’s a Displaced?” Spike asked curiously and Luster bit her lip worriedly.
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“So, this is where Silver’s crew found that Zaku Warrior.” Amelia commented as she descended the ramp of the submersible shuttle with Jim in the Strike Dagger having just climbed out of the water. While not amphibious by design, the Strike Dagger was surprisingly waterproof, which made some sense since it was designed for vacuum.
“Interlopers! You live only because you have divine blood amongst you!” Jim inwardly squeaked in fear at the sight of the white skaven phantom that appeared before Amelia, who had thankfully drained her womb before leaving the Legacy. “You are too late to retrieve the whole bounty of this place, but there still remains a good cache of resources.”
“Your presence has value as always, Cadet Hawkins.” Amelia smiled up at him and Jim sheepishly ‘scratched’ his head before realizing that the Strike Dagger had just done so.
“Not only the pilot, but also within your womb.” The rat stated before turning away and Amelia’s tail flicked happily while Jim felt utterly flustered at the surprised expressions of the soldiers accompanying Amelia on the shuttle. “I shall lead you to the secondary vaults. They are mostly empty like the primary vault is now, but they should serve you well.”
“Excellent.” Amelia purred, but the way her hips swayed and her tail wiggled along with the emotions she was broadcasting told him that she wasn’t talking about the Relic technology. “I hope one of the coveted Navel Pearls is among the collection.”
“Of course! While the previous claimants took a good amount, there remains a barrel of the wondrous gifts of the Trinity.” The ghost declared as he led them through the derelict giant hall and to the end, where the main doors of what must be the primary vault were clearly open, but two smaller doors to the sides were still closed. “The Descendents of Cocoa and Cynder did not have the time to open the other vaults due to being pursued. While I assume you are those pursuers, my duty is to provide the contents to any divine being that comes here.”
“How fortuitous. At least this loss has a silver lining. Open them up, Cadet Hawkins.” At Amelia’s order, Jim approached the door on the right and unlocked the handles that appeared, then did the same for the opposite doors. “Good man, now start transferring what you can towards the entrance. Men! Begin loading the shuttle and send for others to come. It’ll take all day with several shuttles to ferry this all to the Legacy even with our Inventories.”
“Yes, General!” Jim along with everyone else replied and he carefully knelt down and picked up a metal container to move it as ordered. Only Amelia even noticed that the ghost faded away with a relieved expression on his face and she saluted with a sad smile.
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“That was so cool! It gave me tons of ideas! A planet-maker like the Titan is totally possible with Relic tech! Nexus even created livable worlds in her womb-forge before, so I guess with her around back then, nobody thought to make one themselves!” Ed gushed excitedly, almost vibrating with glee as she hugged Ein to her stomach where the corgi panted and enjoyed the shaking of his chosen person.
“I’m glad ya took away so much from it, lass.” I chuckled and rubbed her ginger head crest. “Well, that was a nice trip down memory lane, but since I’m the gearhead of the crew, I’d better head back to the hangar and start breaking down those guns into more manageable parts.”
“This late? It’s way past bedtime.” Ed said and I blinked before I looked up at the clock above the entertainment screen. Whoa, it’s past 9pm on the ship’s day/night cycle.
“Woof, yeah, bad idea then, lass. You head to bed, I won’t keep everyone up with the noise.” I got up and blinked down at Ed when she hugged me, planting her face in my boobs. “Uh, what’s up, lass? Need to talk?” I rubbed her back as she nuzzled my hefty bosom.
“You’re a lot nicer than you used to be.” Ed muffled into my tits and I froze, remembering that I’m not just one person anymore, I’m two, fused into one. “Also, you’re big and squishy now.” She hugged me tighter and buried her face deeper in my bust. “Mmph, soft hug.” Aw~.
“Hug all ya like, lass.” I smiled and rubbed her crest, only idly wondering when I got comfortable in my womanly form. “Not too much, though. Ya’ve gotta get some shut-eye if yer gonna be any good in the morn.” I bent down and smooched her brow, making Ed light up with a smile and then she took Ein with her out of the common room, where Luster was leaning in the doorway with a tender expression. “Hey, how long have ya been there?” I asked bashfully.
“Long enough for you to stab me in the ovaries with that parental display you just put on.” Luster leered lustfully and I perked up eagerly to fulfill whatever carnal desire she had. “No, no. As much as I would like to, we can’t. Down girl.” Aw. “Anyway, I just came to get you for bed. Just because I don’t think snu-snu is a good idea right now doesn’t mean I don’t want to cuddle.”
“Ya vile wench! Ya deviant! Ya tempt me with something so blasphemous as cuddling?!” I hammed and she giggled as she took my hand and pulled me along down to the crew quarters. “Lewd hand-holding too~?! My room or yer’s? After ya cleaned out the bottles, I don’t think there’s much left in my room.” Aside from clothes, I didn’t have much in my room.
“Hm? Our room?” She questioned coyly as she brought us to my room, which now had Luster’s stuff in it. O-oh. She’s already moved in. If this was my human-half’s world, red flags would be flying and alarms would be blaring, but my slime-half felt overjoyed enough that all niggling worries about this sudden development died quiet, whimpering deaths. “Silver. I have a confession to make.” The door closed before that red flag could get me to escape.
“What would that be, lass?” I asked in concern as she looked into my eyes with joy.
“I’ve...never been with anyone, not seriously. My mentor told me that I was special, that I shouldn’t just mate anyone. Well, you’re not just anyone. Even if you weren’t a Displaced, I would feel this same overwhelming desire to be with you after just one kiss.” Luster Dawn proclaimed and bit her lip. “To tell you how serious I am, know that our time together in the reactor tub was the first time I’ve ever been penetrated by someone.”
“R-really? Ya seemed so confident.” I was both horrified and impressed. I went at a technical virgin with no restraint and she didn’t show any signs of strain, pain or otherwise.
“That’s because I’m a horny mare with toys aplenty. Also, to make sure I couldn’t get pregnant, I only had girlfriends who became friends later.” Luster told me before pulling me towards the bed. “Now, lie down and take off that suit. I want to feel your slime on my skin.”
“Yes, mu’um~.” I purred and stripped for her, purposefully doing it slowly and licking my lips.
“Heh, you clearly still act like a man. You have to shake your shoulders, shimmy your hips. You don’t have to thrust your pelvis forward so much or try to emphasize your stomach.” Luster redressed me much to my surprise. “Now, follow me. Roll the shoulder, yes, like that. Now, instead of presenting your groin, present your chest. You don’t want to give up the goods that quickly.” Luster instructed me with demonstration and I followed without question.
...I’m being coached in how to strip-tease like a woman...I’m oddly okay with this.
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“That is a big sword. Why is it not a beam weapon?” A soldier asked while looking up at the ludicrously large shield/sword at the back of the left vault. It was the last thing being taken from this ruin because Jim was the only one capable of ferrying it since none of the Rodi loadouts on the Legacy were aquatic. Neither was the Strike Dagger, but at least it wouldn’t take on water.
“I believe this may be one of the rare weapons intended for Nexus’s alternative energy efforts. Remember that we’re only as stable as we are because of her efforts to ease our reliance upon Argent and Eezo in the past. While both are theoretically infinite, places where such energy sources are not abundant suffered. This may utilize the fabled Solar Reactor.” A unicorn engineer, who had been brought down on another shuttle for safety analysis, answered.
“Okay, well I’m taking it, so-.” Jim reached out to it, only for the system to ping. “Uh...the Strike Dagger is getting an update! What do I do?!”
“Activating Solar Reactor, linking to new weaponry, Solar Blade.” The system declared and a rainbow of light particles emitted from the weapon and the Strike Dagger before Jim followed the prompt to install the weapon on the right forearm, which slotted into place nicely. “Installation complete. Strike Dagger has been upgraded to Strike Sword.”
Was that a joke? Did the system just joke? “Cadet Hawkins! Return to the Legacy at once! The Strike Dagger needs to go through immediate review!” Yeah, seriously, starting with changing the name with the forearm-mounted giant fuck-off broadsword.
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I woke up feeling dandy. Quite so. I had a beauty in my arms who also had her snout buried in my bosom. I felt myself smile and I kissed the brow of the pink beauty who was starting to grow some beautiful orange hair on her head and likely on her dock. I slithered out of her grasp and to the floor where I slipped my white bodysuit back on and then put on my limb armor.
I slunk out and went to the galley. “Morning. I see Ed’s still asleep.” I plopped into my usual chair and sighed down at the brick of dried rations. At least unlike the others I don’t need to use water to-. “Why are you staring?” I looked around at Jet, Spike and Faye, who were looking at me with visible concern.
“John or should I start calling you Jane?” Jet said pointedly and I flushed before I morphed into my male form. “We know you’re not who you used to be.” Oh crap! “Don’t panic! We understand that, you are still John Silver, but you’re also someone else. Who are you?”
“I was John Sullivan. A human who lived a boring life doing boring things, but dreamed of incredible sights and stories. I’m two minds about everything, but I’m not two people; I’m just Silver. Coming to terms with the fragility of individuality was one of the first things I had to deal with.” I sighed and then morphed back to my new true form to look at my shelf of heaving hooters. “I am far more open to things like this than the Silver you know, so, yay?”
“Won’t get any complaints from me. You’re certainly much nicer to be around.” Faye shrugged, essentially declaring the subject dropped as she nibbled at her ‘food’. Damn rations suck.
“As long as you are who you choose to be, I can accept that you’ve been possessed by another soul.” Spike also accepted and I looked at Jet with worry. He was the oldest living friend I have besides Rivala. Human me didn’t have anyone as close as Silver did with Jet or Rivala.
“I’m of similar mind. You’re still the John I knew, you’ve just grown into a new stage of your life. Although, since you’re clearly favoring your feminine side, I think we might as well just call you Jane Silver.” Jet declared and got nods from the other two.
“Thanks guys. This means a lot to me. Even if it’s because it’s my base form, it’s so comfortable being this way. I’ll use my male form for things like piloting or engineering, but otherwise I’m going to just relax and let it all hang out.” I joked with a roll of my shoulders making my breasts dance delightfully, causing everyone to stare. Heh~. I think I enjoy being female more anyway.
“Please don’t do that.” Jet said while covering his eyes. “I don’t want to think of my oldest friend like that.” Jet’s words sparked something in me and I felt my face grin evilly. “W-what is that look?” At his horrified question, Faye laughed heavily.
“You fool! You don’t tell your friend of the opposite sex not to tease you! Now she’s obligated to do it!” Faye declared and I felt a thrill of schadenfreude fill me as I wagged my eyebrows at Jet.
Besides...he is rather...handsome? Oh...oh no. “G-gotta go!” I jumped to my paws, ignoring how my tits quaked as I grabbed my brick of rations and crammed it into my mouth before I fled. W-what was that train of thought?! I never thought of men that way before! I entered my quarters in time to see Luster emerge from the bathroom and I rushed up to her to shake her by the shoulders. “Luster! I just had sexy thoughts about men! What have ya done to me?!”
“S-tah-ah-ahp shaking me~!” Luster squeaked and I stopped smacking our chests together. Right, big boobers means less space in the front. “W-what did you expect? You’re an Argent Slime. You’re genetically coded to enjoy all vices of Sex regardless of source so long as it doesn’t hit a hard wall. There’s no kink-shaming a slime anyway.”
“Yes, but I just fantasized about Jet! My oldest friend! I feel so gross for thinking of him like that!” I fretted as I paced the room while Luster went to the dresser. I only just noticed she’s naked. Wow, I’m shaken up if Luster’s perfect body was just a footnote.
“Well, that’s expected. You know him, you clearly like him if he’s your friend, he is rather ruggedly handsome. Just ask if he’s up for a-.” I silenced her blasphemy with a blast of sticky goo from my left hand on her muzzle!
“Silence! I reject yer old-world mentality and assert that it’s weird for friends to just be casual fuckbuddies in reality! Ya only do that with someone ya trust intrinsically and would do anything-oh fuck Jet’s a viable fuckbuddy!” I wailed in dismay and plopped on my back on our bed. “I mean, he’s clearly not interested, me being who I am squicks him out...why am I even considering this~?!” I whimpered and covered my eyes with my hands.
“Wow, society back in my time was so open with these things, seeing someone stress about it is a good bit of culture shock for me.” Luster commented as she pulled a utility jumpsuit up her legs and then shimmied her hips into them before she started zipping up. “Hey, can you help me pull the sleeves on and get the zipper over my breasts?”
“Ugh, sure thing, dear heart.” I sighed and got up, helping my mare into the orange jumpsuit that in Human me’s world would imply being an escaped convict, but Slime me’s universe told me was a universal indicator that the wearer was an engineer. “So, what’s with the suit?”
“Someone’s gotta check on the Zaku Warrior and I’m the person most familiar with Relic tech aboard this ship, so I’m going straight to the hangar after breakfast.” Luster said before we got the zipper over her glorious gazongas. Then she suddenly opened my suit and lifted my left breast before she started sucking, making me gasp!
“L-Luster~?” I petted her head as she supped from me and I bit my lip, feeling odd. It was incredible, different from anything either of my past selves had experienced. I was providing nutrition to someone and she was even kneading and groping my sensitive boobs, making me feel pleasure from the act. “Mm~. Drink up, lass~.” I breathed out before she got on her knees, opening my suit further. “H-hey now-uhn~...” I grunted as I leaned back against the dresser.
She’s eating me out. I-I’ve never...this feels better than fapping with a dick or fingering. I moaned and panted, petting Luster’s head and scratching her ears as she lapped up my cunny honey while she groped my ass and thighs. Ah! Ah~! My vision went wobbly and I was now sitting on the bed, Luster still ravenously munching my muffin.
“L-Lusty~. I c-can’t~!” I squealed and came again. S-so this is what a genuine female orgasm is like. Instead of reaching a peak and coming down to work back up-. “Uhn~!” A-again~?! She’s just driving me into-! “Guh~!” I was on my back, a drooling wreck left mewling and moaning until she finally released my singing snatch from her devilish tongue. “Oh~...” Fucking, wow~...
“Gosh you taste amazing. Thanks for breakfast, babe.” Luster crawled atop me, smishing our chests together and kissing me, which I returned sloppily before she got up, gently patted my thigh and then sauntered out of our room with a pep in her step.
For me though? I’m just...gonna take a nap...zzz…
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Jim wasn’t upset with the idea of being taken off the active roster for a bit since the Strike Sword needed research done on it. He was, however, a bit unsettled by the new task set before him. “A-all of them?” Jim asked Amelia uneasily while looking between her and the several volunteers cleared for breeding duties that he had the duty of knocking up.
“Indeed. I’m not surprised that so many of the ladies aboard this ship have incredible needs to fulfill, but I am impressed with how many of said ladies are willing to volunteer for breeding. Then again, it is paid for and the offspring are handed off to capable caretakers in case they cannot raise them.” Amelia said as she pulled on his leash. A leash. Amelia somehow knew how to get Jim’s lusts roaring!
“So I won’t get to see them?” Jim asked sadly as he let his mistress pull him along.
“Only if you want to. You will have many and they will be spread all over the Three Galaxies. You may not have the time to visit them all with the sheer number of your offspring the UnSC wants available in the future. Now then, ladies, line up on the bed.” Amelia’s smile was evil~!

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Ch.9
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.

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Ch.10
Ch.10
Uncle Chan is scary~! He somehow knew that Luster was an Ancient from before the Fall. Either she displayed too much knowledge or something, but he told us that he was glad to see someone else from the good old days and offered to supply us with any antiques we may need, so long as they are not part of his personal collection.
After basically declaring himself to be a interstellar stalker that could pop up at convenience, I managed to pull an excited Luster Dawn out of his shop before Jackie Chan, Jade Chan or even fucking Tohru could show up and pull us into insanity. “Geez, Cloudy. Ever since you came into my life, it’s been anything besides boring, but back there was crazy.”
“Hm? Oh! Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t realize that was The Uncle. He was alive back in the day too. I think he’s a Perpetual or something, because aside from divinity, slime or changelings, aging is still a thing last I knew.” Luster said while still holding the rusty flask she bought. “Anyway, this thing is going to be so perfect once I get it fixed! All our biological resources will be covered.”
“What even is that thing?” I asked my girlfriend in bemusement and she beamed brightly.
“It’s an Urta Flask! These things are connected directly to her breasts and balls and provide the infinite Argent Slime goodness within. I didn’t have one because I never got pregnant and the vault didn’t have any because that was a tech cache, not a resource cache.” Luster informed me and I looked at the flask in intrigue. “That said, when I fix it, all you have to do is drink up and-.”
“Whoa, whoa. Why am I drinking a goddess’s milk and cum? The little bit ya gave me in your alchemy did such incredible things to me.” I hissed quietly at her and she smiled deviously.
“Infinite biomass~.” Luster fluttered her eyes at me and I blushed. Right. The more mass I have, the more I can give to the reactor, the more I can provide food in emergencies, all that good stuff. Not to mention, the more wild I can go with my body. I’ve learned more about my species in the past few days than I thought I knew for the past few centuries.
“Good point. Now, let’s get some materials from this warehouse store.” Ah, Pick-A-Part. Always reliable sources of scrap, even if this is for ships and not cars.
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*Shrip!* Jim winced when his pants tore and he pouted down at the traitorous piece of clothing. The white changeling stallion looked into the mirror at the bigger person. By gosh, he’s gained maybe 30 pounds of weight from this growth spurt. He was slightly below average height before, now he stood just below six feet tall and his scrawny frame had wider shoulders and thicker yet wiry muscles.
If he’d known sex would do him so good, he would’ve probably thrown himself into the same profession his species had been forced into rather than placate his mother by finding actual employment. “Cadet Hawkins-oh. I see we’ll need to update your uniform. Put on something that fits, I’m your instructor.” Commander Arrow said without concern and Jim quickly grabbed some looser clothing more suited to being sleepwear. “Follow me.”
“I’m surprised. With Captain General Smollett pregnant, I assumed you’d be in charge.” Jim commented while tightening the drawstrings of his soft pants and tying them tight.
“Pregnancy is nothing to a strong woman like the captain. Even with how efficient of a breeder you are, she’s more than capable of running this ship. Especially thanks to those convenient size-reduction jewels.” Commander Arrow replied while guiding Jim to the elevator and selecting the training floor. “What experience do you have with melee combat, Cadet Hawkins?”
“Besides a few alley brawls and the single CQC session I’ve had, none.” Jim admitted as he adjusted his shirt, which was clinging to him well enough it might as well be a muscle shirt.
“Believe it or not, that’s a good thing. Better that you learn proper combat techniques from scratch than have to train yourself out of bad habits.” Arrow stated before getting off the elevator and leading Jim directly to a mat. Jim didn’t even get to do anything before Arrow grabbed him by the shoulder and tossed him ass over tea kettle onto the mat! “Get up! You cannot let yourself be put on the ground! If you do, get up immediately!”
For someone who couldn’t put inflection in his voice, Arrow sounded quite intense!
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I sighed after I finished filling the tank of the Zaku Warrior’s Argent reactor and closed the fuel port located on it’s back. They’ve gotta run on something, after all. Sure, it had an Eezo core for enhanced flight capabilities, but those took ages to go through their energy when other power systems were used for things like, say, moving the mobile suit itself. If this thing tried to run entirely off the Element Zero Drive Core, it’d short out in minutes.
I wish that black box I found would activate. It’s clearly some sort of power generation considering it’s hooked into the power system with the other two reactors. “Everyone, report to the bridge. It’s time we talked to 47 again.” Jet announced over the intercom and I jumped down to the floor of the hangar before walking to the bridge.
“Hey you.” I perked up at the voice of my lover and I cooed when she groped my ass through my shorts and hooked her neck on my left shoulder. “You’ve been busy all day.” She tugged on my tail and I grunted in aroused approval.
“Hey, we’re gonna be leaving soon. I’d rather have everything ready before we go wherever we’re going.” I pressed back against my lovely pink mare as she kissed the crook of my neck. “Oh~, Lusty, not now. We’re supposed to go to the bridge.” I bit my lip when her left hand that wasn’t occupied with my tail reached around and then down into the front of my shorts. “Uhn~...”
“Sorry. You’re so damn sexy that I can’t help myself sometimes.” Luster crooned and fingered me, leaving me to lean against her and pant as I gently squeezed her wrist with my left hand while my armored right hand groped my breasts. “Mm, you need this, don’t you~?”
“Y-ya insatiable wench. Ya did this to me.” I breathily said as her fingers writhed in my gooey quim, only for me to stiffen when the fingers merged into a single, large shape and thrust into me! “Guh~!” I stumbled into a wall as Luster kept fucking me with her hand! Did she just turn her fingers into a cock?! “L-Lusty~! W-what is-ahn~!” She’s vibrating in me~! Ah~!
“Oh yeah. Sing for me.” Luster growled hungrily and kept ramming her hand-penis into me without even moving from the position she had entrapped me with. Said alien appendage grew bigger and bigger inside of me as it vibrated and thrust in rapid, short movements that sent me into orgasm faster than I could imagine. I devolved into a babbling and shaking mess on the floor until Luster moaned and panted in her own release, which thankfully didn’t include cum. I don’t think I could handle processing it in my dumbstruck state. “Oof, sorry babe. I needed that.”
“Guh…” I grunted and felt woefully empty when her fingers returned to normal and she withdrew her hand from my shorts to lick my feminine slime from them. Damn it, my shorts are soaked. At some point, my nips did the same to my tank top. “Ya made me make such a mess, lass.” I huffed and focused on reabsorbing my fluids, leaving no evidence of our sudden tryst. “Hot damn, Lusty. What was that about?”
“I was horny, that’s basically it.” Luster shrugged with a sheepish expression. “I got really turned on thinking about us having fun in the reactor tub tonight since you need to top off the reactor if we want the Conduit ready for a jump.” Luster leaned into my back and wrapped her arms around my waist as she nuzzled my ‘fluffy’ neck. “I can’t believe how wonderful it is to have someone to love, you know?” My loins were already hot, but now she made my heart melt.
“Lusty. I can’t express how wonderful ya made me feel with those words, lass.” I leaned back and nuzzled her in return while my hands threaded my fingers with her’s. If my tail wasn’t trapped against her stomach, it’d be wagging fast enough to produce an air current.
“As cute as this is, you two need to actually go to the bridge when Jet calls for a meeting.” Faye’s voice interrupted our tender moment and I looked up at the hippogriff to see her pleased expression. Faye may be a bit of a bitch, but she had her tender side too. “C’mon, get up.” She reached down and we both used her talons to help ourselves off the floor.
“Sorry. Silver was being her stupid-sexy self, daring to walk along with dat ass sashaying in front of me, so I had to get handsy.” Luster apologized without meaning it, but I was too pleased to care and my tail was indeed now wagging like it was trying to fan something.
“TMI. As cute as it is that you’re a couple, I’d rather not taint the precious image I saw with lewd.” Faye was smiling despite her words as we entered the bridge.
“About damn time. I know we’re docked, but please remember to respond to summons when you’re on board.” Jet groused at us and I joined Luster in nodding in acknowledgement. “Alright, Ed, call 47.” At the command, Ed promptly brought up her Omni and started a call.
“Heya mister 47 guy, we accept your job offer.” Ed said the moment it connected.
“Pleased Statement: Splendid. The first task should give you more options in combat.” 47 brought up an image of a merchant ship with a few UnCS patrol boats around it. The statistics that were brought up with the image was one mobile worker for each patrol boat, light weapons and that the merchant ship was ferrying Mobile Suit parts. “Neutral Statement: your target is the merchant ship that has parts of a new Rodi loadout dubbed: GM Baron Rodi.”
“Gundam? You want us stealing parts for a Gundam?” Spike demanded and I felt a surge of excitement. Gundams, in the local terminology, were the prototypes for mass-production models to follow. Technically, the Zaku Warrior is a Gundam since it was the first mobile suit produced by the Machine Goddess, Nexus. Though if it was just a brand new loadout for a Rodi, unless the armor was a huge leap in quality, it wouldn’t really be considered a Gundum.
“Essentially yes. Though I would not call a few parts a Gundam. Since this is meant to be a secret asset delivery, the defending units are sparse, but the likelihood of a rapid response team is high. The goal would be to get in, get the parts, then get out. Once secured and the contents confirmed, I will provide you a Rodi frame to mount the system on.” 47 stated as the projected hologram from Ed’s omni turned off.
“Who will be using it?” I asked with a shrug. “I have a Zaku Warrior, I’m covered.”
“I’m not giving up the Swordfish II.” Spike declared with no room for budging.
“I’m pretty attached to Red Tail, but I’m willing to upgrade, so long as Red Tail isn’t sold off. I cheated a Gov out of her fair and square.” Faye said firmly, because ancient or not, the Zaku II has been a mainstay of Gov armies across the three galaxies for a reason. “Besides, better to have a backup in case one of our suits is downed.”
“Hey, I may prefer simpler machines, but as an ISSP operative, I received mobile suit training. If anything, that means if need be, I can deploy in the Red Tail if needed. Where are we headed?” Jet’s question was answered by the navigation console pinging. “Thanks, anything else?”
“Content Farewell: No, that is all, good hunting.” 47 hung up and Jet looked at it with a hum.
“It looks like 47 knows about our advanced travel capabilities. This is back the way we came at the Krukov system, barely a few standard jumps away from Aiur, the HQ of the UnSC in Triangulum. According to the data, it’s just on the way from where the target is being transferred to Aiur from the production plant on Menga.” Jet informed us and pointed at me. “Get fueling.”
“Yay!” Luster cheered and I yelped when she pulled me by my unarmored arm out of the bridge. “I can’t wait! We’re going to have so much fun!”
“L-Lusty, as eager as I am to pleasure you, is this really healthy?” I squeaked when she rounded on me with a manic gleam to her eyes.
“You have no idea how oversexed society was back in my day. This is normal for people back then. If I can’t ravish you and be ravished by you multiple times a day, I might just go crazy!” Luster panted, her face flushed and she smelled ready to make foals. Oh gosh! Is she in heat?! “Now, we are going to fuel the reactor and you are going to fucking fill me!”
“Y-yes mu’um!” My girlfriend is a sex monster and I’m conflicted!
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“So, this is Aiur II?” Jim asked himself as he looked out of the window down at the tropical planet that teemed with life. There were ancient cities across its surface that according to his reading, had been reclaimed by the UnSC for the workforce and their families to live. While that was obviously practical, it felt...disrespectful? Jim wasn’t sure it was right to just resettle these ghost cities like the prior inhabitants never existed.
“Yes, the seat of the UnSC in Triangulum. This is where the local Board of Directors operates from.” Amelia answered anyway from where she moved to stand next to him. “Remember not to speak out of turn, only respond when prompted and for Cadence’s sake, don’t mention our relationship beyond our breeding.” Amelia insisted with fear in her emotions, so Jim nodded.
The shuttle landed without incident and he exited with Amelia to be welcomed by a very secretary-esque gray and black unicorn stallion who even had spectacles for a focused HUD that was obviously linked to his Omni-tool. “Greetings Captain General Smollett. This is the shuttle bearing the impregnated volunteers?”
“Yes. Myself and the ladies on board are all thoroughly bred by Cadet Hawkins here.” Amelia replied with a straight face with even her tail staying still.
“Which is supposedly an astounding 27 volunteers, am I reading this right?” The stallion asked as all of the ladies Jim had knocked up proceeded to exit the shuttle and be received by attendants. I saw Caetana among them and she looked like she wanted to turn her head towards me, but refrained. Fraternization is acceptable, but clearly it might be considered a weakness by the corporate politics here.
“Yes. All analysis lends to theories that Cadet Hawkins is descended directly from Wiatr and Urta down Honey’s changeling heritage.” Amelia gestured to him. “For instance, Hawkins was a rather spindly and short specimen. Every time he orgasms, he displays a surge of physical prowess and his body slightly increases in muscular density and height.”
“Is there a limit?” The stallion asked.
“Well, obviously, the easy way to find that answer is to throw him into a pleasure pit and pull him out after quite some time. I personally would not like to deprive the Strike Sword of it’s registered pilot.” Amelia replied and Jim had to fight making any remarks. Pleasure pit? Yes please, but also please no.
“Fair point. Cadet Hawkins, you will follow the Captain General to the medical labs for a thorough examination.” Labs? What’s this about labs?
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“Mm~! Mmph~!” Lusty moaned around my slime, gulping and quaffing down my goo as I thrust into her vag and anus while sucking milk from her nips. Once more my body was filling the tub in the engineering level and I was the one on the giving end of this, but I was still feeling such intense pleasure that I was left faux-panting as I pawed at her from her side.
“Are ya done yet?” I asked breathily, feeling splendidly satisfied and drained as the Bebop’s reactor pumped my slime away to fuel her reactor’s increased tanks. I’m almost out of mass and soon I’ll be a normal-sized slime once again. Thanks to using the solar sails as a way to give the Bebop’s alias as the Jazz weight, we’d have to keep them stowed when on a job like this. That means using the Drive Core and Argent Reactor more for everything they usually supported.
“Mmph-*gasp*. Almost, fuck.” Lusty panted when I stopped feeding her my goo. “I really, really, really want you to breed me, but that’s a bad idea. Don’t cum in my womb, no matter how much I may want it.” Luster kissed me and I shuddered before I began pumping her ass with ejaculate slime. “Uhn~, so good…” Luster groaned and kissed me some more, swallowing more of me.
I shuddered when I suddenly had no more stored mass and I pulled away from her, keeping the tendrils on her nips and drinking her milk as the tub began to ‘drain’. “I’m out. I hope ya were right about the pumps not taking all of me, lass.” At my words, Luster gasped and desperately climbed out of the tub. “Luster?”
“The sensors might mistake my weight as yours and keep pumping until you’re gone. I’m easily more than 90 kilograms.” Oh, yeah, that’d be bad. I watched myself drain away and got uneasy as my height decreased since I currently had my body ending at the hips where they met the tub full of me. Okay, I’m out.
I climbed out instead of waiting any longer and my spread-out puddle of slime shrank as I reformed my legs until I was back to normal. There was still a good bit left, so I stored it in my inventory. “Well, I’m officially out of spare slime. I guess if I want to get it back, I’ve got to milk ya for that sweet cream.” I licked my lips with hunger at my mare’s breasts and she stuck out her tongue while squeezing them together with her wrists.
“Heh, sure thing. At least until I finish repairing the Urta Flask. Well, even then, you can milk me whenever you want.” Luster winked and went over to our pile of discarded clothes, bending over and presenting that perfect heart-shaped pink ass to me as she picked up her jumpsuit.
“Oh, I will.” I chuckled and slapped her perfect ass before I slid down and filled out my clothes and armor before walking hand-in-hand up towards the lounge.
“What do you mean you won it? How the hell did you win that?!” Spike roared from the direction of the cargo hold. I shared a look with Luster and we headed that direction.
“I fleeced the collector, he was a really bad poker player.” Faye answered just as we walked into the cargo hold where the two were fighting to find the two of them next to a black suit of armor that looked ancient. Luster squealed in excitement and practically teleported next to it with a glomping hug. “Whoa! What the fuck, Luster?!”
“It’s Black Knight Armor! A full suit! These things were rounded up over the ages and the souls trapped within them were freed like the Svartr portion of Wiatr had been! To think that one was still floating around, poor thing.” Luster pet the lupine armor between the ornamented ears.
“So it’s haunted?” Spike asked and began poking the suit in the eyes. He then looked bored like he always did with mystic items before he shrugged and walked off. “I’m going to take a nap. Hopefully we can get a good price for it.”
“Oh no we aren’t! Silver, put it on! We’ll save this poor soul like Willow did for Svartr!” Luster magically disassembled the armor and I yelped when I was suddenly stripped naked!
“H-hey! Let’s talk-mmph!” I was silenced by the helm clamping over my head perfectly and then got to have my slime squeezed into the black manly armor, filling every nook and cranny. The moment I filled it perfectly, it suddenly morphed back to my base form’s shape! “Holy fucknuggets! Not even the best exo-armor the Corps make can do this!”
“That’s possessed armor for you! Wear it constantly until you start hearing voices, then let me know and we’ll talk to the awakened spirit!” Luster gushed excitedly and I looked at Faye, who was dumbstruck and gawking at us.
“This is your armor! You wear it!” I protested and tried to take the armor off. Note: tried. “Let go of me! Get off me! Get yer cold metal off of me!” Rivala! Help me~! My girlfriend is crazy!
Author's Note
sorry about the delay, my job has changed my work days, so I'm kinda adjusting. here's last weeks and this weeks chapters

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Ch.11
Ch.11
“Oh~...” Jim groaned as the white-shelled egg almost the size of his fist popped free of the tip of his ovipositor into the sterile environment of the artificial womb. It was hard for him to get off with the clinical and uncaring stares of hundreds of scientists and robot assistants/scientists observing his oviposition, which was rare enough in non-queen changelings to warrant study.
He wouldn’t protest being a queen, of course not. A changeling queen was the apex of his species, what every ling deep down desired to become. However, he was too attached to being a man to really want to actively pursue becoming one. He already had the best of both worlds without having more than one hole, why would he want to go through the effort for more?
“Thank you for your donation to science, Cadet Hawkins. Please redress and report to the waiting room.” A robotic voice stated coldly over the speakers and Jim looked forlornly at the egg. “Please resist parental instincts and leave the insemination room.” Okay, okay. Geez.
Jim pulled up his uniform trousers and went back to the room he’d entered from. It was like any other clinic examination room, complete with the posters and requisite jar of those oversized lollypop sticks. Jim had to idly ponder over how there’s just some things that never go away.
“Good job on providing the ovum and your semen sample in one go. The last person who had to do that needed feminine assistance to get off with so many people watching.” Jim’s assigned medical doctor, a suspiciously ubiquitous gray and black unicorn stallion who had no nametag, said when he entered.
Jim had noticed that there were no non-ponies staffing the headquarters, not counting robots or droids. They were also all unicorns and all gray-furred, gray-eyed and black-haired. It felt ubiquitous, fake and cold. He could taste emotions from them, yes, but it was...muted. Diluted. Like they were here, but not here at the same time. “Well, I only had sex a few times before all of this.” Jim sighed as he rubbed at his neck, the white changeling was still adjusting.
“Which would make sense how you’re only experiencing the effects of your lineage now. That said, you’re extremely lucky. A Divine Descendant with such potent examples of their ancestors is easily one in a trillion.” The stallion said as he looked over his Omni-tool.
Jim was about to comment when he went ramrod straight from sensations within him.
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I managed to coerce, I mean convince, Faye to wear her rightfully earned haunted armor, which seemed hesitant to shrink the curves of the armor down to her actual size for a moment. I’ve got enough on my plate with Luster and Rivala clinging to me without a clingy needy haunted armor added to the mix. Rivala finally came back to me for snuggles like she used to. I guess she was still getting herself back together and needed the space.
I won’t protest waking up with two beauties on my sides. I’m not sexless or loveless.
I slithered from between them, leaving the two ladies to scoot closer and hug each other in their sleep. So cute and sexy, I’m the luckiest bitch-whoa, female thoughts. Okay...it’s only been over a week and I’m already thinking of myself as a woman instead of as a man. Damn has Luster done a number on me.
Anyway, I went to the bathroom to check myself over, make sure I didn’t form my neck-fluff wrong or something. I spotted a pristine silvery flask with a sexy herm fox on it, a depiction of Urta, the goddess of Fertility, War and Power. “She fixed it already?” I blinked and picked it up, giving it a swish to listen for liquid. It sounded full, which makes sense since it’s never empty.
I opened the cap and took a sip.
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Jim felt himself suddenly ejaculating and he groaned, but nothing came out? “What was that?” The doctor asked and Jim panted, the incredible pleasure seemed to be making his multi-purpose reproductive organ start churning up more semen!
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“Hm, it doesn’t taste like what I would expect of Urta, but...” I licked my lips of the pleasantly fruity purple stuff and took another drink. “Mm~...” *gulp, gulp, gulp*. Fuck it’s good~...
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“Fuck~.” Jim moaned as he fell back against the examination table. “I-I feel like I’m getting a blowjob and I’m cumming-hnng, constantly, but it’s not coming out.” Jim panted as the feeling of being drained intensified.
“That is interesting. Perhaps a Relic is drawing upon your divinity? The most likely culprit is a Flask of Urta, considering we believe you’re her descendent. We cannot trace the thaumic signature considering how many of them exist, but somewhere, someone is drinking your semen or pouring it out for some other purpose.”
“I-I’m getting a remote blowjob?! This would be so hot if I didn’t feel so helpless.” Jim groaned as the culprit just kept going!
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“Mm~.” *gulp, gulp, gulp.* This is fucking great. It’s like the best sweet fruit smoothie ever with a hint of saltiness to enhance it. I’m now ‘bathing’ in the tub of my bathroom, filling it with myself after converting this sweet and salty cum into my biomass. It was also getting me horny, so I was pawing my breasts and masturbating by forming a tendril to fuck my puss too.
“Mm, I thought I heard the sexy sound of someone gulping massive quantities of cum.” Luster mumbled as she stumbled into my bathroom and I moaned when she stepped into me without hesitation, sinking into my surface as I stored the excess away to avoid making a mess of myself. “Ah~, so hot and steamy. Not to mention killing 100% of bacteria just by touching me.”
“Yay! Slime bath!” Rivala cheered and my eyes widened when I saw her flying at the door!
“Woah!” I yelped when Falicia dove into me and I fumbled the flask, dropping it into my surface before I suddenly felt it...draining me? “Uh...is this supposed to drain fluids too?”
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“Holy fuck!” Jim shouted as he felt something go into his ovipositor and baste his organ with intense warmth! “Whoa~!” He panted, spasming and rubbing his lower stomach before pure energy seemed to course through him. “Gng! Grah~!” Jim roared as his muscles exploded in size! His body grew rapidly in height and his shoulders broadened and he roared in a visceral, deep, bestial roar as his fangs enlarged and his purple eyes began glowing bright purple!
“Code Turquoise! Code Turquoise!” The gray unicorn shouted as he fled the room and Jim grew out of his clothes before he began desperately masturbating his utterly massive cock!
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“Whoa! I’m cumming hard!” I moaned when it felt like the flask stopped draining after two gallons and started milking my mass for my seminal slime. “Lusty, what did you do~?” I asked with a pleased lilt to my voice as I ran my hands over my body until they reached my surface, so I traced it with my fingers.
“I repaired it? Obviously not correctly, it’s only supposed to be one-way.” Luster fished around in my goo until she grabbed the flask and took it out of me to pour the purple goodness into me. “Hey, this isn’t Urta’s cum and milk! This is someone else’s cum! Hold on.” Luster cast a spell on it and it gushed the purple stuff until it turned glowing turquoise. Oo~! That’s so much better! It’s not fruity and salty like the other one though. Whoever that was, your cum is delicious!
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Jim came back to his senses on the floor as a panting and utterly satisfied wreck, drenched in his glowing purple cum. There was a large white and silver egg on the floor next to him and he tiredly hugged it to his side. Whatever the fuck just happened, that was incredible. As amazing as it felt to push things out of his body, taking whatever that was in was mind blowing. Maybe he wasn’t giving female genitals a fair shake if that was anything to go by.
Jim flinched when the door burst open and several heavily armed and armored soldiers stormed into the room with guns on him. They didn’t even speak, they promptly went to his head and legs and cuffed his ankles and wrists. He almost snapped the feeble restraints when they touched his egg and he thrashed, hissing and roaring in a deep voice that couldn’t be his.
They blasted him with stun bolts and it took several shots for him to black out.
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I feel like a million credits! I’ve got so much energy from consuming Urta’s fluids that I feel like I could self-propel myself through space! Actually, can’t I already do that? If I shape myself properly and eject air or something from my storage, I could theoretically propel myself in the void. Whatever. We’re on the way to the Krukov system now and at speed it’ll barely take a day.
The reason it took so long getting to Bob from Hogarth was because Jet didn’t want to breach Hogarth VI’s atmosphere at that speed and proximity, not to mention we had the rations to last a few days. Well, now that I’ve got this flask, which tastes better than anything I could possibly eat or drink, I’m going to stop wasting our money on food for me. Especially since I don’t need it.
Urta’s fluids can taste like anything. Usually it tastes like the drinker’s ‘absolute favorite thing’ according to Luster, but it seems to mimic whatever I fancy at the moment. One moment I want a pina colada, boom! The next, a tequila sunrise, boom! Even a cheeseburger, boom! I love this thing~! “Can you not rub that thing against your cheek?” Faye huffed at me in her form-fitting suit of black armor. The longer she wore the Black Knight, the more it seamlessly covered her.
“Yer just envious that I have a magic any-food-or-drink flask and ya don’t.” I declared as I pointed at her while bending over backwards so far that I was looking the other way. Boa Hancock mode Activate~! I am a pirate bitch and you will-whoa, okay, what am I doing?
“Wha-vaaa!” Faye said before she yelped and clutched at her crotch. “Wh-what are you-oh my gosh~!” Faye wailed with an avian shriek followed by ecstatic chirps as she fell on her back, spasming with her hips thrusting. “Yesh~!” Wow! She’s cumming really hard! I watched as the armor morphed into a liquid black slime, like Venom from Spider-Man and then it was under her clothes, then under her feathers, leaving only her beak and talons visibly covered.
“We thank the host for this return to awareness~.” Faye moaned in a weird echo. “We apologize, hold on...there, I am now free of your mental faculties. Thank you dearly Faye Valentine.” A different female voice said with Faye’s beak as the pink hippogriff jumped to her foot-talons and looked herself over. “You are less voluptuous than I am used to, but you’re still quite beautiful, Faye.”
“Th-thanks~.” Faye’s voice said from her own beak as she quivered. “Oh my gosh. Best, orgasm, ever. That was tantric sex, you said? Wow. Silver, the next time I see Luster, I’m kissing that mare for this!”
“Okay...so who is the armor?” I asked them as I accepted reality as it was. Life is crazy now.
“Knight Swerta, Black Hand of Gywn, Sister of Artorias, in line to be a Fifth Knight Candidate.” The huskier voice said from Faye’s lips. That is going to take a bit of getting used to.
“That’s bullshit. I was in your head, you were just a Captain.” Faye huffed in amusement. “It’s fine to bullshit sometimes. However, when introducing yourself to new friends it isn’t cool to pull that.” Faye chided and started walking towards the galley.
“Why~.” Swerta mewled with disappointment before they were out of earshot.
I think I should probably stop hanging out in the halls on break. Weird shit keeps happening.
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Jim woke up floating in a ring with a magic limiter on his horn. Hey, this is the sort of imprisonment reserved for super-strong entities with powerful magic too. If he was a member of the Jedi Order from Star Wars, he’d absolutely be Obi-Wan captured by Count Dooku or Mister Incredible captured by Syndrome. Even the bottom rung of society had access to such ancient vid archives for free. It was part of what kept the lower rungs content and entertained.
“Cadet Hawkins, are you mental faculties in full order?” A robotic voice quizzed and he grunted.
“As much as ever.” Jim grumbled and then licked his fangs. They were much longer, obnoxiously so. If he moved his head down to press his chin into his pecs and whoa were those pecs, his fangs touched said hemispheres of shiny white chitin. “What happened?”
“Your doctor declared a Code Turquoise and we moved to secure you after your throes of transformation were through. Whatever happened, it has awakened your divinity. You are now a proper Demigod.” The robotic voice answered and Jim blinked. A Demigod? Well, that’s...he doesn’t feel different, not really. Just fine and dandy. “The Counselor will see you now.”
Counselor? The door opened and in walked, surprise; a gray and black unicorn in the gray UnSC officer uniform that had the rank of Lieutenant General on his chest. “Good evening. You gave us quite the scare, Cadet Hawkins. Ascending out of nowhere in an exam room. Quite audacious.” The stallion’s ‘better than thou’ tone instantly grated on Jim’s nerves, but he wasn’t going to risk his shell by mouthing off someone so important.
“Sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t expect it to happen.” Jim replied earnestly. He was extremely vulnerable right now, floating in a containment ring in the buff. Whatever the UnSC wanted from him, he’d give it, so long as it wasn’t his life or the life of someone he cherished.
“Certainly not. After all, the report says you were unaware of your lineage until Captain General Smollett’s intuition pinged when she saw you. In case you weren’t aware, she has weak heritage leading back to Sabrina, the covcat wife of the gods who founded the sorely-missed terraforming departments of the Fallen Empire.” The Counselor informed him. Wow this guy liked to hear his own voice.
“I had a feeling she was special.” Jim commented, hoping his prompting would have the guy get on with it.
“Indeed, she wouldn’t hold the second-highest rank in the UnSC navy if she didn’t. Now then, I’ve rambled enough.” Thank Urta. “I am here to give you your marching orders. You are to rejoin Captain General Smollett on the Legacy and track down the pirate John Silver. He is in possession of an invaluable asset vital to our plans going forward. You do not need to know these plans, you do not need to know more than you do now.” Wow, that isn’t suspicious.
“I’ll train up while we hunt him down.” Jim declared and the unicorn smiled darkly.
“Splendid, I’ll have you escorted to your shuttle immediately.” As the Counselor said this, two burly soldiers in full armor entered and helped him down before almost frog-marching him through the complex to the landing pad, where he was practically tossed up the ramp and it closed behind him.
“Hawkins.” Jim looked up at the tender voice to see Amelia looking down at him with shock and he stood...and stood and stood! He towered over her now! He was just barely at her height before! He must be over 7 feet tall now! “So this is what a Demigod looks like?” Amelia drifted close and she began running her hands over his chitin, tracing his rippling musculature and he could taste her lust roaring at her to do something fun about his nudity.
“Amy, are you okay?” Jim asked worriedly as he looked over the deceptively fit woman, who glared at him for the shortening of her name, but it softened and the taste of Love reached him.
“Considering I had to have the eggs and embryos within me removed to be grown in artificial wombs for guaranteed health and safety of the young, yes.” Amelia groused, the taste of loss and regret touched his tongue and he wrapped her in his thick, burly arms. Safety and comfort were her emotions as she nestled her face into his pecs. “You filled me with 47 children, Jim.”
“Bwuh?!” Jim choked and felt flush as he looked down at her and Amelia smiled wistfully with more regret and longing in her emotions. Clearly she wanted to try and bear them all. “Whoa, sorry.” He’d have to watch his instincts in the future.
“Don’t be. It was incredible, it would’ve been wonderful to bear you a litter of such prodigious size. I’m sure all of the ladies who have undergone the same procedure feel the same, even if they don’t feel what I do.” Amelia climbed up using his arms like solid bars to lift herself up and she kissed him with Love. He groaned into her lips and hugged her to him as her dangling legs curled up and her tail wagged happily. “*Smooch* I’m mature enough to know what I feel.”
“But I’m so young, so inexperienced, so-mm~...” She shut him up with another kiss and he held her until she wiggled to be put down and he complied. “Alright, your offer to be my mate is gladly accepted since you won’t take a concerned no for an answer. What’s the first order of business, General?” Jim asked his official mate with a saucy grin that got Amy’s emotions buzzing.
“First? You’re carrying me to my ready room and we’re going to fuck like rabbits in heat. This time, I’ll be in restraints. I have nothing that will fit you. Although, we’ll be forced to use condoms and no oviposition. Any eggs will have to be shipped back to Aiur II and I’d rather not have to terminate any standard pregnancies.” Amelia said with disappointment and frustration bleeding through her emotions. “Then you go back to training while we track down hints of Silver’s whereabouts. That damn pirate and I have history, so I’m quite glad for this assignment.”
“Got it…” Jim turned to look at the rest of the ladies on the ship, each one he’d bred before. Caetana was at the front and they all had lustful hunger in their emotions that made him gulp. “Uh...hey ladies-gah! Put me down! No~!” Jim playfully wailed in false despair as the crowd of women all practically fought over who would get to ride his bologna pony.
Only Amelia and Caetana had any Love for him, but the other ladies were too intent on having a piece of him to not want him again. This reminded him of a myth his mother liked to tell him of the ancient Changeling Behemoths who, before Corruption, were the epitome of masculinity and paternal guidance to the changeling race.
Considering he towered over most people and likely was only matched in height and brawn by wookies, krogans and elcorians along with some earth ponies likely meant he was now a Behemoth. Something that had been extinct before the founding of the Empire.
Jim grunted when one of the cat-taurs, catkuts, suddenly pawed at his groin and the armor over his genital slit parted to reveal his towering two foot long manness that was easily as thick as a commercial soda 2-liter. The feline meowed happily and went to impale her pussy on him. “Cease and desist immediately! Ladies! Have some restraint! There is a strict no breeding policy with Cadet Hawkins as of a half hour ago!” Amelia shouted with her tail bristled.
Her jealousy and protectiveness touched him almost as much as her Love. “Sorry ladies, she’s right. We need to use contraception and condoms.” Jim announced and they all whined in disappointment and frustration. “Look at it this way, it means more role playing beyond me being your breeding stud.”
The cheers were enough to drown out the shuttle’s takeoff.

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Ch.12
Ch.12
It was pretty tense. This would be our first time acting as pirates. While I may be an old hand at it, the others were, at best, minor delinquents. Going from committing misdemeanors to outright piracy was a huge leap. At least the plan was to get in, get the goods, get out. The less death inflicted on the target, the better. Of course, the plan was for none of us to die, which was laughable in reality, but we’re a small, elite team. We should be good. Shut it, Murphy!
I was in my male form in the Mobile Trace System of the Zaku Warrior, ready to launch first. Rivala was already at her full size and formed her crystal exo-armor over the Warrior, which was now properly equipped with a 90mm SMG in the right hand and the heat hawk in the left. I would disable the ship’s thrusters and Spike would get the weapons of the gunboats.
“Alright, we’re about to enter the Krukov system. The moment we’re in, we’ll beeline for the ambush point.” Jet informed us and I got ready in case we were late enough that the convoy was already in-system. Thankfully or not, I was left to hurry up and wait, meaning we were here before our target.
“Hey, Silver?” Rivala’s voice echoed from the Zaku’s systems, so that meant this was a direct message since she’s linked to it.
“Yeah, lass?” I asked as I struggled not to move. Downside to the MTS; since it’s a 1:1 of movement, you can’t sit down without the mobile doing the same. Thankfully I’m a slime, so the only issue is trying not to fidget. Also thankfully, there was tactile feedback when holding things.
“I know it’s weird to you, but can I join your relationship with Luster?” Rivala meekly asked and I blinked in confusion.
“I thought ya already were, lass. Ya’ve been with me longer than anyone, ya know me. If Luster wasn’t in the picture and ya woke up, why, I would’ve been yer mate right away. Have ya talked to Luster about this?” I asked my dearest, oldest friend and hopefully now mate and she made a pleased hum that made my membrane tingle and I longed for my true womanly form.
“She was the one who told me to ask you. Thank you, Silver. You have no idea how happy this makes me.” Rivala chirped and I patted her crystal shell on the Zaku’s chest with a wrist.
“Back at ya, luv.” I chuckled before I felt the ship decelerate. “Oi, Jet. I’m about ready to do fuckin’ cartwheels, are we in position?”
“I’ve hidden the Bebop in the hollow of an asteroid near the route the convoy is supposed to take through the system. I’m going to open up the hangar so you all can launch immediately. All hands, either be in a ship, mobile or out of the hangar deck in five minutes.” Jet informed us and then five minutes later, the hangar turned into a vacuum as the Bebop reclaimed as much atmosphere as she could and then opened the deck.
I launched immediately, headed for another nearby asteroid with Spike and Faye doing the same. We don’t want the target realizing where our mothership was, because the Bebop was unarmed. We really need to fix that. Not just for space combat either, she is sea-worthy.
Once I was nestled on a space rock, now came the long and torturous process of-. “Picking up several FTL signatures!” Ed warned us and I felt a mixture of anxiety and relief. We got here just in time. A few minutes later and we’d be doing this by the seat of our pants. “Scan complete! That’s our target!” Excellent! We’ve just gotta wait until they’re close enough to spring the trap.
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“I just want to love~.” Lucatiel sang in the cockpit of her Worker Rodi doing some minor hull repair. The griffin hen cursed micro meteors for sanding ships while in FTL. She suddenly spotted thrusters in the cold dark of space speeding towards the Hawthorne. “What the-?”
Lucatiel screeched in fear when a streak of blue-green light went straight for where she was at the aft end of the ship near the thrusters and whatever happened caused her Rodi’s cameras to glitch, but she could feel whatever that was had sent her suit flying ass over tea kettle through space! The engineer frantically went through the recovery process with her heart in her ears.
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Woops. Sorry, I hope whoever you are, you get back to your ship okay. At least I didn’t hit it directly. I turned from the crippled delivery craft for the nearest gunboat opposite where Spike and Faye were approaching from to help them disable the escort guns.
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Lucatiel sobbed in hysterical fear as she gunned the thrusters for the brown dot on her viewscreen. The Hawthorne was a contracted delivery ship, so it didn’t stick to the gunmetal gray colors of the UnSC like the gunboats. If she could get back to dock, she might be okay! Why did she have to get a good-paying job as a mobile suit engineer pilot~?!
While she was desperately heading for the grainy brown dot, the rear-view camera hazily displayed a gigantic UnSC ship had just dropped out of FTL in the distance! She squeaked as she tried to get her Worker Rodi to fly faster towards safety, away from the new source of danger. Contracted or not, the UnSC were too trigger happy for her comfort!
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Jim was shocked at the alert about a criminal heist in progress, but the Changeling Behemoth rushed towards the hangar despite still being in his training outfit. The MTS would just have to compensate. He wasn’t sure it would handle his bulky body too well yet since he hadn’t gotten into the Strike Sword since his ascension. He doubted it would be a problem.
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“I’m alive! Staying alive, staying alive~!” Lucatiel cheered when she got to the ship even with damaged cameras and sensors. She had the Worker Rodi approach a berth and she locked the hands on the sides of the docking bay. Now certain it was secure, she made sure her EVA suit was intact before she cycled the suit’s atmosphere and opened up to the vacuum of space.
She flung herself to the inner airlock of the hangar and cycled it. Once done, it opened and she cycled it to let her in. Once she was inside of the ship proper, she undid her helmet with a sigh of relief and followed the signs to the galley. She grabbed a can of cherry soda and then followed the signs to the lounge. She’d surrender if the Hawthorne was raided, but right now, she just wanted to watch a sitcom and relax after that near-death experience.
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Jet watched the griffin hen who had invaded the Bebop with initial worry, but now he was amused. Clearly this poor hen mistook the Bebop for the delivery ship. He laughed heartily, belatedly realizing that yes, both of them were brown ships of similar design. After she got tossed by Silver, she clearly got befuddled and desperately went to the first familiar sight.
“Uh...should I grab a blaster?” Ed asked uneasily and Jet chuckled.
“Yes, but only for defense. I think you can just sic Ein on her. He’ll keep her busy.” Jet watched when, after Ed told Ein what to do, the corgi rushed to the lounge where he started panting and jumping in front of the hen, who cooed and put him on her lap. Yep, occupied. Good boy.
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“Ya’ve got to be kidding!” I snarled as I crossed blades with Jimbo. Of all the cosmic coincidences, the ship that nearly got us at the start of this adventure is on us again?! “What, ya got a psychic on board or something, Jimbo?!”
“You’re the one raiding a convoy in UnSC space!” Jim Hawkins replied in a much deeper and, if he dare say, sexier voice. “You’ve taken something vital to the UnSC and I’ve been tasked to retrieve it! Return what you’ve stolen!”
“Faye and I have got the target shipping containers, we’re moving back to the Bebop. Keep ‘em off of us before retreating yourself.” Spike reported and I grunted in acknowledgement as I pushed Jim away and peppered him with my SMG, but the shield attached to his sword projected an energy field that deflected the bullets. Where the fuck was that last time?!
Thankfully the Bebop was hidden in an asteroid and could only be seen from the opposite direction of the giant Star Dreadnought. Also, that Jim’s suit clearly outpaced anything the UnSC had aboard that fuck-off huge sword of a ship. It’d take them a good while to catch up to Jim, so all I had to do was keep him busy.
I parried another sword slash and dodged a spray of his own SMG bullets. Rivala could handle it, but I’d rather not have my girl take a beating for no reason. What is with the rainbow of particles his suit is dumping everywhere, especially from that new weapon?
“Notification: new system unlocked: Solar Reactor.” What? Whoa! The energy load on the Argent and Eezo reactors just halved! Sweet! I began moving just slightly faster, able to devote more Argent to pure thruster power! I stunned Jim with this speed and battered his sword/shield with my heat hawk! I had Jimbo on the back foot as I pressured him and-!
“Get to the Bebop, now!” Jet ordered me and I clicked my tongue.
“Sorry Jimbo, gotta go. Ya stay a good lad, don’t let them push ya around, y’hear?” I kicked the stomach of his mobile suit and then rocketed with full speed towards the Bebop. The instant I was in the hangar and it closed, gravity asserted itself and I felt the sensation of going into FTL, likely obliterating the asteroids nearest the trawler and hopefully not hurting anyone with the near-crawl we jumped into FTL with.
“Everyone alright? Any damage?” Spike asked as he looked over the Swordfish II, where he scowled at the thankfully minor damage the thrusters had taken from the gunships.
“Uh...guys? When did we have a civilian-grade mobile suit?” Faye asked uneasily and I looked at the docking berth. Wait...is that the suit I knocked off of the delivery ship? It’s a Worker Rodi, which is basically the Rodi Frame outfitted with the absolute minimum armor rated for impacts and colored with yellow and black hazard patterns, meant for heavy industry work.
“Well, it would be good for the armor we just got. Now we don’t have to wait for 47 to get us a frame.” Rivala commented chipperly.
“The pilot’s in the lounge, snuggling Ein and watching a sitcom I have recorded.” Jet said over the intercom. “We just accidentally shanghaied someone, so let’s go greet the new crewmember.” I snorted and docked before Rivala disengaged and shrunk down with me in her arms. We all went through the ship to the lounge where the pretty griffin hen was watching one of Jet’s horrible shows and petting Ein. Thank gosh it wasn’t a soap opera.
“Uh, hey.” The hen turned her hawk-head towards us and blinked in bemusement. “So, you boarded the wrong ship and, well, welcome to the Bebop.” Jet awkwardly greeted.
The poor lass fainted.
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“This is Harissa Vela with CGN, reporting on the events of the Krukov system. The Silver Pirates have stuck again for a second time in just as few weeks. This time, their target was a UnSC Rodi prototype enroute to Aiur from the Macbeth III testing grounds. They ambushed the civilian cargo ship and abducted one of the maintenance workers along with her Worker Rodi and the prototype that could use the Rodi’s frame. If you encounter Lucatiel Mirrah, please contact the nearest authorities so she may be rescued.”
The transmission cut off and the darkened figure snarled with increased ire.
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“We have more mechanics than miscreants on board now.” Faye whined after Lucatiel had woken up, freaked out, then got calmed down with the news that we’d let her go free at the next dock if we could manage it. Although, having someone trained in exterior ship maintenance and modification would be much better than leaving it to anyone else.
I could do it, Ed is still learning, Luster hasn’t even piloted a mobile before, but I’m not trained in it like Lucatiel is. “Aw, you’re not counting me.” Swerta mewled from Faye’s black beak and the hippogriff patted her own shoulder in placation. Those two were getting on good real quick~.
“So...you’re not like the examples the pamphlets provide regarding space pirates.” Lucatiel commented as she looked around the dining table in the galley. “I should be dead or a sex toy right now, but you’ve fed me, comforted me and even say you’ll let me go.” She nibbled on a ration bar, because as unpleasant as they can be, they’re good for a nervous stomach.
“Well, we’re not pirates by choice.” I admitted with a shrug. “I used to be one, gave up on it, then the UnSC decided to be major douchebags and set us up to die for doing the job they hired us for. Now we’re pirates.” I morphed and the hen gawked at my massive tiddies stretching my tank top and exposing my abs. “Oh, right, this is my base form. It’s just easier to be male in the suit.”
“Holy cow. Literally. I thought ladies getting this blessed in the body was an ancient thing, but there’s three of you.” Lucatiel commented as she looked between Luster, Rivala and I. At least Rivala was wearing a T-shirt and jeans instead of going nude like she’s used to.
“Careful, the only reason everybody on board isn’t blessed with the super-sexy bodies of the golden ages is because they haven’t wished for it.” Rivala beamed with a naughty eye sweeping over the normal people of the ship and I tugged on her slime pony tail with a disapproving pout that made her titter from her dock getting tugged.
“None of that. If ya turn everyone on board like us, then we’d never get anything done.” I chided my bubbly mate and she grinned lewdly. “Exactly that. Anyway, we’ll drop ya off discreetly at the next port if ya want, but I’ll up-front say we could use someone with yer skills. Ed, Luster and I may be dab hands with tools, but none of us have training in EVA work.”
“Well, it’s not like I can really say no. Also, I can only work with whatever you have, but it needs to be at a drydock if you want more than repairs done.” Lucatiel shrugged and looked around at us all. “You people are alright. I’ll help you out, but if I ever leave the ship, everyone will know you’re there. I’m nobody special, but abductions have bulletins put out.”
“I could change your appearance.” Rivala said with a wiggle of her eyebrows and I huffed. “I can absolutely turn you into a bodacious babe like us!”
“I think that would make her even more attention grabbing. Even if you changed her face and colors, she’d draw people’s eyes even more.” Luster said while gesturing at our new potentially temporary crewmate. “Just do a color change and morph her face. Maybe even make her a different species.” Luster’s suggestion got Lucatiel waving her talons frantically.
“I’m rather happy being a tiger hawk griffin, thank you!” Luca squawked with a pouty expression. “As much as I’d like to be as physically appealing as you three, I think I’m fine as I am. Besides, piloting a mobile suit with tits out to here is kinda ridiculous.” Luca joked while holding her talons away from her average chest. “Just swap my colors around and stuff or I can just dye my feathers and fur.”
“Oh! We should have that blond hair dye from when Faye went through that weird ‘gold is gorgeous’ phase!” Ed chirped and I along with the original crew snickered.
“It was not a phase! I was just trying to see if having blond plumage would look better on me!” Faye squawked with her cheek feathers fluffing up from her blush. “Anyway, I can dye you blond and you won’t have to have your body altered.” Then Faye’s face became mischievous.
“Like how Faye’s avoiding letting me get my curves back.” Swerta said from Faye’s beak and then the two avians left with Swerta pulling the bemused Lucatiel out of the galley.
“Well, she’s nice. A bit too soft for our line of work, but she seems like a good fit.” Jet commented with his arms crossed over his chest. “Ed, once we drop out of FTL, give 47 another call. Let him know we have the frame and armor.” He looked at me. “Go ahead and unpack the containers as well as figure out what’s going to happen with the gear you strip from the Rodi.”
“Aye, Captain!” I cheesily saluted and then headed towards the hangar with Luster and Rivala on my tail. “I’ve already got plans for all of this-oo~! Lasses!” I looked behind me at my two mates since they’d taken a handful of my ass each and both had my tail in their other hand while they leered hungrily at me. “Ep-ep! It’s duty hours, save it for later.” Gosh they’re thirsty.
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Jim punched the bag as he practiced his form. The instant he returned to the ship, he went back to the training deck to vent his frustration. He had Silver right in front of him and he wasn’t good enough to avoid letting the pirate get away! Sure, that was only his second sortie, but he had the fastest suit aboard the Legacy and he couldn’t keep up when Silver suddenly stopped toying with him by breaking out that sudden increase in speed.
Something within Jim roared in fury, indignant at his opponent just retreating. He never knew himself to be a violent person, but now that he’s tasted combat, he wanted more. Maybe he is directly descended from Urta. She was the goddess of War and Power for a reason. “Cadet Hawkins.” Jim’s seething rage vanished at the voice of Amelia and he turned to look at his commanding officer. “As frustrating as it is, you cannot win every encounter.”
“I know, Amy. I just...I had him right there and he slipped through my fingers.” Jim rubbed his large white hands together. “I’ll get him next time.”
“Don’t promise things before you understand the gap in your level of skill. Silver has been around for centuries; he’s a veteran combatant. He’s performed daring acts of piracy as far as the Attican Traverse in the Milky Way or even the core of Andromeda. The fact you forced him to retreat, even with the threat of reinforcements incoming, is something you should be proud of at such an early stage of your career.” Amelia stated as she neared him and he tasted her Love.
“Thanks. I’m all out of sorts and feeling inadequate when I’ve been riding high for so long so fast.” Jim bent down and kissed the woman who had so quickly forced herself into his heart. “So, when will Commander Arrow be with me for more training?”
“Tomorrow. You need a much more cathartic release~.” Amelia purred as she ran her hands down his rippling abs. “Caetana is already in my quarters-woo!” Amelia cheered when her hunk of a stallion picked her up in his arms like she weighed nothing and he hurried to the elevator.
“Then I’m ravishing you both until you can’t walk.” Jim declared as he pressed the button urgently. “No breeding allowed, so no eggs and we have to use condoms, right?”
“As much as it pains me, yes, we must avoid you inseminating or egging anyone since you’ve already provided so many offspring.” Amelia said with utter disappointment. “Besides, I cannot do my job if I’m constantly distracted with the wonderful sensations of motherhood.”
“Maybe when you retire we can do that again, but for us.” Jim suggested and the Love that came from Amelia intensified.
“Oh, shut up and kiss me you sexy beast.” Amelia growled and pulled him into a searing makeout session as the elevator doors closed.

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Ch.13
Ch.13
The jump we made at low speed took us a couple of days to reach an uninhabited system that was so overloaded with asteroids that it would take the lost Argentine Relics known as Sweeper ships to clear before any colonization efforts could be considered. It was a neighboring system to Krukov, so we didn’t stay long. Once there, 47 provided coordinates for our rendezvous to pick up the promised Rodi frame in the Dauth system despite the fact we already got one.
In his own words: ‘Annoyed Amusement: I already procured the frame, I’m not going to make other arrangements for it.’ That was fine with me, another mobile was another mobile, even if it meant the work that Lucatiel, Luster, Ed and I put into converting the Worker Rodi into the Labrys Rodi (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/5/53/Ugy-r41t2c.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160718075950) was pointless, since it meant we’d have to put the Worker kit on the new Rodi frame, but eh. At least we weren’t going to have to scrap Luca’s Worker kit.
However, this meant that plans to turn the Red Tail into the service mobile was mothballed, leaving the Red Tail as a backup battle suit. Then, came time to name the new Labrys that Faye was going to pilot. “So ya don’t want to just call it the Red Tail II?” I asked in bemusement. I figured that Faye was attached to the name considering she’d had the skirt of the Red Tail painted red just to suit the name she gave to it.
“No, that’d be insulting to Red Tail. She’s still alive unlike the Swordfish, so naming the Labrys after her would be like saying I’ve replaced her. I may have for the most part, but I know she’ll be there if I need her.” Faye reasoned as she looked up at the black purple and gray mobile suit. “She’s a big girl, I’ll give her that, but I’ve seen the specs Ed pulled on her, she makes Red Tail look like an amateur. Especially when she got into the potential arsenal she can carry.”
“Yeh, this big bitch has advanced sensor suites capable of guiding it through dense asteroid fields like that previous system with ease and even providing targeting for a missile barrage. I’d say that’s beyond us, but with Luster’s expertise, I can see us getting a micro missile assembly set up in one of the berths with ease.” Then the only issue is materials, which with Lucatiel and her Worker Rodi that we’ll be getting at the next stop in the Dauth system, could also be done.
“Oh! I’m calling her the Red Head! Paint the head red!” Faye gushed excitedly and I gently facepalmed. “What? She’s gonna have a fiery temper if she’s got all that ordinance.”
“Not to mention we’ll be big and beautiful.” Swerta smirked with Faye’s black beak before she pouted down at Faye’s DD-cup breasts. “I miss being huge…”
“Yeah, no thanks. I like being able to pilot a mobile.” Faye huffed as I went over to the stencils and grabbed the white spray paint to put the name on the left side of the chest.
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Jim huffed as he pushed the weight bar up with only a bit of strain and he ignored all of the ladies in the gym of the Legacy admiring him lift a couple thousand pounds of gravitation force like it was easy. Hot damn, he didn’t imagine having super-strength in his childhood fantasies, but having it after his unplanned ascension into demigod-hood was rather awesome.
It worried him to consider that if his ancient ancestors had specimens like him and they were toppled by Corruption so easily, just how insidious was the Curse of Lethice to devolve such a powerful species to nothing besides sex slaves that further devolved into demons?
He pushed the bar back to its resting slot and the weight of intense gravity ceased, allowing him to sit up on the bench and use the offered towel a thirsty thestral gal gave him. “Thanks. I don’t sweat like most species, but the condensation is another matter.” Jim said as he wiped his body down, increasing the shine under the lights. Chitin doesn’t allow him to sweat, but it does gather moisture from the air and the gym did get quite humid from all the species that do sweat.
“No problem, stud.” She licked her lips and Jim rolled his opaque purple eyes.
“You know the rules, file a request through the Captain General.” Jim snorted with exasperated amusement before he stood up and cracked his neck. “Mm, well then, I’m going to head on out.” The ladies all whined at their show being over as he rounded the gaggle of gals and towards the elevator. He’d just finished his daily cooldown routine since his practice with Commander Arrow was his primary focus. Next time, he won’t be caught off guard by zero-G kung-fu like this time.
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The Dauth system was a rather barren place. Aside from a few criss-crossing asteroid belts and a gas giant, the star system didn’t have much to speak of. It was the perfect place for a dead drop if nobody was any wiser. The Bebop flew to one of the 70+ moons of the gas giant where 47 said that we would find the gently-used Rodi frame in a shipping container. Thank gosh it had a beacon that we had the frequency for or it’d have never been found.
After bringing it in, we went to the bridge for whatever 47 had for us next. “Okay Agent 47, we have the frame.” Ed said the moment the AI connected to the call. I idly wondered if she knew what she just referenced, but I seriously doubted it.
“Amused Appreciation: Thank you for the compliment, I was indeed the deadliest assassin alive at one point, worthy of that name, but I am HK-47. Serious Statement: Now then, it is time that you got a base of operations. Providing coordinates, call me when you have settled in.” HK-47?! He’s that 47?! Holy shit! We’re working for the droid with the highest personal kill-count in the Three Galaxies and responsible for the assassinations of no less than 100 leaders of society!
My shock and concern didn’t mean much when nobody else seemed surprised. Was I really the only one to miss this? Then again, I never ran afoul of him and wasn’t worried about having the greatest known assassin in the universe sent after me. Despite my success as a pirate, I wasn’t well-known beyond a few circles. Which meant I was a great pirate!
“Hm...the Tarkus system. That place is a den of lowlives, cutthroats and pirates galore. I guess if there is anywhere for a pirate crew to shack up, it’s with other pirates as neighbors.” Jet commented and I perked up!
“Wait, Tarkus? That’s where all those Gabliani and Raskvel refugees from Andromeda settled.” Fuck, I love that place! Both of those short-statured species were naturally mechanically inclined and also had some of the thirstiest sluts this side of Triangulum, which is saying a lot when it’s near the galactic core. I have no clue how many offspring I may have sired there during my wanton drunken days as a full-fledged pirate.
“Are these new species that were discovered after the Fall?” Luster asked in curiosity and I blinked in confusion, but thankfully Spike had the answer.
“No. They’re originally from Equus, the ruined heart of the Fallen Empire. You may have known them as the Goblins and Kobolds, lesser Corruption-created species. They’ve evolved rapidly over a short period without any moderating influence from the gods. You could say they’ve devolved, considering most of them can’t think past their next fuck.” Spike informed my mate and she looked horrified.
“Oh no! They’ve fallen to Corruption! I knew a few Goblins and Kobolds, they were such cute little folks.” Luster wilted and I rubbed her back while Rivala did the same from the other side. “Maybe, if I have some time, I can create some measure of a cure to pull them from their Lust-Curse, get their minds on more meaningful pursuits than just breeding constantly.”
“That’s a worthy goal. Considering we’ll be spending plenty of time in this scrap-heap of a system, maybe you’ll have that chance.” Jet said as he prepared the Bebop for the journey. “It’ll be a dangerous place, but so long as we prove we’re not to be messed with, the pirates won’t mess with us. Also, if any Corp or Gov ships enter the system, they might all just jump on them, so it’s ironically the safest place in Triangulum for us.”
“With the Harmony Gates on constant watch by the Govs, I don’t think we’ll be able to go to the Milky Way or Andromeda anytime soon. So this is the best we’ll get.” Faye shrugged and Lucatiel gulped nervously. “Hey, you can still bail. We can stop by a civilized system to drop you off.”
“N-no. You guys, well, it’s only been a few days, but I like all of you. Way more than anyone I’ve met before. I don’t think it’s Stockholm Syndrome since you’ve given me an out, so I’ll stay. Besides, fuck the Corps.” Lucy meekly declared and I patted her on the wing.
“That’s the pirate spirit! We’ll make a rebel out of ya yet!” I laughed before Jet set the Bebop for Tarkus and we jumped into FTL.
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“So how is it going?” The sultry voice of his companion asked as she leaned over the chair and the deceptively human face of HK-47 regained expression after he unplugged from the console.
“Pleased Statement: They are ready to begin preparations for becoming what we need to prevent the Deicide.” HK stood from the console and did some stretches. His bio-mechanical platform was superior to any mere fullmetal form when it came to its modularity and built-in weaponry. He had Nexus to thank for this true murder machine body.
“So, did you remember to put the Token in place?” He looked at Bones, his sexy murder mistress and eternal lover. She too was deceptively human, but that too was a facade. Their respective engineer jumpsuits were another part of the deception.
“Annoyed Response: Of course I did, it’s unavoidable. Hopefully they’ll be willing to help once they know what is at stake.” HK said before navigating through the piles of junk towards the ready room, which doubled as a makeshift galley. They didn’t need to eat, but it was important to keep up appearances even with no prying eyes.
“They know what’s at stake and pin the blame on their Andromedan wives.” Bones huffed and waved at Dee and Daw, the former B1 droids who were their constant companions and support units. They waved idly back before returning to welding whatever project they were working on.
“Sarcastic Remark: I’m sure they do, why else would they have not answered our calls.” HK poured himself some caff. He may not need it, but he’s grown to appreciate tasting things ever since he upgraded to this chassis just over 3000 years ago.
“It’s them, HK. They don’t want anything to do with this universe after it failed them one too many times.” Bones reminded him as she grabbed some caff too. “Anyway, hopefully Silver or Luster will be interesting enough to get one of them to answer.”
“Sentimental Remark: I, too, share the same feeling. Firm Declaration: Regardless, we have our duty to try and save these useless wastes of matter.”
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The Planet Tarkus of the Tarkus system was a marvel of catastrophe and ingenuity. It was a planet cracked in half, held together by a mass of cables and an Element Zero core replacing the planetary core. Where the Gabs and Rasks got that much Eezo, nobody knew, but the mad midgets essentially turned the place into a pilotable planet.
This alone lent Tarkus the onerous honor of being one of the mechanical marvels of the Three Galaxies while also being the dump site of multiple systems for centuries before the Crackening that split Tarkus in half and resulted in its current form. With the world unstable and uninhabitable by any sane means, it turned into the stronghold of pirates and other curs.
Curs like us! “You are way too excited.” Faye said as I bounced on the balls of my paws.
“This place is a mechanic’s wet dream and nightmare rolled into one! There’s so much junk planetwide, that if given enough time, a fleet of ships large enough to start another Galactic War could be built here!” I declared in excitement as Jet navigated through the various asteroid fields of the system towards the glorious monstrosity that was Tarkus.
“We’re not going to try to start a Galactic War, Silver.” Jet chided me and I blew a raspberry at him. “We’re heading for Novahome, the largest settlement on the planet. HK told us he’d meet us at ‘The Mess’.” Ah, yes, that old wreck of a watering hole.
“While we’re here, I’d like to check in on an old friend. I hope old Colselno is still in business.” I haven’t seen that Gab in decades, but he was barely middle-aged when I met him and his species is long-lived. He’s easily the most honest junk-dealer on the planet or he was when I was last here. Why salvage in the dangerous junk-wastes yourself when you can just buy from good-old Colselno and his small army of scavengers?
“Sure, but don’t get your hopes up.” Jet muttered as he maneuvered past the debris-field of the planet and began the descent down to Novahome, a preposterously gargantuan colony ship that was never fully broken down into a colony city because Tarkus was a shithole before it even arrived. The fact it had a ‘hangar’ that was the size of a small spaceport and able to park a trawler like the Bebop with ease helps put into perspective the sheer size of this place.
“Alright, I’ll stay on board to discourage anyone. Ed, you’re staying with me.” Spike stated firmly and Ed whined while Ein yapped at the dragon for his protectiveness hindering his person’s fun.
“I think I’ll stay too. A place like this is perfect for vulnerable gals like me to go missing.” Faye said while grabbing Lucatiel. “You too, you’d be a sex slave in seconds.”
“Well, I guess it’s time to ‘suit up’ lasses.” I morphed into my male form, Rivala mimicked me and Luster surprisingly did the same, looking like a wiry stallion, but with the usual colors. “Whoa, looking good, lads.” I complimented and my mates winked back with pleased smiles.
“Alright, you three are with me. Grab your blasters on the way out.” Jet led us towards the ramp where we each holstered a one-handed blaster on our hips and then descended to the welcoming party, which consisted of a single omigawsh I wanna fuck her purple Rask with an ass to die for and tits to match, which on her 4-foot frame would make one think she couldn’t function properly, but I knew better than to make that mistake. Never underestimate a Rask.
“Got a beauty here, but no weapons. How’d you get past all the drifters up there?” The matronly scaly woman asked as she brushed her long bunny-like ears and feathery plumage back with her left hand, the other hand holding her six foot long giant wrench on her shoulder. Her impossibly wide hips met incredible robotic legs and a tail that were works of art.
“I broadcasted the multiple mobile suit IFFs that were on board so they knew they’d be dealing with too much trouble if they tried their luck. Can I trust that you’ll dissuade any punks from trying to do the same here?” Jet asked and the smock-clad rask blew a bubble with her gum.
“Damn straight I will. Nobody fucks with ships parked in my area. Just pay the parking fee and you’re covered.” She held out her hand and her Omni lit up, so Jet transferred the galactic standard docking fee to her. “Pleasure doing business, if you want to get this baby armed, I’m willing to put in the work if you buy anything on the list, otherwise, welcome to Novahome.”
We nodded amicably to her and continued on, but the moment we were away, Luster shuddered. “By Wiatr, she was fighting the urge to pin us and fuck us the whole time. These poor people are almost enslaved by Lust. I hope she’s a good example of her race’s willpower to put business before pleasure.” Luster mewled sadly and I patted...his back.
“She is. Most Rasks and Gabs tend to turn their rampant horniness towards tinkering as an outlet for their endless energy. I’ll bet if we bought some weapons for the Bebop from her, she’d get them installed all by herself in a matter of hours.” I boasted and Luster looked awed at the concept of someone that small able to move that fast with that much precision.
“Yeah! You wouldn’t believe what these people can do if they put their best effort into it.” Flint said with his handsome face beaming brightly. “I don’t remember too much though, just that I remember watching them work at some point.” Flint said as we got in an elevator and Jet pressed the button for the ground floor.
We didn’t speak after that, because the elevator got more and more crowded as we went down until we were packed in the back like a bunch of vacuum-packed rations. When we got out it was with some relief and we joined the tide of sapients moving through the ‘heart’ of Novahome, the marketplace. If it existed and wasn’t brand new, it could be found here.
We passed by Colselno’s Scrap and I got excited to visit him later, there was also a shop called Shekka’s Widget Warehouse that caught my eye. We eventually reached where most of the traffic was going: The Mess. It was a giant cafeteria with droids providing both service and security. We waded through the giant field of tables towards the bar, where I noticed a dark-skinned effeminate human serving drinks with a visibly nervous and unhappy expression.
“Hey, what’s with the long face? a don’t exactly have the facial construction to blame.” I teased the guy and he clearly didn’t appreciate me flipping the role of the bartender.
“Del here is Carver’s latest work-in-progress indentured servant.” Commented the heavily tattooed quarian at the nearest stool, who turned around to reveal he was covered in a full-body tattoo. Whoa. Quarians may be pretty shameless, but it was rare to see one ink up that hard. “Names Dee, I’m your contact with 47.” He tossed us a data chit and turned back around.
“Uh...okay? Is there more or-.” He flipped us off, so we took the chit away and Jet slotted it into his Omni-tool. “Hm, that’s not far. Come on, let’s head on up.”
“Ya lads go ahead, I want to check out the shops and catch up with Colselno. If it isn’t far, I could go for a walkabout. I’ve been here before, so I know what to look out for.” I said to them and while both Luster and Flint looked hesitant, Jet promptly shrugged and left me be, so they awkwardly waved and followed our captain.
I waded out of The Mess and decided to check in on the local attempt by a Corp to have a shop in a pirate den instead of going straight to Colselno. Steele Tech wasn’t the worst Corp, not by a longshot, but they were still a Corp. That said, they had good shit. I entered the shop and watched the fluffy white jackal-breed Diamond Dog perk up brightly and beam excitedly as her tail wagged. Woof, she’s my kinda gal. If I didn’t have mates now, I’d be-.
“Hey handsome! Can I interest you in a quickie?” Whoa! What?! “Please! It’s been ages since I’ve been laid and as spirited as the little guys are and all the spacers that come through, I really need a good, skilled lover. I can practically smell it on you!” Her black bodysuit creaked.
“Uh-um-sorry lass. If ya said that a month ago, I’d be on yer sexy ass in a second, but I’ve got mates now.” I apologized with my hands up and she whined and whimpered pathetically, making me wince. Shit. Right. Both Luster and Rivala are from the Golden Age, when casual sex was legally encouraged so long as all parties were consenting. Maybe I should help her out? “Uh...well...look. They’re really open about sexual stuff, so maybe if I call-.”
“Please! If I wasn’t on Sterilex I’d be begging you to breed me~!” The white jackal pleaded as she groped her DD-cups through her skin-tight bodysuit and I used my Omni-tool to call my mates, who answered with bemused expressions.
“Uh, I have a desperately needy gal here begging for some nookie. I’m not sure if-.” The excited gasps already filled me with dread and nervous excitement.
“You grab that bitch by the tail! We’ll be right down!” Luster excitedly said with a female voice despite still being man, which threw me off enough that I didn’t respond before they hung up.
“You have such a great girlfriend!” The sexy store-runner said as she pressed a button and the various displays suddenly locked up and she grabbed my hand to pull me to the back. “I’m Anno, we can talk after I don’t feel like I’ve got a sauna in my guts!” Woof! Yeah, she needs this!
“Shit, even if I didn’t let myself orgasm I would’ve helped ya out with oral or something if it’s that bad.” I said before she shoved me on a sofa and then jumped on me.

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Ch.14
Ch.14
Jet, while mildly depressed and greatly displeased with the turn his life had taken lately, was always one to look on the bright side. None of his surrogate family have died, his precious Bebop is still intact, said surrogate family has rapidly grown in a short time, among other things. All-in-all, if not for the ‘wanted criminal’ tag added to his life, this was a major upturn in events.
So was arming the Bebop, since Silver decided to be nostalgic and then he got into shenanigans that he decided to involve Luster and Flint in. “Wow…” Jet had just watched that shortstack Rask install small-scale railguns in ‘torpedo tube’ style on the Bebop faster than a whole team of engineers at a civilized drydock could manage. The way the bodacious borg babe used her metal legs and tail made her a one-person pit crew. “Want to join my crew?”
“Nope. As much as I appreciate the offer, my life is here; fixing broken ships and getting fucked several times a day. I don’t think your crew would survive my libido.” Hildra, which was the busty matronly Raskvel’s name, said as she scratched her pale blue plumage.
“You’d be surprised. If I didn’t enforce duty hours, three of my crew would spend all day screwing each other instead of just half the night.” Jet rubbed his snout, lamenting yet not terribly minding the fervor with which Silver, Luster and Rivala expressed their passion for one another. Luster has been good for Silver. She’s grown beyond that embittered, defeated and resigned husk of an old pirate that his friend had devolved into.
“You clearly don’t know us Raskvel too well. Let me put it bluntly: we need to breed. Constantly. I’ve got some eggs baking in me right now. I don’t look it yet, but in a few weeks, I’ll be immobilized and need to lay my clutch. Then only one in 10 will hatch in a week and then the runt needs to survive to maturity, which is rare.” Hildra said with sadness and a rub of her stomach. “There’s a reason, despite being living breeding machines, we’re declining.”
“Oh, my condolences. I’ve lost people I cared about, but I’ve never had children myself.” Jet said understandingly and the short woman looked up at him with an appreciative smile, which she ruined by blowing a bubble with her blue bubblegum. “That said, is there anyone trying to fix that? I know the Golden Age is long past, but surely some Corp has approached your people with offers of gene therapy.”
“Not a one. We’re a bunch of horny rabbit-reptiles on a floating garbage scow of a planet. There’s no money to really make here aside from selling gear to lowlives.” Hildra spat her gum into a nearby trash bin and pulled a fresh one from her cleavage. “Besides, the Gabs want to pretend they can fix the universe, they’d sooner try to ‘save’ us again like they did with the Crackening. Fucking space-heads. You know they’re the ones that split Tarkus in half?”
“No, no I didn’t.” As much as Silver loved this place, he didn’t exactly fill them in too much.
“It was some sort of terraforming thing they tried. They wanted to use the planet’s Eezo core to change the atmosphere or some shit. Then boom: planet splits in half and we’re all scrambling for our lives. Mind you, this was hundreds of years ago, well before my time, but we all know the story. Over half of the planet’s population died, both of our species underwent rapid, drastic evolution to compensate, turning us from Gobs to Gabs and Bolds to Rasks.” Hildra slapped her wide, egg-bearing hips. “Though, I think that’s one improvement.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Jet wasn’t dead, he just wanted a more classy, refined gal. He wanted a girl who had self-respect and didn’t act like a hooligan.
“So anyway, both of our species worked to tie Tarkus back together, but the planet wouldn’t close back up. So, the Gabs decided to use the opportunity to turn Tarkus into a planet-ship. Now we really are a giant garbage scow.” Hildra snorted and then blew another bubble.
“My first mate mentioned something like that. So this is a...” Jet paused when some realization hit him. Tarkus is a ship. This whole planet is a ship. The largest ship in this era! “Oh no…” He hoped his hunch wasn’t correct...
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“So there’s been no hint of the Silver Pirates anywhere?” Amelia demanded in mild irritation and the hanar shook their body in the negative. “So much for the hope his boldness would hold out. You’re dismissed.” Amelia looked over the projections and frowned. Usually, when a pirate got ahold of something powerful, they tended to flaunt it wantonly, leading to them easily being tracked and dealt with.
Silver isn’t that brazzen and stupid.
Sure, he attacked a convoy that was barely two systems over from Aiur, the seat of the UnSC in Triangulum, only several days after evading capture in fact, but it was to obtain another military asset. The Bebop had enough mobile suits to constitute an elite strike squadron and the other two registered mobile suit pilots of the crew weren’t pushovers either according to their profiles.
“Amy?” Amelia looked up with a happy smile at the best thing to have ever happened to her.
“Jim, just what I need right now.” Amelia didn’t think she was such a carnal creature, but then again, these traits tended to surface when one found someone they Loved.
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I groaned as I reformed myself, stretching to adjust back to my male form from the pool of me that Luster, Rivala and our playmate Anno Dorna, had just had a foursome in using the white jackal’s private bathroom behind the shop. “Damn that was good. Even if I didn’t pump ya lasses full, that was satisfying.”
“Woof~...” Anno cooed as she squeezed Rivala’s hips, since she and the slime-wolf fairy were chest-to-chest right now. “I wish I had a body like this.” Oh no! Rivala! Don’t you dare with that gleeful-! “Aroo?!” Anno yelped when she was suddenly a white slime jackal with the same epically thicc proportions as Rivala and Luster. “Whoa! Cool!”
“To be fair, she did say ‘I wish’.” Rivala giggled and squeezed Anno’s newly thicc gams.
“Can’t fault a fairy for doing her job.” Luster giggled and got out, squeaky clean thanks to my slime. “Sorry about the change in species though.”
“Well, I literally asked for it.” Anno giggled and playfully squeezed Rivala’s breasts while the red/blue slime fairy mare helped the slime jackal to her new gooey paws. “I’m...gonna need a minute though. How am I not going down the drain?”
“Your surface tension is too high for that, you also subconsciously hold this form so it’s more solid than if you, say, turned yourself into a tentacle monster.” Luster coached while I redressed.
“Well, this kind of event is going to get me pulled out for Akkadi R&D...can you kidnap me? I don’t want to be on the other side of the glass. I know what we...what they do to test subjects.” Anno worriedly requested and I groaned in dismay. Sorry Jet…
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Anno quickly grabbed all her personal belongings, hacked her shop and even quickly called several of the locals to A: collaborate on making the lie as legit as possible and B: have local thugs actually ransack the shop. Hopefully Steel Tech would buy that Anno Dorna was likely some slaver or pirate’s personal sex toy and leave her for dead.
One of the people she wanted to personally check in with was Shekka of the Widget Warehouse. “Sad to see you leaving, girl. You were a bright spot of sunshine in this cesspit.” The red Raskvel with pink plumage hugged the slime jackal before taking a taste, causing the new slime to squeak at the sensation of being eaten. From my experience it was odd, both pleasurable and almost as casual as picking your fingernails. “Mm, tasty too.”
“Shekka, you spooked me.” Anno mewled and rubbed at the missing chunk of her neck, which rapidly reformed. “Sorry that I can’t help with your plans to uplift your species-.”
“What’s this about plans?” Luster urgently interjected. “I’m a bio-engineer, I was planning to see if I could do something to help the natives recover some of their lost stability thanks to Corruption.”
“Uh, we call it Taint here.” Shekka commented and Luster hummed with a nod of approval. “Anyway, that’s great. Are you going to be here frequently or-.”
“Come with us! Half of our crew are already engineers, what’s another?” Rivala chirped and I facepalmed.
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“Oi! John, you old salty dog! You’re making off with my competition! Thanks!” Colselno, the older Gabliani guy who still wore jeans and a vest with no shirt greeted me the moment I entered with my entourage of ladies behind me. Thank gosh that Luster, Rivala and Anno downsized their assets earlier. We’re eye-catching enough with Shekka’s small crew of dilapidated droids following us holding chests of her stuff since the gal didn’t have enough of a chest to use storage magic.
“I’m not doing this for ya, it’s for them. That’s their own business though. How are things?” I asked my friend as Shekka browsed the piles of junk in Colselno’s shop. He had ownership of the scrap fields directly outside this section of the hull of Novahome for acres around it, so this was just the ‘best’ picks out of that.
“Eh, you know, my streaming show is still my main source of income. I’m not in any danger from the Corps or Govs despite my claims being true, because I’m just some hick scrap dealer, but my viewers know the truth!” Colselno declared and I snorted. He wasn’t wrong, though, sadly.
“Anyway, I’m in the area for the foreseeable future. I wanted to let ya know you can expect business from my friends and I.” I told my old friend before a happy squeak drew attention.
“How much?!” Shekka shouted when she pulled a protocol droid head from a pile with manic glee in her purple eyes. Gosh she’s cute when she’s not being all ‘too busy’.
“That’s the ₹500 pile.” Colselno replied and Shekka tossed a credit chit at him before stuffing the head into a chest carried by two droids. “Anyway, good to know. There’s always grifters looking for good scrap, but it’s nice to have someone who knows their stuff using my wares.”
“Can we go before we kidnap him too?” Luster joked and I scrunched my snout at my lover’s teasing before waving goodbye to Colselno and heading outside-oof! I fell on my ass and looked up at the surprisingly tall and burly badger woman in a lab coat, who snarled at me.
“Oh, are you a hero? Please say yes.” The woman drew an odd pistol and my companions all drew their weapons. “Guess not, a hero wouldn’t have a crew of guns with them. I’m Doctor Badger, I run the bio-mod shop at the aft of Novahome. Now then, excuse me.” The woman went past us into Colselno’s and I got up while Shekka and Anno urged us to hurry away.
“Okay...who was that?” Luster asked once we were on our way to the elevators.
“That’s the Doctor Badger! Y’know?! The creator of the Furpies transformation virus? Have you heard of Red Rocket? She’s the madwoman who unleashed a plague of bio-transformatives on the galaxy in pursuit of her idealized vision of beauty.” Anno quietly hissed at us fearfully. “Nobody fucks with her and keeps the brain cells to regret it later.”
“Velka or Wiatr would have a field day with her.” Luster snarled with a look back at Colselno’s. I hope my old buddy was just getting her business and wasn’t being altered as we speak.
“Unfortunately, the gods ditched us. I mean, fuck, Taint is a good reason to forsake us after all their efforts against it, but still, we could use them again.” Shekka grumbled as the elevator got packed by our large group including her wares, which thanks to the droid security detail, didn’t get attacked by any opportunists. “I won’t complain if they come back.”
“Same here.” I muttered in agreement. That was before my time, like most people, but reading about the Golden Age, before the Fall. It was hard not to lament how quickly we degraded without the protection of the-I suddenly felt cold when I spotted a tall white wolf with bright red eyes wearing a white hooded poncho in the car with us. He looked over at me and winked before he vanished. “...Yeah...I would prefer if they came back.” Spooky!
We reached the ‘hangar’ and promptly hurried across the area with Shekka shouting at opportunistic raskvel all salivating over her stuff and it even became a free-for-all! Shekka sacrificed most of her worst-off droids as distractions as we ran for the Bebop! Why are these people so obsessed with tech?!
“Back! Back you mangy beasts!” Shekka shrieked, doing a flying dragon kick on a rask who had jumped atop a chest and was trying to open the droid’s head with tools. We grabbed Jet and the dockmaster because she was in the way and I rushed to the bridge at full speed, quickly getting the Bebop into the air! Once we were away, I got up and rushed back to the entrance.
“Okay, Jet, get us to wherever we’re going. Sorry we abducted ya.” I apologized to the purple rask who was basically a curvier inverted version of Shekka with cybernetic legs and tail.
“As frustrated as I am, I get it! That was a whole hoard of rasks on a tinker frenzy at the sight of so much working tech! Fucking idiots!” The woman pushed herself up and rubbed her slightly rounded stomach with a sigh of relief. “At least you didn’t hurt my eggs.”
“What the fuck is going on?!” Faye yelped from where she’d staggered from the sudden liftoff with Swetra forming her full armor to protect the pink hippogriff.
“We have new crewmates, one had an entourage of droids that she sacrificed most of to fend off the tech-thirsty raskvel hoard triggered by them.” Luster informed the fowl as Jet sprinted to the bridge. “Where are Spike, Ed and Lucatiel?”
“Spike was in the hangar with them, working on the Swordfish II after getting some tips from Hildra here.” Faye pointed at the busty purple pregnant person, who looked smug, then she blew a bubble with her gum. “I was on guard duty, so that’s why Swerta is on me.”
“Dat ass!” Swerta shouted and spanked Faye’s perfectly armored booty. “Could be better though.”
“It’s my ass! It’s good enough!” Faye huffed and then looked the new crew members over. “This ship is too small. We’re going to have to add bunks to rooms, so for now we’re going to have to hot-bunk. Be glad these three already share a bed.” Faye gestured to Rivala, Luster and I. Anno wilted a bit, but then looked down at Shekka and Hildra, who smirked up at her.
“We’re good with that.” The trio chorused.
“Besides, if Hildra is good with it, she and her eggs could help with Shekka and I’s plans to aid the Raskvel Species.” Luster stated and Hildra blinked rapidly in bemusement, then blew a bubble. “Now then, back to normal. Ah~.” Luster filled out her jumpsuit again, I did the same with my clothes and the other two slimes in attendance followed suit, causing the rasks to gawk.
“That is so unfair!” Shekka cupped her flat chest in dismay while Hildra shrugged after looking at her own heaving shelf of bowling ball sized cleavage, which on her 4-foot frame was immense. “I wish I had real tits!” No don’t-! Shekka moaned when her chest suddenly blossomed to match Hildra. Damn it, Rivala! “W-what just happened? I’m cool with it but...what?”
“Tee-hee~!” Rivala fled and I gave chase! Get back here you trickster!
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“So, it happened exactly as we were told. They made off with three of the most prominent service providers in the colony without any more fuss than a fresh shipment of scrap.” Bones commented as HK rubbed his simulated temples. He relished the ability to cope with frustration and annoyance besides voicing it, but he wouldn’t outright say that.
“Frustrated Statement: Indeed. Things are now in motion. Annoyed Comment: Still, they could’ve gotten here much faster than Dee did and he just used a swoop bike.” HK grumbled and looked at the prepared drydock moments before the brown former fishing trawler expertly slotted in through the hole in the wall that was rusty enough for the ship’s brown coloration to naturally camouflage it. “Resigned Statement: Let’s go meet the new Displaced.”
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Holy shit, this is really close to Novahome. It’s just on the other side of the scrap ridge north of the colony ship with a hole in the metal cliff face just slightly larger than the Bebop. It’s easily a half-hour’s trek back to the place, so we didn’t actually kidnap anybody, just moved them somewhere secure. “I guess yer not stuck with us after all.” I said to Hildra.
“Eh, whatever. Maybe it’s time I did do some wild and crazy shit. All I’ve done my whole life was fix ships and pop out eggs, so this could be good for me.” Hildra shrugged and blew another bubble. I know gum is super cheap, but how much of it does she have? “Now then, let’s see what I have to work with.” She popped open the ramp and shouldered her giant wrench as she descended. “It’s a pile of scrap, I like it. I’ve worked with worse.”
“Enthused Greeting: Welcome crew of the Bebop. I am HK-47.” Declared the approaching deceptively human man who had a human woman trailing him, both in orange jumpsuits. “Continued Greeting: I have followed all instructions provided to give you a workable base and resources along with my network of contacts. Disappointed Statement: I won’t be able to go with you, I’m stuck here at my post.”
“What my hubby means, is that we’re your support team. We stay here, you go out, you fuck over the usurpers and eventually bring back the gods, get it? Got it? Good. Now, shut up, get acquainted with the space, we’ll let you know when you have a job.” The redheaded woman briskly stated and stormed off.
“Proud Statement: That’s my wife.” HK-47 smiled fondly and I nodded in intimidation.
“Okay, why is it suddenly cold and warm?” Faye asked as she and the others exited the ship.
“It feels as if Nito is shambling around?” Swetra commented.
“Surprised Query: Lady Death has made an appearance?” HK-47 asked happily before a black cloaked woman hugged him from behind. “Pleased Statement: Death! Old friend! I have not sent new souls to you in a while, is that why you’re happy?” Huh? “Clarifying Statement: Lady Death dislikes wanton death. It increases her workload.” Oh...yeah that...makes sense, actually.
“I don’t see anything.” Ed said, but I, Luster, Spike and Rivala all were clearly looking directly at the specter of Death herself.
“That is because you are not descended from divinity enough to be able to see her.” Luster told the young asari and then approached the specter. “Death. Can you please tell me what happened? Why did they leave me?” Luster’s wet voice made me want to reach out and hold her, but I had the feeling she didn’t want that right now.
“.” The jaw of Lady Death’s wolf skull moved, but no sound came. I heard nothing, but felt as though the words should come. She wasn’t speaking to me, so I guess I couldn’t understand.
“O-oh...it was that simple then. Okay. Thank you.” Luster hugged Death and I had to wonder how quickly my life went crazy for that to seem unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

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Ch.15
Ch.15
“G, why did you kill that pompous prick?” Duo asked Professor G as they rushed to the hanger. He was no stranger to death, but as much as he disliked that jerk, he was defenseless.
“Our Lady gave me a vision. You must leave Zeon, head for these coordinates. Our Lady wants her Scythe to fight for her.” The doctor said as they walked in front of a black cloaked mobile suit. It was a true Gundam. Every piece of it was brand new tech designed by divine knowledge from the god of death herself. The professor was only her medium to craft it.
“You’re telling me to take it? How can we be sure Zeon won’t just replicate it? Or capture me? Or torture you?” Duo asked before the doctor took his blaster and pushed it into Duo’s hands.
“The Lady told me how. All data has been wiped from the records. The Scythe’s Mobile Trace System will only allow you to pilot it. Shoot me, then leave and do not look back. You will have the Lady over your shoulder from now on.” The Doctor said as Duo shook from the request before he grit his teeth and aimed at the pointy-nosed human’s forehead. “Go forth, on your own terms.”
The trigger may as well have weighed several tons with how hard it was for Duo to pull it.
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“An unknown terrorist has escaped with an experimental mobile suit of unknown design from Zeon Labs. They left under their own power through the Relay in the Neo Z System. They took out all Zeon Defense Forces.” The reporter explained in front of the partially destroyed laboratory. “Zeon Labs is under investigation for illegal RnD of a new MS without permits from the Gov-.”
The shadowed figure hummed with consideration and began checking his contacts.
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“This is a workload, eh lass?” I groaned as I cranked the wrench in my hand. We were all busy sprucing up the place and expanding it some more. If this really was going to be our base of operations, it needs to look the part. Right now it looks like a ‘natural’ cavern in the scrap.
“Y-yeah. Ugh. I’m not weak or anything, but manual labor wasn’t something I ever did.” Luster whined as she and Rivala hauled boxes full of scrap that will be used for whatever our rask companions need them for. I may be used to using junk to get by, but raskvel like Shekka and Hildra could turn literal garbage into potential treasure.
“No matter how strong or powerful you are, if you don’t use it, you lose it.” Spike preached as he too along with Faye/Swerta moved loose debris over to a pile where Shekka and Hildra were almost ass-deep inside of, diving for the best pieces. Damn those two have incredible asses, which considering that’s the most flesh Hildra had below the waist, dayum...
“Damn straight.” Swerta declared since Faye was letting Swerta control her body because the hippogriff had something called ‘the lazies’ and would rather let her body be puppeted than actually do manual labor herself.
“Fuck, this is good~. It's making me so horny with all this great tech!” Hildra hummed as she pulled out some form of optical sensor. “My old job was great, but so long as I get to mess with all sorts of odds and ends along with the Bebop and the suits inside, this is way better.” Hildra tossed the optic at a nearby droid that snatched it and put it in a labeled bin using local script. I eyed her swollen stomach in concern. It’s only been a day and the rask was visibly bigger. How many eggs did she have in her?
“Now you know why running my shop was a pleasure on its own.” Shekka laughed when she emerged and tossed another piece to the sorting droids.
“Though you keep displaying your ass.” Hildra teased as she wiped her hands on her cybernetic thighs. Whoever did Hildra’s legs and tail, they were an artist, making metal look sexy.
“Oh please, you’re worse! At least I’m wearing a bodysuit, you’ve just got that heavy apron and panties you’re flashing!” Shekka slapped her fellow rask’s ass and the two giggled.
“Are they teasing us on purpose?” Jet asked as the two horny rabbit-reptiles kept talking dirty.
“Don’t let it get to you, Jet.” Spike said when he set down his crate and went to get another.
“That’s just them being raskvel. Sorry if that sounded racist, but they literally can’t help it. It’s encoded in their genetics to be constantly horny.” Anno said from where she was running cables. It turns out the bubbly slime jackal was a former R&D scientist, which was why she was so spooked by her transformation making her a prime subject, she knew what would happen. That said, she knew more about theoretical and applied materials than anyone besides Luster.
“Something I’d much rather be working on.” Luster huffed and set down her crate. “Okay, I think it’s time for us brainy babes to take a break. C’mere you two sexy shortstacks.” Luster picked them up by the waists despite Hildra being one third heavy cybernetics and carried the bemused tiny babes inside the Bebop to her lab, aka: our room.
“Alright, so what should we do now? Practice or keep turning this place into more than a tetanus nightmare?” I questioned the group before Jet cleared his throat.
“Actually, could you head to Novahome and get some groceries? I don’t want to dig into our stores when we have a readily available source of food. Also, Ed needs some lady products.” Jet said the last bit quieter and I winced. Ed was reaching the Maiden stage of her life, meaning for the next year, she was going to go through severe and confusing changes.
Asari puberty is no joke. Sadly for her, none of us ladies on board besides Faye have a similar enough reproductive system/cycle and Faye likely needed more-I just realized I thought of myself as a woman again. Woof, well, it’s true now. Anyway. “Yeh, I’ll take a speeder over on a shopping run. What do we need?” I asked before I ejected the filth from my slime like most species would hawk a loogie. I am not ingesting it if I don’t have to.
“Aside from the appropriate feminine products for both Ed and Faye-.” Called it. “-We could use some pasta, your choice-wait, just take the list, why am I reading it to you?” Jet chuffed and sent the list to my Omni. I was wondering when he was going to remember we have technology. “We’ll keep cleaning up. Remember that HK and his crew of 3 have been getting this place straightened out for years, adding several hands to make it livable will go much faster.”
“Got it, pasta night. Ya’ll moan sexually when ya taste it, Anno!” I shouted at the jackal and she giggled before putting a welding mask over her snout and went to work on another cable. I followed the thankfully stand-out signs to the vehicle bay, which was full of several junkers, but it’s better than trying to take that Relic UV to a pirate spaceport. It’d get stolen in a heartbeat.
I picked the one with more than one seat and even had a storage bin. Sure, I could just shove stuff into my inventory, but I’m still pretending I’m my bad old self and stuffing groceries past my junk is not kosher. I morphed to be man, got on the two-seater swoop bike and after a few false starts, was on my way over the scrap wastes to Novahome.
Down below since I was at the highest flight clearance of this bike, I could see the bizarre ecosystem at work. Silver nanobot ‘slime’ swarms assaulted anything they could for ‘lubricants’ and proteins. Yeah, literal hyper-busty slime-babe robots were a thing here! Their normal ‘prey’ were the native denizens of the planet, giant sapient cockroach-like creatures called Sydians who were naturally caustic and even ate oxides. Yes, they ate rust.
These were the two primary alpha ‘predators’ of Tarkus, but the slimes only cared about sexually assaulting living creatures since the nanobot swarms they’re composed of were originally for medical purposes or something, while the Sydians generally didn’t give a fuck about things like ‘society’ or ‘knowledge’. For them, a good fuck, food and family were all they cared about. Genuine tribals.
Damn Tarkus is fucked up. I love it! If I wasn’t a slime, I’d likely have other feelings since I can ignore bad smells. I pulled around the bow of Novahome, waving down at some of the gabs at that fancy terraformed ‘vacation’ spot that was literally just a small hotel with a pool, when I noticed a particularly shiny piece of metal in the piles underneath the Nova’s bow.
I lowered down, wary of attackers and blinked at the sight of an incredibly accurate human foot. “What the…?”
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“Do you have any idea what you found?!” Shekka gushed excitedly when I had two of her junk droids help carry the incredibly anatomically accurate female android I’d found up aboard the Bebop after I returned with the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.
“A stupidly well-made android?” The key difference between a droid and android, was the former was any advanced robot built for a purpose, the latter was a highly advanced droid specifically made to closely mimic living entities. Aside from the silvery skin, yes, skin, along with the silver hair, the female-shaped human android could’ve passed for any human woman.
“Yes! This is the Bess-13! Her model line was designed to put all other droid sex parlors out of business, but she was so expensive to produce that Joy-Co decided to stop after the prototype and try to reduce the cost. What the absolute fuck is she doing on this trashball planet?” Shekka was practically salivating over the find and I felt distinctly uncomfortable.
“Uh...yay? Have fun?” I uneasily said as I let Shekka follow her droids carrying her new acquisition away and I went to the galley to-.
“You got our food?” Ed asked with her usual energy when she popped up from behind the counter and I yelped in shock along with jolting back to base form, ripping my tank top down the front and I pouted down at my ruined top before glaring at Ed. “Jet! Silvy got the stuff! Cook it! Cook-it-cook-it-cook-it!” Hot damn! This ginger asari is hungry! Not in the sexy way.
“I know you’re hungry, Ed, calm down!” Jet shouted over the intercom as I set the nearly overflowing bags of ingredients down. This cost a pretty credit considering how many mouths we have to feed, but with the money we make through selling stuff to Anno’s black market contacts, this is just a pittance.
“I also got you these.” I plucked the box of tampons from the bags and Ed blushed in horror before she snatched it and fled in embarrassment. “Now to toss this into the pile of ruined clothes.” I huffed as I held the torn halves of my top together over my tits and made my way from the galley to the living quarters. When I entered my room, I blinked at the sight of Hildra suspended above the desk with all kinds of holographic screens around her.
She also had her cyber legs and tail removed as Luster examined the purple rask. “You are an incredible specimen. I don’t think I’ve seen details of a species as fertile as yours besides dragons and slimes.” Luster ran her hand over Hildra’s small belly and the blue-feathered woman scratched at her pale blue plumage with a proud yet sheepish smile.
“Yeah, I’ve been told by a ton of people I should’ve been a full-time broodmother, but my passion is in fixing stuff. Breeding is just my side-duty.” Hildra blew a bubble and she hummed when she saw me. “Hey babe. Wardrobe malfunction?”
“Yeh. I got spooked and the lasses split my top in half.” I casually replied, deciding not to dwell on the scene before I tugged the ruined black top off my arms and then went to the dresser to-. “Mm~. Lusty, really?” I cooed when she grabbed my breasts, but the clinical expression told me she wasn’t doing this for fun. She took a few vials and milked my slime into them. Mm, that always feels nice.
“Hey, guys.” We heard Rivala when she entered the room with a small box in hand, looking really nervous about something. “I, uh, found something in that pile of scrap-goods we got.” She told us while setting the box down shakily. “Luster, take a look.” Opening it up tentatively, Luster looked into it and gasped, backing away from it.
Blinking in confusion, I took a peek at whatever was inside and found a coin the size of the palm of my hand, made out of ebony black metal and had crazy red glowing glyphs detailed onto it. “Wow. What is that?” I asked before reaching for it.
“Wait, don’t-!” Luster tried to warn me, but I’d already touched it. It felt good! Like, like touching a font of pure energy good! I groaned as I felt energy pass from me, to it, then back. “Are you...charging it?”
“I feel like it’s charging me. Wow. What is it?” I asked as I held it against my bosom and felt images both terrible and inspiring fill my vision while a voice that my human half recognized rumbled into my perked ears.
“Against all the Evil that Hell can conjure. All the wickedness that Mortal-kind can produce. We will send unto them, only you. Rip and Tear, until it is done.”
“DOOM! Holy shit! That’s awesome! Wait, why am I only now realizing that’s what the Argentines were?” I growled at myself. Hey! My two halves! I know you’re one now, but couldn’t I, somehow, have a way to remind myself of important shit like this?!
“Who is this?” I jolted in shock when a voice came from the coin.
“John or Jane Silver. Former pirate, turned pirate again by backstabbing Corrupt assholes so full of shit up their Taint their eyes are brown. Hey, Lusty, does this have something to do with that Displaced thing ya say I am?” I asked my lovers before noticing that Luster and Rivala were holding each other worriedly in the corner furthest from me while Hildra was confused.
“You must be new to this then. What is it you want?” The voice, so gruff and deep, full of power yet patient, inquired. I couldn’t help but shudder a little at that. Damn, ever since I turned into a gal at base, I’m starting to be attracted to male traits.
“Well, nothing. I just grabbed this thing and it started leeching power from me, feeding it back, like a feedback loop. Yer the Argentines, right? This is the universe that ya rightly left behind for it stabbing ya and yer wives in the groins.” I informed the person on the other end of the line. While the gods leaving was what caused the decline, they left for good reason.
“Do not lump us with them. They left because it got out of hand, we left long before the Collapse.” The voice let out an angry growl and I frowned.
“Hey, history’s been fucked over. I didn’t know that shit, don’t take it out on me because I literally can’t know what got yer jimmies rustled. We’re lucky we even remember any of ya.” I huffed and tossed the coin in annoyance at the empty corner...which spawned a fucking fiery portal?! “What the absolute fuck?!”
What came out of it was some cool-looking people in full suits of armor that made them look beyond formidable. As in they looked like they were able to destroy all of the armies the Govs and Corps could possibly field in a traditional conflict on their own. “...Well this is a dump.” One of them commented as they looked around.
“Be glad this is after Lusty repurposed the booze bottles and turned my life around.” I snorted and then blushed before covering my nips. “Shit! Sorry to flash ya like this! Uh, could ya turn around? My dresser is right there.” I said in embarrassment and edged around them to get into my dresser. Well our dresser. I wear Luster’s clothes as much as she wears mine.
“Sure. Also, I’m sorry for going off on you like that.” The guy with the four-eyed demonic skull helmet said before he and his folks turned away, giving me the wanted privacy to pull out a sports bra and quickly pull it on. I turned around as I adjusted my tits in the cups and sighed in relief, which they took as a que to turn around.
“At least yer a grand lad for being able to apologize, even when I was just as ready to go off on ya for yer attitude. I guess that makes ya the bigger person here. I’m Jane Silver.” I held out my hand to the towering hulk and let him squish it in his grip with a cheeky grin.
“I’m Berserker, but my real name is Bryan. I think you’ve earned the right to use it in private.” Bryan told me as I felt him giving a small smile underneath that helmet.
“Where the fuck did you get that amor?!” Hildra squealed in clear arousal, the way her puss was drooling in the zero-G environment Luster had her suspended in and how her breasts were engorged really drove it home along with the manic expression on her face. “Can I have just a piece of one?! I want to see how it ticks!” Oh right, she’s naked...I didn’t bother to realize that. Just how desensitized to nudity and lewdity have I become?
“We’ll think about it, if you behave~.” The woman in yellow armor teased the rask.
“She can’t.” Luster spoke up and approached the desk while nervously wringing her hands. “She’s a Raskvel, a species that used to be, not centuries ago, the Kobolds. They’ve been so Tainted by Corruption after the Fall that they’ve devolved, yet evolved in a way that both spits in the face of the Teachings of Harmony, yet revels in the Chaos of Life.”
“Is it the same Taint millennia ago or something different?” The guy in the gray cloak with a silver stripe asked.
“We believe it’s a bit of both.” Rivala said with a mewl as she stood next to Luster.
“I thought I felt something similar yet different at the same time. This galaxy is filled with it.” Wait, this guy can sense it?! “Besides you. You’re clean. Unnaturally so.”
“Me?” I blinked in confusion. “I’m nobody special. Sure, I’m descended from the gods, but I was a drunken wastrel waiting to die before another soul was fused with mine and I became me. Then there was that time loop thing that I still don’t know too much about and saving Luster.” I gestured at my lover, who squirmed with a pleading look at us all.
The Argentines looked at each other before Bryan asked me. “What did they want with her?” I shrugged. “Really? You have her and you don’t know...have you even told them?” Bryan demanded from my lover and she looked upset. “I can smell you two all over each other, fucking tell her the whole story.” What?
“...Silvy. I’m...look.” Luster’s body morphed, without her horn flashing with magic. Curved spikes appeared on her outer facing portions of her limbs, multiple glowing seams in her flesh formed and her growing mane outright flowed out before forming a writhing mass of blade-tipped tentacles. “I’m not a unicorn, at least, not at my truest. I am Zerg, specifically, I’m the only one of my kind it seems after the Fall…”
“If you took on more human traits, you’d be a dead-ringer for Kerrigan.” The yellow lady commented with her hands on her hips.
“I always assumed that she was my mother and that Twilight Sparkle, my mentor, was my sire, but I never spent time with Kerrigan outside of political meetings. I was an orphan, a ward of the state. I was raised by attendants and only saw Twilight as my mentor. However, the horror and tears in her eyes as she silently shouted at me after the assassination attempt…” Luster’s eyes, glowing orange that they were, still produced tears. “Silver found me in a cryopod that was long overdue to release me, in this far-flung galaxy and time from the Fall.”
“A pod, the UnSC: the United Space Corporation, was having us ferry for them, planning to kill us instead of paying us for the job. If not for me being Displaced and fused and then going through whatever odd Groundhog Day time loop thing that happened, Lusty would be in their hands and I would be dead.” I approached my lover and hugged her, much to her surprise.
“Hoo boy...guys, I think we should help.” At the yellow-armored woman’s words, the others grumbled in agreement.

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Ch.16
Ch.16
“I am too damn old for this.” Jet grumbled into his palms at the overcrowded navigation table on the bridge of the Bebop. “It was bad enough I went from upstanding bounty hunter to pirate captain, now I’m suddenly hosting the Argentines. If I didn’t consider alcohol disgusting, I’d be drowning myself right now.”
“I don’t recommend it.” I joked weakly, getting a glare from my old friend. “Look, Jet, they don’t have the ability to send over serious reinforcements like ships and stuff because they blocked this universe’s access to theirs, so we’ll have to accommodate them however we can.”
“For now, at least, but it’s better this way.” Berserker said with a grunt as he patted me on the shoulder. He was the only Argentine on the bridge as the rest wisely chose to wait in the cargo hold despite me offering to give them a tour, they said they’d wait. “Until the immediate danger is removed, we can’t set you up for a war to retake all three galaxies.” Wow, that was ambitious.
I know that what history remembers of them paints them to be a battle-hardened warrior society, but it failed to convey just how quickly they escalated. “I had the suspicion that was the ultimate goal.” Jet groaned and I blinked in utter bafflement. What? “This planet we’re on, Tarkus, is a ship with enough resources to build a fleet capable of taking back Triangulum alone.” Wait!
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, lad! That is way beyond the scope of our work! Jet, I’m a pirate! Not a commander! Sure, I can get a small crew through impossible odds, but I can’t lead an army!” I squeaked fearfully and got another pat on the shoulder from Bryan.
“Worry about it later, that won’t be for some time.” He assured me, but I still feel-.
“Uh, hey, I know this is kinda left-field, but if we’re going to raise a fleet, I already have a ship parked at Novahome. We can start there.” Hildra, who had put her panties and apron back on along with her limbs, said from where she was sitting on a large steel crate put there just for her and Shekka since they’re shorties.
“Are you talking about that giant monstrosity you call a gunboat when it’s really a frigate?” Shekka asked her fellow long-eared scaly shortstack.
“The Moondast Gruss (https://wiki.smutosaur.us/TiTS/images/0/02/Moondast_gruss.jpg) isn’t a frigate! It only has crew for a gunboat like the Bebop. All that extra armor isn’t storage space.” Hildra huffed defensively and I was really glad I didn’t need to breathe or my hyperventilating would make me pass out!
“You two can bitch your tits off about it later. Captain, what are your thoughts about it?” Bryan intervened and urged Jet to move things along.
“Sir, I respect your authority, but on my ship, you will not speak that way to my crew unless you were considered part of it.” Jet said dangerously and the air went cold. “Am I understood? I may not be able to do anything to enforce it, but I won’t have my family disrespected. If you were part of the family, that could be considered ‘teasing’ but not right at this moment.”
“Well, sorry for being myself. Again, what are your thoughts?” He repeated his question with a sigh and a notable bit of frustrated embarrassment.
“I think that, unfortunately, this mad plan to overthrow the ruling castes of the Three Galaxies starting with Triangulum is the only way we’ll achieve the glory and goodness we had before the Empire fell. Hildra, Shekka; go retrieve the Moondast Gruss, we’ll start there. I was wondering why HK insisted that we clean out the other drydocks.” Jet groused as he leaned back.
“Jet, you can’t be serious!” I squealed and Rivala rubbed my shoulders. “I-I, I need to be alone!” I surprised Rivala into squeaking when I poured into her cleavage and hid in her storage. Blissful, sweet silence and zero gravity. Oh how I need you right now, because my life is beyond ridiculous! I’m not a hero! I can’t be some chosen one! Why me~?!
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Rivala awkwardly gathered Silver’s abandoned sports bra and jeans before stuffing them in her cleavage. “Sh-she...needs some time.” Rivala uneasily said to the assembled group. “Jane used to be a victim of circumstance, someone forced into piracy to survive. She only ever wanted a stable home and someone to love, not all of this.” Rivala said to the newcomers.
“I know the feeling. I never wanted to become a god, yet I have despite it all. Displaced are victims of circumstances. If there was a way I could help her in lessening those chances from happening frequently, I would do it. Trust me; the multiverse is as vicious as it is beautifully exotic, in its own twisted ways.” Berserker said with a shake of his head.
“That’s part of why I want to stay by her. She isn’t just my saucy space-pirate hero, she’s someone who needs someone.” Luster said, still in her revealed ‘true’ form. The others in the crew had easily accepted it. They already knew who she was, what she was didn’t matter. She was utterly beautiful in this form as well, so it was easy to ignore. Not to mention she still had the pink and orange color scheme with her Marks on her hips under the pants.
“Unfortunately, if you haven’t guessed, we Argentines cannot go out in public. Otherwise it would make things harder and alert this UnSC.” Berserker informed them with a huff of annoyance, disgust and simmering fury.
“Not so!” Luster declared with a mischievous smirk. “I know you’re Cybertronians, which all left with Nexus, but a little cosmetic trickery will make everyone assume you’re just extremely advanced androids like HK, Bones, Dee and Daw.” Luster morphed into a unicorn, only she was now synthetic. “Could you tell that I’m a transformer?” Luster asked, her voice now flanged.
“Okay, you made your point.” Berserker reluctantly resigned to Luster’s method of incognito.
“Just don’t go waving around weapons the size of two people without a bulky and obvious means of making it lighter and you’re good. We’ve regressed, but we’re still advanced enough that a lot of your basic gear should be fine unless it’s iconic.” Spike Spiegel said with a shrug after he took a draw from his cigarette.
“Wait, you’re synthetic?!” Shekka and Hildra squealed excitedly from their seats, their eyes sparkling with their tails and long hip-length bunny ears wiggling.
“...Yes.” There was no point in trying to deny it with these Raskvel.
“If I wasn’t infertile, I’d ask for your eggs.” Shekka said perkily before chuckling. “Be warned, us Rasks are technophiles. You’re automatically turbo-sexy to our whole species.”
“Well, at least you aren’t a Tech-Priestess of the Adeptus Mechanicus.” Berserker weakly joked.
“Those freaks from that board game? Pfft, naw, ever since the Skaven vanished with their goddess, not a single species has attempted that, even if they were more like Orks with how they did things that shouldn’t work. Anyway, we Rasks and Gabs worship Nexus, even if she’s gone with the rest.” Shekka snorted and then blinked. “Why do I feel like I should hide?”
“...Wait, did you just mention something about you being infertile?” Berserker asked warily.
“Yep, that’s Shekka. The only known rask who can’t lay more than one or two eggs and they never hatch. Poor bitch.” Hildra rubbed Shekka’s back with a sad expression while Shekka rolled her eyes, but leaned into her fellow raskvel with sadness in those same eyes.
“Right. If you’ll excuse me for a moment.” Berserker said as he left the bridge quickly, not waiting for anyone’s permission.
“Luster, did you notice something about them? I get the feeling they’re hiding something from us.” Faye questioned with an apprehensive look. “And I don’t know if we’re going to like it.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing we need to worry about. I mean, it’s not like they would distance themselves from Urta, Wiatr and them, right?” Luster asked and everyone shrugged unknowingly. “Right, loss of history and disparate educational standards, we should find out.”
“The past is the past and it’s clearly a sore subject. It may have been recent to you, but it’s been ages for them. Don’t poke at old wounds.” Jet advised and Luster wilted.
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“So, their blessings have faded.” Runner said with sadness from what Berserker had told them from the briefing.
“Apparently so, it was to be expected.” Hunter remarked with a sigh as he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter. Right now, we’re here for these people. Our wives can redeem themselves after we’ve cleaned up their mess.” Berserker retorted with a snort.
“Will this be the last time we help them and do we still let them come over?” General Helvex asked his kings and queen.
“Yes, this will be the last time.” Berserker answered his Blackshield Guard.
“No, they will not be allowed to come over.” Runner followed up.
“The only way we are ever going to see each other is in Paradise.” Hunter finished and the three nodded. Paradise was a wonderful place free of political bullshit; they could be with their wives whenever they wanted without idiots preventing them from having meaningful or lewd time together. The Marines just didn’t like Paradise for the singular fact that it was so hard to leave.
“All I’m worried about right now is our Empyreals.” Berserker remarked on their silver armored warriors that came with them. “They’ll feel the difference real soon. Same with you, Hunter.”
“I can suppress it, they on the other hand won’t bother to try.” Hunter stated with a snort.
“Not like it matters.” Ionyx, the former Crusader now turned Empyreal, retorted with a shrug.
“Fair enough. Alright, let’s get up to speed on the situation on a grand scale first.” Hunter pulled up his Omni-tool, which was promptly bombarded with ads. “Well...that’s not a good sign…”
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I woke up some time later, which was inconsequential when drifting in a void, even if it was full of...whoa. I was so upset and scared when I came in here, that I didn’t notice Rivala’s preposterous sex toy collection. I felt my slime simmer at all of the toys and promptly turned my attention away from it. Don’t think of how interesting it would be to ride a double-dildo mechanical bull ride, don’t think about it.
...I’m slime so it won’t kill me, I’m still getting used to being a woman...maybe just...one ride?
“You’re awake!” Gah! Oh, right, Luster’s telepathy, but I’m in Rivala’s storage. “Fishing you out now.” Aw, sorry my sexual curiosity, I’ll ride the bull sometime in the future. I remained solid when Luster’s hand appeared and pulled me out of Rivala’s cleavage by the nape. “Hey, it’s been a few hours. Feeling better?” Luster was back to her usual pony self when she set me on my paws and Rivala retrieved my clothes.
“Kinda. I’m still overwhelmed by the fact that we started a genuine rebellion or we’re in the process of starting one at least. A single ship a fleet doesn’t make, lass.” I sighed and slid my jeans on before working my tits into the sports bra, adjusting the red ‘knockout!’ bra around until my massive mams settled comfortably. “I’m a good pilot and I’ve outwitted the best, but I’m no leader. There’s a reason Jet’s the captain and it’s not just because Bebop is his lass.”
“Jane.” Luster took my hands in hers and drew my attention to her eyes. “Jane. Do you know the story of the Gods? Do your people remember?”
“What’s to remember?” I asked and Luster sighed sadly, but then smiled wistfully.
“On Equus, where concepts such as Death, Life, Light and Dark were alien, even Time did not exist. Then, there was Fire and with Fire came Disparity. From the flame came Nito, the first of the Dead. The Witch of Izalith and her coven of Daughters. The Lord of Light, Gwyn and his Order of knights. Then there was the Furtive Pygmy, so easily Forgotten.
“They waged war on the reality of Equus, brought with it Chaos that ended Order and attempted some form of Harmony. But they failed. While Order was beaten back and Chaos breathed vitality into existence, the Gods herded the Mortals and defied the new order without understanding why the Fire began to Fade.
“History from there is forever jumbled, but at some point, Equus fell into an age of Dark, which gave birth to the Twin Sisters: Celestia and Luna, the new bearers of Light and Dark. Together, they brought Harmony to the world, only for it to be shattered so coldly by Lust and Corruption. For thousands of years, Equus was in constant degradation, until she (https://www.fimfiction.net/story/423241/corruption-of-souls) appeared…”
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Jim closed the page of the history archive that his new security clearance as an Ensign provided. He decided that he wanted to know at least a little more about his heritage and ended up reading the most summarized and abridged history he could imagine that wasn’t very flattering at all towards the people who founded the Empire.
Basically, Wiatr was a total slut who saved the Empire’s homeworld with Sex and reproduction. Urta got pulled into her romantic unit and promoted to replace Wiatr as the Fertility goddess because Wiatr had limits and Urta did not, which also led to her becoming the goddess of War and Power. The other primary gods all more-or-less got pulled into Wiatr’s harem without her doing more than being who she was thanks to the machinations of Cadenza, goddess of Love.
It snowballed from there, the rapid rise of prosperity, the jump to being star-faring, then galaxy-spanning, then pan-galactic into the Milky Way, then finally making the gates to Triangulum before the people ‘rose up and drove the tyrants out’. Bleh, fucking historical censorship. Everyone knows that wasn’t true, the greedy fucks kept trying to kill all of the gods and they decided to leave this universe to rot for the betrayal of the people.
They should be so lucky the Argentines don’t come back and-why does he hear boss music?
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The very gravity around Berserker was enough to crumple the weaker scrap around him after he finished reading a summary of the universe that had forsaken his wives and bullied them into fleeing to Paradise. The assassination that ‘took’ Luster Dawn broke the Empire and it fell to pieces with the vultures waiting for their meals. The aftermath was called The Fall and it was grisly. Half of the population of the Three Galaxies was gone within a few years.
A large count were the Faithful who joined the gods in Paradise, but that wasn’t the majority. The rest was a tri-galactic civil war that put the whole Star Wars series to shame times a trillion and changed everything from cooperating governments to disparate feudal states and unfeeling megacorporations that were dubbed the Govs and Corps by natives who weren’t part of either ‘privileged’ group type and forced to knuckle under their new overlords.
This was even with the tri-galaxy wide sabotage left as a final fuck-you from his wives courtesy of their mutual friend Nexus that ensured any technology sufficiently hyper-advanced was hard-locked against use unless the user had divine blood. Considering how the vast majority of relatives to the divines went to Paradise, that was a good blow to the technological independence of the majority of the Fallen Empire.
While said groups had mobile suit technology and vast fleets of ships, they paled in comparison to the state-of-the-art ships from well before the Empire began to decline. Quite frankly, if they did have the power to bring even a single of the Argentinian fleets to this universe, they’d outclass them so much, they might even be able to sweep all three galaxies in two decades!
“Motherfuckers.” Berserker growled as the indignant rage on behalf of his exiled wives started to build up, but he took a deep breath to cool himself off. The last thing he wanted to do was destroy the base and alert any potential UnSC sympathizer, even if what he read about Tarkus being a pirate den was true. “Well, at least I’m not out there. Those two are more capable and only one of them has to act in public. Well, better not keep the rasks waiting for me.” Resigning himself to his fate, he made his way to Shekka and Hildra.
The two busty wide-hipped and gloriously bootied shortstacks were fervently ripping apart a ship thruster and having intact pieces put into their cleavages while the junky droids carried off the scrap. This was because they’d gone and retrieved the Moondast Gruss from the nearby spaceport that was Hildra’s ship due to her being the one to put most of it together. From what he read, raskvel consider tech possession illegitimate unless the owner has tinkered with it.
“Oh, hey! How ya doing?” Shekka casually asked as she continued disassembling.
“I’ll live. Need help or do you want me to wait?” Berserker asked them.
“Heh, as cute as your offer is, we don’t know you well enough for that. Also, wait for what?” Hildra asked in bemusement and Berserker inwardly cursed that he already forgot that raskvel considered working together a sign of intimate trust. These two knew each other already.
“Nevermind. Sorry for bothering you.” He told them as he turned to leave.
“Whoa-whoa! Wait~! Is this about letting us examine you?!” Shekka squeaked and Hildra gasped at remembering that he was a cybertronian, something that didn’t exist after the Fall.
“Yes.” Berserker answered with a sigh, turning to face them again.
“First things first: are you fragile?” Hildra asked when she and her equally short and stacked scaly bunny took both of his hands and began eagerly tugging on him towards the Bebop.
“She means: will you die if we get a bit too invasive and it’s not possible to put you fully back together?” Shekka clarified with clear concern and her purple companion nodded.
“No. If you have questions, ask and I’ll answer them the best I can.” He answered calmly.
“Great! Next, do you have functioning reproductive capabilities? In today’s day and age, only Geth can create fully reproduction-capable synthetic chassis and they refuse to share the ‘Legacy of Nexus’ with any others.” Hildra asked when they started up the ramp.
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Do we have your permission to fuck you?” The two horny rabbit-reptiles asked simultaneously.
“So long as you put a condom on it. That’s my only condition.” Berserker firmly stated since he doesn’t want to cause unnecessary inconveniences at this early stage.
“I’m infertile and I’m sure that’s against our sensibilities?” Shekka looked at Hildra, who shrugged in confusion, as if using a condom was utterly alien. “Well, it’ll feel good either way, sure!” They dragged him to a room that was cluttered with random tech and had a messy bed they gestured him to. “Armor off, hot stuff!”
“We’re going to get very invasive~!” Hildra purred as she tossed her apron off-only panties?!
“Oh, one more thing; I can switch between genders and yes, I’m a mother as well.” Berserker felt it would be prudent to add that information in case they do something that’ll make him go from male to female. They just cooed and ushered for him to hurry up, so he sighed and started.

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Ch.18
Ch.18
Having three heads is kinda kickass once you get used to it! I can hear, see, smell and taste three things simultaneously! “Silver, I know you’re...involved in your new ability, but can you not eat and sniff while wildly looking around when we’re trying to have a meeting?” Jet requested and I did triple puppy-dog eyes at him! The jolt of his hand going to his heart means it’s Super Effective! “Guh! That should be illegal! Someone stop her! She’s too powerful!”
“I can’t, I’m not family. I’m a guest.” Bryan deflected as he used Jet’s rules against him. Woof! Savage! I like this guy, so I triple-winked at him and he snorted.
“Dear, would you please focus?” Luster said through her giggling and she even petted my left head. Oo~, that’s nice~.
“We need a way to get to Andromeda without raising concern. I know where Eris is.” Runner voiced while placing a paper note on the table. “As for who is going to rescue her, it’ll be Hunter and the Empyreals.” The crew and I nodded at the mention of their silver armored warriors. While Luster said there was nothing about them, they’re clearly a new trump card the Argentines have, so it’ll be welcome. Even though they give off this unsettling feeling when they’re around.
“Why? Where is the UnSC holding her?” Rivala asked fretfully.
“They’re not. She’s on the execution grounds of the gods.” Luster said in horror after reading the note. “Exogol is where divine entities with unforgivable crimes were taken for execution. Urta even tried to have herself put down when she committed an accidental genocide on a planet, but none of the gods would let her go through with it.”
“That was also the point of our First Betrayal, not only because she killed our warriors on the surface, but that the Imperials were more than willing to betray each other.” Bryan shook his head with a sigh. “The personal betrayal was when she tried to kill herself rather than go through things properly and hurt those she loved. I lost a lot of respect for her then.”
“That’s not what this is about, Berserker. This is about rescuing Eris, not lamenting the past over Urta.” Hunter stated firmly with an amount of cold anger. Only for it to be met with a double-barreled shotgun with two blades affixed to it pointed at his face, making him back down.
“I know, but it made history. So, moving things along; we can’t use the Harmony Gates since they’re being monitored around the clock. Is there an alternative?” Bryan asked casually as he kept his gun trained on his own kin. Right, they’re gods. They can’t die so easily, but the pain is far more brutal I’d bet.
“Hermais’ Library.” Luster voiced nervously. “It’s one of the few things the Govs and Corps can’t control, mostly from its security and I think the things that moved in.”
“Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?” Bryan asked Hunter with a cruel smile as his battle brother looked at him with pleading eyes.
“We’ll take that route, I’ll navigate us through it as much as I can. Unfortunately, not all of us should go. Bryan, you and our Guards will stay here.” Runner told him as he put his bayoneted Super Shotgun away. Going to Hunter, Runner smacked him behind the head. “Hunter, I’m tempted to send you over there alone, so don’t make this worse for yourself.” She threatened him with a snarl.
“Sorry.” Hunter whimpered as he hung his head in shame. Damn, this family is rough.
“Why do I get the feeling you guys give Berserker such a hard time whenever he’s right about something?” Spike huffed out some smoke tainted by his cigarette.
“...We were afraid to face reality when Berserker kept red-pilling us.” Runner admitted as she hung her head in shame as well. “Me, especially. It only got worse when I obtained a new Aspect: Life. It got to a point where I couldn’t bear it, so he proposed that I shared amongst the rest of my siblings. It worked.”
“You carried my sorry ass through some tough shit. It’s only fair I do the same for all of you, even if you are against me at times.” Bryan commented as he gave his kin some head pats.
“Should we send someone with you to find Eris?” Jet asked as he thumbed over at the symbol of Hermais he found in a bazaar once and had welded on the wall to bless the ship’s navigation.
“That depends how strong you are. Hunter and I have better Alts for this mission, while the Empyreals have a better physical build and mental fortification for such places. Bryan can’t come because that place will want him dead.” Runner’s answer told us just how crazy that planet is, if it’s out for Bryan’s blood.
“Our best are Spike and Silver.” Jet said, making Spike and I nod.
“Do ya think it’s a good idea to send us?” I asked Runner, since it seemed she was the one in charge at the moment. The Marines don’t seem to have a leader, but Bryan tends to be that.
“If Jet says you two are it, I have no problems. Anything else someone wants to discuss?” Runner asked as she looked around the room.
“It’s more a matter of need than want, remember we’re pirates, not a military. Asking for our wants is going to get you hours of commentary.” Anno joked and we all laughed besides Jet and the Argentines. “As for needs, if you find any dimensional anomalies that have this resonance signature...please investigate.” Anno meekly pleaded as she sent it to Runner’s Omni.
“Sure.” The yellow armored woman nodded as she viewed the side-mission request. Her heart went out to Anno when she read that her sister was swallowed in said dimensional anomaly. The odds of survival were nearly nonexistent, but since it was in a teleporter accident, the chance was still there. “We’ll be on the lookout. Anyone else?”
“I need you to return my lover intact or at least well enough that I can nurse her back to health.” Luster declared with an aura of DOOM behind her that rivaled the Argentines and they nodded promptly while I think I heard death-metal in the background. Wow that is epic music! I want to hear more of it, specifically while I’m fighting something.
“Oh no. Honey, you’re one of us.” Bryan commented solemnly and Luster blinked in confusion. “You’re part Argentine. If the UnSC captures you, even we’re fucked.”
“Then I guess you better get going, get Eris and bring my future wife back.” Luster declared irritably, clearly disliking being singled out for her heritage. I guess when you were an orphan and suddenly you’re the most genetically valuable person around, you get testy about it. Wait, wife?! Ee~! “Blech! Down! Down girl~! Heh, heh, heh~!” You will get sloppy doggy kisses! Aroo!
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“So yer a ship?!” I shouted in amazement of the gorgeous high-speed hull that made the rusty surroundings look even more like garbage compared to the glorious gold-painted ship. I can feel my tail wagging fast enough to slap my ass. “Yer such a beautiful lass!” She was easily a small frigate, yet had thrusters large enough to be on a battlecruiser! She must book it faster through space than any ship readily available on the market!
“And you get the honors of flying me~!” Runner spoke through the ship’s comms since everything was packed and ready to go.
“Woo!” I ran into Runner’s-sorry, the Runner’s entrance and I quickly scanned the walls to see the memorial plaques, which were nearly blank. She’s a damn fine ship to keep her crew alive so well. I hurried along the corridors until I reached the cockpit and jumped into the pilot seat. “Whoa!” I yelped when the harness deployed, squeezing my tits until it adjusted to their size. “Modular seating? Is that lumbar and-oo~ massage~?” Mm~ heated massage chair...
“Don’t be too excited, she’s only a rental.” Spike joked when he got on the copilot seat, which had a faster time of latching onto his thinner profile. “That said, I left my cigs behind, it’s rude to smoke inside of someone. Or a rental.”
“Wow, way to make me sound like a cheap bitch, Spike.” Runner retorted with a huff.
“A cheap bitch is one you treat like shit, not like a work of art.” Spike rebutted as he helped me go through pre-flight checks. The Runner could do that herself, I’m sure, but she’s hosting us, we should do our part.
“Work of art is right. Half of the stuff I’m used to going over is automated, we’re already prepped.” I shrugged into the harness and I blinked when I thought I felt it grope my chest. Whoa~ I feel it rubbing into my groin! Good touch! “Wow, these seats are...epic.” I breathily said and felt grateful that dense-as-brick Spike didn’t pick up on my arousal. “All systems go! You good back there?!” I called back down the passenger/support seats.
“We’re good!” Hunter replied with a thumbs-up, same with the others.
Oh, something’s slipping in me~! How did she work past the zipper without me noticing? Unf, just keep quiet and fly. “Roger! Clench up! We’re launching pirate-style!” Before they could respond, I brought the Runner inches off the ground, retracted her landing struts, then launched in an arc going up into the sky! There was no inertia! Holy fuck! She has complete inertial dampening! “No inertia. My gosh this is hot.” The only thing I’ve flown this good is Zaku Warrior!
“That’s one Hell of a take-off, girl!” The Runner responded with a hearty laugh, with a breathiness to it. I hope that means she’s enjoying the ride I’m giving her. I can’t bounce without it being obvious, but I used my slime to ripple, pull and suck on her synthetic phallus that had snuck into my snatch. Thank gosh my slime is opaque, because if I was transparent, anyone could see the huge metal dildo in my cunt. Then it vibrated and I almost howled in pleasure!
“P-please s-slow. Near-virgin…” I panted quietly with a mild whimper. I’ve never been fully penetrated before. Lusty and Riv have been patient, but this was spur-of-the-moment and I was really curious and...now I’m mounted on a chair of a sexy ship and about to cum my brains out! “C-can’t~...” I squeaked, hoping I can erase my mouths and silence my screams! I’m lucky I’m not panting and howling in triplicate as it stands! Sits! Fuck~!
I spasmed as my spare heads and my remaining mouth vanished and I even erased my nostrils to prevent squealing through that as I had my first full penetration female orgasm~! Guh~! This makes Lusty and Riv’s tongues and fingers seem weak~! Doing lez-beans stuff is really hard to reach this level! Thank gosh the Runner took over so my hands clenched on the controls looked like I was still doing something besides cum repeatedly on her bitch-breaking chair dildo~!
After that she settled down, but left the it in me as I recovered, the spots in my vision faded as the throbbing of my puss around her dildo kept trying to milk her for seed that was definitely not coming, as much as I really, kinda worryingly so, wanted it to. “Okay, synched up well enough now. Sorry about that.” The Runner said and I nodded, not trusting my body to not betray me should I reform a mouth or nostrils. I wanted to cry in dismay when the dildo retracted.
I feel so empty! So achingly empty! Now I understand all those times when my partners begged me to put it back in instead of teasing them like the right bastard I was back then! I’m sorry, ladies! Wherever you are! I was an insensitive jackass! “Hey, I know I’m incredible, but stop playing around and fly me towards the coordinates.” Right, I’m flying, do that.
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We just jumped across Triangulum in minutes, not hours or days, minutes. The Runner is officially the fastest ship in the Three Galaxies! How many kinds of ancient tech are packed into her engines to be able make a galactic jump in mere minutes? “Okay, so, we got here way faster than I expected. Can I marry ya?” I asked the sexiest ship and she giggled. “Well, after I marry Luster and Rivala I take ya on a bunch of dates to get to know ya better.”
“Aw, how thoughtful of you~.” Unf, just hearing her angelic voice is making me want her more.
“I’m a bit new fashioned. We’re not exactly as rough and ready as people from the Golden Age. Luster even called me a prude, once.” I chuckled and rubbed the arms of the pilot seat. “I used to be a real bastard of a pirate, but I always respected the rights of others to object to sexual advances. I killed any rapists I encountered. I may be an outlaw, but I have standards.”
“That’s good to hear. And yes, I would like to go out on some dates with you and your other lovers. If they’re interested.” Ee~! She wants to give it a chance! Score! Wait, I am absolutely enamored with her after only a few brief encounters? I used to be so distrustful-uhn~! It’s back! Guh~! Yes! Fuck me~! No! Come back~! “So, do you see it?” Hmph! Meanie!
“Let me get some eyes on it.” I sprouted my other two heads and began looking over her dashboard as well as out of the viewscreen. My naked eyes caught it before the ones roving the readings on the dash spotted it. “The free-standing wooden door floating in space with the automated deterrence turrets surrounding it? Yeah, I see it.” I looked over the dash and prepared some missiles. Low-yield, small, yes, these would work better than hull-busters.
I multitasked and simultaneously loaded the launchers while highlighting the targets before pressing the confirmation button. The dozen or so micro-missiles launched near-invisibly through space towards the droid-operated turrets. Only one was alerted by the incoming salvo, but by the time it turned to fire on them, it was too late. The bloom of brief silent explosions erupted around the door, leaving it free aside from the debris floating around it.
“Alright, let’s get our EVA suits on since we’ve gotta get through it and Runner needs to transform back. I don’t want to be in here when that happens.” Spike was about to get up when the harness of his seat grabbed him and yanked him back into it.
“Actually, sit back down, bub. You really do. We Nexus-sourced Cybertronians put most forms of spatial manipulation to shame. Just don’t go exploring too much or awkward things can happen.” The Runner took control and I relaxed into her seat. When we neared the door, suddenly, I was looking at it from a much smaller perspective. “Let’s go. Only one body is easier to keep track of in this place.”
“Oh gosh, my eyes!” I closed them because the sight beyond the door wanted to drive me insane! It was like reality decided to no longer have laws and turned in on itself! “So this is the fabled Library of Hermais?” I asked uneasily before peeking and existence decided to exist well enough for me to be able to comprehend some of the unreality in front of us.
“Yeah, with its memetic traps triggered by intruders. I have a Library Card, so I’m not affected.” Runner replied as she navigated down the aisle of empty bookshelves to the central directory. “Let's see...Andromeda A through E...cartography.” Runner easily walked down the aisles and stopped in E and checked the guide on this bookshelf. “So it’s...here.” Runner then walked into the bookshelf and had to fly through space to evade turbolaser fire!
Suddenly, she was a ship again and she flew us away from the barrage of auto-turrets surrounding another wooden door floating in space. I quickly charted the course and we jumped into FTL. “That was trippy!” I echoed along with Spike. “So, it should only be a few minutes to-.” We exited FTL seconds after entering and I almost cussed in response as I guided the Runner around the ancient derelict of an Imperial Star Destroyer that dwarfed her four times over.
“Nice moves, cowgirl. I guess you forgot that I exited the library in the Exogol quadrant.” The Runner said cheekily before the navigation panel lit up. “Take a look. There’s the End of Gods.” When the planet came into view, I thought I was looking at a barren moon, but instead it was a super, massive desert planet of gray sand, rocks and lightning storms all over. “I’m surprised you can’t feel it. We’re not even on it and I feel it trying to pull on my lifeforce despite the fact that I have a fragment of the Life Aspect.”
“Weird.” I looked over at Spike, who looked ill just looking at the place. “Maybe you should stay aboard the Runner, Spike. Let’s try to scan for life on it. If it’s utterly devoid of it, then Eris should light up on it like a beacon.” I did so and nodded at the clear miniscule ping on one of the thankfully not storming spots of the Deathworld near its equator. “Heading in, clench up!”
Before anyone could protest, I dove the Runner for the planet, easily passing through various fields of debris and headed right for the highlighted location. I wove the Runner through the mountains and quickly put her into a hover above the cave near a ubiquitous mountain’s peak. I unstrapped and backflipped over the seat before I sprinted to the ramp, hit the button, then hooked the end of a rope from my cleavage to one of the struts before jumping several feet.
I rolled and rushed in. I saw a pathetic little snake that had various dull colors, grabbed the poor thing, stuffed it in my tits, then ran back to the ramp where I pulled myself up. “Silver, how are you unaffected?” Hunter questioned when he helped me back inside, but I hit the close button for the ramp and ran back to the bridge, where I jumped over the back of the pilot seat and did the same maneuver to launch away from that place.
“What the hell was that, Silver?” Spike demanded in surprise as I navigated the Runner on a return course for where she came from to reach the door.
“That was me not fucking around and getting the weakened goddess off of the god-killing planet without letting any anyone else touch that place.” I replied snippily as I punched the FTL and prepared the micro missiles to repeat what we did on the Triangulum end of the library. “Ready to fire the moment we’re out-.” Which was now!
I locked on to the turrets and launched the missiles while swerving around to draw their fire from the missiles. They quickly met the same fate as the other ones and flew closer. I waited patiently, but the Runner didn’t do anything. “Uh, your turn now, Runner.” I looked over at Spike, who was looking at me as if I sprouted my extra heads for the first time again. “What?”
“Sorry, we’ll talk about it later.” The Runner said as she changed and walked through the door.
“But still, you didn’t feel the effects of the planet?” Hunter inquired of me and I shrugged.
“No. I didn’t sense anything. To me, it was just a big, creepy, empty planet.” I replied before the little noodle slithered out of my cleavage and I squeaked when it went under my sports bra to suck on my left nip. “H-hey, ask first…” I mewled and petted the tiny thing as its colors rapidly became more vibrant.
“Well, either way, thanks for saving her, Silver.” Hunter complimented with a sigh of relief, while Eris continued to nurse on me. I think she’s already getting bigger...she is.
“Um, how big is she normally, anyway?” I asked as the arm-thick snake began taking deep draws of my nipple and I began panting as pleasure tingled through my slime from my nip. My poor top is stretching out~! I’ve ruined another one in two days! I hope Luster’s plans for a clothing fabricator pan out, I’m getting tired of making clothes by hand.
“Considering how the gods tend to be shaped and how tall they were said to be on average, likely at least as big as you.” Spike groaned and I moaned unhappily as the goddess began emerging from my cleavage and wrapping around my body and the seat behind me. “Ugh, that world was wrong. I’m gonna wait by the exit…” Spike groaned and got up as I began whining and grinding my groin into the seat due to the unusually pleasurable lips on my left breast.
“Need some help with that~?” The Runner purred after she returned to space and then her wonderful dildo somehow unzipped my jeans and penetrated my hungry cunt~! I screamed in orgasm just from the combination of Eris’s lips and this incredible cock~! “Time to make up for all the teasing you endured~.”
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” I panted and howled in triplicate as my extra heads sprouted and began giving desperate doggy kisses to Eris’s body even as she uncoiled from me and began forming an anthro body in front of me with her head under my top to suckle my slime milk! “Awoo~!” I howled and came so hard I blacked out shortly afterward…
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Eris released Silver’s nipple with a lewd pop and a chuckle. “I knew I chose right. So cute.”

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Ch.19
Ch.19
“So it’s not the Bebop?” Jim questioned the hanar info officer and he shook his body in the negative. “Still, thanks for bringing this to our attention, I’ll take it to the General right now.” Jim jogged from the bridge and entered the elevator for Amelia’s office. Since the ship is not currently in Ready mode or actively in conflict, Amelia didn’t have to be on the bridge, so he was acting as her messenger for otherwise personal or unimportant updates.
Knowledge that doors to the Library of Hermais have been broken into and out of in Triangulum and Andromeda is odd enough to let Amelia know about it right away, even if it didn’t involve the Legacy’s stated mission. When the doors opened, he found Amelia at her desk as always and she brightened like a sunrise when she saw him. “Jim, you always seem to know when I need you.” The come-hither finger wave made him smile, but he had to give her bad news first.
“Sorry Amy, duty first. Doors to the Library of Hermais have been breached first in Triangulum, the same mysterious ship appeared at another door in Andromeda and promptly fled. While an investigation squad was on its way, the same ship returned, destroyed the automated defenses on that end, then assumedly entered the Library to return to Triangulum.” Jim reported and Amelia blinked in genuine surprise.
“That is...unheard of. The Library of Hermais has lethal memetic effects for anyone not recognized as welcome and that does not apply to anyone remaining in the Three Galaxies, at least until now.” She opened her Omni when he sent her the file and she looked at the ship quizzically. “That is a unique ship, custom, no visible details stating port of call or manufacturer. It’s quality is astounding, perhaps even a Relic. All such ships were hidden before the Fall like the mobile suits and other weapons, however, so it was likely recently discovered.”
“There is no chance a ship like that can just park anywhere civilized and not draw attention.” Jim commented and Amelia nodded in agreement at his words. “This stinks of shenanigans similar to what Silver has gotten up to. I think they may be related.”
“Perhaps. I’ll file a notification of my own suspicions later. For now, come here, joytoy, I need some relief. Crawl under if your wide, muscular shoulders can manage.” Amelia dropped her pants around her ankles and scooted back for him to squeeze under her desk and he transformed enough to fit easily to orally service his lover.
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Jet was extremely surprised to get a notification of the Runner coming in for a landing in hangar 3. It hasn’t even been an hour! Did they run into unexpected hurdles and come back for reinforcements? He didn’t think there was anything in the universe the Runner couldn’t handle. He left the Bebop and jogged through the tunnel connecting the hangars to reach hangar 3.
The utterly beautiful ship entered the opening in the cliff and swung around with ease before setting down and opening the ramp. He was surprised to see Spike stagger out and promptly throw up to the side while Hunter and the other two Argentines exited after him. “So what happened? Why is Spike sick?”
“The deathworld had a nasty aura to it. I didn’t even touch down on it and I got ill, but Silver set paw on it and didn’t even notice the Taint of that place.” Spike grumbled with a shake of his head as he rubbed his stomach. “I’m going to see if there’s any instant soup in the galley.”
“Pantry, top shelf with the other light rations.” Jet said to his crewmate with a pat on his back as he passed and turned to the others. “Well, I guess it went well? How the hell did you get back so fast?” Jet questioned incredulously, because there was fast, then there was bullshit.
“Guys, we have a problem.” Berserker spoke up, only to get tackled by Eris and he began making out with her before gently pushing her off of him. “Pumpkin, at least you’re safe.”
“I’m home daddy-hubby.” Eris teased as she wrapped her noodly body around him.
“Sweetie, you and I both know that timeline never happened.” Berserker playfully chided before petting her head. “Now then, the problem. The UnSC has caught wind of your operation.”
“Well, it’s not like we could sneak by an auto-turret emplacement. Also, could someone please come get Silver out of my pilot seat? Eris and I kinda overwhelmed her and she’s gone all gooey.” Runner’s voice came from the beautiful ship and Jet still had trouble adjusting to the fact that each of the Argentine Royals present were fabled Cybertronians.
“I know, so let’s lay low for a while until they give up or forget about it.” Berserker suggested as he patted the hull of the Runner. “Give Silver a moment to recover.”
“Eris!” Luster screamed before she tackled the snake to the ground in a hug as Rivala flew inside of the Runner to get Silver. “Oh Eris, you sexy snake!” Luster sniffled and started crying into the serpent’s ‘chest’, so she formed her actual anthro form of various colors of serpent with her head having feathery plumage like a legendary quetzalcoatl to let the Zerg mare bawl into her own heaving bosom.
“Shh, I’m sorry it took so much effort, Lusty, but my Displaced finally managed to rescue you and now me.” Eris smooched her brow and then looked over at the ramp where the comically oversized glass bottle the size of a fuel drum filled with Silvery Slime was rolled down by Rivala shortly followed by the Runner returning to being the armored warrior Runner. “I even had to splice the soul, I got so desperate.”
“Considering what we’ve pieced together means the end of all of us if you fail, I can guess.” Berserker rubbed his snout and gestured for everyone to follow. “C’mon, let’s have another meeting. It seems to be all we’re doing today on our end.” Jet had to agree there.
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I woke up feeling fantastic. I tried to move, but found that I was trapped! I swished around in a panic, thinking that somehow I’d been captured and now I’m just an Argent Cow! Something grainy I pressed against popped free, sounding like a wine bottle, before I emerged and formed my upper body in a hurry to discover I was next to the navigation table and was now flashing everyone my bare naked breasts, so I squeaked and covered my nips with my hands.
“So good of you to join us. Now that sleeping beauty is up, brief us please, Eris.” Jet announced and I quickly fished a T-shirt out of my cleavage to hurriedly put on.
“Sure thing. Also, don’t hide them, girl! Flaunt them! You’re as hot to trot as any of my aunts, uncles or even mom. If not for them holding all of those Aspects that they do, you’d be a goddess already.” Eris, for that’s who the naked serpent had to be, declared with a wink as she put her hands on her egg-bearing hips and thrust out her heaving rack proudly.
“Eris…” Bryan muttered with a shake of his head and she rolled her golden slit eyes.
“Alright, well, I had to manipulate time a fuckton. I’m actually fuzzy on what timeline I’m in and Exogol didn’t help. As soon as I got out of Paradise, I jumped, twisted and wiggled through so many places and times until I found a Relic of my own creation hunting me. I had to go someplace to kill it while leaving bread crumbs and plans for everyone. Ascending a skaven to godhood was the longest bit when I hoped that Silvy here would go that route.”
“Why is everyone obsessed with making me into a goddess~?” I whined and slumped against the lip of the bottle my goo was in below the hips. “First Lusty, then Rivala, now Eris…”
“We’re not.” Runner said when she came over and patted my head for comfort. “My brothers and I aren’t trying to make you one, but it seems you will have to become one. Eris’s plan after all hinges on you.”
“Why me?! Surely there were better options! Ya had to keep rewinding time Groundhog Day style for however long to get me to succeed at rescuing Luster! Why not Jimbo?! The lad’s the protagonist of the story I’m ironically a part of!” I wailed and the others besides Eris looked at me in confusion.
“That being…?” Faye probed and I growled in impotent anger!
“Treasure Planet! God! I’m formerly John Silver, a pirate! The only key difference is for some reason, I’m part of the crew of the Bebop from Cowboy Bebop in a universe with so many species from pop-fiction in my human half’s universe that this might as well be a cringy mary-sue fanfiction!” For some reason, everyone just deadpanned at me for my hysterics.
“Um, isn’t Jimbo part of an oppressive megacorp hell bent on the death of the gods?” Spike pointed out in continued confusion.
“Eris, will he come around if shown the truth?” Bryan questioned while my crewmates looked at him in disbelief.
“Absolutely 100% unless his lover can’t be convinced of the mortal peril her superiors have put the Three Galaxies into.” Eris stated with a yawn and she wobbled on her feet before Bryan steadied her by the shoulder.
“Lover?” Luster asked curiously with sparkles in her eyes. Clearly my dear has an affinity for romance. Then again, she pounced on my lonely heart like a starving Thresher Maw.
“Mhm~. Daddy-hubby, come sleep with me. I’m still tired and I wanna snuggle with you.” Eris mewled instead of replying and Bryan rolled his eyes as he walked her around the table.
“Go snuggle your new plaything.” Bryan pushed her towards me and I squeaked when she stepped into the bottle, somehow turning back into a tiny noodle and she curled up inside me, breathing my goo without a problem. “I already have two sexy engineers I need to take care of when the mood strikes.”
“I still don’t know what timeline she keeps talking about, calling you that.” Hunter shrugged and Bryan rubbed his temples.
“It’s the one timeline where she marries us five.” Bryan grumbled as I nervously petted the sleeping snake with my slime. How is she breathing in me?
“That would royally mess with the rest of our wives, because she’s their niece or daughter and a lot of them have that barrier like most people do.” Runner commented with a shake of her head before she finally took off her helmet-sweet baby Jebus she’s beautiful! “Why are we still wearing our full armor in safe zones, Hunter? Berserker has already downgraded to clothes.”
“I keep forgetting that.” Hunter sighed as he and Runner took off their armor and got into some clothes.
“Awoo~! Oh my gosh! Yer so beautiful as ya normally are too!” I praised with my tail wagging hard enough to slap my ass as my trio of heads all panted at the gorgeous golden bunny-wolf’s face. “Lusty, can I take her out on dates and hopefully marry her too?!” I must pursue the epitome of beauty wrapped in a sexy tomboyish warrior! Or the other way around!
“That would be great!” Luster gasped with sparkles in her eyes as Rivala did the same next to her. “Runner is easily considered the most beloved of the Argentines among the Empire for a great many reasons! Well...you know what I mean.”
“Let’s not talk about the very same thing that failed us and itself. It has hurt my side of the family too many times despite everything we did for it.” Runner stated as the room became very cold, but I oddly didn’t feel it like the others seemed to, neither did Luster.
“Easy, Vinnie. No need to take it out on them.” Thankfully, Bryan’s calm approach did the trick as Vinnie took some deep breaths to compose herself.
“Besides, the Empire is gone. Whatever comes of this, it can’t be that same government again.” Hunter pointed out and everyone present nodded.
“Yeah, fuck total control assholes at the top. It’s shit like that which causes things like the Govs and Corps. If anything, shouldn’t the people govern themselves? Not anarchy, but whatever that’s called. Not a representative democracy either, that’s little better than a monarchy, oligarchy or autocracy. Don’t even get me started on corpocracy.” I huffed and wondered how such a massive Genuine Democracy would work. Maybe with a system like Nexus’s singularity for making government decisions? Not constantly though, that’s bad for individuality.
“That’s why we are here: for you. Not for our wives or to try and bring back the Empire.” Bryan stated and hearing that from him brought such relief and genuine appreciation from us pirates. I guess the Empire misunderstood him and painted him in a bad light. Assholes.
“Good, because one of the key reasons pirates exist, besides necessity, is because of a desire for Freedom and-.” I felt dizzy and wobbled. “Hey, hey~. Pretty lassie…” I splashed back asleep in my bottle. Eris feels so warm and cozy…
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“Why is she glowing? Why is my first-mate shining bright enough to blind us?!” Jet demanded worriedly as he put himself between the bright gray light and Ed.
“Ascension!” Runner answered as her brothers and their retinue put themselves in front of the other crew members. “She’s becoming a Goddess!”
“What?! There hasn’t been a new deity since the Fall thousands of years ago!” Spike shouted in shock before the glass bottle melted from the intense heat and the form of Silver formed in the light before the light faded and the silver slime wolfess stood before them in the buff on unsteady paws.
She wobbled, still unconscious, but Eris emerged in her true form and helped shoulder her. “Easy, easy. Mm, easy. C’mon...to bed with us…” Eris mumbled and began dragging the sleeping slime out of the room with unsteady stumbling.
“...So what’s she the goddess of?” Ed asked curiously with awe in her voice.
“Freedom, a concept we know all too well.” Berserker answered as he and the rest of the Argentines bowed their heads in respect and gave a few prayers for Silver.
“Well, now I’m definitely boinking her brains out.” Vinnie smirked and Luster followed Eris along with Rivala with concern for their lover. Then a portal opened up and out came Pillar and Collateral with their own guards. “Whoa!”
“Whoa, indeed. We felt the presence of a new deity and it has somehow weakened the barrier just enough for us to travel over here.” Pillar answered as the Bebop pirates stared in awe as all five of the Marines stood before them, feeling more…more.
“Hm...considering how she was able to penetrate the barrier through our Token just by touching it when we’d blocked even that, I think Eris purposefully chose Silver not just to save Luster, but because of her innate power even before ascension.” Berserker mused and Jet sighed as he sat down, really wishing he could have a drink for once even though he didn’t like alcohol.
“Good thing it was inside, otherwise pirates would be all over this place.” Especially since pirates definitely fall under the new goddess’s aegis. She could probably rally every pirate fleet on Tarkus with a single call if she wanted, but she likely didn’t want to.
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I groaned as I writhed in bed and wondered why I had passed out. I blinked a few times and looked around my room as I pushed myself up. Why do I feel…different? In a way I can’t really describe at the moment. Also, some sort of...vitality beyond even what becoming an Argent Slime did to me is coursing through me. I feel like I can do anything and damn whatever gets in my way!
“Mm...go back to sleep…” I looked down at the snoozing sexy snake of time and I felt that I could blame her for this new incredible sensation, so I pulled her into a snuggle and kissed her. “Mm~. Hey, no. I’m-mm~...” I kissed her gently and deeply, sensing that she wanted it despite her exhaustion. I gently pawed her breasts and rubbed her lower stomach as she moaned.
“Ya want this. I can feel it.” I purred before my hand found an emerging stiffness and I wrapped my fingers around her bulbous snake-dick. “I don’t know what happened to me, but I feel like I know what to do without violating yer wishes.” I gently pulled on her penis and helped coax her to hardness that was sandwiched between my thighs. I ground my puss against the rough dick while kissing her. “*smooch* I blame ya fer this.”
“Silvy! Let Eris recover, you’ll make her even more tired if you sex her now.” Luster huffed when she entered the room with an amused pout.
“She’s consenting, ya want in. C’mere, I think I know how to get ya off without even penetrating ya.” I cooed at my future wife and she blushed hotly.
“N-not right now! Sweetie, you’ve...you’re a goddess now.” I’m not surprised. “You should take it slow, don’t let your new Aspect control you, you need to control your Aspect. Think about how hard it was for Vinnie to keep it together with the Life Aspect?” Oh, yeah. There are so many things to Life, so many paths to walk. It would drive anyone to madness if they couldn’t handle it. It was only thanks to Bryan’s intervention that saved her.
Why do I know any of this? It’s none of my business-suddenly I forgot what I knew...I knew something, now I don’t. “Hm, yer right. I should be careful. I just made myself forget something, whatever it was. I think because I felt like it was none of my business to know without being told by...someone.” I ceased pleasing Eris and she whined in disappointment, but my ass was still sandwiching her throbbing tumescence. “Sorry lass, I got ahead of myself.”
“No~...I’m horny now. Don’t be a cocktease.” Eris whimpered and I sprouted my heads to give Luster triple puppy eyes and she recoiled with a hand to her heart as if struck! Super Effective!
“Guh! Fine! Fuck the Goddess of Time, just don’t get pregnant!” I felt Rebellious against that command and I felt my hackles rise as I growled in triplicate. “I mean, please don’t get pregnant!” Luster reworded and suddenly I didn’t feel ready to howl her ears off.
“Careful, you’re letting it get inside your heads.” I looked towards the doorway to see R-Collateral standing there. How did I know his name, then forgot it because he wanted it secret and thus it wasn’t my business knowing without him telling me? Wait, am I the opposite of Cocoa?! She was the Goddess of Secrets, I’m her direct descendent, but instead I can’t know secrets unless I’m let in on them!
“Yeh...I’m kinda spooked now. So, what’s a towering stud like ya doing in my room? Also, mind that I used to be a man and my rapid transition has given me a bit of whiplash. I used to be a heterosexual man.” I informed him because I sensed the sexual tension, like he expected me to behave like people he knows. To be fair, I just might. I’m simmering in arousal right now and I do have a horny goddess’s dick in my ass crack while said gal rubbed my hips hopefully.
“Hey, I don’t judge. That’s Pillar’s job.” My equal joked, which made me laugh. Wait, equal? “We both share the same Aspect: Freedom.” Collateral declared and I blinked in surprise.
“Oh. Cool. Well, I’m in a bit of a sitch. I have a horny Time goddess I got all randy and I’m willing to oblige, but I don’t have any condoms on me and I’m a bit too...fertile right now to avoid getting pregnant if I take in cum. My ascension seems to have primed my reproductive systems. If I’m going to have a pup, I want Lusty to be the first.” I said while looking at all three of them at once. Man having three heads is great. I got to see Eris’s relief, Lusty blush harder and Col smile.
“Here.” Collateral threw a box full of condoms my way. “Have fun.” He waved at us before closing the door and leaving before I could take umbrage with the near-order and instead took it as a suggestion. Okay...I’ve never put one of these on someone else...time to learn.

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Ch.20
Ch.20
“Yesterday was a big day.” I commented at the breakfast table in the galley while shamelessly sipping from a bottle of Eris’s cum that I had Luster bottle for me from the room-filling condom I caused Eris to inflate inside of me. Hot damn, being cumflated was an utterly epic way to cum and ruined me for being a man. The knowledge that was how a majority of women and herms got off in the Golden Age made me long for the universe to achieve that prosperity again.
“Yeah. You ascended into godhood, rescued my niece and even revealed that you’re somehow a key to bridging our previously sealed dimensions just by existing. Big is an understatement.” Collateral snorted as he enjoyed the pancakes Jet served.
“I knew I chose well~.” Eris cooed as she leaned against me, nuzzling my left cheek and I returned the affection while I ate and browsed the news on my Omni-tool. “Hm, now, where are my Broodmother Goddesses~?” Broodmother Goddesses~? I like the sound of that~.
“Trapped in Paradise, their Freedom has been denied, so I Feel it now that yew’ve asked. It’s somewhere between the Three Galaxies, probably at the abandoned Ark of Harmony.” I commented with a snarl and my ears pinned back. I am very sensitive to people’s Freedoms being denied, which sucks because of the universe I live in.
“What? Oh no! I already knew about that. I was talking about Vinnie and her sister.” Wait, they have another sister?! I already want to marry Vinnie just after meeting her, how will her sister make me react?
“You already met her.” Collateral snickered, somehow guessing my train of thought.
“Brennie? Who is Brennie?” I asked when the name popped up into my head. Damn it, my powers are so esoteric. Do I know it or not? Why is it so finicky...right, because I cannot deny others their Freedoms such as Liberty and Privacy. Oh shit, I’m a living definition of the concepts of Freedom! I’m both annoyed yet excited by this understanding!
“That would be Bryan when she’s a woman.” Eris spoke up before devouring whatever was on her plate. I’m not paying that much attention.
“I get the feeling he’ll be annoyed at ya telling me and not letting him tell me himself.” I pouted at her with a chiding tone as I waved my fork at her.
“I’ll forgive her this once. She’s been through shit.” A new feminine voice spoke as-holy sweet mother of me! Two sexy hotties~! I can sense both of them really want to-guh~! No! Bad me! Bad body! No making puppies! This is not a good environment for that!
“My brain is still getting unscrambled, hello sexy~. Want some pups?” Eris teased before she was hit in the head, causing a broken clock to go flying out of her ear. “Okay that would be a broken timeline I need to devour.”
“I sense that isn’t the same as killing people so much as it is rewinding time so yer not denying anything besides memory.” I commented to put those uninitiated in Eris’s powers at ease. I only know this because she wants me to know. My gosh, I hope I don’t have to do the whole seer shit with people because they can share things with me without even speaking.
“Yeah, similar. Makes me even more horny when I do it since I’m taking in myself and eliminating whatever broke time. I have like...3,000 selves to eat since that’s how many loops in the time stream I had to make. I’m basically a vergence of all possible Timelines and I’m absorbing all of the ones I didn’t get to manage in my reduced state.” Eris said and I nodded.
“Understandable. So, everyone, before I explode in sexual desire to fulfill Vinnie and Brennie’s wishes to blow my mind, I’m going to go to town and go for a walk, maybe visit Colselno.” I morphed into my original male form. I felt diminished for restricting myself, yet at the same time it was my Choice to be so and it felt Right.
“Be careful.” Eris said as she started eating her clock and some of her tail. Ah, the ouroboros, a symbol of eternity. It makes sense that would be a way she could physically represent her duty.
“I’m always careful, lass.” I winked at her and kissed Luster and Rivala on the way out, just barely avoiding doing the same to Vinnie and Brennie, instead just giving a friendly shoulder pat on the way out. Vinnie would’ve happily let me be more handsy, but Brennie was still unsure and I didn’t want to pressure her with physical advances. I’m not her waifu, she’s in another dimension and the local waifus are all trapped in a pocket dimension.
“Why is the snake lady eating herself?” Faye asked when she staggered in sleepily. Swerta is still asleep and Faye spent some of last night experiencing male sensations for the first time. Wait, that’s private, now I’m fuzzy on what I just thought I knew. Whatever. I’ll get the hang of these new powers hopefully sooner rather than later.
“Hey shortstacks, there’s short stacks in the galley.” I said to the sexy rabbit-reptiles as I passed them and they nodded at me before cooing when I pet their plumed heads and start of their ears before continuing on. I went up to the motor pool and grabbed a swoop bike which I took to the air and flew towards Novahome to have some me-time to clear my head.
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Jim groaned as he was pushed to his limits in training. He wanted the power to beat Silver, to win this conflict, to retire with Amelia somewhere isolated where they could start a family-.
“Hm? Someone is actually channeling me hard enough?” A woman’s voice called in his head as a warrior in golden armor appeared like a phantom from the old archives! She’s Urta! His ancestor! She was unfairly beautiful and sexy, exuding an aura of Power and feminine Fertility with her bountiful breasts and pup-bearing hips wrapped in her power armor. “Hey~! Wow you’re a stud! I thought from what we’ve been told, that people like you didn’t exist anymore.”
“U-uh...I’m unique, sadly.” Jim replied in confusion. Is he hallucinating? Did he drink in too much Love from Amelia? He has been extremely well-fed on a whole buffet of emotions unlike most changelings. His mother did warn him that overindulgence may result in side-effects.
“Well that’s just a shame. Anyway, I need help if you’re willing. I and all of those faithful to me and my family are trapped in Paradise by a seal. My wife, Runner, told me that some organization with the same name as our old UNSC are the culprits.” Jim felt condensation form on the back of his neck at realizing his employers were the ones to blame, but clearly Urta didn’t know that or she wouldn’t have reached out to him like this.
“Uh, that’s...that makes sense, actually.” Jim had his suspicions. The HQ on Aiur II felt wrong. The ponies there were like cookie-cut copies of each other in body if not in personality and their emotions were all muted, like being put through a filter. “Listen, I’m your descendent, but I’m in the employ of the UnSC. I don’t know what their goals are, but they have me hunting a pirate that took something they clearly want. He’s skilled enough that I need to train and-.”
“Become more Powerful to best him in the art of War when you’re already a beacon of Virility which also falls under my aegis with Fertility. I see. I advise that you not go through with delivering the objective to your superiors. Instead, play along, keep up an act. I’m not Cocoa, I can’t play such a game, but I believe you can.” Urta seemed to consider something for a few moments and then nodded. “Hold on, bringing in my twin.” Her twin too?
Moments later, a mocha brown vixen who looked exactly like the gray and white armored vixen appeared alongside her. That must be Penny, Urta’s twin sister. They both neared him and while Penny rubbed his groin, Urta pressed her breasts into his snout! “I hope your instincts are right, sister.” Penny said before getting on her knees and he moaned into the ethereal breasts, thankful he was using a private training room right now.
“They have to be. We can’t do anything from here, but he can. My descendent, our descendent, we pass our Power, our War prowess, our Fertility unto you. While we degrade to demigods, you shall take our place in the pantheon in the hopes that you save our beloved families!” Urta declared before kissing him and Jim came so hard he blacked out.
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“She did what?!” Vinnie shrieked as she paced in the room that she brought her siblings to when Wiatr had called her, babbling and sobbing incoherently. “Those dumb cunts!” Vinnie’s voice was filled with dread and anger blended with concern and sadness.
“Let me guess; they passed down their Aspects to Jimbo.” Brennie said with a sigh since she can already sense the new God of War, Virility and Power from where they were right now.
“Putting them into a coma, yes!” Vinnie hissed and looked beside herself with worry. “They won’t wake up and their souls are just tiny flickers in their bodies. Nobody knows when or if they’ll wake up.” The bunny-wolf bit a finger and clearly wanted to scream in impotent fury.
“And people say we do drastic things.” Collateral scoffed in annoyance.
“Now they’ve basically put the boy in an even more precarious position.” Pillar shook his head, disheartened. While it was a bold and desperate move, he could respect the intent.
“Unless, Eris wasn’t blowing smoke and his lover has the clout to ignore his new state and simply write it off as his demigod powers expressing themselves.” Brennie said with narrowed eyes full of skepticism.
“At least Urta’s finally proven that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect those she loves. I just wish she didn’t need to involve Penny. Nexus is going to be heartbroken until Penny revives.” Vinnie said before whispering into the call with Wiatr and hanging up. Listening to the several people crying on the other end wasn’t making her feel any better. “So much for Paradise being Paradise. Now it’s their own personal Hell.”
“We’ll worry about that later. Let’s focus on what we can do right here.” Brennie shifted the topic in order to get things moving. Urta and Penny are tough, they’ll hold out until things were all sorted out. “I’ll be honest with you. Ever since we came here; I can’t help but feel like this was all planned. And no, I don’t mean Eris. It’s definitely something else.”
“That almost sounds like a conspiracy theory, but maybe you’re on to something.” Hunter nodded his head in agreement. He felt a presence along the edges of his psychic power, something hidden. It doesn’t want to be noticed. Fortunately, it hadn’t noticed him yet.
“Roll, snake girl, roll!” The ginger-crested Asari named Edward cheered as she and her neural-enhanced corgi named Ein pushed a whining Eris down the hall like a wheel.
“Smom!” Eris cried while she looked like she was about to barf herself up. Ugh, first, rescue the snake goddess from the enthusiasm of youth.
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“This place is so free~!” I cheered as I was walkabout in Novahome. Yes, there were violations of personal freedoms everywhere, but unlike the oppressive atmosphere of the Corp or Gov administered society, Novahome was entirely free of regulations aside from generally agreed-upon social rules of engagement that people willingly adhered to.
Nobody wanted to be banished from the place, so they willingly held themselves to their best behavior without needing oppressive restraints like invasive laws and advertising violating their rights to be who they were and their privacy. To the uninitiated, this was a disgusting hive of scum and villainy. To me, it was an expression of the sapient spirit to seek togetherness even in the harshest environments.
“Hey, fuck you!”
“Fuck you too!”
Ah~! Freedom! Even disputes like that are refreshing! They don’t have security or police rushing to beat them half to death with hardlight clubs, do they? I went to The Mess, where I felt the greatest violation of Freedom was occurring. I drifted through the overcrowded cafeteria to see Del, the Indentured Servant at the bar looking prettier than last time. I casually slipped behind the bar into the back rooms without him noticing and retrieved my blaster from my pants as I screwed a suppressor on the end made from a tabana gas filter for a speeder.
“Who the fuck are-?!” I shot the long-haired redhead human Slaver in the face before she could get up from her desk after I opened the door. The green shot was as bright as ever, but there was no sound besides her head pulping and her blood evaporating into the air.
I casually closed the door and slipped the murder weapon into my pants again, whistling to myself as I felt the fulfillment of righting a wrong with another wrong. It hurt a bit, but that bitch, Beth Carver, was the owner of the largest Slaving Ring in the Triangulum Galaxy. Her subordinates will still do their work, but most of them will end up fracturing without her holding the whole thing together.
Besides, the bitch was in the pocket of Snugglē, the largest slave-enterprise megacorp in the Three Galaxies. With her gone, suddenly they won’t have such a stable supply of ‘workers’ for their numerous plantations in Triangulum, forcing them to have to actually keep their ‘employees’ alive instead of working them to death and replacing them with new ones.
The chain of Slavery violating Freedom just had one of it’s strongest links shattered and the anarchy to come may be tragic, but the universe will improve without Beth Carver’s Taint twisting it. I waved at Del as I left from behind the bar and sent a quick file to his Omni-tool on what to do next. The Mess needed a new manager after all and the rampant raskvel enslavement project was now put to a grinding halt.
Shekka will be so happy to hear about this she might just try to get me to get her pregnant.
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“What’s that noise?” Spike questioned when he heard what sounded like metal-on-metal clashing against each other. He went to investigate where it was coming from and he could hear some cheering. Soon he found the source was coming from the Argentines having a sparring match. Brennie pitted against one of her guards. Some of his crewmates were watching on and he joined them. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, hey Spike! Just watching these guys go at it!” Ed answered excitedly as she went back to watching. “The first to draw blood from their opponent wins! This is so cool~!”
“Just be glad that’s where they’re stopping.” Luster commented with an exasperated eye roll.
“Will one of you two lose already?! I want my turn!” The Empyreal named Ionyx complained.
“It’s not my fault you lost at rock, paper, scissors, brother!” The black armored one named Helvex retorted with a laugh, parrying away Brennie’s strike with his axes.
“Luster, I think you’re misunderstanding them.” Spike rebuked with a frown.
“I may have been born after they stopped being around all the time, but the Empire’s martial traditions were heavily grounded in Argentine roots even if the average foot soldier never became as potent in comparison. This is almost no different from a sparring session in the Empire’s training barracks before the Fall.” Luster replied as she watched the match.
“It’s more than a training session for them.” Spike said as he saw how happy these Argentines are. “It’s their way of expressing themselves. Weird, I know, but they aren’t normal people. These guys are immortal warriors.”
“Spike, you get it, but you need to remember that this was my world. I was always the bookish sort, I only completed basic training as part of my upbringing, but I was never without soldiers and artists of martial combat around me all the time. You should have a tap-in, even if you’re young, I can tell you have a warrior’s soul.” Luster suggested as she leaned back to relax.
“Yeah, but I’m not stupid. I’ll wait, since this is their happy time.” Spike retorted with a grunt as Brennie drew first blood from Helvex, making her the victor. “Here’s a question: do you know what life is like on their side?”
“Besides being more dangerous yet prosperous? Not really. Whatever information that delved a little deeper into their society has been lost. Or maybe they scrubbed it before leaving. They are known to be paranoid for a reason. It’s how they stayed on top of things.” Luster answered with a sigh as the two warriors congratulated one another before the next match started.
“So, there’s more to them?” Spike asked with a raised brow out of curiosity.
“Of course, but nothing in history says much besides that they’re very independent, stubborn and prefer to be left alone. When they provided aid, it was always on their terms and they never allowed the Empire to touch Devorak.” Luster replied with a sigh. “The closest we have to possibly cross-analyzing their society and other such is our own Tartarus, but that’s not exact.”
“Tartarus?” Ed asked in confusion and Luster sighed again.
“Tartarus is the neighboring parallel dimension that acts as a natural barrier between the shifting tides of Infernus; the realm of Hell where Luci Fer: the Goddess of Evil usually resides. As well as Urdak; the realm of Heaven where Jehovah: the God of Good rules. That said, Tartarus was too intermingled with the Empire after they and the Argentines saved them from Corruption. That you don’t even know means they are lost as well.” Luster sighed sadly and her hand morphed into a blood-red furred hand with black nails/claws. “I’m a roadmap of the lost.”
“You’re talking about demons and angels now? I’m starting to think the Argentines have run the gauntlet of reality. Well, I’ll ask if they’re willing to train me sometime. I may have been an assassin once, but it would be a good idea to improve my skills with this coming war.” Spike blew out his cigarette smoke and crushed the spent cig in his scaled hand for disposal.
“They kinda have. I mean, they’re Nephilim, both angelic and demonic. Oh, if you mean all of them, no, just the Marines. They’re special.” Luster waved off and then stood up with a stretch. “I’m not a physical combatant, I’ll just be leaving you all to get sweaty. I’m going to go update the molecular forge in the Bebop’s maintenance bay.”
“We have a what in the where?” Spike blinked and Ed began bouncing in place.
“Yeah! We can put garbage in it and get whatever we need from it! It’s really energy consuming though, so we need Silvy to fuel the reactor when she gets back.” Ed gushed excitedly.
“Basically, it rewrites things down to the object’s original molecular structure and turns it into something you need.” Hunter spoke up and Spike jumped away in surprise. As a former assassin, Spike’s spatial awareness was higher than most, but Hunter was like a ghost.
“Yep! I helped Luster build it, so now I know a bunch of new stuff! Shekka and Hildra are kinda upset they didn’t help us with it, but they were too busy scanning your sister.” Ed said and Spike remembered how eager those two rabbit-reptiles were to get their hands on one of the Marines after hearing they were Cybertronians. “But I’m also jealous-no, wait, envious, that they know more about transformers than I do. Can I scan you mister Hunter?”
“Uh...maybe when you’re older.” Hunter uneasily replied and the ginger-crested asari whined. “So, Spike, how about a spar? I’ll go easy on you since you’re not a legendary warrior.”
“Sure, I could use the exercise.” Spike tossed the cig into the nearby trash bin.

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Ch.21
Ch.21
After I assassinated Beth Carver, I left the Mess to get more familiar with the ship-shaped megacity. Steel Tech already sent a replacement store runner with high-end BX-series combat droids to dissuade a repeat ransacking. I also ended up adopting another new crewmate. “Wee~!” The young bat-girl cheered from where she was on my shoulders.
Aurora was an orphan running the machinist shop near Steel Tech’s store. The adorable 14-ish year old lass was basically a second Edward and I promptly told her to close up shop and that I was taking her to join my crew away from all these deviants that she somehow avoided. It’s not kidnapping, it's a surprise adoption! “If you think this is fun, we’ll be flying back to the ship on a swoop bike.” I regret that it’s a one-seater, but Aurora has wings and she has a strong grip.
“An actual swoop bike! The rasks don’t let me near working vehicles! Oh! Besides Shekka! I was really sad to hear she left. She always got me such neat stuff.” Aurora flapped her wings/arms and made carrying her slightly easier for a brief moment.
“Well, she’s part of my crew now, so yew’ll be reunited.” This got a high-pitched squeal of joy from the bat-girl and I was still perplexed about her species. There were no bat species in any of the Three Galaxies that I knew of. Who is she? Where did she come from? What is she? So many questions, but Freedom had no answers because Aurora had no answers. Nobody did, at least to social perception. “We also have an asari kid who behaves a lot like ya. I’m sure ya two will get along famously.”
“Cool~!” Aurora cheered and I carried her out to the garage where the rasks took umbrage with me taking Aurora anywhere like the surprisingly good neighbors they were, but when I explained I was adopting her, they skeptically agreed and demanded that I bring her back for visits now and then. I mounted the swoop bike and had Aurora wrap those powerful arms and legs around me. She was like a limpet, she wasn’t going anywhere.
The visiting part wouldn’t be an issue since Hunter and his group had installed spying equipment throughout Novahome. I could use that to keep an eye on her when she’s visiting. “Hold on tight! I’ll arrange for yer stuff to be brought over!” Most of it was junk, but Aurora had made some really cool stuff out of it. Like the rocket-powered sledgehammer. I can’t use it, but I still want it if she’ll let me have it.
I flew her to the base with no issues other than her shrill squeals of excitement. I parked in the motor pool and carried her on my shoulders down to the Bebop where I found Ed watching Spike get his ass handed to him by Hunter. “Hey Ed! I got ya a sister!” I declared and the asari blinked at us before locking eyes with Aurora and it felt like something clicked in reality before they did a simultaneous squeal and Aurora jumped in a frontflip off of me to land by Ed.
The two tech-terrors babbled miles-a-minute and then scurried inside with Aurora nabbing a droid head from somewhere and carrying it over her head inside after Edward. The sight filled me with longing and I rubbed my stomach as my body reverted to my base form. Hot damn are those kids precious. They’re in their respective teens and so full of youthful wonder.
“I know that look.” I turned my head to Brennie when she approached. “And with the Aspect of Life, it’s even more…” She had a thoughtful look on her, trying to find the right word to describe it to someone who hadn’t been a woman until recently.
“Intense? Sensational?” Vinnie came up beside her and hugged her close. “Natural~?” She purred as they giggled and nuzzled their noses together. Seeing them so cute together made me want to hug them, but right now I’m buzzing with this odd desire. I...think I want to have pups. Not just the sexual desire to breed, but the desire to have and raise those pups.
“Instinctual was what I was going for, but yeah, those work as well.” Brennie commented and she was right; it was an instinctual desire to start a family. I mewled and rubbed my lower stomach in desire, an ache I’ve never felt before. Brennie and Vinnie pulled me by the hands inside of the Bebop with gentle and understanding expressions. “We’ve been there.”
“We were like you before, where we used to be a man originally, but then we met wonderful people and when we brought out our feminine sides, well, it was amazing. We can’t do that for you right now though. Even with Navel Pearls, you’re nowhere near overpowered enough to think it’s safe to be pregnant during a war you’re supposed to participate in.” Vinnie said and I whimpered. I already have someone I Love profoundly and now I can’t fulfill this raw need to have children with her? War sucks!
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“Ugh...War sucks…” Jim groaned as he rubbed his sore and aching body. After Urta and Penny passed down their Aspects and made him a full-fledged god, he was found passed out in the private training room, drenched in his own glowing purple cum. He passed it off as passing out from an unknown surge of energy and was promptly informed he now produced Argent.
He even had to turn into a woman to get her mind-blowingly huge beach ball breasts milked and he didn’t dislike the sensation, but Jim always felt distinctly off when a woman unless in the throes of passion. That was hours ago and he was coping with the new extrasensory attributes of being divinity. He could feel the constant skirmishes across the Three Galaxies, the constant flow of Power both literal and figurative.
He also felt sick because of the deplorably low birth-rates and declining population of the Three Galaxies. People were dying too quickly and not having enough babies to maintain a stable population. He had the sense that the population never surged after the Fall, that this tragic state of things was the result of the Corruption, of the Taint convincing people to give up on the next generations and effectively kill themselves in a slow decline.
He genuinely would go female if that would help, but this wasn’t an issue of lacking in eager breeders, it was in the almost nonexistent Fertility. Urta and Penny may not have felt this so acutely from within Paradise, but he doesn’t have a near-perfect pocket dimension to bury his snout in and ignore the rest of reality like they did. Then again, they’ve been trapped for so long that they couldn’t do anything about it. He could.
“Since it’s my job now, I guess I need to start somewhere.” Jim mumbled to himself and undressed. He was lying in Amelia’s bed and he hoped to entice her, to ease her into the idea of helping him defy their superiors. The strict taskmistress had a soft spot for him, which he believed was aided by her previously unknown raging libido, which he could take advantage of.
He willed his mane to transform into rose petals and willingly shed them along the floor to the bed and around the bed before he rid himself of his mane and shortened his tail to his dock. He then posed like a predator waiting for his prey moments before the door opened. Romantic music turned on and he enjoyed the dumbstruck look on Amelia’s face as she gawked at him and he could taste the surge of Love as she dropped her drink, the no-spill bottle rolling away.
“Amy~. I’ve been waiting~.” Jim’s deep, rumbling voice purred as he shot her his best come-hither look and crooked his finger. Her pants dropped faster than he ever saw them do and she jumped at him with a ravenously manic expression that made his loins pulse.
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“Hm.” Pillar hummed as he looked towards the ceiling of the Bebop’s hangar.
“What’s up?” Faye asked from inside the cockpit as she worked on the Red Head, her new mobile suit. It was more of a cosmetic thing with the cockpit, but since it was the most heavily armored of the suits, it drew Pillar’s attention and he offered to hand her tools.
“Nothing we need to worry about, yet.” He cryptically replied before turning to inspect the other mobile suits. “When were these first manufactured?”
“The Zaku Warrior is a Relic, meaning before the Fall. The Taurus and Zaku II are Post-Fall. They’re well-known models used by Govs. The Zaku II is interchangeable between space and ground operations while the Taurus is mostly a rapid-response strike craft able to act as a starfighter. The Rodis are actually the most recent, a product of the UnSC using the modular Rodi Frame System. Luca’s Worker Rodi and my Labrys Rodi are two variant loadouts.” Faye responded before she poked her head out with a sly expression that meant it wasn’t Faye.
“According to everyone, the newest shit is better than the old shit, but nowhere near as good as the original shit. Hand me that spanner, hot stuff.” Swerta, Faye’s companion Black Knight, winked at him and he had a pang of longing. She reminded him of Svartr when she was feeling particularly playful, only this was Swerta’s default. No wonder she was just a grunt in Gywn’s order of knights with that lack of discipline. “So, do you guys have mobile suits of your own?”
“We call them Atlan Titans.” Pillar answered as he passed her the spanner.
“Yeesh, you even gotta give them a flowery name. I wish I was around when you guys were, life would’ve been interesting, but then I wouldn’t have met Faye.” Swerta returned to the cockpit and began adjusting something. “Yes, this does need to move if you want to keep me around. I will not stay a small-tits McGee!” Ah, she was preparing the cockpit for a boost in thiccness.
“You know, you seem to know a lot of modern concepts for someone who just awoke from being a haunted suit of armor from Equus’s First Era.” Pillar noted with a raised brow.
“I was asleep, yeah, but I was constantly surrounded by people talking, talking, talking! You pick up shit subconsciously I guess, but at some point someone talked about engineering principles and shit and I have more of that in me than Faye, so I’m doing the work here even while she’s bitching and complaining about me wanting bigger boobs when I used to be stacked like a Catarina whore.” Swerta huffed as she did something with the cockpit that made a whirr.
“Right. Also, flowery name?” Pillar asked in confusion.
“Fire off a list of names for your weapons and stuff. I’m sure I can point out how overcomplicated they are. These are MS’s, Mobile Suits. They are what they are, you call them Atlan Titans. That’s literally just near-alliteration replacing the T and I of Titan with A and L. Even if they were first designed by someone named Atlan or in a place called Atlan, naming an entire series of something after it’s place of origin goes against engineering philosophy of KISS: Keep It Simple, Stupid. You could’ve just called them Titans.” Swerta rambled over another whirr.
“I suppose so.” Pillar said with a shrug.
“Know-it-all Edgelords. At least you’re sexy and effective. Could you hand me that cable? I need to program the targeting system to sync with the missile racks. This baby will be able to launch hundreds of independently targeted missiles simultaneously. It’ll be like firing a cloud of explosive death. It’ll need restocking immediately after, but Red Head isn’t a far-ranging suit by design.” Swerta held out her talon/foot with the claws grasping for the nearby cable held on the edge of the lift that Pillar was standing on.
“Here.” Grabbing the cable, he handed it to her, but she accidentally grabbed his wrist and squawked when she pulled herself out of the cockpit and flailed as she held on to his unmoving wrist by her talon. This caused the hippogriff’s short shorts to split and she squealed as she tried to cover her crotch and the exposed striped panties. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t look~!” Faye squealed as she tried and failed to pull herself up or at least hide her panties from view. “D-don’t just stand there!”
“Why not let go of my arm?” Pillar retorted with a flat look. “You were supposed to grab the cable, not my wrist.”
“I didn’t plan for this! Also, I can’t fly!” Faye wailed as she flapped her wings uselessly. Pillar raised a brow in confusion to that statement. “Part of why I was put into cryostasis was because I had a degenerative disease, okay! My wings can’t support my own weight, now pull me up!” Faye frantically demanded.
Hearing this, he quickly pulled her onto the lift and turned away so that the hippogriff could fix herself up. “Sorry about your wings.” He apologized while she tossed her ruined shorts off of the lift and heard her pull on a new pair. “May I try something on your wings?”
The pink hippogriff blinked as she adjusted the exact same kind of shorts and Pillar sweatdropped. “What exactly do you want to try?” Faye asked before she accepted the cable from Pillar’s hand and she climbed back inside the cockpit with it. Considering she just experienced being dangled by the foot around 30 meters in the air, she recovered rather quickly.
“I want to see if I could fix them. Other than Runner and Hunter, I’m the best healer among my siblings.” Pillar offered and she looked back at her wings longingly.
“Maybe-after I’m done with this!” Swerta interrupted with a grunt before she firmly plugged the cable into a port and started typing into the console.
“I would like your point of view; what do you see when you look at us?” Pillar asked neutrally.
“Ancient gods with the might to crack a planet and the sensibility of Old Testament angels with the wrath to match.” Faye commented as she focused on the screen and Pillar flinched.
“Ah, that’s...fair.” Pillar sighed sadly, but he expected that to be the answer. He couldn’t fault her; they are ancient gods with powers that could rip and tear planets asunder. Only his own people truly understood them, everyone outside would view them differently. Then again, thus far, they hadn’t really done much to dispel such a notion in the short time they’ve been here. Looking at Faye analytically, she was the most normal person here by most social standards.
“Hey, would you guys be willing to take in anyone who wants to live on your side?” Swerta asked and Pillar nodded his head. “So, the rumors were true. You saved some of the Empire. Why?” This former Black Knight, while irreverent, was sharper than one would expect.
“They started to believe the Empire had lost its way, so they came to us. They wanted out and we brought them in. Skaven, Mandalorian, Clones and many others just to name a few. They revoked their Imperial citizenship and became Argentine citizens from then on. Same for those from the Milky Way. Triangulum wasn’t properly established until just before the Fall.” Pillar answered with a regretful tone. “Our wives native to here even begged for us to take refugees. The fact they kept their retreat to Paradise a secret until the last minute told us why.”
“The gods didn’t betray us, we betrayed them. You and the other Argentines don’t seem to get that this mess, this ruin of a society? This is the reward our ancestors gave us for their Corruption and shunning the gods. I’d welcome them back in a heartbeat if it meant living a life of peace and if not happiness, contentment. I don’t want to be a mobile suit pilot in a crew of pirates, but I have to or I’d be some ten credit whore on a dark street corner.” Faye sniffled.
“Not gunna happen.” Swerta hoarsely growled as she kept typing into the console.
“Berserker theorized that the First Betrayal was a setup to divide us, like it was planned all along. I’m starting to believe her.” Pillar told the symbiotic pair.
“You mean when Urta committed a genocide. Yeah, that made no sense and what historical records I’ve seen paint her as a madgod who showed her true colors. Pfft, fucking historical censorship. They probably poisoned her with a rage-inducing concoction. I don’t know how potions back then worked since we don’t have many left, but they sound like miracles in a bottle.” Faye replied and sneered at the screen, backspacing a bit before continuing.
“It wasn’t a potion, Urta is immune to physical substances. It had to have been done through subtle psychic manipulation. I wish Hunter was there at the time of the incident, he said he felt some sort of psychic presence when he came to this galaxy. Knowing that to be possibly true, I feel like an even bigger fool.” Pillar shook his head in shame until Swerta cheered.
“Done! This baby can blast several squadrons of fighters or suits at a range of a few hundred miles in space or several miles in an atmosphere simultaneously!” Swerta unplugged the cable and climbed out before hooking the cable back on the lift and closed the cockpit before sending the lift down. “I could use a drink, how about you mister holy robes?”
“I could probably have a pint or two.” Pillar shrugged and the hippogriff snorted.
“You spoiled brat, we don’t do things in pints here. We only have 12-ounce cans, you’ll have to double up and go overboard.” Swerta chuffed with a pat on his lower back, which nearly failed since she had to reach up to do it and pretty much patted his butt.
“Good thing Omni-currency is a thing, we could buy more if you like.” Pillar offered and the hen blinked up at him.
“Wait, you have counterfeit credits that are actual credits?” Faye asked as the lift reached its wheeled mount and they stepped down to the floor.
“The credit system we have developed back home allows for easy translation from one digital currency to another. Since we do so much business beyond our dimension, it only made sense to have generally accepted currencies. In case it’s a society that only deals in physical wealth, we still keep a hefty cache of gold bits which are unmarked and simple. Berserker dubbed this as Omnimorph tech and to this day doesn’t like mentioning Wiatr came up with it.” Pillar snorted.
“Well, she was the goddess of Commerce. A universally-accepted system of currency seems right up her alley.” Faye commented when they reached the galley, which was mostly empty aside from Ed, Ein and some cute bat girl eating sugary cereal while chatting miles a minute. “Hey Ed, who is this?” Faye asked curiously and Ed hugged the girl, who reciprocated.
“This is Aurora! She’s my new sister! Silver said so!” Ed then scarfed down the rest of her food and Aurora did the same before the two ran out of the galley, squealing in an impromptu chase after Ein, the corgi clearly beyond happy to have another person like his person.
“Ugh, well, this dysfunctional family could always use another reason to smile.” Faye sighed and went to the fridge, bending over and retrieving a few cans of beer. Two of which she handed up to the towering 14 foot tall white wolf, who had to hunch not to bump his head in the admittedly generously tall rooms of the Bebop.
“So, hot stuff, you never mentioned why your mobile suits are called Atlan Titans.” Swerta chugged a few gulps of her beer and sat down at the table, putting Faye’s foot-talons up on it as she leaned back in her chosen chair and he sat down on two chairs due to his size.
“It’s more of an ironic nickname because they’re as tall as actual Titans, ancient demons of Hell that towered over skyscrapers. Atlan is the official designated name since he was the designer.” Piller informed her and Swerta’s feathers fluffed up as her eyes widened.
“Holy shit, so they were bigger than Giants then. At least the mobile suits are reasonably sized, but if you had to fight fuckers that big I can see why. They couldn’t have been multi-purpose though. Can they fly in space? I can’t imagine the logistical nightmare of moving them.” Swerta chugged the can of beer and promptly opened her second one. He hadn’t even opened one...
“You’d be surprised. Atlan was actually a Crusader who built these things to be versatile, even managing to make them space worthy. You could tailor it to your liking.” Pillar chuckled before using his Gravity powers to open his beers and drink it all down in one go.
“Hm, cool. Then again, you have giants of your own in your society, right? I bet having them be the pilot takes a lot of the material usage out.” Swerta assumed after finishing the second can and she got up, bending over at the fridge to get more beer. “Don’t mind me, just drinking Faye down from her lingering panic from that near-fall.”
“Thanksh, Shwerta.” Faye slurred as Swerta piloted her body just fine to sit on Pillar’s lap and hand up two more beers. “Here ya go, shexy.”
“Don’t mind her, she’s a lightweight.” Swerta chuckled and Pillar rolled his eyes.

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Ch.22
Ch.22
“Mm~...” Jim felt so dirty right now, using his body to make Amelia more pliable to his suggestions felt wrong. “Oh, Jim…” Still, the way he drove her wild, the way she adored him, the way it felt to cradle her to his chest after hours of passionate lovemaking was amazing enough to drive away some of the guilt. “Jim, I’m definitely pregnant again. We were under orders…”
“Our superiors want us all dead, Amy.” Jim bluntly stated and Amelia sighed.
“I know…” Her answer mildly surprised him, but she was a woman of great intuition.
“Then will you help me?” He hugged his mate to him and she reached up and behind her to rub his cheek.
“I’d die for you.” Amelia declared as she squeezed the hand he had on her falsely flat stomach.
“That’s not going to happen. I just need you to keep my divinity a secret. Downplay it, turn curiosity away. Urta and Penny came to me as astral projections and bestowed their Aspects to me in a gamble to save them and their families from being trapped in Paradise.” Jim told his lover and she hummed thoughtfully.
“The Pleasure Palace of the gods, I know. It’s on Ark Harmonia, drifting in the Dark Space between Andromeda, Milky Way and Triangulum. Getting there won’t be easy. Nobody but the President, CEO and their inner circles have access to it. We’d need an army to get in and the Legacy is an old ship.” Amelia sat up and moaned while Jim grunted, still connected at the crotch with each other. “Uhn~...you’re still hard?”
“God of Virility.” Jim shrugged and bit his lip as his lover twisted on his pole, panting like a whore until she was facing him and looking moments away from an orgasm, but she willed herself back to reality.
“My god of Virility, even if you weren’t divine.” Amelia’s proclamation filled Jim with joy. “Now then, even with my clout, I cannot just order my crew to go rogue. The Legacy may be one of the UnSC’s few super-dreadnoughts, but she would be hard-pressed to breach the first line of automated defenses around the Harmony Gates on her own.”
“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we’re after a certain hyper-competent space pirate, isn’t it?” Jim’s suggestion made Amelia bristle and coo.
“Jim, you suggest the most devious things. Tell me more~.” Amelia purred and began bouncing on his pole again.
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“I have your next task. You are to attend a meeting aboard the Folly.” Bones said at the morning meeting when she entered and sent a file to Jet.
“The super-cargo ship Folly? Silver once said that ship has taken out more pirates than most fleets. Why are we getting anywhere close to it?” Jet asked as he brought up his omni to look at the received file.
“Her, she’s a Planter that has been retrofitted over the years by her chosen partner Arlend Fester. Fester is well known with all contractor cargo ships in all three galaxies and he can make it hell for most Govs and Corps to do business. You are to meet with him and the Folly and make a deal for them to ally with us. Don’t make them enemies, that will screw up all logistical plans we have for the future.” Bones stated and I got fairly excited.
A: the Folly is a legendary Relic ship, B: Arlend Fester is an Icon of Freedom. If not for my unfair advantage due to my genealogy, he’d be the one to have the mantle of God of Freedom. He refuses to support slaving operations and promotes free trade in a society where his intergalactic shipping union was billed excessively for refusing to cave in to Gov and Corps demands and yet he still turns a really huge profit. Wiatr must love him.
Then again, he has a shipping fleet to rival navies and with the Folly as his flagship, he can come down on any serious issues of arms with a giant laser blast that can glass a planet if need be. Sadly, most of the Planters left with Nexus for Paradise during the Fall after they sabotaged as much tech as possible. The only ones remaining stayed because of stubbornness or other personal reasons and none of them serve the Govs or Corps directly.
“Wait, that giant ship is alive? It’s bigger than most space stations nowadays.” Spike commented when Jet brought up a hologram of the ship that marked it as 10kms in length and it looked very much like a corn cob sprouting roots at the base with all of the shipping containers locked onto her outer hull and the tentacles/legs at the ‘bottom’. Next to it was the Bebop, which was almost only twice the size of one of those gigantic freighter-sized shipping containers.
“The Planters are one of Nexus’ greatest achievements. A full AI-driven super-dreadnought or battlecruiser either born of her womb or reborn in said womb from the Reapers. A single one is capable of destroying a planet, if slowly.” Brennie stated with nostalgia. “We have a few in the Argentine fleets. Beautiful flagships with great personalities. Too gentle for extermination missions, though. They were made to cherish and preserve life, so we keep them on defense.”
“So why is this one not in Paradise or with you?” Ed asked as she gawked at the ship that dwarfed both modern space stations and the heaviest of ships in size.
“Like Bones said, she’s with her chosen partner. The Planters are alive and Folly has chosen to remain for her beloved.” Vinnie answered with respect in her tone.
“Well, let’s get going! Well, we might want to take a ship other than the Bebop. We don’t want to trouble Arlend and the Folly for associating with known pirates. How much crewspace does the Moondast Gruss have, Hildra?” I asked the ship’s creator and the purple rask hummed.
“Even though she’s got the tonnage of a frigate and the thrusters of a cruiser, she only has the crewspace of a gunboat. I’d fix that given some time, but I’m guessing we’re on a time limit?” Hildra asked Bones with a nervous rub of her bigger belly. The rask was pregnant when we encountered her and rasks only have two-week gestation periods before laying.
“The Folly will actually be in a nearby system for the next week. If you use a Navel Pearl and had all of the engineers of this crew tackle that monstrosity you call a ship, I’m sure the issue would be resolved in a timely fashion. If not, then Runner could be quickly repainted.” Bone suggested and the bunny-wolf bristled hard enough to look like a Jolteon...OMG she’s a Jolteon!
“I am not letting you repaint my hull!” Runner growled as her guards raised their weapons against Bones while electricity sparked from her body as ice formed at the bottom of her paws.
“Oh my gosh, yer a Jolteon! Ya just shot up in sexiness a thousand times when I already wanted to marry ya on sight!” I proclaimed with my eyes sparkling and tongue hanging out as my tail wagged. I froze when I realized I said that out loud. “I-I have a right to find anthropomorphic pokemon sexy! Don’t judge me!”
“I-I’m not a Jolteon! I just look very similar!” Runner protested with a cute fluster and her siblings laughed. “Oh shut it! Don’t make me figure out what pokemon you guys look like!”
“Hey, I don’t have a problem with that, but what would any of us resemble as pokemon, hm?” Brennie asked teasingly and I raised a hand.
“Arcanine. The scaly bits aside, yer a dead-ringer for Arcanine.” I stated promptly.
“Yay~! I'm the best doggo!” Brennie cheered before getting tackled by Vinnie.
“No! I’m the best doggo!” Vinnie playfully growled and I slobbered at the sight of the sexy bitches wrestling a bit and getting their heaving racks all smooshed against each other.
“Can we please get back to the meeting before I’m even more tempted to shank someone and collect their bones for my outfits?” Bones snarked with a sneer on her otherwise pretty face.
“Who’s the cunt that recommended a repaint for our queen?” Vinnie’s Empyreal retorted, to which Bones didn’t take too kindly, but wasn’t stupid enough to try and fight her. At least, not in tight quarters with allies in the room. Unwanted collateral damage and casualties would happen.
“As much as I want to watch these sexy bitches wrestle, yeah, we have work to do. You guys chill while us gearheads get to work.” Shekka said and I moved to follow, but she held up a hand. “Sorry babe, but you’re only good for maintenance work, not overhauls.” Aw...true.
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“Oh, Eris~.” Brennie moaned as she and Vinnie were being milked by the milk machine. Eris claimed that it was for an experiment, but it sounded like an excuse to get intimate with them once again. Not that they were complaining.
“Yes~?” Eris teased while running her hands all over their bodies.
“You’re such a naughty, pervy noodle~.” Vinnie mewled in pleasure as Eris kissed their womb tattoos, the runic bunnies that Wiatr gifted them were maintained out of sentiment.
“And you two love it when I worship you, my Broodmother Goddesses~.” The Time Noodle praised before leaving her crotch in front of Brennie and kissed Vinnie. “Such good girls~.”
“Mm~.” Brennie went to work on Eris’s pussy, licking as the noodle petted and groped her with disembodied hands before Brennie felt her tongue was encouraging a hard-on.
“Who’s a good goddess of death?” Eris praised Vinnie as the serpent nuzzled and kissed the bunny wolf who absolutely looked like a Jolteon despite all of her protests.
“Me~.” Vinnie answered happily.
“Who wants me to milk them and pound them until I pump strawberry pudding into their wombs~?” Eris asked while Brennie licked the time goddess’ cock throbbing next to her snout.
“Aw, no balls~?” Brennie whined before four churning basketball-sized orbs appeared before her nose in a scaly, musky sack. The twisted tempered cock dripped virile pre on her head. “Mm, better~.” She nuzzled, licked and nipped at the strawberry-flavored spheres with aplomb.
“Oh, I can smell all that strawberry pudding stored inside~.” Vinnie purred as the sisters pampered and worshiped Eris’s quads.
“Oh, so good. I’ve had to abstain for even I don’t know how long in that awful cave. Silver helped a little, but she couldn’t handle all of my balls just yet.” Eris groaned as a spurt of cum shot out onto Vinnie’s back. She yelped when her quads began to grow and fill, not by her own doing. “Oh~! S-so full!” Eris whimpered needily and clutched at her lower abs.
“Wow! Was that us?!” Brennie was shocked when she felt a tingling sensation coming from within herself. She was surprised, especially because she didn’t feel like she was having an orgasm. Still, whatever was going on, she was all for it.
“I think so. It must be our shared Aspect of Life.” Vinnie concluded when she sensed it. The power of Life was, in essence, similar to the power of Fertility. They were connected. Technically speaking, they were Goddesses of Fertility as well due to their heavy association with Wiatr, Urta and Penny, but they did not have that Aspect due to resisting its lure.
“Oh, so you're asking for me to pump you full of pups?” Eris moaned as she rubbed her cock. “I thought we didn’t have the leeway to do that this time, you naughty girls.”
“Sorry, but it has been a while.” Brennie licked her chops as she fondled the quad balls.
“I don’t know how long it’s been for you, but it’s clearly been ages for me.” Eris mewled meekly.
“We can tell.” Vinnie said as she joined in with Brennie, rubbing and petting her balls, hearing them gurgle and slosh. “Um, this is still strawberry pudding, right? Not actual cum?” She asked before taking a deep whiff of Eris’s potent and mind-numbing musk.
“I’m really trying for that, but you know, Exogol and my powers being screwy.” Eris panted as the sisters lapped at the pre that dribbled from her cock like a leaky faucet.
“Hm.” Vinne hummed thoughtfully as Brennie took a taste test of the pre. “Well?”
“It looks like strawberry, smells like it, tastes like it.” The red dracowolf answered before licking up some more tasty pre. “Mm~ nope. It’s more like strawberry yogurt than pudding. Just to be safe, place womb protection on us in case of active sperm.”
“Yeah, good idea. I can’t tell if it’s yogurt or yogurt-like cum.” Eris moaned as her hands rubbed their muscular abs before she shoved her cock down Brennie’s throat. The red dracowolf moaned around the cock in her mouth and down her throat, sucking and gulping down the thick liquid as Eris came like a busted pipe. It drove her so horny her pussy gushed in light orgasm.
When her belly bloated to the point it began lifting her off of the floor, Eris willed herself to stop gushing and she squeezed her base before she pulled out and floated over to Vinnie, who eagerly gulped the two-foot long bumpy snake penis down her throat and moaned when she began to get her yogurt filling. She too came by the time she was lifted up by her belly.
“Unf, you two sexy bitches. I’m going to pound your pussies until I’m satisfied and there’s enough of your milk to feed Silver until she has enough Argent slime to fuel a small fleet.” Eris purred when she floated behind Vinnie and thrust her massive dick into the angelic Jolteon-like woman’s eager cunt.
“Ahn~! Yesh~!” Vinnie howled as she rocked on Eris’s cock, while Brennie worked on her quads.
“Oh, yes~.” Eris moaned as she grabbed the faux-Jolteon’s ears, feeling her balls expand more. “Oh, I missed you girls so much~.”
🎺
“So, ready for this?” Pillar asked Faye as he ran his hands gently over the hippogriff’s splayed wings, which he needed to help her even get into this position. Truly the blessings of his wives have faded if someone with such a debilitating degenerative handicap even existed. A winged flight-capable species sometimes having lame wings with a 1-in-5 chance? A 1-in-100 chance that the condition was terminal until just recently? This universe needed help.
At least the work on the Elcorians and Drell hadn’t backtracked from what Hunter has found. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I could’ve just wished it away with Rivala, but it’s bad enough I’m going to give in to Swerta’s demands and wish for a body like the others since she too was naturally that stacked.” Faye muttered into the pillow her face was resting on. They were doing this in her room using chairs so she could spread her wings on her bed.
“Why don’t you want to do that? It’d be much simpler and less potentially painful than proper healing magic.” Pillar saw Rivala for what she was. She was one of many, she was a fairy of Wiatr that found something other than her creator to live for. Despite that, she was still devoted to granting wishes and improving the lives of others, so there was no issue with using her power so long as they avoided depleting her.
“Because if wishes were fishes, nobody would go hungry. Sure, we have a magic wish-granting fairy on board, but she used to be a Morph, what we call depleted Wiatr Fairies. She’d expended her wish-granting magic and turned into a brainless pet for who-knows how long. Even though she can recharge by snacking on Silver, I don’t want to impose on my friend.” Faye said and Pillar nodded. He could respect that notion.
“Okay then. Bite down on that leather strap I gave you.” Pillar directed and once she nodded, he put his hands to her back and they shined with a pale golden light. Her shriek of agony made his ears pin back, but he kept his focus as he watched the weak, atrophied muscles of her back strengthen and he moved his hands along, making the thin, pathetic bones and muscles thicken. The audible pops and snaps that made it past Faye’s screeches was fairly unsettling.
Soon enough, he was done and Faye was passed out, having pissed herself in pain. “If I didn’t sense she chose this, ya’d have a blade in yer kidney.” Pillar turned to see Silver enter the room and he stepped back to watch her gently move Faye onto the bed, even cringing when she soaked Faye’s shorts with her slime and cleaned the urine. “Blech, you’re lucky yer my friend, Faye or I would’ve just stripped ya and tossed those in the wash.”
“Why didn’t you?” Pillar asked with a bit of disgust.
“What and risk her getting an infection because she pissed herself while she was unconscious? She would’ve needed a wash anyway, I just took the expedient method.” Silver told him and made a gagging gesture. “Thanks fer healing her. The medical sciences really fucking died after the Empire was gone.”
“It is part of my duty to heal those in need. My Defenders specialize in holding positions, which includes healing said warriors and those in our care. Besides, Faye and Swerta here are up dozens of meters in the air when maintaining their mobile suits. Since you guys don’t have a dedicated safety harness, she needs those wings for her safety. I suggest you have such a thing installed, especially with small folk like the raskvel and the kids working on them too.” Pillar suggested and Silver shrugged.
“I’ve seen one fall from that high and bounce a few feet before giving a thumbs up to their crew. Rasks are crazy durable as well as crazy, but yeah. With Ed and Aurora up in the rafters, the hangar needs a safety harness system. I may not be able to overhaul stuff, so while the others are working on the Moondast Gruss, I’ll see about that.” Silver looked down at her friend and up at him before she surged up in size, leaving her clothes on the floor as she looked him in the eye from an equal height. “Next time, let us know.”
“Sure-mm!” She kissed him fast and hard with her breasts compressing into his pecs and her hands kneading his lower abs before she was suddenly her normal self, fully clothed and blowing a kiss and a wink up at him as she left with her tail wagging hard enough to slap her ass. “She was a heterosexual man not even a month ago? Hot damn does she adjust fast.”
She also reeked of ‘fuck me’ pheromones. Or that’s her Argent slime nature fooling him.
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“Oh my god I can’t believe I did that~!” I staggered into the wall down the hall, panting heavily and clutching at my lower abs at the desperate ache within me. Fuck~! I’m in heat?! This is what it’s like?! Fuck~! No wonder all of the ladies that run on heat-cycles go fucking nuts when it’s breeding season! I just about ripped his clothes off and fucked him right on the spot!
I shuddered and sunk down to my hips, letting my shorts float in my pool of slime as I tried not to give in and run back to that incredible stud to get bred and sate this-no! No~! I can’t! I can’t~! I need to be combat ready! I don’t care if Luster has a cache of those Navel Pearls, I’m not going into combat with a belly full of pups! Besides, the Warrior is keyed to my male form, I don’t even know if it’ll let me do it in my womanly form.
I ground my gooey hips into my mound of slime and whimpered needily before I heard the moans of pleasure. I slithered hurriedly to the source and found a locked door. I ditched my clothes outside and seeped through the seams in the door to find two immobile collections of spheres, one yellow the other red and the glorious ballsack between them! My brain went to my cunt and I rushed for the delicious smell! “Silv-eep! Silver~!” Yummy~!

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Ch.23
Ch.23
“Oh~. Such a good slime.” Eris cooed at me. She was inside of my slime womb and I wasn’t too sure when that happened. I was also filling a whole room and had two room-filling collections of spheres that were all belly and boobs named Brennie and Vinnie inside of me too. I was so far-gone in my lusts that I lost everything besides the mind-blowing pleasure.
Also, all I can taste is Eris’s strawberry yogurt and the creamy milk from these two hot bitches. I hope I’m not pregnant. Well, technically I am, but unbirth isn’t the same as a proper pregnancy. I used my slime to stroke and pet every inch of the three goddess’s bodies as I tried to figure out how to get out of this one. I left no room to form a separate bosom, I’ve filled every bit of space save a few pockets of air too small for that with my slime. Thankfully they don’t need air.
I’m surprised the Bebop is rated to handle this much liquid volume flooding an interior living space. I’d try to use the air vents, but they’re sealed, likely in the belief this room has been breached. She is a trawler. Vinnie and Brennie were eating me, but it was at a slow pace and the rate their bodies expanded negated any space that would’ve freed up. They were even still taking me into their wombs where I gorged on the strawberry yogurt within.
Soon, the two Broodmother Goddesses would start pressing each other into the walls and the Bebop will have much more to worry about than a single slime-flooded room. To think, these kinds of fetish-fueled fuckfests were all-the-rage in the Golden Age. No wonder there were still jokes about the Empire’s property damage expenses being even higher in peacetime.
“Alright, ladies, enough playing around. We’re putting others in danger. Shrink down.” Eris sighed in disappointment and the gurgles of discontent the two sisters gave was followed by them suddenly being their usual selves and I splashed down, now filling only half of the room up by volume. Now all three were in my slime womb as I began forming my body from my giant pool, but I was attached to it by my front. I am still new to this. “Well, wasn’t that fun?”
“Oh Wiatr, yes. I needed that.” Vinnie huffed as she rubbed her stomach and then the wall of my womb as I started storing mass into my Inventory through my now-formed cleavage.
“She’s a natural. I haven’t been this satisfied in a while.” Brennie groaned in approval as she licked the wall of my womb and I shivered while rubbing my belly which began forming as my pool of goo continued lowering and losing contact with the corners.
“I know how to pick ‘em!” Eris patted my uterus proudly and I bit my lip as my slime pool vanished, leaving me hyper-pregnant with three full-grown hyper-busty women all casually curled up together and pinning me by my belly that I perched upon. Fuck~ I feel so sexy!
“How do I get you out of me? I’ve never...had a womb before.” I huffed as I wiggled atop my belly and my tail wagged while my hands cradled my flanks. I wasn’t against the situation, quite the opposite, but I don’t want to be stuck here when I do want to be done with it.
“Silver, are you in there?” Luster called before opening the door and seeing my predicament with my ass facing the door. “You unbirthed without me?! Well, this needs to be rectified.” Luster banished her clothes and grabbed my legs, pushing them apart and exposing my plump pussy!
“Lusty~! Aroo~!” I howled when I came from the sudden intrusion of Luster’s fucking head in my quim! I grunted and panted while my belly grew before I flopped against it and my tail wagged when Luster’s hooves slid into me. “Oh~ so full~...” I shuddered from the aftershock orgasm as the four women all giggled inside of me.
“Do you want more yogurt filling?” Eris purred and I mewled as I shook my head.
“No~! It’s bad enough I was in heat and I don’t know if I still am! Please, I can’t get pregnant right now!” I mewled and rubbed my sides longingly, wishing I was full of mine and Luster’s pups and not four sexy bitches driving me crazy!
Eris hummed as she rubbed her cock while kissing Luster and the sisters were making out. I panted and keened, howling in orgasm every time their movements inside of me drove me to climax. “Silvy-ee~! Belly party!” I howled when Rivala promptly dove into my cunt and joined the fun! I whined and panted as my brain started going to my ovaries while my belly inflated again.
“Oh~, I’m so impregnating her if we keep this up.” Eris moaned as all the girls kissed her balls. “Get ready for little slime puppies.” Yes~!
“Yes! Gimme puppies~!” I wailed in desperation. I don’t fucking care, I need to be bred!
“No! Out! Out~! Her first litter is mine!” Luster snarled and I whined, remembering my mate was first and I want her puppies more, but I need them now!
“Then fight me for it.” Eris teased as she rubbed her cock on my Luster, poking her puss as she masturbated. “I can only hold my cum back for so long and someone’s taking it.”
“Then I’m going to cheat!” Luster suddenly turned into slime and started filling my womb! Ahn~! I’m filled with my Busty Lusty~! I’m gonna have her puppies~! Rivala’s doing it too! Guh~! I’m having both! I’m gonna have my mate’s puppies~!
“Oh~ here it comes~.” Eris moaned as her balls clenched in the rising pink and red tide.
“Eris! Your contraceptive spells better still be active!” Brennie panted before her snout was engulfed in the breeding soup and the two sisters kept masturbating, getting more of my mate’s virile breeding slime into them as they basted my ovaries with themselves.
“For you two, yes, it should be.” Eris moaned before her snout was also drowned by the fecund goop. She gurgled into the slime when she started pouring her own seed into Luster, Rivala and I as they in turn poured into Eris’s, Brennie’s and Vinnie’s cunts. I became a churning washing machine of desperate fucking as the two sapient masses of impregnating slime and the thick cum of a goddess swirled and swished within me.
Soon, I refilled the room with my body, only instead of being a pool, it was a tightly contained bubble filled with enough cum to knock up a whole fucking city! I’m gonna be so pregnant! So-! I blinked at the sight of the white-shelled stud I was in a shower with. “Um...hello?” My gosh, he’s at least 7 feet tall and has enough muscle to crack nuts in several places over his body! Also, the water is highlighting every contour of his chitin with shiny wetness, yum~!
“Uh...hey. I’m guessing this is part of the whole God stuff. I get the sense you just committed a divine-worthy level of breeding?” I flushed and nodded meekly. “Uh, cool. I’m Jim Hawkins-.” Jimbo?! My gosh, you’re fucking hot! “-The new God of Virility, War and Power. I don’t know exactly what that all entails, but I think I should start with asking your name.”
“Uh, I’m...Jane.” I looked down at myself to see I was some sort of ghostly projection. “I’m the Goddess of Freedom. I just got royally fucked by my lovers and, well, I guess I peaked at such a level of Fertility I’m pinging off of you.” I wonder if this happened before the Fall, or if this reality is so starved for divine attention that it’s making what few gods there are resonate so much.
“That makes as much sense as anything. At least you’re not another goddess trying to pass your Aspect on to me...you aren’t, are you?” Jimbo asked uneasily and I scoffed.
“No thanks, I like my Aspect. You don’t exactly resonate with it either, chaining yourself down with so many restrictions. I’d sooner die than get reined in by so many nosy assholes.” I looked him over and my loins clenched. I’m still horny? How does that work? Mm, he is sexy... “Hey, mind if I try something?”
“Uh, sure?” Jimbo said and I reached out, touching his lower stomach. His wings vibrated in their elytra as his delicious purple penis emerged from the genital slit at his crotch. My gosh is that tasty-looking. I tongued it and tasted it. The...fruity flavor. I looked up at him as I kept servicing him, starting to suck on him while sandwiching his two-foot length as much as I could with my basketball-sized tits and stroking them up and down his shaft.
“Mm~...” I muffled while I deepthroated him. I reached out and rubbed at his lower abdomen and he hissed before it lurched slightly. This spurred me on somehow. I sucked, gulped and lapped at his length, desperately facefucking myself on him as his stomach rounded slightly. I even grabbed his slim hips and pulled myself closer and closer to his base.
“G-gonna blow…” Jimbo panted and I forced myself down to his base, sucking urgently before he whinnied slightly, stomping a hoof before I felt the first of many bulges travel down his length and into my body? I could feel each of them enter me and swirl in my slime and after a couple dozen were ejected, I pulled off of him and groaned in odd satisfaction. “Thanks. I needed that.”
“No problem, stud. You have delicious cum anyway.” So you’re the one whose tasty cum I drank from the flask first, then the one whose cum became the flask’s product again without warning recently. I didn’t tell Luster about it because I liked the fruitiness of his taste. “Hopefully we can do this again.” I winked up at him before I suddenly passed out.
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“Gods, give me strength.” Jet intoned as he rubbed his face and tried not to think about the giant metallic silver cunt bulging from the forced-open door of what had been one of the few spare rooms of the Bebop, now turned into the breeding ball known as Jane Silver, who was definitely hyper-pregnant with the offspring of Luster, Rivala, Eris and some unknown egg donor.
“Here you go.” The Chaos Noodle named Eris cheekily said when she pushed an orb of light into his chest. “That should keep your ticker going for another fifty years.” Eris chirped, as if she wasn’t partially responsible for his second-in-command and their ace mobile suit pilot being left an immobile broodmother for however long.
“I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me!” Luster wailed as she held her stomach where the Navel Pearl in her belly button was shining brightly, telling him from what he’d been briefed on, that she was well and truly filled with a ton of something. The same went for all of the women who had emerged from Silver’s cunt like it was a squishy doorway.
“Eris tried to steal your right as the sire of your mate’s first litter and your masculine instincts overrode sensibility.” Brennie huffed as she leaned against her sister, both rubbing the other’s stomach. “I fucking swear, if we’re knocked up too, I’m going to be very annoyed.”
“Shut up, you know we both love it. Besides, we can just pop on over to Devorak, use a Time Chamber and be back before it’s even an issue. Normally I’d suggest Paradise for that, but with how downtrodden our wives are right now and the seals placed on it, I don’t think we should try using Paradise for this.” Vinnie said before smiling deviously. “Besides, I’m sure Visi would like to see you all barepaw and pregnant again.”
“So true~.” Brennie purred before the two sisters moaned, feeling the protection barrier within them shatter before their bellies swelled with new life. “Oh, fuck~! Eris, I think we broke your womb protection seals~!” Brennie panted happily.
“Such power, such a strong desire to breed new life into the galaxy~!” Eris said with excitement as she rubbed their fecund pregnant bellies. “You have Silver’s, Luster’s, Rivala’s and my babies growing inside you both. Good Broodmother Goddesses~.” She purred before kissing each of them and they moaned into her lips as they grew.
“Alright, that’s enough. Please take this somewhere safe so my poor Bebop doesn’t explode from all the babies you’re making. Or worse, before Hildra finds out and somehow gets herself more pregnant than she already is.” Jet whined in dismay and Eris nodded eagerly at Brennie and Vinnie with a nod towards the three locals who were in similar straits.
“Eris, take us back home. While we’re there, grab the contingency plans that’ll help Urta and Penny recover quickly.” Brennie requested as Rivala nuzzled and licked her belly.
“Sure thing, but first, is it just us or are we bringing them? I don’t think it’ll be easy to find a local Time Chamber that’s still working. I can’t even sense any.” Eris asked for clarification while gesturing at Luster, Rivala and the giant shiny silver doorway cunt named Jane.
“Yes, them included.” Vinnie nodded and Luster squealed in excitement.
“I get to see Aunt Visi?! I haven’t seen her since I was a filly! She was so fun to be around!” Luster gushed happily as she hugged Eris and Vinnie.
“What’s better is she isn’t so bogged down with work anymore, so she has more free time.” Brennie giggled as Rivala decided to pick her up bridal style. “Hey~. You’re not my wife~.” Brennie tittered as the pregnancy hormones struck like a wrecking ball. She may be a Cybertronian, but the CNA-based equivalent was ten times more potent than estrogen.
“Better get us home Eris~. Before we lose all control.” Vinnie purred at Eris and the Goddess of Time snapped her fingers desperately until they all teleported somewhere the size of an enclosed American Football stadium with the fucked-unconscious Jane Silver still next to the group, only now with her cunt ten feet in the air on her 20+ foot high silver sphere of cum.
Moments later, an utterly gorgeous scarlet-maned blood-red alicorn with black thestral wings garbed in queenly black and gold robes teleported in with a bemused expression. She quickly grasped the situation and lit up with joy at the sight of Brennie and Vinnie. “You two! I haven’t seen you like this in...too long! And is that little Lusty?! You’ve grown so much!”
“Auntie Visi!” Luster sprinted at a speed that would’ve shocked lesser beings and she tackled the mare, who spun her around to bleed off the momentum. “It’s been decades!”
“Longer than that, young one.” Queen Visilia Themis, the second-in-command of the entirety of the Argentine Alliance, said solemnly as she petted the pink faux-unicorn’s orange mane. “So, you’ve been pulled into the breed-hungry shenanigans of our family at long last.” She looked over at the trio of silver spheres and quirked a bemused brow. “Who is the wolf?”
“Hey Visi~!” Vinnie cheered as she waddled closer, her rapidly growing womb already looking to term with twins and Visi’s wings quivered as she valiantly avoided staring in desire. She needed answers as much as she’d rather drag them to a pleasure room immediately. While Argentines are not as debased or carnally insatiable as Imperials, there was definitely some cultural bleed, what with them being involved in the Empire’s founding.
“Hello, Vinnie. Please answer.” She turned her gaze to Eris, who looked like she was about to fall over, causing the demonic alicorn to withhold her usual venomous tone. “Such as why is she here? Brennie, why have you broken the Quarantine?” Visilia asked in concern.
“Visi, there’s...we need to talk. Preferably in a Time Chamber so you don’t waste too much time.” Brennie pleaded as Rivala still carried her. “I wish we could get a move on-.” They were suddenly in a plain white chamber of untold size with everyone accounted for. “Oh, right, Rivala’s a Wiatr Fairy. Forgot for a moment. At least I can talk without wasting time.”
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“Oh~...” I groaned, feeling so full, so exhausted, but in a good way. I blearily opened my eyes, distantly aware of something sucking on my nips, but it felt so far away. All I can see is either blank white without light, however that works or my radiant silver slime. It’s like my vision was nearly entirely composed of white and silver. Actually, it is! “Muh tits are way huge…”
“So, the brood slime awakes.” Someone commented and I turned my head to see a red-furred thestral stallion fly around my giant right breast and land...near my head. I’m entirely spherical aside from my boobs! What the fuck?! I can feel the ocean of primordial ooze sloshing around inside of me and my bosom somehow endlessly churning out nutritious slime milk! How fucking pregnant am I?! “Greetings, I am Tassos Florakos, your tender.”
“H-hey. Where am I?” I tried to wiggle around, shift, do something, but all of my slime was devoted to incubating the unformed ooze and eggs inside of me or rapidly converting ambient mana into pure biomass slime for nourishing my unborn brood. “What’s going on besides the obvious?” I...can’t get a read on him. It was oddly refreshing to have someone so tightly guarded that I can’t just lift info off of them like an open book. I may have only been a goddess for a short while, but getting people’s life stories at a glance got unnerving quickly.
“You’re in Devorak, welcome. You’re one of the only natives of your dimension allowed here in so long that it’s actually quite novel to meet one of your kind. As for the rest, that isn’t my place to say. Just know that you’re safe and time is meaningless here.” The stallion waved at someone beyond my view and a trio of hoses with facial harnesses were levitated up! Three?
“H-hey, wai-mmph!” I muffled into the hose that were promptly fed into my mouth at the same time with straps that oddly adhered to my membrane. I moaned when I tasted the signature fruitiness of Jimbo’s glowing purple Argent cum. I gulped and sucked happily at the substance, feeling the churning in my womb of a body calm down as demanded sustenance was provided.
“That’s a good broodmother.” Tassos petted me and scratched my ears before he flew off.
I could feel my body incrementally increasing even further in size with each swallow and I entered a rhythm, achieving an odd state of zen I wasn’t used to, but could appreciate even more than my previously favorite pastime of floating in a void. I hummed out of my nose whenever an egg bounced on the inner membrane of my womb. This is blissful.
“I can see why she chose you.” I opened my eyes, which I didn’t realize I’d closed, to realize I had sprouted my extra heads at some point, also tube-feeding. I saw a cloaked feminine figure sitting against my mountainous cleavage. I couldn’t even see her face as she began to pet me.
“What do ya mean by that?” I asked upon realizing at some point my center head was free of the feeding tube and hummed at her petting. “Who are you?”
“I’m Guardian, caretaker of the Doom Marines. As to what I mean, I was referring to Eris choosing you to be the person who could mend old wounds and rebuild burnt down bridges.” Guardian answered as she continued to give each of my heads pets and scratches.
“I’m doing that?” I questioned as I leaned into the pets.
“Along with making babies with royalty, the same with your mates.” She leaned down to give my brow a kiss. “Thank you, for getting things to move along. Keep this up and you might convince the Argentines to reconsider this being their final visit to your universe.”
“I’ll do that if it feels like this.” I said as I nuzzled the surface of my womb body.
“After all is said and done, yes. Yes it will feel like this.” Guardian said with a caring smile.
“Mm, you keep petting me like I’m your pet.” I chuckled with a happy smile.
“Because you’re cute. Would you like to see your mates and future wives?” Guardian asked and my entire being swelled with joy, also a surge of my other two heads gulping harder in excitement. “I’ll take that as a yes.” With a snap of her fingers, she teleported all of them to me. Luster, Rivala, Vinnie, Brennie, Eris and some hot alicorn mare who looked like a sex demon.
“Um, who is she?” I asked in confusion before Luster hugged me and then poked the pearl  
floating in my now slightly transparent silvery goo.
“Eris, was this you?” Luster asked and the noodle nodded while I focused on the new gal.
“I’m Visilia, their wife and queen.” The demonic alicorn introduced herself while pointing at Vinnie and Brennie. Damn, these sexy bitches are lucky! Wait, I’m lucky! I’m going to marry into their royal family! We all are! Ee~! “Heh, I like this one.”
“Enough to fill her more?” Brennie joked before the alicorn kissed the red wolf deeply.

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Ch.24
Ch.24
“So, what was her name, again?” Amelia coyly asked with a mixture of anger and amusement.
“Jane…” By the old gods, how could he have been so fucking stupid?!
“She was a...?” Amelia directed and he clenched his eyes in frustration.
“Slime wolf…” Seriously, he should’ve seen it! The writing was on the wall!
“What color was she?” Amelia queried knowingly and Jim pulled on his ears.
“Silver! I get it! I fucking got a remote projection blowjob from Jane Silver! Okay?!” He even fucking egged she was so damn good at blowing him! She was a blowjob queen! If he had balls, she likely would’ve been worshiping them as she deepthroated him! “I’m sorry if I didn’t immediately realize the bitch was John Silver!”
“Considering how you described her body, I’m not surprised. Slimes these days have it difficult emulating the opulent voluptuousness of the Golden Age. Still, the fact your target gave you a blowjob in the shower without you realizing who she was until later is quite amusing.” Amelia smirked devilishly and Jim sighed in dismay. “It’s just as well that she’s to be our future ally.”
“Not to mention those eggs I fed down her gullet didn’t stay here, meaning she’s packing my nymphs somewhere out there.” Jim looked out of the window of Amelia’s private office. “Unlike the ones I was forced to give to our superiors, these ones are Free. I want to be involved in their lives or at least know they’re in good hands.”
“Like how ours are?” Amelia rubbed her flat stomach with a knowing grin.
“Yeah.” Jim bent down, putting his massive hands on the desk to give his lover a kiss.
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“Okay, so we’re all pregnant, now what? I’m not fighting with a belly full of slimes?” I questioned as I poked my deceptively flat stomach thanks to the Navel Pearl I’d been given. Visilia was fawning over me and clearly opening herself up to me really fast for some reason.
“We’re currently in an HbTC. This is to help accelerate our pregnancy progress. While time seems normal to us, we’re actually going much faster than outside of this pocket realm.” Vinnie explained while she and Luster gave each other belly rubs, preferring to have enough of their swollen stomachs out for rubs and other intimate things while I was still adjusting.
“What is she doing?” I asked Brennie as Visi rubbed my legs with a hoof while she nuzzled my neck and bit at my ear. All this attention was nice, but I’m not used to anything besides cuddling or outright sex. Not to mention that for some reason, it was hard to sense people’s wills.
“Getting a feel for you. That just means she really likes you.” Brennie giggled while Rivala was all over her, literally, by spreading her slime over the red dracowolf. “Oh, naughty fairy~.” The sexy preggo bitch cooed while being pampered.
“Oh.” I felt silly when I was pulled onto the Alicorn’s lap. I felt something stiffening between my legs. “H-hey, is that a weapon in yer robes or are ya happy to see me?” I joked in surprise.
“You smell so divine~. Can I add my babies~?” Visi moaned and I gulped at the feeling of what was definitely a horsedick rubbing between my legs.
“Yer a herm?” I asked with mild intrigue since the hermaphrodite gene among binary gendered species such as ponies had become nearly nonexistent back home. Visi started grinding her revealed godly dong and I felt concerned upon realizing it was easily 18 inches long and as thick as an arm, but I’m a slime, I’m a big girl, I can take it. Besides, it looks delicious.
“Yes, but I haven’t heard an answer from you yet.” Visi huffed as she pressed her pre-oozing flare to my vagina and I bit my lips. Well, I’m already hyper-preggers and in a hyperbolic time chamber. I don’t know how superfetation works with all this Fertility magic at work, but what the hell, in for a credit, in for a pound.
“G-go ahead. I won’t say no. Not with this level of convenience.” I licked my lips before a demonic grin spread on the Alicorn’s lips. Slowly, she pushed her almost two-foot long schlong inside, making me moan until she was hip-deep. “H-holy fuck...only my th-third time…” My words seemed to excite my new mate since I felt her cock throb within me.
“Brennie, dear can I dominate her? I know she’s the Goddess of Freedom, but I haven’t been on top for a bit.” Visi said lustfully as she rubbed my breasts, which dribbled slime ‘milk’.
“You should be asking her that. I can’t speak for her.” Brennie rebuked and I nodded at her request, feeling her throbbing cock was already driving me crazy.
“Oh? I can?” Visi asked before she pinned me to the ground and started to pound me as she bit my neck. “Good~.”
“Ahah! Fuck! Aaha!” I yelped as my love tunnel was being assaulted with a battering ram!
“After I’m done with you, I’ll be pumping the others with more of my babies~.” Visi growled her desires to me and my cunt clenched tightly around her dick. “Oh? Does that excite you? You want a nice, big, happy family~?”
“Yes.” I moaned before she grabbed my muzzle as I panted through my nose. I licked at her hand, tasting my own pussy before her other hand pulled my tail for leverage.
“Oh, Eris chose right~!” Visi declared with admiration for me.
“I know I did.” I heard Eris say before Visi moaned with her cock getting harder. “And I’m stuffing you with babies. Only fair if you’re gonna stuff me~.” Fuck~! Eris is fucking Visi up the cunt while she’s fucking mine~!
“Deal~.” The alicorn agreed readily.
“I’m gonna fuck your ovaries for each pussy you fuck and knock up.” Eris declared ravenously while Visi pounded me hard, abusing my cunt as her heaving, basketball-sized balls slapped against my inner thighs.
“Give it your all!” Visi challenged the serpent with a smirk as Eris fucked her so hard that Visi was essentially double-fucking me~!
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“How long will they be gone?” Jet asked in exasperation at the cloaked figure, who called herself Guardian. Of what, she did not say.
“Until the Queen is satisfied with her newest batch of babies she will be caring for. So maybe an hour from now.” She answered with a shrug.
“Will my crew members and the Argentines be combat ready?” Jet asked.
“Yes.” Guardian nodded her head.
“Good, because I refuse to put an expecting mother in danger. Magic pearls or not. We have a continuously declining population in our time, so I won’t stand for endangering those unborn children.” Jet stated as he scratched at his beard. “However, I have no clue how we’ll be able to care for all of Silver’s, Luster’s and Rivala’s brats. We won’t have enough food, let alone space.”
“Their children will be staying over on our side, we have the necessary means to care for them. This way, no one will try anything foolish while the parents are out saving the universe.” Guardian clarified to the captain.
“That’s appreciated, but I hope they’ll come to live in our dimension when they’re older. Like I said, we’re declining. Every unaging species we can get numbers in is one more we don’t have to worry about dying to age or most illnesses.” Jet said as he went over the data on his Omni. “Also, I hope Luster comes back soon, because Anno has made progress on the DNA manipulation of Hildra’s eggs. Since she’s the bio-manipulation specialist, I want her updated.
“Actually, I would like to broach the topic of these Raskvel on behalf of the Argentine Alliance.” Jet shrugged and gestured for her to voice the topic. “This species, while clearly sexually preoccupied due to being Tainted, still redirect their rampant horniness towards constructive pursuits. The work of Shekka and Hildra has impressed Brennie and Vinnie to the point they’ve suggested that we may take immigrants. Our own geneticists can help repair the Taint later.”
“Well, I’m not the person to talk to. You’d have to go to Novahome for that, but the Raskvel don’t have a centralized government. They’re pretty anarchistic yet work together instinctively. I think you might upset Silver, since they’re clearly the sort of people that fall under her aegis.” Jet didn’t know how the gods worked, just that they did. His devotion to the Chaos Trinity may even be why his adopted family was even pulled into all of this.
“Hm, we’ll ask her then. Even if she has no authority over them, they fall into her Aspect, so she’d be the one to consult, at least.” Guardian vanished as if she never existed and Jet went back to looking over his info.
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Uhn~. So~ big~! I’m easily 50 feet across from my pussy to the base of my 20-foot tits! I gulped, sucked and drank desperately, my body surging with each swallow! My ocean of slime puppies was swirling in me and pelting my womb walls with their egg siblings like I was a washing machine! “You’re almost there!” I know~! My pussy was gushing with ecstasy from my slime rapidly becoming more and more transparent as my brood began outpacing my membrane!
Jimbo’s fruity cum fueled my dangerous growth as my heads began to sink into a divot and I felt my membrane stop stretching, almost invisible at this point! Ah, ah, ahn~! I exploded! I splashed everywhere gloriously! My army of slime puppies howled and yipped as my goo pooled around them like a massive puddle after a fresh rain. I reformed at my normal size at the edge while my pups ate my spent mass. “Uhn~...can we do that again?” I panted tiredly.
“Considering you only had a two month gestation while I have nine months? Why not.” Visilia cooed down at me from where she cradled her fecund womb looking at term with quadruplets, her preferred size when bigger unless she was being pampered as a baby ball. “Look at all those cute puppies you made.” The alicorn demoness crooned at where I popped.
I wearily sat up and smiled dopily at the army of metallic slime wolves I gave birth to. They were all colors of the rainbow and beyond, but each had the signature liquid metallic look of both I and my mother. If only she were alive, she’d likely be so beyond happy to have so many grandpuppies to play with. “I want to make more.” I declared with my tail wagging hard enough to spank my thicc booty. “First, I want to bond with these ones. How many are there? My gosh. Ya lot really knocked me up good. This looks to be the population of a small settlement.”
“Welcome to divinity and those impacted by Wiatr, Urta and Penny. Unlike what you know, we’re hyper-fertile and hyper-virile as a rule because of them.” Visi rubbed her belly as my puppies decided they were done feasting on my spent biomass and started playing with each other and their unhatched egg siblings, rolling them around like they were balls, but too heavy to lift. “So, whose eggs are those?”
“Jimbo’s. He’s the one Urta and Penny gave their Aspects to. I somehow astral projected myself in a solid state to him in the shower when the others initially knocked me up. I impulsively gave him a blowjob and he egged down my throat, which somehow put them in my womb across the galaxy.” I slithered along my gooey mound so I could stay low and I pet some of my puppies.
“Hm, so I need to lecture my mates later, again. Well, I can see the benefits of what they did, but it’s still risky and foolish.” Visi sighed, rubbing her head as I played with my babies.
“It wasn’t exactly their fault, the Aspect of Life came into play because of how decimated the galactic population is. Plus, it’s also my fault. I led them all to this point in time.” Eris clarified while she rubbed Visi’s belly after popping out of thin air. She too flaunted a massive quadruplet belly, but considering it turns out without intervention from a specialist from Paradise, she’s pregnant for three years! Woof! I can’t imagine how gigantic she’ll be then!
“Besides, I think that since Jim is a Changeling Behemoth from how you’ve described him, these eggs will likely grow to all be Queens and Behemoths too. Icons of changeling Fertility and Virility respectively. They’d cause a massive boost to the changeling populations if they went back to their father’s home.” Luster commented as she approached by slithering on her mound of tentacles.
Luster had chosen to be her truest self here where it was safe and she could flex her shapeshifting muscles. Her legs were a mound of tentacles from the thighs down and she cradled a massive belly looking at term with sextuplets. She mostly looked like her unicorn self otherwise, but with the glowing bits and sharp spikes along with her tendril hair and glowing eyes. “I agree, but I want them to grow up here in a stable environment first.” I said firmly.
“Oh~!” Rivala panted and moaned as she waddled out of the motel-like futuristic building that sat in this featureless plane. “It’s been too long since I’ve had foals of my own~. You all made me so fat~!” Rivala teased while cradling an octuplet belly that got us all giggling.
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“Mm~.” Brennie moaned into her sister’s lips, fingering Vinnie’s sopping wet cunt as she did the same for her. “Oh, sis~. This Life Aspect makes everything feel fucking incredible~.”
“Yes, it does~.” Vinnie panted and cooed.
“Oh, my projection went to Devorak?” A skaven blinked when her specter appeared in the room.
“Wha? Who are you~?” Brennie asked with a huff, sensing some kind of connection with this sexy green skaven woman. She looked like Wiatr, but green.
“Sorry, I am Zelma, the Goddess of Life in your formerly allied dimension. I was attempting to reach Luster Dawn, but I’m pinging off of you two more than her. Could you please inform her or hopefully Eris, that I await her on Thanatos. Lady Death’s Scythe has been able to hold off our enemies, but he is only one man. Message recorded on loop.”
“Hold up, she sent an interactive astral projection message? Neat.” Vinnie commented before deeply and fiercely kissing her sister and lover. “We’ll do this more later. Also, I don’t know about you, but I feel like I’m about to pop these buns out of my oven.” Vinnie bit her lip and let her belly swell forth. Brennie did the same so they could bump bellies and get the pleasure.
“Hng, same.” Brennie nodded in agreement as they prepared for the first of many contractions.
“Hey! Silver popped and now-hey! Get out here with us!” Visilia huffed and levitated the pregnant sisters outside where the 50-foot across red/blue slime pony fairy with 20-foot tits was visibly on the verge of exploding as she gulped on a hose in lieu of sucking off a virile mate. “You already missed Silver’s birth with your mutual lusts, at least watch Rivala pop.”
“Hey, Eris, Luster! Someone named Zelma awaits you on Thanatos!” Brennie told them as she and Vinnie were placed down.
“Oh shit! This soon?! Fuck! Girls, I’ve gotta take Silvy and go fetch Zelma! She’s the key to making Lusty the key to saving the universe!”
“B-but my puppies!” Jane whined when she was levitated away from the field of darling metallic slime wolf pups that howled after their mother in adorable dismay.
“You can visit them anytime. Literally, time is slowed here, but I’m the master of it, we’ll be gone from their perspective for like...a minute.” Eris insisted urgently to the frazzled new mother.
“Hold on! Don’t you need a fast ship?” Vinnie asked and Eris groaned before Vinnie gulped and rubbed her now rapidly swelling sides. “W-well, I’m about to pop these buns out. If you can wait for me to give birth, I’ll be the ship to get you there.” Brennie rubbed her sister’s growing womb and moaned as she let her own belly out, mutually being aroused and pleasured as she belly-bumped against her sister, soon being perched on their massive fecund swells.
“Mmph! Mm~!” Rivala squealed out of her nose seconds before she fucking exploded with babies! Brennie howled and came too from the glorious sight before the slime fairy’s body reformed at the edge of the pool of her spent mass that her goo foals were eating. “C-can we do this...again? Holy fuck…I am ruined for other methods of giving birth now.”
“We will, but we have duties, we’ll plan a maternity getaway date.” Visi chuckled as the metallic puppies from Silver’s explosive birth gathered around her legs and curiously sniffed at her. “Hey little cuties, are you some of mine?” They yipped happily and hugged her legs as she laughed.
“Oh, foals~.” Rivala purred and nuzzled some before Eris abducted her too. “Aw~! No~! I wanna cuddle~!” The Wiatr Fairy whined as she was taken from her more docile babies.
“We will, just not now. Once we’re done with getting Zelma and stuffing her into Luster, we’ll play for a week with your babies.” Eris declared and Brennie snorted as she reached over to pull Vinnie’s head close enough to kiss as they expanded with babies.
“Wait, what?! What’s this about stuffing me with a person?!” Luster shrieked in shock, but Eris and nobody else really seemed to care much with how distracted they all were.
“I think she-hng-means you’ll become the next Goddess of Life.” Vinnie panted as she held her swelling belly with one hand and groped Brennie’s nearest breast with the other.
“You r-resonate-oh fuck~...” Brennie groaned when her cunt gushed amniotic fluid while she was still growing, easily on a ten-foot wide belly. Fuck~. She hasn’t been knocked up this good in forever~! Not to mention seeing Rivala fucking burst somehow triggered her kinks!
“It’s birthing time!” Several Scinox attendants rushed in and began tending to the hybrid wolf cybertronians. “Someone round up the newborns!”
“Uhn~! Th-this feels different! In an incredible way!” Vinnie wailed before both her and Brennie’s bellies visibly pulsed with a radiant golden light. “Guh~! Life! Life~!”
“Lusty~! You’re resonating with the Life Aspect~!” Brennie howled in orgasm as the first puppy was retrieved from her spasming snatch by one of the robed demonesses. “If you didn’t need Vinnie to get there-fuck~! Ahn~! You’re gonna be Life! You’re gonna love it!” Brennie wailed hysterically as she experienced the best orgasmic births she’s ever had!
“W-whoa…” Luster Dawn watched wide-eyed as she rubbed her own fecund womb. “I don’t know how long I have, being a Zerg and not mass-producing drones, but I hope it’s anywhere near that incredible or as incredible as Silver and Rivala’s births have been.”
“It takes the term ‘explosive orgasm’ literally.” Silver commented while groping herself at the sight of Brennie and Vinnie getting off to giving birth. “Holy fuck this is hot.”
“Welcome to the family.” Visilia said as she rubbed her sides with a bite of her lip.
“Queen Visilia, your father is home and wishes to see his new grandchildren.”
“Daddy’s home?!” Visilia lit up like a supernova while her wives cried in pleasure.

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Ch. 25
Ch.25
Duo sliced through another zaku before firing the built-in wrist laser at a ship as he tried to keep them from setting foot on Thanatos. He has been battling for over three days now by he stealing weapons from his enemies. The Scythe was a powerful machine, but he still needed ammo to fight at range for extended periods of time. The wrist-mounted laser needed to recharge.
This all seemed so suspiciously planned. Shortly after he arrived, military forces from the nearby Gov, Zeon Fleet Systems and the UnSC poured into the system and somehow resisted the lethal effects of the nearby black hole. This meant these forces gathered whatever available Relic drive cores they could get their hands on to resist the pull of the singularity.
They even deployed on the opposite side of the planet from said gravity well and used it to help them try to blitz to the planet’s surface, but after he gutted the first star destroyer to try this, they maintained a cautious distance, sending skirmishers to whittle him down. It was working. It was a loathsome tactic of attrition, but every droid-piloted MS and fighter he fought was another bit of his precious energy spent.
He would have to retreat, maybe even try to squeeze Zelma into the reverse-engineered Mobile Trace System and flee. He knew enough that so long as she didn’t move too much, it wouldn’t interfere with his ability to pilot the Deathscythe. He was about to attempt to do so when a new FTL signature lit up and the most gorgeous ship he’d ever seen warped into the system.
It was like a narrow bodkin arrowhead and like one, it shot from the dark down to the planet so fast Duo could only curse and give chase! His comms lit up and it answered automatically much to his surprise. “Hey, good job. Get down here and evacuate with Zelma. We’ll even box up yer Gundam fer ya.” A cocky woman’s voice stated and Duo felt incredible relief, so they were the retrieval team that Zelma told him about.
“Thank you. I was about to try and escape with her on my own.” Duo dove down to Thanatos and pulled up to land next to the beautiful golden ship. He had Deathscythe kneel and then used the cable to descend from it. “We don’t have long! However you’re going to store Deathscythe, do it fast!”
“I get you’re in a rush, but get that bug out of your ass, boy.” The utterly beautiful red wolf/dragon huffed when she approached and he could only look up at the deadly icon of violence that radiated his Lady’s favor like a beacon. “This is new. Who made this?” She looked around the ankles for something and he watched the armored beauty, transfixed.
“Professor G. He...he had me execute him to keep his brilliance out of enemy hands.” Duo told the badass beauty, unable to look away from her.
“Oh, smart. I can arrange to have him brought back with some help from my sister.” Her words baffled Duo and he felt a surge of indignant anger.
“You can’t bring back the dead.” If that was possible, he would’ve brought back Father Maxwell, whose only crime was being a good person and helping people in need, but that was enough for him and his church to be blown up for ‘harboring terrorists’ who were just peaceful protestors.
“Wrong, you can’t bring back the dead. Ah, here it is.” The woman pressed something and Deathscythe shimmered in iridescent light before vanishing in a flash and she held up a capsule! Capsule technology had been lost for good with Nexus’s sabotage! In the woman’s hand was a 3-inch cylinder with a button on one end which held one of the deadliest war machines Duo had ever seen! “Glad that still works, now get in my sister.”
“W-what?!” Duo was utterly baffled. Who, what and how?!
“Me! Runner Themis at your service!” The ship’s loudspeakers declared. “Get in! Zelma is already on board.” Duo rushed up the ramp and towards the bridge. By the time he reached it, they were in space?! He didn’t even feel this wondrous ship take off! “Buckle up! I don’t like making an FTL jump without people-.”
“Punching!” The woman’s voice behind the pilot seat shouted and the viewscreen turned into something similar to flying through a snowstorm. “Alright, we’re good and clear.”
“Mou, Silvy-chan, that was so unprofessional.” The ship’s intercom said with a vocal pout.
“Sis, don’t pull that anime crap right now. It’s bad enough we just brought a gundam on board.” The red dracowolf huffed with a scratch of the back of her neck. “Sit down, boy. Your job is done for now.” She sat in the seat next to Zelma, who looked completely at peace. “You’ll have your questions answered when we get there.”
Duo groaned in relief before he sat down and promptly passed out from the exhaustion.
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“So where is Luster Dawn?” The sexy green skaven asked when we brought her into the HbTC after returning to Devorak. She’d been quiet this whole time, seemingly in a world of her own and letting things guide her to her destination.
“Right here.” Eris said gleefully as she led us to where Luster was on the ground and playing with several of the puppies and foals. Most of them had been rounded up it seems and taken to a nursery along with all of the eggs to my disappointment. “Luster, your destiny awaits.” My mate looked up and looked as if she were struck by an epiphany as Zelma approached.
“Y-you...I…” When they touched, Zelma melded into Luster! I watched in a mixture of horror and awe as my lover seamlessly absorbed the green skaven, who even kissed the stunned Zerg before she was completely gone. “...She’s still here. She’s not gone, just...in a different form.” Luster suddenly became more indescribably beautiful despite her alien appearance and she looked at her hands. “I’m...Life. I represent the forces that drive all living beings to exist.”
“Where’s Zelma?!” Duo demanded after coming out of his own shock at the sight of the woman he’d protected vanishing into nothing.
“She’s here. She’s me. Eris, how cruel of you. You made her into the essence of Life only so that she could fuse with me.” Luster said with sadness at the serpent woman, who nodded.
“It had to be done. I wouldn’t have if I had Time. I...when I found myself out of options, I did what I had to. I’m not proud, I’m not happy, but it’s this or death. Not the balanced kind either, I’m talking Thanos Snap levels of it. Death would be heartbroken and we would all be...gone.” Eris sniffled and wiped her eyes. “If it’s sacrificing a beautiful person like Zelma versus all of us and dooming our universe, at least within the Three Galaxies...the choice is obvious.”
“You-!” Duo started before he froze and everyone saw Death talking to him. While the bony wolf babe that looks like Vinnie without flesh oddly enough having the same curves when wearing clothes despite there being nothing beneath them, I approached Luster and gently squeezed her hands.
“Are ya okay?” I asked gently while looking into the glowing orange orbs that were her eyes.
“I’m fine. I just...I was always Zelma, Zelma was always me. It’s like I’m no different than before. The only key difference is that I now both physically and spiritually embody Life, at least in the Three Galaxies. I have the genetic code of every sapient species we’ve ever encountered, even the Terrans and Protoss thanks to the Zerg already having them before they vanished. Zelma was the last piece to make me complete.” Luster rubbed her belly and smiled. “She’s in here…”
“So she isn’t gone, then. At least our new human friend will have the comfort of knowing she still exists.” I rubbed my mate’s belly and even kissed and nuzzled it. My children are inside, but I have puppies to go find. “So, where have the attendants taken all of my rugrats?”
“I’m afraid that since I’m not the mother, I’m not allowed to know until you do too. I may be their sire, but the locals place equal importance on both parts of the child’s parentage, especially if both are alive. Which is refreshing. The Empire had a clear bias in favor of non-men. Sometimes, it baffled me that most ladies only saw a sex toy or muscle when looking at men back in the day. The Argentines haven’t fallen into gender-based favoritism.” Luster said with a mixture of annoyance and happiness.
“It sounds like the Empire never tried to ensure gender bias didn’t happen.” I commented and Luster sighed as she joined me in sitting down with the remaining puppies.
“The problem was our leadership, which was heavily female/herm dominated. We had no strong male leaders. At the founding of the Empire, that role subconsciously was attributed to the Argentines, who, as you know, purposefully distanced themselves from the Empire. Honestly, I think if the Argentines didn’t do that and instead had a direct hand in how the Empire functioned, it wouldn’t have devolved like it did.” Luster wistfully theorized with a sad expression.
“Perhaps you are right.” Brennie admitted with a sigh, nearly making us jump from our place sitting on the steps with the slime puppies. “However, we believed our wives could do things for themselves, that they didn’t need us for everything. Shows what we know.”
“While I’m sure Wiatr and the rest appreciated that you wanted the Empire to grow into its own thing, but just to ask; did they ever ask you for help in that department?” Luster queried as I snuggled the three pups in my reach, two going for nipping at my clothed boobs and I snorted.
“Yes. A lot. It was really annoying. Now though? Hindsight’s a bitch. If we did help them out on the legislative issues and not just the military ones, they wouldn’t have turned into slobbering sex addicts little better than the Corruption we helped them stamp out at the start of it all. However, there’s also the possibility of some people thinking we Argentines are favored above all others.” Brennie replied as I put fingers in the pup’s mouths and they suckled on my slime.
“Weren’t you? The Empire always tried to defer to your judgment. If you tried to relate with them instead of holding yourselves at a lofty distance, maybe the Empire would’ve tried emulating you more rather than believe you were too perfect to achieve.” Luster suggested and I groaned in annoyance and frustration.
“Lasses, please, no big-brain talking. I’m a pirate, not a politician.” I huffed and tickled a pup.
“Considering you’re in our group now, you better change that to privateer.” Brennie snarked with a playful grin.
“Meh, that’s just a pirate with a long-standing paying contract to do what they luv. Traveling the stars, meeting new people, getting into dangerous fights. I can live without the last one, but I’m a wanderer at heart, even if I would like to have a port of call.” I looked up to see that Duo was gone and now I was surrounded by everyone, who was looking at me...intently. “Uh...what?”
“You’re such a cute mama. Feeding your babies even though they don’t need to be fed right now.” Rivala cooed and I shrugged sheepishly. They wanted nummies, I gave them nummies. “Well, all’s well now, let’s get pregnant again! Visi shouldn’t be preggers alone!” Eep!
“H-hold on! As much as I’d enjoy that, lasses, we have work to do. Time dilation or not, I want to meet my babies, massage the lot of you, then go home. Jet will have a nervous breakdown if we’re not back soon.” I protested with great concern of losing myself to the carnality of it all.
“Time magic~!” Eris declared and I deadpanned at her. “I know, I know. Same difference to what you just said. You don’t want to be gone so long that your short memory fouls up.” Hey!
“Just because I used to be a blackout drunk doesn’t mean I have a bad memory! I just...I don’t bother to remember unimportant stuff!” I defended and Eris’s eyes glinted. I don’t like that!
“What utterly important and grisly act did you commit before you Surprise Adopted Aurora?” Eris questioned and my brain drew up a blank.
“...I think I did something very violent to a redhead. Not sure what, just that it had to be done!” I have to be blushing! No~! My poor memory has been exposed! Curse both of my halves having a bad memory for things not associated with my interests!
“She murdered the most notorious and successful slaver in the Triangulum galaxy when she went walkabout to clear her head and then Surprise Adopted Aurora immediately after.” Eris informed everyone cheerfully and I snapped my fingers at the memory slotting in.
“Oh yeah! Beth Carver, fucking bitch. With her dead, the Chains of Slavery have been broken at their strongest link. It’ll make freeing the slaves and starting the rebellion easier.” Why are you all looking at me like I’m some six-faced horror that you’re only now seeing the depths of?! I feel so naked! “Don’t judge me~! Don’t look at me with those awe-filled eyes~!”
“She assassinated an important figure and then promptly took an orphan in. She’s definitely our kind of insanity. Cocoa would love you.” Visi declared and I felt myself puff up in pride.
“I am her descendent. Well, her’s and Penny’s. As you can see, I take very much after Cocoa.” I summoned my heads and petted my trio of heads with a similar number of cheeky grins. “Oh, wait. How are they? I remember someone mentioning Urta and Penny weren’t doing so good. Something to do with Jimbo replacing them.” I mean, I can’t forget Jimbo. He’s important.
“They’re all calming down. Urta and Penny are making a full recovery thanks to Brennie’s contingency plan. The only thing we have to worry about is whether those two are going to force their way over here to thank us personally.” Visi snorted in amusement as she rubbed her stomach. “Well, not that we would complain about it.”
“It would be fun, but if they could get through the seal, they’d be staying here for their safety. You can go back if you want, but the only difference will be that you'll miss out on a ton of fun and be back, maybe, 40-ish minutes earlier than us.” Vinnie said and I mewled before a robed demoness collected the last of the puppies and left the chamber. “I mean, how much time passed between us leaving and coming back?”
“I had the chamber’s time dilation turned off so that there wouldn’t be any disparity between the babies taken away and the ones still in here.” Visi informed us and I sighed in resignation.
“Okay, fine. I didn’t get to fully enjoy the whole process with my heat-addled brain turned to metaphorical goop on top of being literal goop. I can’t remember half of what we did to get me so fucking pregnant I was a 50-foot sphere with two 20-foot spheres attached to it.” All I remember is that it involved a party in my womb and everyone wanted to breed me.
“Well, we won’t be doing it that way. Not with Luster still pregnant and unlikely to be able to turn into semen-slime again.” Rivala said with a pout and Luster wilted in disappointment. “You even managed to pump your womb with your own semen slime and got us knocked up with your babies too.” I did?! Whoa, I was really far-gone.
Still… “Lasses...I...I feel constrained being stuck here for longer than necessary.” I admitted and all of the gods in the room flinched. “As much as I’d enjoy it, as much as I love it, I don’t want to be like that all the time. I know this is a special moment, a special opportunity, but I just...I can’t, not without hurting myself.” I gulped, hoping they understood.
“Okay, yeah, we won’t hold you down like that.” Visi insisted with a concerned expression.
“Thank ya. I mean, ya can send me back alone if you want or even have me given a tour of the local space while I wait for you. At least then it won’t seem so long to me.” I suggested, not wanting my own needs to interfere with their desires. I had the feeling that this was an especially rare thing for Visi to indulge in, I don’t want her to ruin it on my behalf.
“Or, I know this goes against the whole Freedom thing, but would you like to be a Belly Pet for a bit?” Vinnie suggested and I tilted my heads curiously. “Oh, you poor, innocent thing. Brennie, she doesn’t know what a Belly Pet is.” Okay, now I really want to know.
“Of course she doesn’t know, I don’t think any of them know-ah!” Brennie was interrupted by another Chaos noodle jumping on her shoulders. “Pandora!”
“Brennie-baby~. You went female and didn’t tell your personal Belly Pet you were going to be a busty babe again for a while?” The noodle pouted so hard her eyes cartoonishly outsized her head along with her lips. “Am I not good enough for you~?”
“Sorry. Shit got chaotic as fuck and one thing led to another.” Brennie sighed as she petted the noodle’s head while I returned to only having one head.
“Can ya please stop talking about it and tell me what it is?” I demanded and the new noodle was suddenly a familiarly voluptuous babe wearing a business suit with a projector stand.
“So, prospective Belly Pet trainee! Are you interested in living part-time inside of the womb of your main squeeze? Maybe a mother-figure you feel too emotionally and physically distanced from? Your sister even? Worry not, we here at-.” The sudden projector sales-pitch was smashed by Brennie, who was blushing so fucking hard her ears were ejecting steam!
“D-don’t talk about it like that! It’s way more intimate than some time-share! Look, you get unbirthed by someone, you stay in their womb for however long you want, so long as it’s longer than just for sex and then leaving when done.” Brennie briefed me and I felt my loins clench.
“The longest I’ve lived in Brennie-baby’s womb in one go is 7 years!” Pandora boasted and Brennie was flushed so hard I think her eyes have faded into her face like she’s an anime character. “And now I want to go back in~!”
“Eek~!” Brennie squealed when Pandora ripped off her pants and slithered right into her pussy, the sexy red bitch was squirting from the experience and Rivala promptly did the same to Lusty! My mate moaned and smiled as she came from the intrusion and she licked her lips with a hungry look at me.
“I-I-I...maybe? I’d be entrapping myself, but if it’s my choice and nobody will try to stop me from leaving, I guess...it’d be okay? I don’t want to constantly share space with Rivala though. I’d never get a moment’s rest.” I Love her, I do, but my sexy slime fairy was the sort of nonstop bubbly silliness you needed to take in shifts or she’d become annoying and I don’t want that.
“Well, Pandora is like that too, so I guess I’m out.” Brennie huffed as she bit her lip and rubbed her falsely flat front, before she allowed it to swell into a term with quadruplets belly. I gulped and looked between Visilia and Vinnie. I’d be trying something new, but Luster looked at ease with me doing it with someone else first since she’s got Rivala inside of her.
“W-well, any takers?” I asked nervously, wringing my hands together. The regal and dominating Visilia Themis or the overwhelmingly sexy and energetic Vinnie Themis.
“Hm, has anyone ever tried having two Belly Pets?” Vinnie asked and I felt confused.
“Brennie.” Visi pointed out and the dracowolf blushed at being called out.
“No, no. I mean, recursive preggo belly pets. Like, if I unbirth her, then you unbirth me while I have her inside me…” Vinnie clarified and I felt myself boiling! Th-that sounds super hot!
“Well, she seems to like it. Let’s do it.” Visi approached a chair and sat down, spreading her legs. “Hurry up Vinnie, I don’t want to be kept waiting~.” I was promptly grabbed by the not-a-Jolteon and I squeaked when she shoved me down her pants and I promptly poured myself up into her empty womb. Wow. This is...great. It’s quiet aside from her body’s oddly accurate biological sounds. Y’know, heartbeat, gurgling-. “Oh~! Yes! Fill me you bitch!”
The compression! The feeling of Visi’s vaginal walls clenching around Vinnie as she was unbirthed was surprisingly pleasant! I pressed against the wall of Vinnie’s womb and got a groan of pleasure from my host. Soon, everything stilled aside from the feelings of pleasure I oddly had transmitted to me from Vinnie masturbating and groping her tits. I let myself quickly fall into a slumber. My gosh...the Void, being immobile, now this. So much peace...zzz.

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Ch.26
Ch.26
“Unf, careful.” Visilia Themis huffed as she waddled out of the Time Chamber in her last week of pregnancy. “Just because this is the first time in ages and I’ve unbirthed two people is no reason to forget how shifting too fast is unpleasant when as big as I am right now.” Visi chided her attendant as her massive hall-filling belly preceded her with a repulsor harness on her underbelly so she could move through the halls.
“Sorry, my queen. It is just so exciting to see you full of foals once more. Your children and grandchildren and so-forth have clearly been wanting more siblings for centuries.” The Scinox helping her navigate her robe-covered fecund form apologized. The only reason she was this preposterously huge was because of her own pride. She loved flaunting her pregnant beauty when she could and this was the first opportunity in said centuries to do so.
“I know, I know. I’m just lucky my father hasn’t been prodding me too. He clearly wishes for another child to sit on his knee and regale with the Old Tales.” Visi smiled beautifully before slapping her sides. “Well, he’s going to have many children to get that out of his system with.” Among the Argentines, as a whole, Visi has held the pride of being the most fertile mare in all of Devorak. Thanks to Wiatr, her already impressive libido turned into legend. If not for the role being in limbo, she would be the Goddess of Fertility of Devorak.
Not that she’d ever tell Urta, Wiatr or Penny! She’d be thrown down a flight of stairs made of ecstasy into becoming the same kind of goddess and then she’d never get anything done! “My queen, as for your Belly Pets, are they going to remain within and aid you in the birth?” The question made Visi come out of her daydream of being frequently pregnant and realize she almost bumped into a corner she was rounding. Oops.
“I believe so. My new mate is one of them and she’s been docile this entire time. Contacting Vinnie has revealed that Silver has been in a content self-induced coma this entire time. Vinnie is going to be helping me with the birth.” Visi said after getting a quick IM on her omni-tool from the Jolteon-like woman. Seriously, how have they not realized how much like that pokemon she is? They should probably try to get in contact with a pokemon world, they sound fun.
“Very well. We have arrived.” The announcement was appreciated since Visi couldn’t see over her trio of glorious orbs at the moment and she heard the doors open.
“Oh, ho, ho! So, this is the pleasant surprise you said you had in store.” Visilia’s father, King Hydrax, said from his place at the long dining table, which was filled with the Palace’s maintenance crew that work in this section having their lunches since their schedules meant they couldn’t have dinner right now instead. They always were pragmatic, so simply having their employees eat in the dining halls made sense. “I told you making amends with your wives would turn out to better your mood.”
“Father…” Visi pouted at her father’s passive-aggressive fatherly nagging. While he didn’t approve of how the Empire did things, he always passively disapproved of how Visilia decided to handle her relationship with the wives involved in said government. “I haven’t fully done that. It’s just Eris right now and she’s not even a wife, more of a pesky intruder who keeps pushing buttons.” Visi huffed as she willed her big Bs to shrink to being flat and less engorged. She’d made her entrance and now it was time to sit next to her father for dinner.
“Then it’s someone new. Who are the new prospective family members?” Hydrax casually questioned while swishing his glass of wine around. Her father was a handsome and built specimen of a stallion, but thanks to their relationship of her being his daughter, she was able to see past that at the silly motion as it was after being told he seemed like Lord Dracula. The Dark Lord of Castlevania may be a monster, but he had class and disturbing philosophical points.
“Luster Dawn, who you may remember those few times she visited as a filly. Rivala, one of Wiatr’s many adrift wish-granting slime fairies. Then there’s the really new one.” Visilia rubbed her flat stomach with a soft smile. “Jane Silver, the Goddess of Freedom.” That got some of the nearby conversation to halt and ears perked towards her. “Keep eating, mind your business.”
“Freedom, you say. Anywhere near as powerful as Freedom himself?” Hydrax asked with notable interest and Visilia shook her head.
“Not as of yet, no, but her Aspect has manifested rather powerfully already, guiding her in ways to act, to consider, to achieve her beliefs of Freedom. For instance: she assassinated the head of a prominent slaving ring, then promptly Surprise Adopted an orphan not ten minutes later.” Visilia snorted before serving herself some pineapple rice. She had a major craving just now.
“Decisive and with a good heart. She sounds like my kind of friend.” Hydrax hummed in approval before gesturing at Visi. “I assume she’s the one within you?”
“With Vinnie, yes. Having a Belly Pet is surprisingly soothing. The Womb Wards are one thing I regret we didn’t fully embrace from the Empire.” Sadly, that was a good idea that Visilia for the longest time was uncomfortable with. She only wanted someone in there either for fun or if it was an emergency, not full-time around the clock maintenance, hosting a town inside of her. At least, until she began wondering how nice it would feel, but that ship sailed and hasn’t returned.
“Oh? Are you considering taking that final, dangerous step into your own divinity?” Hydrax raised an eyebrow and Visilia sputtered with a shake of her hands in protest.
“N-no! I would never! I’d be so obsessed I’d never get anything done! Wiatr, Urta and Penny may have worked around it, but…” Visi didn’t have faith in her own self control. When she lost it, she lost it and it took effort to climb back to a stable state of mind. She found this out early in her relationships, not just because of Corruption’s insidious effects, but because of her carnal nature. “I can’t. I can’t or we’d pay dearly for it.”
“I don’t know, dear. You seem to forget you have so many supporting roles around you that more time off wouldn’t hurt. Besides, you’re basically retired like I nearly am already.” Hydrax sighed and looked down the table at his happy subjects. “Remember, dear. We’re old. Sometimes, you need a change of pace. I’m not advocating we stop reclaiming our lost ground, but at least take time for yourself. I’ve recently taken to reading again.”
“Right, well, we’ll have to look after more chaos spawn due to Eris being pregnant with my offspring.” Visalia said with a bit of sheepishness and her father rolled his eyes.
“I’d complain, but life has gotten dull without some Chaos in the mix that's off the battlefields. Now then, it’s late, I’m tired, I have a few chapters I want to read before bed.” Hydrax finished his wine and clapped his hands loudly for attention. “Everyone, I am off to bed. Good night, I wish you an uneventful and fulfilling rest of your shift in my home.”
“Good night, Your Highness!” The employees chorused and her father patted her shoulder on his way out of the dining hall.
Visi rubbed her stomach and took her father’s input to heart like always. Maybe...maybe she could finally slow down? Stop running towards the next battlefield? As much as she enjoyed fighting, she’d grown bored of it after so many thousands of years. She’s not like Brennie, who could find almost any kind of combat fun in any amount of frequency, yet even she was clearly vying to potentially snag the Fertility Aspect with how much she loves making babies.
This caused a worrying spike of Jealousy in Visi and she worried she might actually be upset with Brennie for taking something she apparently very much wanted for herself. She’d talk to Brennie in the morning. Right now, she wanted some pineapple-infused rice!
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“I don’t get how you don’t seem to be progressing.” Brennie said to Luster as they walked the halls towards the breakfast hall of the Palace. Luster was in the same early stage of pregnancy she was when they came to Devorak. She had a slurry of primordial soup in her womb that Rivala reported was like slime, yet not like slime, that was clearly alive.
“I’m a Zerg. Nobody really knows how Zergs work despite centuries of constant study. Maybe I have to form the ooze manually? Remember that Zerg used to be a near-mindless spawning species with a networked Overmind before Kerrigan got involved. Maybe I have to craft my babies?” Luster uneasily asked/said and Brennie hummed in consideration before they entered the room.
“Good morning, Brennie.” King Hydrax was at the head of the table, wide awake like the early bird he was. “Ah, young Luster Dawn. It is good to see you’ve survived the Fall when you were not found within Paradise.” He stood and opened his arms to allow the Zerg mare to hurry to him for a hug.
“Uncle Hydrax. So good to see you’re well.” Luster nuzzled his chest due to the height difference and then took a seat next to him while Brennie sat next to her, leaving the other side of Hydrax open. “I’d love to talk about your government’s policies and other social science matters, but I don’t want to spoil breakfast.”
“You may have your sire’s brains, but at least you have your mother’s pragmatism.” King Hydrax stated as he took a bite of baked meat-mushroom, one of the crops that came from the Empire.
“Are you confirming that Kerrigan and Twilight Sparkle are my parents?” Luster sharply and eagerly questioned, causing Hydrax to pause and gently set his fork down before he clenched his hands together so tightly his powerful flesh creaked.
“They...never...Brennie, dear. Remind me to bitch-slap those two idiots the next I see them.” Hydrax intoned darkly and Brennie nodded firmly.
“We could do it.” Two new chaos noodles said when they appeared on Brennie’s shoulders.
“Hermais, Dongo? How?” Brennie asked as they wrapped themselves around her body.
“Your world has Eris. Other than that blasted seal in our own world, we are always able to find our sibling.” Hermais answered before she looked at Luster. “I told your sire to not keep it a secret, but she didn’t listen to me.”
“I see.” Luster said, quickly recovering from the other two-thirds of the Trinity appearing.
“We still can’t get into our universe due to the seal, but we can come here.” Dongo said, looking frustrated and depressed. “Space is my aspect and I’m stuck in Paradise while worlds I helped craft are destroyed.”
“Aw, poor thing~.” Brennie crooned as she hugged Dongo and gave him pets. “Don’t worry, things will be different.”
“Yes, things will be different. We shouldn’t have assumed Paradise was safe from discovery. When we bring Harmonia back to our universe from Paradise, we’ll occupy Ark Harmonia to protect it, considering the place is large enough to sustain the populations of a dozen garden worlds.” Dongo declared and Brennie smooched the head of the fluffy serpent.
“Good, it was your lack of defenses that led to this. At least you learned from it instead of being wiped out...so far. You do realize I’m going to forbid you from returning to Paradise, right?” This made the two serpents wilt. “No, bad. You’re trapped there, at least here, should the worst happen, you two won’t be claimed by whatever superweapon the UnSC has their hands on.”
“As annoying as your kin tends to be, I am in agreement.” King Hydrax stated before the doors opened and in came the glorious hyper-preggo belly of Visilia Themis, draped in the black and gold of her preferred maternity robe. “Ah, good morning, daughter.” The serpents cooed in arousal and Brennie gulped her surge of desire down as the seven-foot-wide belly squeezed through the double doors with directional aid from a Scinox.
“Good morning, father.” Visi’s voice pleasantly said from around the beautiful belly and boobs before they were suddenly at Visilia’s normal size and she perked up brightly at the sight of Brennie. “Good morning, darling.” She eagerly approached and kissed her wife before gently tapping the two serpents on the heads with an index finger. “Naughty noodles, are you trying to knock up my wife again?”
“V-Visi!” Brennie sputtered in fluster as the serpents and her wife snickered while the demonic alicorn mare rounded the table, smooched her father’s cheek, then sat opposite from Brennie next to Hydrax. “A-ahem. I see you’re wearing your pregnancy beautifully as always.” Brennie complimented before reaching for the nearby serving bowl of cereal. It had nuts, so that was protein covered too.
“Thank you.” Visilia beamed so beautifully that Brennie felt her heart/pump try to beat out of her sternum. “I actually have a question to ask in that line of thinking.” Visilia nervously combed her mane with her fingers and Brennie looked around for the milk, but gestured for her to go on. “W-would you think of me less...if I became our universe’s Goddess of Fertility?”
“What brought this up?” Brennie blinked in confusion.
“Brennie...I know you love being pregnant. I know you love making new life, so does Vinnie. However, neither of you ever bothered to claim our realm’s Aspect of Fertility. You two have had far more children than me, yet you don’t take the role. I’ve been...thinking, lately. The lack of duties I’ve had has left me realizing that I'm...tired. I want to focus on something besides fighting. Also, Devorak hasn’t expanded in forever due to the infighting we’re only now getting done with…” Visi gulped and licked her dry lips as she wrung her fingers together nervously.
“Oh...shit. Well, okay, I’m on board with making you our universe’s Goddess of Fertility.” Brennie said with a slight twinge of disappointment, not over Visi wanting it, but over her never even considering going for it. She had enough Aspects as it was, anyway.
“J-just realize that I will definitely go overboard. You know me. I know me. I’ll lose my mind to the pleasure and-.” Brennie reached across the table and pressed a finger to Visi’s lips.
“Visi. I’ve done that too. I hate to say it, but when your body is so overloaded with sensation, it’s natural to go at least a little crazy.” Brennie insisted firmly, only for her shoulder serpents to snicker and pat Brennie’s head.
“Pfft, a little? More like a lot. Besides, crazy is just what others classify your mental state. We think it's hot, you get all dominant or submissive.” Dongo chuckled before poking her head. “Besides, bro or sis could just rework some of your brain to help you stay in the right mind.”
“And there’s also the fact you noodly fucks kept telling Vinnie and I that we can’t obtain Fertility.” Brennie pointed out as the two noodles flinched from her accusation.
“We never said you can’t, just that you shouldn’t. Your bodies have reached a synergy that getting another Aspect that conflicts with your current ones could make you really fucking sick for a long damn time.” Hermais countered with a hug of the sexy bitch’s face. “We care about you, we don’t want you to hurt yourself. As for Visi? Well, she’s perfect for it after all this time.”
“Considering how many grandchildren I have, I can certainly reinforce that statement.” King Hydrax said with a gentle smile before the doors opened and more of the Palace’s inhabitants made their way inside. “Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, by blood or not.”
“Gah, so much paperwork.” Marcus, Brennie and Willow’s firstborn son, groaned when he entered. The strapping dracowolf/fox lad had several scars visible on his face and head that he wore as proudly as his military uniform decorated with embroidered honors because wasting metal on medals was stupid and frustrating for the person they were bestowed upon.
“Good morning my son!” Brennie eagerly said, her tail wagging happily. She rarely got to see her eldest, as busy as he was with being one of the highest generals of the Argentine military. It wasn’t nepotism either, because he stopped Hell personally a couple of times without her and her siblings. The Dracofox/wolf was perhaps even on par with the DOOM Marines.
“Oh, Fama!” Marcus approached in a hurry and hugged his sire. “It is so good to see you off of the battlefield for once.” The handsome battle scarred man looked between his family members. “I get the feeling I’m intruding on something important, is it alright if I’m involved?”
“Yes, son.” Visilia said with a warm smile. He may not be of her blood, but Marcus was what helped start her incredible polyamorous marriage by giving Brennie and Willow something to bond over besides mutual attraction. She also considered him and all of his non-blood siblings her own children by extension, not just because of the marital reasons. She was so proud.
“You think you have paperwork? I’m running this country.” Rex, Brennie and Visilia’s firstborn snarled before shooing away his servants. “I’m eating, let me enjoy some personal time. I’ll get to that once I’m done.” He was a spitting image of his grandfather, only with his mane taking on a mixture of black and scarlet as he grew older. “It is rare to see so many of us together, what is the occasion?” He sat in the chair next to Hydrax and hugged his grandfather.
“Your mother is considering becoming the Goddess of Fertility.” Brennie flat-out told him much to Visilia’s fluster. It was one thing for this topic to be broached to non-blood, but to have her own blood son, borne from her loins, brought in on such a thing felt so embarrassing!
“Oh! Wonderful! We could use someone like that. It was only thanks to Wiatr, Urta and later Penny that the Empire expanded so much, so fast. We don’t want to expand that fast, but we simply don’t have the numbers to start sending out colony ships. Would you assist in that, Mother?” Rex’s casual acceptance of the topic and even taking it into consideration for future plans made Visi both proud and antsy.
“There’s also the fact that we must partake in the politics of other galaxies. The reason why the Empire fell was because we left them to their own.” Brennie added, much to her son’s shock.
“I thought you gave them some advice to prevent that from happening?” Marcus questioned.
“Yes, Marcus, I did. It wasn’t enough. We distanced ourselves too much and because of that, the Empire distrusted their rulers for not involving us more when we were clearly a superior nation.” Brennie replied in irritation.
“Mother. When I was young and did not fully appreciate the difficulty of ruling a nation, let alone one as grand and sprawling as our own, I had no issue with this state of affairs. Now you’re telling me that because of it, my Aunt Wiatr and all my other aunts and uncles are suffering from our neglect?” Rex imperiously questioned his mother and Brennie felt a mixture of anger from being talked to like that by her own son, yet it was tempered with a bit of shame.
“Yes. We’re going to save them, but there’s nothing that can be done more directly. The only reason we were able to even go to their dimension past the two way seal, was because of Silver.” Brennie gestured at Visilia, who blushed at remembering their new mate was in her wife’s womb inside her own womb. “She’s their new Goddess of Freedom and even before ascension, could unlock barriers restricting her.”
“Then see if you can’t get her to open that side of the seal, I’m ordering this side to be undone. Here I was hoping to start expanding the Alliance, but our oldest allies are in shambles due to our neglect. How can we call ourselves Allies if we abandon them so thoroughly? I had thought this was merely a retreat action, not exile.” Rex rubbed his snout. “Grandfather, permission to explain to my family just how stupid they’ve been?”
“Grandson, you don’t need to ask me, just do it. I’m tired of watching their three-ring dog and pony show of avoiding their own families.” King Hydrax grumbled disapprovingly.
“Remember Rex; at your own risk.” Marcus reminded him as Brennie got her shotgun out.
“Oh, none of that. Put your toy away.” Rex’s eyes flashed and suddenly Brennie was stripped naked and her gun was gone. “Remember whose domain you’re in. Sit down and shut up.”
“...If I wasn’t so damn proud of you, I’d try to bend you over my knee…” Brennie groused.

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Ch.27
Ch.27
“So...you’re really, really pregnant right now.” Said Pillar, aka: Edward, who was summoned along with the other Marines for this incredibly major event. Eris would bend time to make sure the crew of the Bebop wasn’t left scrambling in confusion, so they could make the effort.
“Oh yes…” Visilia breathily agreed as she bit her lip.
“I mean, I think the only time you beat this was when you had Nexus turn you into a giant ball of babies the size of a moon while inside of her womb.” Hunter commented and Visi moaned.
“Oh~ I wish I was that big again…” Having Nexus, who was fused with Urta at the time, fuck her and fill her with so many foals she was a damn planetoid of cum and babies was just...unf!
“You’re really suited for this, huh?” Collateral, aka: Rico, put a hand to her hot flesh.
“Shut up and fuck me or help me trigger labor.” Visi panted from the stimulation of the hoses on the far side of her impossibly gigantic 30-foot across breasts sucking out her milk. She didn’t go full size until the very end, feeling like she was indeed monstrously huge. Each of her lovers involved in the process were virile beyond most means of measure and she wanted to get pregnant, so she didn’t bother restricting her own fertility.
She didn’t anticipate her latent desires and finally opening up to the idea of becoming the Goddess of Fertility, would result in her being a 100-foot wide womb full of so many foals they couldn’t possibly be counted unless she had Womb Wards, which she didn’t.
She was back in the Time Chamber due to the uncertain nature of this latest pregnancy that the Navel Pearl had forced her body to convert everything nonessential, such as her limbs, into more space for her life-giving womb. She indeed has never been this pregnant aside from that one precious time within Nexus. The key difference being this was all her. She achieved this without outside influence beyond taking in the fluids of her mates.
The pride, the ecstasy, the pleasure. It all culminated in Visi feeling like she was going to lose her mind in the best of ways! “Visi, I just got the message from Vinnie. You’re dilated enough you could push several tykes out at once.” Brennie informed her wife from where she sat a few feet away from the red alicorn’s head on her spherical womb/body.
“Oh~ I don’t want to~!” Visi whined, suddenly not wanting the sensation to end, but then Brennie petted her head and scratched her ears. “Mm...okay. Are they ready?” As legendary as Brennie and Vinnie were at being broodmothers, most of that was handled by their wives in Paradise. This would be the largest pregnancy the Scinoxes have tended to in thousands of years, the last being when she had to be in fucking space when she did it because she was the size of a moon, but again, that was mostly handled by the Empire.
“Yeah, just let it happen.” Edward gently said and Visi allowed her tense, pleasure-tingling body to relax. She moaned and panted in pleasure, cumming quickly as her children practically flowed out of her impossibly gigantic cunt. Bless the Coven for eventually adding the vagina to the expansion aspect of the Navel Pearls even if it was already partially innate.
Visi lost her mind, cumming constantly and even braying, neighing, whinnying in ecstasy. When she came back to herself, she was in a hospital bed, feeling drained and more fulfilled than she’d ever been simultaneously. Her breasts were actually being milked by hoses descending from the ceiling and were the size of yoga balls despite the Nipple Studs usually following the Navel Pearl in shrinking the wearer down to their usual size.
She weakly pulled her left arm out from under her giant breast and opened her omni-tool to get a look at her notifications. Dozens of pictures of her precious, newborn foals, a total count of 300 foals. That was only 1/10th of her achievement of 3000 when impregnated by Urta-fused Nexus, but this was her achievement, not shared with her wife and friend.
Visi smiled before letting herself pass out as the new warmth in her chest took root, filling her dreams with the ecstasy of eternal motherhood...
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“Guys? How long has this lobster been in this old fridge?” Spike asked down the hall from the cargo hold.
“Is it still moving?” Shekka called back, meaning she’d already checked earlier.
“It shouldn’t be.” Spike said, knowing full well if it was anyone else on board, they’d have passed out from the stench.
“But is it?!” Shekka demanded in reply.
“Yeah…” It was really creepy, yet oddly enticing how the blue mold-covered crustacean shifted.
“Then it’s a zombie, throw it in the incinerator with the fridge!” Shekka replied.
“I could just eat it?” Spike suggested with an odd longing. Dragons can eat anything and this weird thing was just yanking on his instincts to eat it.
“No! That’s icky, no!” Aurora gagged from the ceiling. The Chiropteran, since they didn’t know what her species was really called, could casually cling to pipes and other protrusions on the ceiling by her feet and often did, such as now.
“Hey, get back here!” Spike barked at the moldy lobster zombie as he started chasing it throughout the ship.
“Ah! It’s loose, run!” The kids squealed as they ran away.
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“So she’s still…?” Brennie asked her pregnant-looking sister as they got aboard a small ship. They couldn’t take anything bigger than a gunboat back through to the home dimension of their wives due to the seal only being opened that much by Silver, who was still snoozing in Vinnie’s womb after months of being unbirthed to be a Belly Pet.
“Yeah. It’s like she’s incubating, going through a stage of development inside of me.” Vinnie rubbed her quadruplet-sized belly with that maternal glow that made her extra sexy. “If I didn’t already have her inside of me, seeing how much of a glorious wreck Visi was at the end of that epic birthing session would’ve made me want to get knocked up again right away.”
“No kidding. Watching her get off the whole time was incredible.” Brennie said enviously. She enjoyed it too, but not that much. Visi being their new Goddess of Fertility fit her beloved wife too well. It would definitely help when Devorak’s population has actually been in decline.
“Also, I could’ve sworn I heard Rex running away and screaming like a little bitch. What was that all about?” Vinnie asked as she squeezed her motherly ass into a seat and started to vainly try and get the longest harness strap around her body, then huffed and gave up.
“I teased him that he liked to see his mothers naked and strolling around the Palace, because he took away my clothes and weapons as well as Visi’s clothes when it came up that she was just as guilty. I can still one-up that little shit.” Brennie snorted with amusement, but couldn’t help feeling worried that running a nation was starting to get into Rex’s head. Then again, he didn’t get like that unless faced with incredible stupidity, which made her more irritated.
“Ah, you got roasted for doing something stupid again, huh?” Vinnie snickered and Brennie slapped her sister’s stomach, making her squeak and then pout as she rubbed the spot.
“The only reason you weren’t included was because you were in Visi’s belly. We’re all at fault for ostracizing our own wives.” Brennie then rubbed the front of Vinnie’s protruding womb. “Considering how important she is, shouldn’t you and Luster have stayed in the Time Chamber instead of going back like this?”
“No. Eris said too much temporal distance would make slotting us back in at an optimal point too hard. She’s still recovering from her self-imposed exile to Exogol.” Vinnie hugged her belly with worry. “I hope she’s okay. None of our other slime lovers have responded to being unbirthed like this.” Vinnie looked lost, something that hurt Brennie to see, but she too was concerned.
What was happening to Silver in there?
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“Ew~!” Everyone chorused after Spike finally caught the undead moldy lobster and promptly crammed it into his toothy maw.
The chase had taken him all through the Bebop, through the base, interrupted Hildra’s work on the Moondast Gruss, then finally he wrestled it into submission and ate it with literally everyone watching. “Mm~! Crunchy and slimy!” Spike mumbled through his food, the flavor unique and utterly delicious to his draconic taste buds.
“I’m gonna be sick.” Hildra hurried to the side and vomited. Her pregnancy likely made her more vulnerable to the disgusting sight.
“As gross as this was, I’m going to collect samples of that mold. That was disturbingly fascinating.” Anno commented and went towards the Bebop, where the source of the zombie lobster was.
“Intrigued Comment: In all my operating cycles, I have never seen such a grotesque display of predator instinct.” HK-47 said before he led his crew back towards the operation hub.
“That’s right, you missed Grease-789’s pursuit of that infestation.” Daw commented.
“I thought we agreed to never mention that accursed pyjak again.” Bones grumbled.
“Silver’s going to be a bit upset over missing this stupidity.” Jet chuckled to Spike as the others, Faye especially, retreated from the grisly scene.
“She’s gonna be more upset that she didn’t get to try it. That was good.” Spike licked his chops before a landing alert sounded and they hurried to Bay 3 to see a small gunboat landing. It was easily the best small ship either Jet or Spike had seen. It was like someone took Runner’s ship form and downsized it to a gunboat, then ruined the paint job with gunmetal gray.
“Don’t worry, that’s ours!” Helvex called as he and the other Argentines came into Bay 3. They approached the opening hatch and they watched as the Marines exited, followed by Luster Dawn looking about to pop out four foals and Vinnie in a similar state, but no sight of Rivala or Silver. “Ah, apologies, but it seems that your slime crewmates are occupied.”
“With what?” Jet huffed as he crossed his arms and the two pregnant women patted their bellies. “Gods, give me strength.”
“Here ya go!” Eris chirped when she popped up and shoved another orb of light into his chest. “Another 50 years of vitality!”
“Are you going to do that every time I make that expression?” Jet sighed in amusement as well as with the visible relief of his youthful vigor returning.
“I don’t know, why don’t you say it again?” Eris cheekily suggested and he deadpanned at her. “Aw, phooey. Played at my own game. I guess I’ll just make you immortal some other way.”
“I deny your desire to make me immortal. I want to grow old and die in my sleep someday.” Jet snorted at the sexy serpent leaning on his shoulder.
“Aw, meanie, I’m trying to tell you I like you.” Eris fluttered her eyes up at him and he smiled.
“I know you are, but I like classy, refined women.” He blinked when she was suddenly in a black dress and looking decked out to the nines. “Uh...well, I walked into that one.”
“Tootles~! I’m taking my new boyfriend on a date!” Eris popped away with Jet and Spike couldn’t help the snort before he turned towards the Argentines and Luster.
“Okay, so, what’s the plan? We still need to meet with Arlend Fester and the Folly. I figured Silver was key to that. Why is she inside of you?” Spike asked as he approached Vinnie and awkwardly almost reached out to touch her glorious golden belly, but she grabbed his hand and pushed it against her stone-solid warm womb.
“We offered to let her try out being a Belly Pet. We’ll explain more later, but when she went into me, she promptly went to sleep and now she’s going through some form of metamorphosis. I can feel her growing inside of me, continuously. This is just what I feel like having out.” Vinnie patted her sides and smiled down at her body warmly. “Whatever is happening to her, she’s going to be utterly beautiful when she comes out.”
“No doubt about that. The moment Silver went female, woof, sex on legs. Sadly, I know her too well as John and not Jane to find her attractive past the surface. No offense, you’re good for her.” Spike said to Luster with a look at her own belly. “So, Rivala’s in there?”
“Yeah. She’s my Belly Pet and is helping me figure out my situation. I’m pregnant, but not? I have life in my womb, but it’s not alive yet even with someone else in there. I don’t know how to really explain it. I didn’t exactly have any Zerg teaching me aside from Kerrigan and she didn’t really touch on my biology.” Luster shrugged while rubbing her sides. “I guess Zerg pregnancies are more manual, but I don’t know how to trigger things. I’m going to be full of this primordial ooze until I figure it out, but don’t worry about my ‘unborn’ children, they don’t exist yet.”
“That still leaves the issue that with Eris abducting Jet for a classy date and Silver indisposed, then I’m the de-facto leader of the crew.” Spike sighed and shrugged. “I’m not going to assume that Silver will be back anytime soon. Let’s get ready to take the Moondast Gruss once the others are done turning it into an actual light frigate.”
“I still say that classifying something with the twin railguns of a dreadnought as a light frigate is ridiculous. That’s a sniper in space combat.” Collateral commented as they began heading for Bay 1 and the Bebop to get back into a routine.
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Jim’s life was getting very unusual. “Ladies, can you please give me some privacy?” Jim pleaded with the three sexy ‘ghost’ bitches that have been haunting him for the past hour. Urta, Penny and Jane were all hanging around him, thankfully invisibly to anyone but him, chatting each other up or teasing him.
Urta and Penny apparently had put themselves into a dangerous coma to promote him to being a god, while Jane ‘woke up’ here after going to sleep in her lover’s womb. Such an act of carnal Fertility clearly caused her to ping off of him again and now he’s haunted by a trio of recovering slutty slimes. “Sorry stud, no dice.” The trio chorused and then giggled as he showered, running their hands over him in appreciation while also scrubbing him down with hardlight loofahs.
He enjoyed the attention, yes, but it’s hard for him to ignore their touch and their teasing when they’re all so good at it. Here in the shower, he would like to get off to their lewd ways, but now they seem to want to watch him squirm rather than actually pleasure one another. “So, Vinnie has that weak spot behind her left ear? Good to know.” Jane snickered deviously.
“Brennie’s even worse there. Don’t forget their sides are ticklish.” Urta advised and Jim tried not to get further aroused by their breasts pressing into him as they talked about having sex with their mutual mates. Finding out that Jane was in bed with the gods was both annoying and sexy as hell. Finding out through the two elder goddesses giving the newbie tips was even worse.
“Gah, where am I?” A shadowy Gabliani shortstack with fire-like blond hair with a rather iconic stone helm appeared in the shower. “Hello? Anyone? I, whoa...uh...hello stud and total babes, I’m Midna. I’m with the UnSC, I was using the prototype Torsion Beam Device to try and penetrate Paradise. Where am I besides in a shower with a bunch of sexy beasts?”
“Wait, a Midna was born in our world?” Urta asked in bemusement.
“The name was known to my parents from the Legend of Zelda told from the Church of Wiatr long ago.” Midna explained and Urta uttered an ‘oh’ in understanding. “Anyway, I’m assuming the Torsion Beam Device failed or succeeded because this definitely looks like a Paradise to me~.” The shadowy gabliani purred with a grope of her large breasts.
“Well, it definitely failed. This is the Legacy, a dreadnought of the UnSC in Triangulum.” Jim told his new ghostly companion. He could tell if she wasn’t made of shadow, she’d be her own brand of drop-dead sexy even if she was barely more than half his height.
“She’s in her own dimension.” Penny said curiously while poking at the girl. “She’s both here and not at the same time, like us, but while we’re in this realm entirely by astral projection, she’s half in our realm and half in another.”
“So she’s in the Twilight Realm?” Jane asked curiously as she too examined the newcomer, who cooed and enjoyed the hands roaming over her shadowy body. “I guess yew’ve become the Twilight Princess. Neat.”
“Oh, yes, she’s close to ascending in this little realm too~. A goddess of shadows? Do we have one?” Urta asked her twin sister.
“Maybe phantoms?” Penny shrugged.
“Okay girls, I’m done showering, so if you’re going to be making noise, please try to keep it down.” Jim turned off the shower, only for the four spirits to pin him to the wall with their tits and hungry leers. “A-at least let me turn the water back on.”
“Too late, Jimbo. Let’s get him, lasses!” He just wants to go to bed~!
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“Spike, can you please brush your teeth and gargle some mouthwash?” Faye groaned at the stench flowing from the dragon’s maw as they ate dinner.
“I’m not doing that until I’m about to go to bed, just stop focusing on it.” Spike chuffed some smoke that oddly enough wasn’t as bad as his breath on its own.
“Dude, halitosis. At least drink a beer or something to mask it.” Collateral huffed and passed Spike a beer.
“I wish Anno didn’t quarantine the stuff, I would’ve liked to examine it myself.” Luster said while the mentioned white slime jackal drank some cola through a straw like a kid.
“This isn’t bad for takeout.” Vinnie commented after slurping down a long bundle of noodles and she hummed while rubbing her fecund womb with Brennie idly rubbing it as she ate.
“Is Jane still passed out?” Luster slithered a tendril under the table to poke at Vinnie’s underbelly. “She’s been in there for nearly seven months now.”
“Hey, for all we know, you’ve turned her part Zerg from how you turned into a breeding slurry inside of her. We’re lucky any of our kids came out normally.” Brennie shrugged ambivalently.
“Hey! Don’t blame me, Vinnie could have properly unbirthed her and turned her into a baby!” The accusation made Vinnie freeze and she looked at her womb in horror. “No~!”

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Ch.28
Ch.28
Thankfully, Luster’s accusation was false. A thorough scan revealed that Silver was literally just continuously growing inside of Vinnie’s womb, gaining nutrition from her ‘mother’ via the placental wall. The sudden panic was because Vinnie stated it ‘wouldn’t have been the first time’ shortly after her look of horror appeared. Thankfully it was all a false alarm.
“Woof, I haven’t had a pregnancy ‘scare’ in thousands of years. The last time I accidentally rebirthed someone was that cute changeling guy.” Vinnie huffed in relief as she rubbed her swollen sides. The Jolteon-like sexy bitch was certainly stressed for a bit there.
“Which one was it?” Brennie asked as Luster tried calming down before the Zerg’s belly swelled to term with quintuplets in seconds. “Hey, are you alright, Luster?”
“I think so, I’m just coming to terms with the fact my mate isn’t-guh!” Luster groaned before she spread her tendril-bearing thighs and laid an egg with ease. “Oo~. That felt good.” Luster panted and picked up the egg, dragging it up her quadruplet-sized belly to cradle in her cleavage. “Hey~. Little one. I’m your mama…” The unsettlingly fleshy red egg pulsed like a heart.
“Did you just, uh, lay a Xenomorph?” Brennie did not want to deal with a chest burster.
“I laid a Zerg. My first Zerg...my little one.” Luster’s voice became manic and her face split in a monstrous glasgow grin before a pink/blue slime tendril emerged from her twat and slapped her across the cheek. “Gah! Whoa! Thanks, Rivala. I don’t know what came over me. Anyway, oof, that seriously kicked me in the instincts there. I can lay my brood now that I know what to do.”
Luster’s womb churned and she panted before she moaned and her belly split open like a flower, revealing a green skaven-like Zerg coated in amniotic fluid. “I’m...back?” Zelma staggered to her paws and looked at herself in surprise. “I should be with Lady Death, but I went from embracing my fate to being here. Thank you for your Generosity, Luster Dawn.” The busty rat babe bowed and Luster smiled beautifully.
“It was the least I could do. Now then, as my first Librarian, I need you to help me sort and evolve my brood. I don’t want a race of mindless thralls working endlessly for my benefit like Kerrigan struggled to change her whole time as the Zerg queen.” Luster told the reborn skaven.
“You desire a hivemind species with each member being their own individual? I’ll try, my Queen, but I can’t promise a miracle.” Zelma scratched at her rounded ear before taking the egg and following the new Zerg Queen out of the exam room, likely to turn a room into her spawning chamber or something equally horrific by normal standards.
“I think it’s for the best that nearly everyone is asleep and Jet isn’t home or he’d be having a nervous breakdown.” Spike said before he yawned. “Well, ladies, it’s the night cycle. We have a few days before the Moondast Gruss is ready and a week after that before the Folly heads for the Harmony Gates for her next trip to the Milky Way.”
“Good night, Spike.” Vinnie bid and the dragon left her and her sister alone in the exam room. “Well, at least I didn’t accidentally Surprise Adopt our new mate. That would’ve sucked.” Vinnie chuckled and hugged her womb while Brennie rubbed around her navel, making her shiver. “Mm~, Brennie, you know my navel area is sensitive…”
“I know.” Brennie moved in to kiss her battle sister/wife and she used her magic to shut the door.
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Jim woke up feeling oddly refreshed, considering his four haunting harlots kept sexually tormenting him even after he’d gone to bed once Amelia was sated. He went to sleep with Urta taking his phallus up her love tunnel and woke up with Penny gulping down his seed. “Oh~...ladies. I’m enjoying this, really, but don’t you ever get tired?” Jim groaned and was thankful Amelia was already out of bed. She let him sleep in because of his light schedule.
“I’m tired and so full.” Midna, the only one showing signs of exhaustion, groaned from atop her shadowy belly ball. “Fuck~. I’m gonna have so many little imps from this. My tits and ass thank you.” Right, he read somewhere that Gabliani women got thiccer and bustier with each pregnancy at a much more intense rate than most species today with the gods MIA.
“Gods, can I just train today without cumming?” Jim groaned when he finished feeding Penny his cum, only for Jane to quickly take him up her ass and they both moaned. “Jane, seriously. I was supposed to kill you not a week ago. Can you please not fuck me like that doesn’t matter?”
“But it, unf, doesn’t matter. Fuck, so this is what anal is like?” Jane panted as she spasmed. “Shit, I don’t like it as much as vaginal, but I don’t want to risk getting egged again. Not when I’m supposed to be doing stuff. I hope whatever’s happening to me in Vinnie’s womb, it gets over with soon.”
“If I egg again, it’s your fault.” Jim panted and grabbed the sexy bitch’s hips to start fucking her properly, making her squeak and bounce on his breeding pole while Urta, Penny and Midna cheered her on in encouragement.
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“You have a new target, Amelia. The Colony in the Zerus system is in open rebellion and you are the closest ship to crush it.” The Counselor stated and Amelia nodded grimly. She never liked putting down rebellions, especially ones as minor as peaceful protests. Those people didn’t deserve to die for standing up for their rights, but orders were orders and sometimes impossible to subvert.
“We’ll head there right away, Counselor.” She hung up since the call’s itinerary only had the one item on it and she wasn’t going to let that sleazeball slip in something to make this even more unpleasant a task. She huffed and rubbed her stomach to calm herself. Even flat, it felt wonderful to touch her pregnant tummy. “Jim isn’t going to like this any more than I am.”
Until they made contact with the Silver Pirates, they would just have to put up with working for the UnSC just a while longer. Seeing the writing on the wall and that she wasn’t safe working for them anymore, Amelia had already decided to leave her life of harsh duty behind and seek her own happiness for once. She thought she was happy, then she met Jim and realized how lonely and frustrated she was until then.
“A Dr. Doppler is calling.” Her computer chimed making her blush at the name of her Ex. They did end up sharing a bed for a while, but his flights of fancy turned her away. “Will you accept the charges?” Ugh, her penniless ex boyfriend...fine. “Credits collected, connecting call, now.”
“Amy, I need help.” Of course.
“Delbert, I’m about to crush an uprising on Zerus and-.” A violent explosion came over the line!
“That’s just it, I’m on Zerus!” Amelia’s heart raced.
“What?! What are you doing in the Theta Quadrant?! You lived on Montressor last I knew!” They parted on good terms, it was why she was even willing to hear him out, now she feared for him.
“Amelia, I was searching for the legend! And I've found great success just finding clues. However, my research on Zerus has...I’ve found eggs.” Amelia felt weak with fear. Her calls were as secure as anything, but she didn’t know if her superiors had her lines covertly tapped. “Shortly after my discovery, I kept it quiet, kept them secure and hidden, but then UnSC goons started harassing my archeological outpost and now Zerus is suspiciously being attacked for rebelling!” Oh no.
“Delbert. Lie low. Keep hidden. Do you still have that Spec-Ops rescue beacon I gave you?” Amelia urgently questioned as she summoned Jim to her office and sent orders to the navigators to head for the Zerus System. The irony that her superiors provided the perfect alibi for being in the right place at the right time to rescue her ex. Fuck, introducing him and Jim was going to be awkward.
“Yes, what frequency should I set it to?” Delbert asked as blaster fire echoed over the line. Hopefully that wasn’t too close to his current location.
“696-point-9.” Amelia felt so flustered over her juvenile choice of frequency, but she had been in an intimate relationship with him and she did enjoy sucking his-no, bad Amelia! You have Jim!
“Right. Your favorite position at the time we broke up, if I remember right.” Delbert joked and Amelia wanted to crawl under her desk and hide in embarrassment. She was so cringy back then~! “Amelia, another thing, some Terran tech was in the dig sight. It is activated and is hostile to UnSC tech.”
“So send in a naked operative, got it.” She didn’t mean literally, but sending someone in without even kinetic shield belts? The only one who-of course. “Delbert, the agent I’ll send to retrieve you is...special.”
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“Uhn~!” Jane groaned in orgasm before collapsing against Jim’s chest, panting and kissing him. “Fuck. If you weren’t already taken, I’d want you to be mine, Jimbo.”
“Don’t be so greedy, that’s our job.” Urta and Penny chorused as they rubbed Jane’s ass.
Jim was going to say something when they stopped kissing, but Amelia burst into the room and paused with a taste of lust on her before she crammed it down with feelings of anxiety and determination. “As exciting as it is to see your thick dick on display.” She reached through Jane and the invisible spectral slime slut moaned while Jim grunted at his lover squeezing his cock. “One squeeze won’t hurt...fuck it.” She started giving him a handjob!
“Amy, I-.” She put her free hand’s index finger to his lips.
“Jim, my ex boyfriend just called.” Besides Jane, the other ghostly girls went ‘oo~’ at the dramatic development. “He’s in danger and his research is definitely why the UnSC has declared the Zerus system is rebelling. I need you to go in without any technology and retrieve Doctor Delbert Doppler to be delivered to Tarkus.”
“T-Tarkus? W-we’re based on T-Tarkus!” Jane panted as she gyrated on him, moving along with Amelia’s stroking hand on his length. She clearly couldn’t feel the specter, but he felt both!
“Hnng~! Amy! Wait!” Jim panted and tried to hold out, his limbs too weak from the constant fucking and unwilling to risk hurting Amelia. “I-if you k-keep this up-!” His lower stomach bloated with eggs and he whinnied in pleasured dismay.
“N-no~! S-someone pull me off! I can’t afford to get egged right now!” Jane pleaded and the two mobile specters grabbed her arms, but despite their efforts, she was stuck! “Fuck! No! Stop!”
“Oh dear, I better take care of that~.” Amelia purred and dropped her pants, climbed up and moved his cock, somehow moving Jane and then she plunged her already drenched pussy down his immense length before melding with Jane and-. “Oh my gods~!” Amy and Jane squealed in combined orgasm moments before Jim began launching eggs through his ovipositor cock and into the two. “Yes~!”
“Oh shit, did they just fuse?!” Urta and Penny freaked out as they touched Amelia without issue. The covcat was wide-eyed and twitching before her uniform top suddenly tore in half from her tits erupting free at a size that matched Jane’s base basketball breasts and she began gushing milk from her thimble-sized nips as she came repeatedly on Jim’s dick with each egg pumped.
Eventually Jim’s orgasm ended and he panted while looking at the feline with worry. “Amy, Jane? Please, speak to me.” Jim’s imploring words caused the feline to smile manically.
“Call us Jamie. That was incredible, Jimbo.” Jamie cooed and looked at him with Love so intense he thought he might start getting a ‘beer’ belly. “So, when we split up, we’re both going to know everything the other knew, but right now.” Jamie began riding his cock, refusing to let it go soft. “Fill us up, big boy!” No~! His poor punished penis~!
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“Oh, fuck!” Vinnie groaned when a slurry of slime poured from between her legs along with eggs. She panted and clutched her womb, feeling that aside from the dozen or so infant-sized eggs that had just gushed from her nethers, Jane was still growing within her and unresponsive. “What the hell? Oof, that felt good, but it came out of nowhere and I only orgasmed once.”
“...Sis? Did you just machine-gun fire around 20 infant-sized eggs out of your twat and then complain that you only came once? That’s hilariously hot.” Brennie snorted while wordlessly thankful that Vinnie had been lazing in bed when it happened, causing the eggs to gather safely on the sheets. “Wait a damn minute, is Silver at Jim’s place again?! Fucking Hell, no wonder she’s taking her sweet-ass time. Urta and Penny are probably there with her as well.”
“That would explain a lot.” Vinnie panted as she and Brennie gathered the eggs and placed them in between themselves. “Mm~. Jimmy’s such a stud. Look at these beautiful eggs~.”
“He’d have to be to earn all of Urta’s and Penny’s Aspects. He literally fucking pumps these things through his dick into waiting wombs? Fuck that’s hot.” Brennie fanned her cleavage and bit her lip. “If he wasn’t in such a bad spot, I’d say we go and kidnap-rescue him and introduce him to the other wives.” Even if they weren’t smaller going in, holy shit.
“Oh, yes.” Vinnie giggled before she felt her sister’s belly expanding out and bumping against her own. “I see Pandora wants to meet them, as well~.” She rubbed the tip of her belly against Brennie’s, the eggs getting sandwiched by their underbellies and thighs. “Careful, they’ll go inside~.”
“Oof~!” Brennie huffed as she felt one of the eggs poking at her entrance. “Careful, they just might.” Brennie edged forward, pressing the egg against her mons and panting.
“Where is that little noodle?” Eris asked when she slithered in, looking incredibly pleased with herself. “Hey you two, my date went great, no need to ask for details. Now, is little Panda in your womb again, Brennie? I need her help with something.”
“Auntie~! I’m having quality time with my waifu~!” Pandora’s voice echoed from Brennie’s belly, only for her to suddenly be flat-stomached and a damp Pandora was standing in a pout in front of her aunt. “Meanie, what is it?”
“That’s for us to know and hopefully nobody needs to find out. Now, we have work to do, have fun you two~!” Eris and Pandora warped away and Brennie huffed at the emptiness of her womb, then licked her lips at the sight of the eggs. Surely Jane wouldn’t mind…
“Oh fuck yes. Let me help.” Vinnie moved the eggs aside and took one, gently pressing it into Brennie’s folds, making her sister moan and wiggle to work it inside of her faster. “There’s one~.” Brennie looked pregnant with a single baby already from just one egg and panted in excitement when Vinnie started on the second one! “Two~...”
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We haven’t felt this good in ages. Well, half of us haven't, the other half could compare this to exploding at birth. “Whew, good job, Jimbo.” We slapped his pecs as he panted for breath after We’d finished riding him to his seventh climax. He didn’t egg us again, sadly, but he’s definitely stuffed us with enough virile fruity cum to impregnate a whole city.
“Oh~. No more~...” Jimbo pleaded and We cooed as We laid on him and kissed his inviting lips.
“You did good, little cabin boy. We’ll spare you from further torment. Sorry for hogging him, girls.” We apologized to Urta and Penny, who had fused together at some point into a mocha and cream two-tailed kitsune they said they called Penta while they cuddled the snoozing Midna.
“Mm, no, I get it. No biggie. Just realize poor Amy has to deal with suddenly having the body of a Golden Age woman.” Penta’s words make our ears wilt and We sighed in frustration while giving the girls a grope. We like having huge tits, fuck anyone for saying We can’t have them. Sadly, We don’t have access to Nipple Studs to shrink them down, but then again, our perfectly thicc ass, thighs and hips are a dead giveaway anyway. Fuck it.
“We’ll deal with the fallout by claiming Jimbo Blessed us. Surely that’s in his power.” We shrugged and then began standing up, hissing as Jimbo’s cock slowly slid out of us, aided only slightly by gravity and his exhaustion. We eventually stood over him, our supernaturally elastic and tight pussy keeping all of his hot cum inside. “Good work. We’ll have the rest of your day cleared and cite that We exhausted you.”
“At least you’d be telling the truth. Now then, Jamie, can you please defuse? I want my Amy back.” That hurt...surprisingly so. However, We understood that We weren’t truly one person. We had a hitchhiker, a sexy one that was welcome, but still a hitchhiker.
“Some help here?” We asked Penta and she reached out, taking our hand and We grunted at the nauseating sensation of our perspectives-.
Eugh~! I feel so dizzy! I wobbled in the air and turned to see Amy had fallen back to the bed with Jimbo catching her. “Woof...that was great, but sorry for the backlash.”
“You turned me into a hyper-busty babe suitable for my future husband. I’ll take some dizziness and nausea. Now that I can see you, I can see why Jim didn’t realize you were his quarry.” Amy sat up and held out a hand that I shook. “I am Captain General Amelia Smollett of the Legacy.”
“I am First Mate Jane Silver of the Bebop. So you’re the one who almost caught me several years ago in the Milky Way by shutting down the Relay. Good to have confirmation.” I winked at her and then suddenly gasped when I felt something-.
Warmth. I feel warmth. There is no light, only warmth. I must be back in Vinnie’s womb! I wiggled, sloshed and churned inside of her, causing a litany of beautiful howls of pleasure to come from my host. I feel way, way bigger than when I went inside of her though. I must’ve been growing this whole time. I couldn’t form a body in this tight space, so I guess I’ll have to get some of myself out first before I can start storing it. However, her cervix is tight!
I pressed and pushed until I rushed out, though I made sure to tickle and rub every fold as I left. I emerged to the glorious sound of Vinnie cumming her brains out and formed myself, starting at her groin and smiled at the sight of Vinnie and Brennie laying in bed together. “Hey, mummy. I’m hungry~.” I reached forward, then froze.
I looked at my hands to find my liquid silvery metal slime now had a visible glow to it, as if I was superheated and I even had steam wafting off of me again like when I first became living Argent. I felt even more energized, more in tune with…everything really. It was like a whole new facet of reality was opened to me and I couldn’t fully comprehend it.
“Holy fuck you’re hot…” I looked over at Brennie to see her looking at me in awe. “I mean, you were hot before, but now? It’s like I’m looking at the most beautiful wolf in the universe. Did you get the Beauty Aspect or something?” Uh...not sure how that could happen from me incubating in Vinnie’s womb.
“You’re a goddess, right? What are your Aspects, Vinnie?” I asked curiously as I rubbed their bellies while continuing to drain my mass from Vinnie, forming a sheathe in her to spare her.
“Death, Despair, Madness, Souls and Life~.” Vinnie answered with a purr. Damn, that’s quite the collection of Aspects. “So...what are you?” That’s why I asked! Hmph...

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Ch.29
Ch.29
“So, is there a divinity test for gods with multiple Aspects?” I asked the next morning at breakfast. Vinnie was so out of it from me needing to move my slime out of her that I couldn’t get a clear answer last night, so I had to bench my concerns until today. I was told not to bother Luster last night, so I snuggled Vinnie and Brennie instead. Nobody will stop looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in existence and I’m getting kinda creeped out!
“Not always, just sometimes. It’s hard to tell.” Brennie non-answered with a sigh as I rubbed her stomach. She was carrying mine and Jimbo’s eggs due to her being a sexy, dirty girl. Well now she’s acting as their surrogate incubator and I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
“I’m sure if you revealed your new looks on the extranet as an anonymous model, I’m sure you’d become the Goddess of Beauty in hours.” Faye snarked playfully before biting into her toast.
“Or you’d compete with mom for the Aspect of Sex since everyone would be fapping to you.” Eris joked and I felt queasy at the idea. I like being anonymous, thank you!
“What were you and Pandora doing?” Brennie asked the Time Goddess with suspicion.
“Nothing we should tell you without endangering all of reality. Please pass the salsa.” Eris requested of Spike, who did so politely.
“So long as I get her back in the end, then it’s all good.” Brennie said in acceptance to the answer. I guess she was used to the noodle’s antics.
“Oh, you will, don’t worry about that.” Eris assured her aunt before leaning against Jet in the seat next to her. “Jetty-poo~. How are my pancakes~?”
“You get them nice, big and fluffy. I’ve had a hard time finding anyone who can make perfect flapjacks. What else can you cook?” Jet asked the serpent goddess with pleased surprise.
“Anything you want.” Eris purred at her chosen target and I shrugged indifferently. I had the feeling Eris wasn’t one to get overly attached to someone just because of sex. I’m cool with us being especially close friends with sexy benefits if that’s all she wants. I’m not going to impose on her Freedoms. “Oh, sorry if you think I misled you, but I’m not a good fit for you, Silvy.”
“No, no. I get it. If we got that deeply involved, I get the sense all of yer duties would interfere with my own goals even if they align. Ya interfere with other people’s Freedoms too easily for me to feel comfortable being around ya constantly as more than a friend.” I will do what I must for the general Freedom of all, but Eris? She has done things that have Tainted her Soul and-Soul? Wait...was there no native Goddess of Souls? Isn’t that Death? No, no it isn’t…
Oh shit. “I’m Time, well, I’m more of a non-causal time beast that flows and winds through reality. I know everything and nothing that can happen, yet I can only influence so much. I can’t just snap my fingers. I’m not Thanos, I don’t have an Infinity Gauntlet...despite my attempts.” Eris rambled while I came to grips with the realization of my second Aspect.
“Everyone? I think I’m the Goddess of Souls.” Which explains why I can probe even deeper into people just by glancing at them. I don’t just see their surface layers like I did with just Freedom. I can pierce into the core of their very being and understand them on an intrinsic level. My gosh, everyone here is so beautiful! It also explains my accidental Astral Projection bullshit!
“So that’s how you managed to transfer eggs from Jimmy all the way across the galaxy as a ghost! You used your soul as a tether to bring them to your body. Genius! I wish I thought of that!” Vinnie declared with a manic glint in her eyes. “It would also explain why we both hit it off so early. We instinctively peered into each other’s souls and found someone we wanted.”
“Daw, y-ya~!” I put my hands to my cheeks and kicked my paws as my tail wagged so hard it slapped around the chair backrest to hit my hips. “If we weren’t eating, I’d kiss ya and-!”
“Not in the galley! It’s Duty Hours! You’ve dicked around enough.” Jet snarled at me and I nodded in acceptance. He’s right. I’ve been shirking my duties for fun and pleasure. Although my Heat was the blame at the start, I was the one who kept it going. “Now then, Shekka, Hildra, how is the Moondast Gruss coming?”
“We should have it ready by the end of today, no problem. Especially since Luster gave me a Navel Pearl and my belly isn’t in the way anymore.” Hildra reported with a pat of her tummy.
“We could even divide attention if we needed to and it’d still be ready tomorrow morning.” Shekka added on while side-hugging Hildra and Anno. Those three were dummy thicc and thicker than thieves. It was obvious they did the nasty every night in their quarters, but at least they kept it quiet. “That said, we can only fit one Mobile Suit in her on such short notice.”
“Jane, move the Warrior over to the Gruss. You’ll be going for sure, so it should have it’s pilot.” I nodded in acceptance and Jet finished his plate. “Alright, that’s essentially all for today, if you don’t have anything to do, just find something. It’s not like the Bebop is leaving the base.”
“Seriously? I’m sure our warriors are getting tired of just sparring most of the day.” Collateral huffed and got nods from the other Argentines.
“If ya want something constructive to do, then I guess ya could go out and round up some rogue droids, androids or gray goo. They’re always a hazard here and aren’t natives like the Sydians. If ya can avoid it, please don’t kill any of the roach people. They may be violent tribals, but that’s just it; they’re tribals. They don’t know better.” I suggested to them as the one besides the local crew members in the know.
“You say ‘round up’ not exterminate?” The one named Helvex asked curiously.
“No. The fact they’re functioning at all means they’re worth salvaging more than most. As for the gray goo? They’re a curiosity and the Corps pay out the nose for samples, let alone an intact specimen. Anno’s contacts could arrange the exchange without risk to us.” I answered promptly.
“Doesn’t that interfere with their Freedom?” An Argentine woman named Sellox questioned.
“Nope.” My answer seemed to stun them.
“...Really?” Pillar asked incredulously and I nodded.
“Those oversexed gray masses of nanobots don’t have any actual thoughts. They’re not even sentient, let alone sapient. I’m sure if one had enough processing power, it could be a self-thinking droid swarm, but otherwise, no.” They were literally just following faulty programming, using biologically-sourced lubricants when away from ready sources.
“Okay, the Guard will set up a trap or two to capture and extract a sample from one. We Empyreals will be bait to draw them in.” Ionyx laid out the base plan and they all nodded in agreement.
From what we have learned, the Guard’s colorations are different to the regular ones that follow the same colors as the Doom Marines. While the Empyreals are all silver, in order to tell the difference between the factions. As for the Initiates, they wear old Sentinel armor because they need to earn their new armor. However, the Empyreals don’t allow Initiates within their ranks and none of them will elaborate why.
What my Aspects gleam at a glance isn’t enough to fully understand, but I’m not going to pry deeper. What I get unwillingly on both ends is enough. It doesn’t matter though, since they were trooping out of the galley, all save for Brennie. “I’m incubating your eggs. I get that you don’t want to endanger your kids, I respect that.” I felt my face pull into a smile. “Besides, I’m gonna hitch a ride on your Zaku.” What?
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Huh, so my Zaku can accept my womanly body easily, as well as keep a passenger in the back of the Mobile Trace System so long as they’re strapped in and not also wearing the Trace Suit. It still required I put on my right arm and leg exo-armor though, since the system already compensated for them and was getting errors without them.
Heh, it can accept me going from a slim man to a hyper-busty bombshell of a babe, but it wonks out at me not wearing armor on two limbs. Tech can be so silly sometimes. I navigated the Warrior out of the Bebop’s hangar and had to carefully hover out of Bay 1’s entrance and over to Bay 2 while hoping there weren’t any people nearby to notice.
“You fly this thing really smoothly.” I instinctively looked back at Brennie’s voice, but all that did was turn the Warrior’s head and monoeye, so I turned back forward. “I wish I could take it for a spin. I haven’t piloted one of these in so long. Our Atlans are way bigger, but these things are small and scrappy in comparison. They also ended up being what let us kick Hell’s ass so fucking hard they never fully recovered.”
“So the War on Hell wasn’t just some religious thing back then? The censors were especially focused on making that part of history nearly impossible to get straight.” I asked my passenger before I landed in Bay 2 and moved to the side to wait for the makeshift MS dock to finish locking down the Warrior.
“Technically, but that was us getting real zealous. No, it wasn’t for some religious quest to save the Multiverse from Hell’s unending conquest. That was us feeling religiously pissed off with them blowing up our homeworld and then us eventually turning the tide thanks to Nexus so fucking hard that Hell almost ceased to exist.” Brennie responded and I squeaked when I felt her hands on my body. I can’t move right now! I’ll damage the dock!
“C-can ya not-ee~!” She reached around and pinched my nips, which thanks to the tight-as-physically-possible nanosuit, was actually more sensitive than if I was naked! I panted as she began tugging, kneading and playing with my breasts as if she was trying to milk me, but the suit was so tight that my slime-milk had no way to express itself. “Brennie~.”
“Sorry, the babies are hungry~.” Brennie’s stomach let out a loud growl, demanding for sustenance to sate it. “C’mon~. Get out of this thing and feed your baby-mama~.” I whined and wished this rickety thing Shekka and Hildra threw together would hurry up and dock Zaku!
It was a long and torturous few minutes before the dock locked and I could disengage the Mobile Trace System. The second I did, Brennie ‘tore’ the liquid nanite suit off of my tits, then pulled my shirt up before she promptly latched onto a nip and began drinking furiously. I howled and fell on my ass, Brennie following me down and sucking ravenously as I petted her head.
Brennie was a carnal creature to her core, often burying it under duty and pride. She relishes whenever she has the chance to let herself indulge and goes as far as she can to sate her unending desires. Despite all of this, she cares too much and exposes too little, making her seem distant and unkind to those who don’t know her or even those considered acquaintances.
I moaned and gave her all the nutrition she wanted along with my affection for all the things she subconsciously wanted to share with me. I kissed her brow and hugged her close, wrapping my legs around her waist as she supped from my slime. Then, when she was done drinking milk, she kissed me and drank my tongue down, so I fed her all the filling goo she wanted.
Soon, I felt her belly swell with the eggs she carried inside her, making me run my hands all over it and feed more slime, which she took in. Brennie gulped it down with fervor, enjoying the meal I’m providing for her and the children. I couldn’t help immersing her entire being into my slime and once engulfed, I made her my Belly Pet Broodmother as she settled into my womb.
I sighed in content and rubbed my deceitful flat stomach with my Navel Pearl shining as evidence of the lie before I put my jean shorts and tank top back on while storing my right arm and leg exo-armor into my cleavage storage. “Hope ya have fun, Brennie~.” I crooned and opened the cockpit of the Zaku, only to feel flustered at the saucy grins Shekka and Hildra had. “Oh fuck, ya heard that whole exchange, didn’t ya?”
“Broadcast through the suit’s loudspeakers loud and clear. You naughty bitches.” Shekka chuckled as she approached and looked around. “I don’t see her though. Neat magic trick for a non-unicorn.” I grinned as Brennie rubbed my womb walls with her hands and my Navel Pearl shimmered. “Anyway, the next time you see that sexy bitch, let her know we want to scan her.”
“Will do.” I followed the two shortstacks down the lift of the scrap-made mobile suit dock while watching the two sexy rasks shift side-to-side with their signature boundless energy, sending those delicious ass cheeks shaking under their tails. Gods, I just wanted to grab them and fuck them! Whoa. I think Brennie is channeling her desires into me. I don’t know how unbirthing works, so maybe I’m getting her impulses and other things?
“See ya later, Silvy.” Hildra slapped my ass as I passed and I cooed with a lustful leer down at her. “Whoa, uh, as much as I’d love to go for a tumble right now, I have work to do.” Hildra was flushed and clearly not expecting me to respond like I did, but I did and now my tail is wagging.
“Don’t start something ya can’t finish. Ya, me, my room, ten minutes.” I growled hungrily at her and Hildra gulped before she nodded eagerly and I sashayed out of Bay 2, my cunt dampening the crotch of my shorts. Fuck~ I feel sexy! Is this how Brennie feels all the time when she isn’t stuffed into a suit of armor and having to play the role of the hard-ass jarhead?
Also, for some reason, Hildra and Shekka just click into my kinks all of a sudden! I didn’t care that much for shorties before, but it seems Brennie really has a thing for smaller women. The way Brennie was groping herself as she let her massive six-foot-wide belly fill my womb. That won’t do, with a belly that huge, she can’t reach her pussy. I extended a tendril into her from my womb wall and muffled a groan as I began fucking her inside of my womb.
“Hey, Jane. Oo~ you smell good.” Anno noted when I was passing her by in the hall. “Need some help with that?” Anno’s tail joined mine in wagging in anticipation. Fuck, this sexy slime jackal bitch was always horny too, wasn’t she?
“C’mere. Bring yer sexy ass too.” I wrapped an arm around her thin waist, walking hip-to-hip with the equally bodacious babe and I kissed her on the cheek. “I’m so fucking horny. Hildra is joining us in my quarters in about 8 minutes, so we’d better get there first.” I growled hungrily and Anno quivered in my grasp before she picked up the pace and we nearly jogged to the Bebop, where I hurried us to mine, Luster’s and Rivala’s room.
I couldn’t hold back anymore! I practically tore Anno’s black bodysuit off of her membrane and desperately made out with the sexy bitch as I tumbled with her to the bed. Within me, Brennie bucked against my invading tendril and sent me moaning into an orgasm, which didn’t pump her full due to me not wanting to risk knocking her up further, but did send the tendril thrashing.
“Whoa, did you just-mm~.” Anno’s question was cut off by me burying her face in my ass and I used my slime to shuck off my shorts and grind my puss into her snout. The good girl promptly clasped her white hands to my wide silver hips and I dove down to devour her lucious snatch. This was the scene Hildra arrived to see with me cumming to Anno’s tongue and her doing the same from mine.
“Holy shit, are you bitches in heat? I thought that was why you had to take a quick break with the Argentines.” Hildra tossed off her apron and panties before promptly pushing me off of Anno. Before I could protest, my vision was overtaken by glorious, perfect, purple ass and my snout was shoved into a plump, perfect pussy. “Oh~ that’s a good fuckable face. Anno, bring me that ass! Keep eating!”
Brennie was doing fucking flips inside of me! Guh~! I came, but I powered through the sensation to worship this divine ass and vagina, groping her meaty and perfectly round cheeks as I lapped desperately at her cunt. It took some effort, considering Hildra was definitely a seasoned face-rider, but when she came, she gushed her grool into my mouth and I drank the tangy treat eagerly while I came repeatedly from Anno’s efforts and Brennie’s thrashing.
After I made Hildra cum a few times, I started turning into a puddle of goop from sexual exhaustion and the other two fucked until Anno was like I was. “Ah~. Thanks for that. Back to work for me.” Hildra casually slapped Anno and I’s asses before pulling on her apron and panties before sashaying that godly ass out of the room. Fuck, I see why Brennie likes her.
Speaking of said Belly Pet, she was just sedately gulping down slime from a tendril with her arms and legs pinned against her giant belly while two more sedately wiggled in her vagina and ass with two more pumping her massive milkers for their cream. I’m not sure when I did that, but the way Brennie was moaning and wiggling her ass told me she enjoyed it. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do this if she didn’t want it, not since I care about her.
“Wow, you two just got taken on Hildra’s sexual freight train, huh?” Luster asked when she poked her head in and I joined Anno in gurgling fucked-out affirmatives. “That rask is something else. She’s easily a prime example of the apex of her species. Anyway, I need to speak to you later in cargo hold 10.” My Zerg waifu told me before leaving me to recover.
It took a good number of minutes before Anno and I could fully reform our membranes and we leaned against one another. “Fuck, that woman is incredible.” Anno smiled dopily and I nodded. “I think I may fall in love since we do stuff like that every night, but I want pups and she’s not a herm.” Anno sighed in disappointment and I shrugged.
“Hey, if ya end up loving her, that’s all that matters.” I side-hugged the jackal and she returned the gesture. “Ya good?”
“Yeah. You go see what your mate needs.” Anno smooched me and we both got dressed, splitting up with her heading back out and me going down to the cargo hold. I went to storage room 10 and had to pause at the sight of the mat of fleshy slime spread across the walls and floor that was devouring a pile of metal filings with Zelma standing inside?!
“Zelma? I thought ya were, y’know.” I gestured at Luster, who was using her tri-tendril limbs that started from her thighs like a Maykr-she is using Maykr genes for that! Thanks Brennie for the input. Wait, Brennie can see and hear everything? How does that work? Anyway, she had the magic wings and tendril-legs of a Maykr right now and was daintily hovering over a dozen fleshy eggs that pulsed like they were hearts. Squicky, but also really neat.
“I was, but Queen Luster remade me as her Librarian. I will serve her as Abathur served Queen Kerrigan, as a gene library to assist in the cultivation of her spawn.” The furless green skaven stated. Why was she naked? I mean, both she and Luster are. Is this a no-clothes zone? “Ah, right. The nudity is because any non-living biomatter will be-.”
“My clothes!” I squeaked and watched them dissolve just from being in here!
“Subsumed promptly.” Zelma giggled at the late warning and soon I was pouting at them in the nude. Why my clothes? Why always my clothes? If we didn’t have that clothing fabricator installed, I’d be out of clothes! Shut up Brennie! Cease your laughing at my misfortune! Have a few orgasms for your audacity to mock me! “The Creep leeches biomatter from minerals and uses the minerals such as calcium and iron among others for biological frame construction.”
“Don’t worry though, it won’t harm the Bebop.” Luster chimed in after finally deciding to hover up to me and hug. “Look at them, look at our beautiful children.” Luster eagerly gushed and I didn’t have the heart to say that they were rather gross right now. Wait.
“Hold on, doesn’t that mean Zelma is our daughter now?” I asked and Luster squealed happily as she hugged her Librarian, who eagerly returned the affection.
“Yes! She’s our firstborn daughter! She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?!” Luster proudly said and I could nod at this question with ease. Her glowing orange eyes were definitely from her mother, heh. Despite being furless, Zelma looked pretty much exactly like before with her green skin only interrupted by a Zerg spine, spike or spur now and then, thankfully not in inconvenient places. “You have no idea what this means to me, Jane.”
“I’m sure I do. I didn’t even get to bond with them much…” I wilted as Luster and Zelma hugged me when I thought of my puppies growing up without me. Damn this situation! Brennie wholeheartedly agreed with me and offered commiseration due to her knowing the feeling.

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Ch.30
Ch.30
After I got introduced to Luster’s First Spawn, I went about my day and enjoyed the feeling of my Belly Pet in my womb, regardless if she even did anything. Just having her there felt profoundly comforting. I did my rounds on the Bebop, idly rubbing my stomach when I thought nobody was looking and occasionally taking a break in a hidden spot to masturbate from how my pet worked me up. I’m surprised at how good I’ve gotten at playing with my pussy.
It wasn’t until it was nearing dinnertime when the Argentines returned with hardlight cages full of active scrap droids and a few hardlight bubbles with full gray goo colonies pressing their simulated huge tits against their confines. None of them have Souls, which saddened me. I knew it was true, but it felt wrong to see such potential, yet it was not achieving it.
However… “Hey…” I looked from the gray goo I approached and then followed the tiny thread of a Soul in the direction of Novahome. “It has no soul itself, but it’s connected to one, if so miniscule it’s thinner than a gossamer thread.” I carefully ran my finger on the frail thing.
“Ma’am, if you have the power to give these things sentience-.” I held up a hand to stop Helvex’s sentence.
“No, that’s not right. These are just vessels. They’ve tried and failed to...I need to go to Novahome and find the source. My sense of Freedom has latched onto a frightening truth. People are trapped and they tried to use the goo to escape, but failed.” I looked at the threads and then sprinted over to Bay 2. “Anno! Anno, you’re connected to this, if barely, were there any secrets you were seeking at Novahome?”
“Huh? Well, there is the fabled Deck 13, which was impossible to reach since all elevators were forced to skip it even if the button was pressed. I had a supposed key I bought off of Aurora shortly before you Surprise Adopted me that-yip!” I hoisted the sexy bitch over my head and started running back to Bay 1. “H-hey! Wait! We still-!”
“Lives are at stake, Anno! Do au have the key?” I demanded urgently as I took us towards the lift up to the motor pool, where Vinnie was waiting for us oddly enough with a manic grin on her face. Along with her and Brennie’s retinues. Brennie was kicking her legs happily inside of me.
“Yeah, it’s in my inventory. As fun as it is to somehow be carried by my ass, can you please put me down?” Anno huffed in amusement and I set her on her paws. “Thank you, now, let me get my gear on.” Anno unzipped her black bodysuit enough to retrieve her shield belt, blaster pistol and an actual physical key. I remember seeing the elevators had a manual key slot.
“So, there’s where Brennie decided to go.” Vinnie snickered and patted my stomach, making me grin in an equally manic way. “Careful, you might turn into a Madgoddess.”
“Would that be so bad? Cause agony is no reward, for one more hit and one last score-!”
“Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord~!” Vinnie and I chorused together and tittered like ninnies. Even the other Argentines applauded us for that one note. Of course they would be into that sort of music. Nice~! That’s one of my favorites, especially since Freedom is in the chant.
“Oh thank gosh, I need someone I can go nuts with. Keep cultivating the seed of madness.” Vinnie kissed me and I moaned into her mouth, but the passionate moment was ended by strong hands pulling us out of the elevator once we reached the motor pool. I jumped on a swoop bike with Vinnie wrapping her arms around my waist and we took off towards Novahome.
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“My gosh.” Jim hissed in disgust at the sight of UnSC ships bombarding the more-than-likely innocent planet of Zelus just because someone found something they wanted or feared.
“Don’t worry, Ensign Hawkins. You won’t be participating in the purge.” Commander Arrow stated, since while Amelia would be commanding the Legacy from the bridge, Arrow was Jim’s mission control. Arrow, while a consummate professional, was loyal to Amelia first and last. They’d been together since their careers started and Arrow would die for her.
“Good, because I’m not a murderer.” Jim muttered to himself as he prepared to get into the Ball (https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/RB-79_Ball), the most rudimentary mobile craft intended for minor maintenance duty with a single high-caliber anti-armor gun loaded with HE shells for destroying nearby space debris or asteroids endangering maintenance work in space. This model was actually intended as an orbital drop pod capable of limited atmospheric flight and able to return to space from a stop.
It was these two features that made it perfect as a shock-trooper’s drop-pod since it could take the impact and fly again 9 times out of 10. Reusable drop-pods saved money. “Remember, have no technology on you when approaching Doctor Doppler’s outpost.” Arrow reminded Jim as he prepared to close the hatch. He nodded in confirmation and sealed himself in.
He watched the countdown and then braced, clenching his anus before the force of the launch from the Legacy pushed him into his harness with enough force that an untrained or weaker person would have snapped their necks, restraints and seating be damned. The rapid descent towards the besieged planet was exhilarating and terrifying, but Jim grit his teeth and reminded himself that Amelia was counting on him, even if it was for her ex.
From how she described him, he was a great guy. Shame his head was in the clouds too much for Amelia to have stayed with him. Even if he cherished what he had with her, he wouldn’t begrudge that someone else brought her enough happiness that she almost married him. His musings were enough that when the Ball broke the atmosphere, he only faintly noted the increase of interior temperature.
Seeing the ground rapidly approaching, he activated the slowdown protocol and the thrusters fired, taking him from terminal velocity down to near-terminal in time to impact the tropical jungle. Jim thanked his powerful Changeling Behemoth physiology that this only rattled him instead of hurting him. He checked his omni-tool’s map before nodding and willed his left arm to transform into slime, allowing him to remove his omni-tool implant.
When they said no tech, he assumed no tech, not even cybernetic implants. Thank goodness he only had his omni. He pushed it into his trousers to be safe in his Inventory before he freed himself from the harness and then opened the hatch. The humid air smacked into him and the oppressive heat made him quickly unzip his bodysuit to wrap the arms around his waist so his elytra could open and his wings could vent the rapidly building body heat.
He rushed through the jungle in the direction he memorized from the map and had to briefly freeze at the sight of a dilapidated heavy mech-suit that turned towards him. Inside was nothing but bones, but it seemed the pilot of the ancient and outdated machine left the suit on autopilot. After observing him for a few moments, it went back to turning the torso on the pintle mount connecting it to the reverse-jointed legs.
Jim took that to mean he passed whatever scans the ancient armor did and he cautiously stepped past, noting the few UnSC personnel nearby that were butchered by the heavy weaponry this thing had in place of arms. Slug-throwers. So archaic. These men and women may be assaulting an innocent planet, but some of them died slowly. Nobody deserves that.
Jim continued on his way, keeping the location of the mech-suit in mind. Thankfully that seemed to be the only one on the direct path between the Ball and the good doctor’s outpost. Jim hurried into the encampment and brought his omni-tool implant back out, turning his left arm to slime and implanting it so he could track the doctor’s rescue beacon. Seriously, 696.9? Amelia had it bad for this guy.
Feeling nervous to meet his lover’s ex, he entered the most unassuming fast-built building and went to the frankly obvious ‘hidden’ hatch in the floor. It was time to meet the good doctor.
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“Oof, calm down in there.” I grunted as I rubbed my stomach. Brennie was excited and we were about to troop up the main entrance ramp of Novahome when she started wriggling and even rubbed my womb walls with her restrained hands.
“Is she becoming excited?” Vinnie giggled as she and their retinue followed me. The four Argentine warriors kept up with us, but managed to stay hidden from sight. As to how; Brennie’s guards were carried by Vinnie’s own since they were the fastest while Hunter’s had stealth technology that could be extended to nearby allies, along with X-Ray. And yes, the other Doom Marines came along, good thing too.
“Yeh. Fuck, if she keeps this up I’m gonna soak my shorts again.” I grunted and checked that my shield belt was on and my right limbs had their exo-armor in place. I’m too used to fighting with them on, if I go without, I might overcompensate and trip up.
“Out of all of us, Brennie gets the most enjoyment out of conflict as the Goddess of War of Devorak. As much as she’d like to be here and participating, I bet being a voyeur of watching you fight is getting her even more excited since you’re her new mate.” Hunter stated and I felt my face split in another manic grin. “You’re definitely taking after Vinnie.”
“Duh, she incubated in my womb for nearly seven months. I’d be surprised if she didn’t pick up any traits from me. What makes it better is I’m Gold and she’s Silver. It was practically meant to be.” Vinnie side-hugged me and I wanted nothing more than to kiss this beautiful bitch, but we were already entering the overcrowded ground deck of Novahome.
“I’d luv to do that again, mum.” I winked at her and led the way through the crowds to the ‘broken’ elevator that Anno pointed out.
“This is the one. Aurora said she heard that it works, but only with the key in, so it’ll make it more convenient than trying to muscle people out of a crowded car only for us to use.” Anno said while we piled in. She retrieved the inch-thick key from her cleavage and slotted it into the panel with an audible grinding thunk before she grunted and struggled to turn it. “A little help from a strong person, please?” Helvex casually helped her turn the key. “Thanks.”
The elevator buttons lit up and I pressed the button for Deck 13. The car’s doors closed and it rattled on the way up. “Y’know, I wonder why these lifts don’t have elevator music.” Vinnie commented and I joined her in smiling evilly while the others groaned at the mention of the evil that is muzak while Brennie kicked angrily at my front and I grunted in pleasure.
When we neared the deck, Pillar’s guards prepared hardlight shields in front of us. This was a good move, since the moment the doors screeched open, blaster fire buffeted them! I couldn’t even see what was going on through the flashing lights as the Defenders pushed forward into the hall. They stopped at an intersection and then deployed some sort of collapsible stationary hardlight wall so they could let their own portable units cool down.
“Droids! Dozens of them packing the halls wall-to-wall!” One of them shouted over the blaster fire. “We’ll need your specialty, Gunners!”
“Make way!” Collateral and his guys came up with heavy weaponry in each hand while the others gestured for us to get low, the Defenders doing the same up front with one ready to turn off the stationary hardlight wall while the Gunners prepared their heavy weapons ranging from rapid-fire heavy Chainguns to plasma grenade launchers. Slug-throwers? Those are so-.
Once it went down, the Defenders deployed their portable shields sideways and low, leaving the Gunners and Collateral with their upper bodies exposed and ready. The hallways were lit with the muzzle flashes of their firepower and the droids were sundered by the hail of bullets or slagged by the superheated plasma launched downrange.
Okay, that was impressive. My loins are now drenched with my grool from how much Brennie is fucking turned on and turning me on by proxy. “I thought slug-throwers were only still valid as mobile suit or ship-to-ship weaponry.” I breathed, unashamed of how much of a hot mess I must look. “Fuck that was hot. Anyway, what model are they?”
“The guns or the scrap we just put down?” Collateral asked cheekily and I puffed my cheeks in a pout up at him. “The droids aren’t a model we’re familiar with, but it looks like they improved the B2 battle droid model by adding a shoulder-mounted chain-blaster and replacing the wrist blaster with more rockets while adding a standard blaster on the other hand. If they weren’t stuck in a holding action packed together like sardines, they would’ve been more fun of a fight.”
“Oh, the B4. That model isn’t as popular as the B1 and B2 since it’s more expensive, but you’ll find them as shock troops in Gov deployments.” I informed them as we approached the junked droids. Some were still trying to move, but the Crusaders just curbstomped them so easily, they didn’t bother to use their weapons and the others saved their ammo.
“It felt as if they were trying to mimic us.” Hunter noted as I compared them with these droids and from the looks of it, yeah. From what we have learned from the Argentines, these guys are walking fucking arsenals and I’m getting horny! Fuck~! Brennie, not now! I can’t masturbate!
“Oh, then they were B5s, even more expensive. Who the fuck sponsored the Nova that they could set this many B5s on guard duty for a single deck?” I rubbed my lower stomach with my free unarmored hand, fighting the urge to dive my hand into my wet shorts to frig myself.
“A long-defunct Corp that went by Bell-Isle/Grunmann. I was briefed on this by Steele Tech before arriving because they wanted to find any long-lost corporate caches. It looks like this is definitely one if it has B5s protecting it.” Anno informed us as we continued through the deck, which was irritatingly sealed off at nearly every door, but we needed to secure the deck before opening more cans of worms. “Hold on, this one’s the armory.” Oh~ new toys? Nevermind.
“Let’s see if we can’t get this one open.” Helvex said as he and Ionyx went up to the blast doors, grabbing at the edges and began prying it open through pure strength. I rolled my eyes and went to the console next to it, I plugged my omni-tool into it and with a quick upload of a hacking program, the door shot open, sending the two to the floor. “Aw. Why’d you do that?”
“Wave your dicks later, I’m horny enough as it is.” I grumbled and entered the armory. “Uh...whoa...motherload.” I salivated and when the others entered, they paused too. “Everyone, I need to masturbate, let me have some privacy.” I hurried into the droid filled armory and heard some snickering. Fuck shame! I’m horny as hell from Brennie drooling over all this hardware!
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Jim was actually fairly surprised. He liked Delbert a lot! He’s a great guy, funny, quirky, adorkable. If he was into guys when not a woman, Jim might actually have wanted to date him. He could see why Amelia almost married him. Still… “You are a madman.” Jim chuckled nervously as he carried two of the three fleshy pulsing eggs, without anything between him and the potential biohazard that were Zerg eggs.
“I am a scientist. I refuse to allow vital data to be lost because of greed, Corruption or what-have-you. I will die before I let the UnSC keep this find for themselves or smash it in fear.” Delbert, a humble hound of a diamond dog with tan fur, stated as he carried the third egg against his chest. They had nothing besides the clothes on their backs to hopefully avoid triggering any of the unearthed Terran mech-suits from assaulting them.
He was also panting to vent body heat with his tongue while Jim was still keeping his wings open. Whoever thought the hot tropical jungle-world Zerus was perfect for habitation for anything not acclimated to such intense humidity and heat were delusional! They rounded the suit that Jim remembered was between them and the Ball, but they sprinted when they heard gunfire!
It wasn’t aimed at them, meaning someone was near! Jim led Delbert to the Ball and froze at the B1 droids painted with UnSC insignias standing guard! “Halt-!” Jim leaped at them, the basic droids not fast enough to fire before he was upon them. His wing-empowered leap allowed him to land on the shoulders of the first droid and crush its spindly frame before he spin-kicked the other in half at the waist.
“Get in!” Jim rasped urgently at Delbert and the doctor climbed in before Jim put the eggs in too.
“What are you doing?! I’m not trained in how to-?!” Jim pressed the needed buttons and pulled his arm out as the door started to close. “Jim-!” The hatch sealed and Jim jumped away before the Ball launched into the sky to be retrieved at the pre-prepared coordinates.
Jim promptly transformed into a native breed of giant insect and he flew away from the site in a hurry. He had to reach the backup pickup point and hope that UnSC units hadn't already canvassed the area when it was opposite the nearest settlement and well away from Delbert’s outpost. If not for those eggs, Jim would have squeezed in with the archeologist.
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After I frigged myself to orgasm quickly thanks to Brennie urging me from my womb, I put on fresh shorts and rejoined the others near the entrance. “So, sorry about that. What have we got?” I asked them as I panned my gaze over the packed armory that had rows of lines of droids. From B1s with different color-coding stripes on them to B5s and IG units, this was enough droids to assault a small city!
“This is only one room. Bell-Isle/Grunmann apparently packed the Nova with an army of droids big enough to wipe out the natives of Tarkus. Thankfully, whoever the captain was, they defied their orders to deploy them and wipe out the native Sydians. Also thankfully, the Corp went bankrupt shortly after because of poor management. So that’s why there aren’t more megacities here.” Anno informed me and I huffed in disgust.
“Well, their mismanagement is our windfall. We’ve got a droid army! Fuck me Vinnie!” I clapped my hands over my muzzle in utter horror before I felt my body move without me. “B-Brennie? How-whoa. Uh, Vinnie? I think I get why being a Belly Pet influenced her so much.” Hey! That’s my mouth! “Sis, I’m piloting Jane like I’m her Core! This is so neat!” Yeah, it is, I like it...whatever, I’m not gonna fight it. At least the arousal is decreasing.
“Neat.” Vinnie giggled as she came up and slapped my-our ass.
“What I have to ask myself is if this means that I’m technically pregnant with myself…” Brennie mused and I had to ponder that too. Preg-ception! “Anyway, let's keep going. We need to find the source of the soul threads-whoa. I can see them. They’re everywhere.” Yeah, this close to the source of them, it’s kinda like going to the center of a spiderweb.
“Now that you mention it, yeah. They’re everywhere.” Vinnie nodded her head since she, too, can see them idly wandering around us at varying speeds. “If we follow them all towards where they’re converging, we’ll find the source.” Vinnie groped our ass and purred into our ear. “You sexy bitches, let’s get this done so I can do what you asked me to.” Oh~ yes!
“This way!” Brennie chirped and we led the group down the halls towards the bow of the Nova. It seemed all of the active droids had responded to the only elevator attempting to open on Deck 13, since there was no more resistance. However, the floor gradually became more flooded with gray, slime-like nanobots. “Watch your step, this stuff’s slick.” My gooey paws nearly matched the tone of the nanobot slurry, so it was a bit hard to tell where my paws were going. “Yip!”
“You look like you’re having some trouble there.” Vinnie teased us after she put us into a bridal carry. “Pillar, carry us.” Nodding his head, Pillar used his Gravity powers to lift us and float us above the floor. “So, sis, how is it being made of slime?”
“Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t done anything my body isn’t usually able to, besides fucking myself inside my own womb. It’s so weird, I’ve orgasmed several times yet despite the pleasure, my mind is clear here in Jane’s place.” Yeah, that’s weird. I’m getting off too, but it’s not crippling.
“That’s because you’ve detached your souls a bit to synchronize on this level. Some sensations of the body are perceivable, but can be ignored on many levels.” Vinnie informed us and I had to agree with her input. “Anyway, put us down carefully, Pillar. I think we’re here.”
With those words, before we could be set down, the doors opened to dump a flood of goo…

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Ch.31
Ch.31
We waded into what must have been a secret bridge of the Nova and saw a single short gray goo who looked like a Gabliani in simulated goo-clothes, giving her the look of a uniboob in her faux military style uniform shirt and her all-business uniform slacks. “Stop right there! What are your intentions?!” The four-foot tall gray pointy-eared gab gal demanded authoritatively.
“Sis, give Jane control.” Vinnie whispered and I could feel control of my body return to me.
“Thanks, Brennie. Ahem, we are here to find the source of the gray goo and see if we could help the souls we detect are trapped here.” I responded with my blaster on my hip and my hands raised non-threateningly.
“You...want to help? How did you detect souls?” The woman calmed a bit, but was still wary.
“Sis and her new mate both have the ability to detect souls. We followed the threads here after Jane saw them leading here from some gray goo we had captured.” Hunter informed the sapient swarm of nanobots that indeed had a single soul in full control of it being boosted by hundreds of soul threads leading from the console of the bridge to her as well.
“Magic? As much as my species detests resorting to it, we’ll do anything if it’ll save us. Please. I am Captain Morrow. Or, I was. I was in charge of the Tarkus Colonization Effort launched by Bell-Isle/Grunmann. When I refused to deploy the army of droids I wasn’t informed about until we’d nearly arrived, Deck 13 was sealed and we were gassed. I, along with all 876 members of the crew on Deck 13, survived by dumping our minds into the experimental medical nanobot hivemind system. However, the nanobots are not sophisticated enough to handle the processing power of more than one of us...me.” Morrow told us with remorse and depression.
“Your kind hates magic?” Vinnie questioned with a raised brow. From what I understand, she’s the most magically powerful out of all of her siblings.
“Hate is a strong word, clinical dislike is more accurate. I won’t get too into it, but while magic operates on rules, these rules can be bent or broken seemingly at random. Unlike with science, such things take immense effort and time to change. However, because of that, with full cognitive function limited to Deck 13 to a single entity, we have been unable to resolve our situation.” Morrow slid along the slime to the console like a T-posing game npc and I shivered.
“Who was your boss?” Hunter questioned the captain as she sat in a chair and typed away at the surprisingly pristine console.
“What does that fucking matter? Since no reclamation crew came, they obviously fucked themselves over shortly after we arrived. I was going to retire on this planet, some fucking severance package.” Morrow snarled and then turned back around. “So, since I can’t be cognizant beyond Deck 13, any outside resources would be appreciated.”
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“Marcus, I feel like I fucked up.” Rex confided with his brother, who was still none too happy with him for the stunt he pulled on their parents.
“Oh, really? Well, no shit Einstein.” Marcus snided his disapproval. Ever since they had that talk about how the Argentines abandoned the Empire, Marcus has been outright ignoring him, giving him harsh glares of disappointment whenever they met up.
“Dude, I get it! Even though I was right and our parents took it pretty well, I did it in the most disrespectful way!” Rex groaned as he pushed his face into his hands.
“On top of the fact that fama is a God. She could’ve usurped you on the spot, but didn’t. Be thankful that she can still show mercy.” Marcus stated with a scoff. Honestly, Marcus was just glad that Brennie didn’t smite Rex where he sat during that literal dressing-down.
“Mercy?! She’s probably thinking about how she’ll punish me as payback!” Rex shouted in despair as thousands of scenarios played through his mind, all of them ending badly for him. His status and position of power be damned! The Marines never cared about that shit! “Fucking dammit! Why do we all keep forgetting how powerful she really is?!”
“Because she doesn’t use her power to the fullest. Honestly, I’m not even sure how strong she has become.” Marcus sighed since he couldn’t recall the last time he saw his fama, Brennie, at her full might. All they knew was that she render them obsolete at her maximum power. “Who knows, maybe she’ll kill you with kindness?”
“That’s even worse!” Rex cried in dismay.
“It’s your only chance of survival. You should work on your apology, because she’s already got hers sorted out.” Marcus told him before leaving Rex’s office. The last thing he heard before closing the door was his brother’s whimpering. Marcus rolled his eyes as he went about his day making his rounds through the various high offices of the Argentine military at the palace. “Would it have made a difference if we’d stayed and ruled the Empire alongside mother and the others? Or made it all the more easier for those traitors to manipulate us too?”
After all, if Auntie Urta could be easily swayed to commit horrible acts through subtle psychic manipulation, who’s to say the Argentines will fare better than the Imperials? He’d rather not dwell on that or the fresh psychological damage aunt Urta would have upon that reveal.
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Jim had never transformed into this creature outside of practicing in case of this event. He was exhausted, but because the large feral dog sized dragonfly-like creature he was pretending to be was a native predator, so long as he stayed away from people he should be fine. That said, he almost shifted back to normal right away when he landed at the second evac location.
Once he reached the outmoded and abandoned sewage treatment plant. He crawled along the ground on his six legs and then hid in a burrow that was formerly a pipe with a crude chalk marking. Once inside of the deceptively larger burrow, he changed into his true form and sighed in relief, even if he was hunched on the floor. At least the fecal matter was petrified and he could easily wash it off later. At least it wasn’t reeking.
He retrieved another covert beacon from his pants and activated it so Commander Arrow could send a Ball to retrieve him. Jim just hoped that nothing interfered with Delbert’s Ball and that he would be intercepted by Amelia’s loyal team to escort him back to the Legacy since the rest of the UnSC fleet was occupied with slaughtering the colonists.
To think that monsters like this rule the Three Galaxies. He’s a god now, right? Shouldn’t he be able to do something about this? War told him that no, no he couldn’t, not even with Power on his side. He was just one changeling, one person. He couldn’t stop this. If he exposed himself as a ‘traitor’ all it would do is get him and those he cared about killed.
The impact of his retrieval Ball brought him out of his remorseful state and he transformed back into the dragonfly/dog to crawl back out. His vision didn’t catch anything, nor did his olfactory senses. He flew directly at the Ball and the moment he was inside, he changed back and activated its automated retrieval function. He thought that any moment, the game would be up, that his craft would be destroyed and him with it.
However, when he returned to the Legacy unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and promptly went to his shared quarters with Amelia for a long shower.
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It was fairly easy to talk Vonee, Morrow’s first name, into accepting our help in arranging to have advanced droid brains provided to act as cores for the gray goo so that she and her hundreds of crew members could regain their independence. She even declared she’d service us if she had to, but we told her that she didn’t need to trade sexual favors for help when she clearly needs it.
However, aside from the combat droids we just found, we didn’t have such advanced processing power. However, those droids weren’t exactly the best option either, so we told her to have some patience. Anno was sure she could get a shipment of droid brains of adequate processing power delivered within a few days and then she and Shekka, who was more skilled on the programming end of things than Hildra, could ensure they were fully functioning.
Vonee was fine with waiting a little longer, what’s a few days to several hundred years? This whole turn of events filled me with such profound relief and satisfaction that I about passed out after we returned to base and I plopped my shorts-clad ass on the couch in the Bebop’s common room. “Fuck...we did something good today. Let’s hope Anno delivers.”
“Indeed.” Vinnie sat down and cuddled up next to me. It was just us with the others deciding to keep occupied with helping HK’s crew process the captured droids from earlier.
“This also means that the gray goo are off the table fer making money, but I’d rather free those poor people than leave them trapped as remote processors fer the goo wandering around.” I snuggled up against her before I suddenly felt my body taken away from my control. Hm, normally I’m against anything like this, but it’s Brennie, so...whatever. “Damn straight.”
“You’re such a needy broodslut. Show me that belly~.” Vinnie purred and our belly grew out. She started planting kisses along its surface as it expanded, already achieving the size of a yoga ball and it kept going~. Fuck, when have I been a belly babe? So much self-discovery.
“Mm~. Considering I’ve been cumming every few minutes for hours, I think it’s only fair that Jane gets to feel even a smidge of what she’s been doing to me. Just look at how enormous she’s made me~.” Brennie cooed from my lips as my womb reached the size of six feet wide and was now resting on the floor with my legs spread around it while Brennie rubbed my sides with my hands and Vinnie kept kissing it. Uhn~! “She’s been feeding me nonstop and pumping my pussy and ass with her slime while I’ve just been taking it in like a good broodslut~.”
W-what?! I thought I wasn’t! Guh! No! Stop! Not the-! *Crash!* Coffee table...Jet’s gonna have my ass! Oh~, it feels so good~! “Oh my gosh, you’re so huge you crushed the coffee table.” Vinnie panted and hugged my 8-foot wide belly while my tits were pushed into my face and the couch started moving back from my growing swell. I forced myself to stop filling the endlessly thirsty broodslut named Brennie and she moaned from my lips with relieved disappointment.
Still though, my belly soon surged forth to being 14 feet across and began sandwiching between the ceiling and floor before it stopped, pinning my body to the sofa against the back wall as Vinnie worshiped it. Ahn~! I-I came! Just letting my body swell and turn into a bubble full of my future waifu’s sexy body made me get off! I started reclaiming the slime I’d pumped up her pussy since that wasn’t cum anyway and the eggs can’t use that.
My belly slowly shrank down to being only 8 feet across, most of it all Brennie’s own 6-foot belly. Woof, Brennie is a big girl right now. “Aw, she reclaimed most of the slime she stuffed me with. Oh well. Being her Belly Pet is still orgasmic.” Brennie leaned forward and kissed the top of my overinflated womb, ironically kissing herself, I guess.
“I bet. I’d join you in such glory, but it’ll have to wait.” Vinnie told us and we both whined in dismay. I want her as a Belly Pet alongside Brennie~. “By the way, Hildra and Shekka are high off their tits about our Slug-thrower weapons when they saw footage. Collateral had to give them a Chaingun or else they’d pry it off of one of us.” She snickered and I rolled my eyes.
“Well, they only examined my armor and body. Never bothered with my weapons.” Brennie stated truthfully. Looking back through her memories, all those two were interested in was her cybertronian biology and armor, never once asking about her guns or melee weapons. She’s even more sexy when getting up close and personal~! Such passion. “Ah, Jane~!”
My belly surged when I impulsively stuffed slime up her cooch and she panted when I reclaimed it sheepishly. I poked her spirit to hint that I want to speak and I felt my mouth return to me. “O-okay. This is too much. Too much. I’m going crazy. Please get out of me~.” I begged and whined, completely unaware of how to get her out of me. I mean, there’s the obvious answer, but I’m a slime! How did I just engulf her before? I’ve only been doing this on instinct!
“Oh~. How about we do this the fun way, since we’re free until tomorrow?” Vinnie licked her chops and unbuttoned her shorts before zipping the fly all the way down her crotch. “Get inside of me, you sexy bitches.” Brennie and I whimpered needily together and I shrunk down before the ravenous Jolteon-like bitch grabbed my snout and shoved us into her snatch.
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Jim felt so raw. This farce they’re forced to assist in wasn’t justified or in any way forgivable. His three ghostly companions, who had thankfully remained quiet and allowed him to focus on his sortie, were now tenderly massaging him in concern since Amelia was stuck playing her role as the commanding officer of the Legacy. “It never gets better, but it sadly gets easier.” Urta intoned sadly as she massaged one shoulder with Penny working the other.
“I don’t know if I want to experience it getting easier. As soon as possible, I want you to have your Aspects back, okay?” Jim sighed and tried to let the powerful twins help rub through his hard-as-hell chitin and soothe his aching muscles. Holding an unfamiliar transformation for any length of time was strenuous to a changeling. Doing so while performing arduous tasks? Worse.
“Hey, if you’re offering take-backsies, sure, but only after you no longer need them.” Penny said and Jim sighed in relief as Midna worked her weak, by his standards, hands in the frogs of his hooves. That was one thing between ponies and changelings that was fully the same. Their hooves were keratin with exposed flesh inside the hoof to distribute the pressure evenly.
“Hey, ya good big lad?” Jim looked to see Jane, but different. She seemed oddly more potent in presence than before despite not looking any different. “Ya look rough, Jimbo. What’s wrong?” The silver specter crawled onto his bed and began holding his hand with a concerned look. Fuck, why did he taste a hint of Love? At least the other three had it platonic, not romantic.
“He’s going through the existential crisis of being a God of War and realizing that he’s not all Powerful despite having Power. I went through it enough times to sometimes throw myself into Fertility so hard that I barely had two brain cells at times.” Urta answered the silver slime wolf before she opened his elytra to massage the sensitive area underneath to his relief.
“That and the fact that he can’t do anything about the UnSC bombarding the innocent colony of Zerus just because a scientist found something they either feared or wanted.” Penny informed her and the wolfess looked incandescently furious, literally, but then she deflated and dulled.
“Yeah. Now that I know about it, I can feel it. All those people, dying left and right, terrified and utterly, desperately innocent. This needs to stop. This isn’t the first or last time this has happened and will happen again. We can’t stop this now, but I’m going to, no matter what it takes so long as I don’t betray my morals.” Jane scooted onto his lap and kissed him gently.
Jim groaned into her lips and would’ve grabbed at her if Urta and Penny weren’t suddenly holding his hands. Before he could get horny, Jane vanished, leaving him feeling oddly lonely despite his wonderful company. “Jane...it felt like she wasn’t alone when she arrived.”
“Yeah. Our wife, Brennie, was mixed with her. Whatever kind of goddess she is, she synergizes so well with the Argentines that we may have to wrestle attention away from her whenever our poor, separated family gets back together.” Urta said before Amelia trudged tiredly in. “There’s your waifu, stud, cuddle her. She needs it.” Jim obeyed promptly, his lover needed some TLC.
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“So they’re both in your womb now?” Jet sighed in resignation at dinner as Vinnie nommed on her third pizza. Not a slice, her third whole pizza. She was eating for 23 after all. “We may as well have a system going, where the off-duty people rest in the wombs of the on-duty ladies.” Jet’s sarcastic joke was met with considering looks around the galley. “Oh no…”
“It sounds fucking hot. I call dibs on Anno!” Shekka declared and the white jackal slime giggled.
“I’m already pregnant with eggs that Luster is modifying daily, I’ll pass until I’m empty next week.” Hildra said and Jet buried his face on the table while Eris rubbed his back.
“Let’s hope Brennie didn’t hear that. She’s more about business before pleasure, but if she could have an excuse to mix the two…” Collateral nervously chuckled while the other Argentines nodded.
“In all honesty, I want her to be happy and relaxed. Let someone else pick up the slack so she doesn’t have to worry.” Helvex admitted with Ionyx nodding in agreement. “I’m grateful for all she has done for our people, don’t get me wrong. However, she hasn’t had that big of a break. None of you really had.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Hunter scratched the back of his head since he couldn’t remember the last time he or any of his siblings, took a proper vacation. All those other times they did ended rather quickly because of one thing or another that interrupted it.
“The biggest irony is that Paradise originally existed for that reason. We just...never took full advantage of it.” Vinnie said after she finished nomming the last of her third pizza.
“No, but the Trinity tends to kidnap you and Brennie to that place.” Collateral pointed out.
“For the stated reasons of getting them to enjoy themselves. You all could’ve gone too, but, y’know, you’re all workaholics and these two were just the easiest to get to unwind with their similar desires.” Eris patted Vinnie’s term-with-quads belly fondly. “It’s not just for that. I mean, it is for that, but it’s got anything you could want, even war games with non-lethal combat.” Eris sighed wistfully. “As soon as the seal is broken and our family is free, I want nothing to do with it for a while. It’s been Tainted by these monsters who stole our home from us.”
“Hey, hey. Don’t focus on negative energy. Breathe it out and let in positive chakras.” Jet gently rubbed her back and Eris smiled warmly at the formerly middle-aged cyborg. “However soiled Paradise has become, remember, bad things can always be changed, if not changed, then introduce something good to it. This will pass, given time, but only you can make that change.”
“I wish we had someone half as wise as you back in the day.” Eris gently smooched his cheek.
“Well spoken.” Pillar stated with a kind smile. “Fair enough. To us, Paradise was just an irresponsible way to avoid or ignore obligations. I suppose, if we didn’t allow its enticing nature to keep us past our reasonable needs, then it would be a good place instead of a bad one.”
“Damn fucking straight you tight-assed-! Woop! Uh...sorry. I guess with Jane in there too, Brennie can pilot my body without using the actual access hatch.” Vinnie blushed and then shuddered. “Oh no~. Jane has found my manual control access hatch. Whatever shall I do~?” Vinnie smirked naughtily, only to pout at something. “Spoilsport. When Urta and Penny did that to Nora and Yola, it seemed silly and fun. Well, that’s a double standard, do it you little bitch!”
“Who is talking right now?” Spike asked in confusion while Faye finished her food and left, clearly done with the day even though she had seemed to disappear for a while.
“Me, twinkletoes. Jane’s being all finicky about taking control of Vinnie’s body when I did the same to her not long ago and she has issues with doing it when she doesn’t mind having it done to her.” Vinnie’s voice said with Brennie’s aggressive tone and inflections. “Fuck it, I’m going to bed, Jane’s being flakey.” Vinnie sighed and grabbed the last pizza box. “Sorry, Brennie doesn’t like hypocrites.” Vinnie paused and then slapped her belly. “Fuck you! Nobody calls me that!”
“Oh, boy. It’s hard enough when Vinnie is in a manic mood, now there’s three of them in her body.” Hunter joked and the Jolteon-like woman stuck her tongue out at him childishly. “Case in point, that could be any of them. I can’t pick out who is who with three of them in there.”
“That just means there’s three times the sexiest bitch in the room. Now, are you all done with your crusts?” The faux-pregnant woman asked with a hungry lick of her chops.

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Ch.32
Ch.32
“Oh~.” Brennie moaned since she was being scanned by Hildra and Shekka. Silver and the others were on the mission to parley on the Folly, thus it was considered dangerous for her due to the fact that the Gruss can only fit silver’s Zaku Warrior. She complied without a fuss, she didn’t want to endanger the changeling eggs. Plus, it was fun with the sexy rask bitches.
“Such a wonderful broodmother.” Shekka complimented as she measured her swollen belly that had become slightly over 6 feet wide at the largest. “It looks like you’ve gained some weight. Did Silver stuff you with some of her slime or are the eggs growing bigger inside of you?”
“And look at this juicy pussy~.” Hildra purred as she rubbed her sensor-gloved hands on Brennie’s plump, sopping wet cunt. “Fuck, no man will be able to resist sticking their dicks in this. She’ll be pumped full of babies in no time. How many can you take simultaneously~?” She licked her lips while eying the dracowolf’s clitorus that looked so inviting.
“Mm~. Y-yeah, she did. She took it back afterward, so maybe it’s the eggs getting bigger since she didn’t pump any goo-cum in me. Uhn~...” Brennie groaned when Hildra thoroughly ran her fingers against her clit as she hovered in the air from the gravity suspension she was floating in. “A-as for weight, I can’t gain it like organic-fuck-creatures. I’ll never be f-fat-oh god just fuck me.”
“I’m about to shove my arm up your twat, so be ready for that.” Hildra chuckled and then promptly did so, sending Brennie howling in orgasm and thrashing fruitlessly in midair. “Oof! Tight vag you got here. If I don’t get my hand on every surface, I won’t get a full scan, so bear with it.” Hildra said in a mix of clinical and mischievous tones as she twisted and writhed her hand in Brennie’s birth canal, making the dracowolf cybertronian shriek in a chain of orgasms.
“She is very receptive~.” Shekka purred as she gave Brennie belly rubs, before climbing up her belly to grope her tits and share a passionate kiss with the pregnant bitch. “*smooch* You’re beautiful in ways we’ve never seen. I only hope we can achieve a shadow of your brilliance with our creations based on what we learn from you.”
“T-Thank you~.” Brennie panted as she nuzzled at Shekka’s stomach and kissed it. “I wish you could have eggs and feel this too.” The red rask smiled sadly and pet Brennie’s scalp.
“I will one day, thanks to Luster Dawn’s work with Hildra. We just have to see how her runts turn out and then apply those gene grafts to me or something. I’m not a bio-scientist, I fix shit.” Shekka then opened Brennie’s mouth and started running her gloved hands inside it. “Now, I hope you don’t have a gag reflex, we’re being extra invasive today.”
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The Moondast Gruss is pretty savage. Unlike the Bebop which has a lived-in and homey feel to the interior, Gruss feels somewhere between that overused rental you had to settle for or a used ship you were desperate enough to buy. Considering she used to be a pile of scrap not a month ago at Hildra’s admission, that was fairly impressive. She’ll only get better with time.
Despite having the tonnage and space of a light frigate, making her bigger than the Bebop, most of that was improvised storage space. She featured a half-galley shared with a public bathing room so you could eat and soak in a tub if you wanted, but had no privacy. Several double-bunk closets instead of full rooms, then a cargo/hangar bay only big enough to squeeze one MS in.
Well, one mobile and Jet’s lent Hammerhead. We needed to borrow it for boarding purposes, since the Gruss doesn’t have a convenient umbilical docking port, something Hildra said she’d address after the Gruss was back at home base.
All of these negatives aside, the Gruss was a mean machine. Her thrusters made Bebop feel like the bargain lot ship she sadly was. She handled like an oversized fighter rather than a frigate and her weapon systems were rather excessive for a ship her size. She had twin dreadnought-class railguns for fuck’s sake! That was just her main armament. She had two turbolaser turret emplacements on the port and starboard along with plenty of missile chaff.
Hildra had more plans for the Gruss and I’m looking forward to seeing them. “She flies deceptively well.” Spike commented from the pilot seat since we were passing through the Mhen’ga system on the way to the Dhal system where the Folly was currently based on business due to Dhal being an important trade hub. Gruss didn’t have the benefit of a Conduit-class hyperdrive, so we were stuck using the Relays like before this all began.
“Yeah, just remember not to have fun.” Thankfully, due to her status as a junk ship, so long as we broadcast ID along with general info on the ship, most system security forces wouldn’t give a shit so long as we didn’t fly in patterns unexpected and considered suspicious. Sadly, civilian ships reclaimed from scrap were fairly common in this era, but that works to our advantage.
“Roger, captain.” Spike joked and I chuffed. Jet refused to captain a ship that wasn’t the Bebop. She was his, he prided himself on her even though she, by all accounts, was nothing special in design. Be that as it may, she was home. I respect that, so now I’m the captain of the Moondast Gruss until we return to base.
“Careful not to back-sass. She’s a dangerous pirate captain, after all.” Luster Dawn, looking like a regular unicorn again, joked while hugging me around the waist. She’s been extra clingy since she laid her clutch. I think she’s thirsty, but she’s having patience. As much as I’d love to give her more genetic material to work with, she’s just gonna have to wait.
“Rawk~! Out the airlock! Out the airlock! Brawk~!” Rivala joked while morphed into a parrot on my shoulder and I closed my eyes with a sigh out of my nose and a fond smile.
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“It’s so good to see you again.” Amelia said when she hugged Delbert tightly upon him entering the elevator she waited for him in. The doctor was baffled and flustered at her basketball-sized breasts squishing against him. “Come, you must be exhausted from so many hours adrift. Jim returned before you, so he can help you settle in. I’m afraid my work isn’t over.” Amelia said as Arrow entered the elevator, holding the contraband Zerg eggs in a biohazard drum.
“Th-that’s understandable, but Amy, good gods, what happened to you? You look fantastic. Uh, well, not that you didn’t before, because you were beautiful as you were, shutting up.” Delbert rambled and Amelia smiled sadly. Gosh, she Loved this adorkable fool, which made it hurt that she found Jim. Someone else will have to discover this wonderful man.
“Jim can fill you in on our situation in the privacy of my quarters. You’ll have to stay there and take meals there too. Only Arrow and a select few of the crew even know you exist and it will need to stay that way if we don’t want trouble.” Amelia said to her ex and Arrow nodded.
“Indeed. Your presence is a secret. I had all surveillance of the Ball launch bay edited and looped at key points to hide this operation along with the path to this elevator. It will be simple to excuse Ensign Hawkins taking extra portions in his and the Captain’s shared quarters as him requiring some physical sustenance along with emotion due to his unique biology.” Arrow said, which while utter BS, was also partially true since lings could subsist, sufferingly, on food.
“Well, better a shut-in than dead and buried. I just hope I can find some privacy away from you and Jim, Amy. I don’t want to interfere in your intimacy.” Delbert said considerately.
“Thank you. As you can tell by looking at him, Jim is quite the...specimen.” Amelia smiled naughtily and Delbert looked uncomfortable. “I know, you don’t find men attractive, being heterosexual, but you’re my ex, I’m obligated to torment you in some way.”
“Is it too late to let your superiors kill me?” Delbert’s joke made Amelia laugh beautifully.
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Brennie was relaxing in the room she’d claimed with Vinnie after that intense and thorough examination Hildra and Shekka gave her. When they found out she didn’t poop, not even her anus was spared some liberal stretching. That said, she was perched on her belly in bed to recover from the pleasurable experience and thus was able to see a shaky portal from Devorak open. Brennie blinked in surprise. Rex must’ve finished having their end of the seal broken.
“Huh. Maybe they used the God Key?” While it was possible to use the artifact, even it had limits and couldn’t open every door across the Multiverse. Not that they should! You’ll never know what sort of trouble you’d let in and never get rid of. However, using it to stabilize the link between dimensions was the next best thing.
Brennie was pleasantly surprised when Visi was the one to walk through the portal. “I knew you did something like this, you insatiable broodslut.” Visilia purred when she approached and the portal closed. She was wearing her armor, a near-antique based on ancient Praetor pattern armor, but a flick of her wrist collapsed it into a capsule and she was in a flattering lazy pink T-shirt and jeans with ‘Fuck To Death!’ stretched over her boobs.
“Visi, what brings you here?” Brennie asked her beautiful wife.
“Oh, you know, Goddess of Fertility and all now and I sensed my wife got herself knocked up. Or I thought I did and had to confirm it. Besides, this works as a test of the God Key stabilizing the portal enough for person-sized travel.” Visi sat on the bed and leaned against Brennie’s warm and firm side. “Mm. Eggs. 20 I think?” Visi rubbed her wife’s fecund side and nuzzled it.
“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed with a nod, enjoying the alicorn’s touch. “Honey, we’re not going to expose ourselves, are we?” Visi smirked and began slowly pulling up her shirt. “I-I meant tactically!” Visi playfully stuck out her tongue. Wow. Going goddess really took some of Visi’s stern nature out back and shot it with a flak cannon, at least in an intimate setting.
“No, of course not. The war hasn’t even begun. However, I want to spend more quality time with you~. Oh, how I want us to walk around naked in the open with you, showing off our fertile bodies to the masses~.” Visi purred as she stripped off her clothes, tossing them to the floor.
“Oh~ don’t tease me with that.” Brennie mewled and shuddered with her quim clenching at the thought. “It’s bad enough our wives almost had me doing that in Paradise.” Doing that when it was just her lovers was intense enough, but having everyone look at her and realize; ‘damn, she got fucked good’, just turned her on to the nines!
“Too bad, because as soon as Paradise is free from being a prison and we have the opportunity, we’re finally going on a date there. They used your resort designs, did you know that? They even attribute them to you.” Visi informed her wife before she climbed up the 6-foot sphere of a belly and Brennie bit her lip at feeling the herm’s thick dick sandwiched between her ass cheeks. “For now, I’m going to take advantage of my wife’s vulnerable position~.”
“Yes, take me~! Please, my love, I need you~!” Hearing her beg was always such a turn on because of how rare it was for Brennie to do.
“That’s a good broodslut.” Visi pulled back and rammed her nearly two-foot cock into Brennie’s puddling pussy, making her howl in an instant orgasm~! “Sadly, no puppies. I’m going to be stealing these eggs, in fact.” Visi purred as she rammed in and out of her wife, gyrating her hips so that even though her breeding hole was already stretched around her 2-liter bottle thick dick, Brennie would be getting every single bit of surface of her vagina thoroughly stimulated.
“N-no~! Don’t take them~!” Brennie wailed as her wife drove her off a cliff and into a sea of orgasmic pleasure. She didn’t have the presence of mind to complain further.
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“My gosh…” The Folly was even more imposing in person. The fact such a massive ship existed was a testament to the technological prowess of the Golden Age and the genius of Nexus. The Planter easily dwarfed any ship they’ve seen before, even other ‘super dreadnoughts’ which had the title reasonably. But the Folly could fit two Executor-class Star Dreadnoughts within her hull.
“They’ve locked weapons on us.” Spike reported dully as he sent the super massive ship the Moondast Gruss’s honest ID, cargo and purpose of arrival in the Dahl system. Dahl itself was a tidal-locked planet with a single continuous megacity spanning the habitable zone at the equator. It was a hellish place ruled by various Zaibatsu Corp-Govs, an example of pure Taint.
“They just sent us a flight path to land in a hanger. I know that thing’s massive, but it can just land a frigate?” Jet, who was on the co-pilot seat, asked in awe.
We flew up to the designated portion on the underside of the Folly and saw it open up like a flower. There were already two destroyers and a cruiser of the Milky Way’s largest Gov resting inside. “I hope these snobs don’t mind if we park here.” I joked and even mimed us rubbing alongside one for paint-transfer and everyone chuckled.
“This is freaky, this ship has space station hangers in its underbelly? Is it pregnant?” Ed asked and Luster flushed brightly for some reason-oh. Right. Planters are living ships.
“Whoa, a pregnant spaceship.” Aurora said with childish awe. The kids came along because they refused to stay home since their engineer friends were gonna ‘get icky’ while we were away. I just know Brennie’s having fun right now.
We docked fairly easily, allowing the Folly to extend omni-positional tentacles as docking arms to hold the Gruss in place and then insert one against the entrance ramp before forming itself into an umbilical that allowed the ramp to open. “Greetings. Please send your boarding party inside. An attendant will guide you to a suitable meeting room.” A woman’s voice spoke over the Gruss’s intercom and I promptly led Luster, who again has Rivala in her womb, along with Spike and Jet while Faye would guard the ship with Ed, Ein and Aurora.
We had Hunter and his Ghosts aboard too, but they were the secret ace in case things went south. Hunter himself suggested it when I would’ve preferred having an Argentine in the meeting. I get the feeling that Arlend and Folly would’ve been open to meeting with one. Either way, I led us through the umbilical and into the hosting ship, where an armored turian with even more heavily armored krogan guards awaited us.
“Whoa...I see the gene therapy took really well.” Luster commented in awe at the sight of the humanoid reptiles whose distinctive head crests and redundant biology separated them from dragons and other reptilian species.
“What, your friend has never seen a Krogan before?” One of the two hulking 8-foot walls of muscle asked and I shrugged. I don’t get why Luster is-oh, right. The Krogan were one of several sapient species who, towards the end of the Empire’s reign, were drastically altered for the benefit of the species. Like the Elcorians, they were granted more humanoid forms without sacrificing their species’ innate traits. It was mostly because a Krogan stuck on their back was a rather hilariously pitiful thing, so the Krogan requested a more ‘Urta-worthy’ body shape.
“Dad says you guys can sit in lounge six while he finishes with the engine.” The Turian woman said with a flare of her facial plates. “I’m Petria, Lieutenant of the Citadel Star Ship Argos, third Officer.” The metal raptor woman politely introduced herself.
“I’m Jane Silver, acting captain of the Moondast Gruss, thank ya fer allowing us this time.” I replied, then realized she was staring at my tank-top stretching rack. Oops, oh well. Luster and I are part of the talking points, so forgetting to ‘man-up’ and have Luster downsize isn’t too bad. “Hey~. Eyes up here. I know I’ve got the Old World charms, but I’m here on business, not pleasure.” She’s cute, but yeah, I can get my rocks off on the way back to Tarkus.
“S-sorry ma’am!” The two Krogan at her sides chuckled at her social faux-pas. “Please follow the droid, she’ll take you to lounge six.” Petria gestured to a custom blue and yellow painted B1, that waved politely, indicating it was a long-serving unit to have developed a personality. A Soul.
“Thank you.” I led us after the droid, who promptly took us through a few halls to a comfortable sitting room with lived-in sofas and chairs with a vending machine protruding from a wall. “Thank you, unit. Will we be sharing the pleasure of your company while we wait?” I asked politely and the droid tittered as she put a hand to her chassis’s chest.
“No, no. I will be on my way to fetch Master Arlend. He can get lost in his head sometimes.” The effeminate B1 then left us to get comfortable and Luster snuggled against me on a sofa.
“Lusty, I know yer thirsty, but we’re about to have a meeting.” I muttered in disapproval when she fished a hand under my jeans and began fingering my honeypot. Mn~, so good~.
“Jane, I need you. I need to breed. It’s so hard not to jump you outright.” Luster huskily whispered into my ear and I grunted while biting my lip before Luster was yanked away from me with a yelp and Jet had her over his shoulder. “Hey~!”
“Nope. I’ll save you from your mate’s needs for now, Jane, but you better address them later.” Jet carried Luster to the other side of the room as she childishly wriggled to get free.
“Should we be worried about the C-Gov on board?” Spike voiced as I straightened myself out.
“Maybe, probably not. The C-Gov along with the E-Gov are two of the more stable Govs in the Three Galaxies. I’m sure they are just here on business with the Folly due to her immense trading power.” I said to the CQB specialist of the original crew as we settled in to wait.
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“You’re so greedy.” Brennie huffed with a smile as she snuggled her wife in bed. “We better be careful whenever we meet back up with Wiatr, Urta and Penny.” She rubbed her alicorn lover’s falsely flat stomach. It was put away because Visi wanted snuggles, not just cuddles.
“Those sexy bitches have a reckoning on the horizon when we meet. I won’t let them forget how much they’ve left us wanting with their ‘retirement’.” Visi purred and tangled her legs together with Brennie’s, possible because she had also banished her epic male organs to snuggle. Lying chest-to-chest, they smooched before the door opened.
“Daw~. You two are so damn cute.” Vinnie cooed before the door closed and she casually vanished her clothes with a snap of her fingers. “Scootch over, I want in!” The two red lovers giggled and moved apart to sandwich Vinnie between them. “Ah~. It’s been a while since I’ve just had relaxing marital snuggles.”
“You missed out on it being post-coital marital snuggles not five minutes ago.” Brennie teased her sister/lover and the faux-Jolteon mewled, but just nuzzled them both.
“That’s okay. Sex isn’t everything, it’s just incredible. A shame this bed isn’t any bigger or I’d tell Rico and Ed to get in here for a good night’s sleep together.” Brennie felt a bit uneasy at that still, despite knowing that they weren’t blood related. Vinnie was special. She worked and pushed and pulled at the ‘incest’ chastity belt she’d metaphorically had on until her libido and mutual kinks with Vinnie caused her to accept her adopted sibling’s carnal and romantic plans.
To this day she still hadn’t really considered doing the same with Ed, Rico and Kevin. They just...weren’t as intense as Brennie and Vinnie in their kinks. Yes, they had similar kinks, but not to the point of it being a mild obsession/hobby. She’d have to put on pajamas first or she couldn’t relax if they brought their battle siblings/technical husbands into bed.
“Too late, already called.” Visi-what?! When?! Brennie tried to bolt out of bed, only for Vinnie to somehow paralyze her! She is a Jolteon! She just used some sort of magic similar to Thunder Wave! “Hey boys, sorry about the small bed. If we use Ed and Rico as beds, it’ll work.” Oh no, oh no, oh no~! Don’t think of how hot your adopted brothers are, Brennie! Don’t do it!
“Ah, like old times in the trenches.” Rico joked and hoisted Brennie and Vinnie up before Ed did the same for Visi and they laid on the bed with their legs dangling off of either end since they laid with their heads at opposite ends so their T-bone steak slabs of muscle called torsos could fit together on the bed. “Some more pillows would-thanks Vin.” Brennie whimpered inwardly.

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Ch.33
Ch.33
Ugh...we’ve been waiting in this room for hours~! I get he’s the head honcho of one of the largest ships in the Three Galaxies, but how much longer are we going to be kept waiting? The others and I have all synced up our omni-tools to play co-op on some video games after the first hour had passed. It wasn’t a game Luster had played, so some of that time was spent teaching her. That said, Luster wasn’t a slouch in video games and picked it up pretty fast.
After a few hours of playing For Honor: Duty’s Call 17, that effeminate B1 returned. “I deeply apologize. It would seem the C-Gov decided to try and sabotage the Folly. Do not worry, no alerts were sounded because it was far from this location. The perpetrators have been summarily executed and now we are processing their ships. Would you like to buy one?”
“Way out of our price range, sadly, but the offer is appreciated for our purposes. We still need to speak to Arlend before we leave.” I said to the droid, not letting any of the frustration and dismay enter my tone or expression. Fucking Govs, thinking they can get away with this kind of shit. Now because the C-Gov wanted to commit trade espionage, they just fucked their quadrants of space commercially for who-knows how long. So much for their stability. They’re all the same.
“I’m afraid that is not possible. I am here to escort you-.”
“This is Luster Dawn, the last Zerg and a survivor of The Fall.” I cut the droid off and she paused before she activated her omni-tool. After a few moments of her staring at it, she looked up.
“Captain Arlend has requested I bring you to safe room Alpha on the foredeck and apologizes profusely for attempting to blow you off. Follow me.” The B1 then led us out of the waiting room, down the hall, on a tram that traveled the length of the giant ship rather than the height, then an elevator up. The deck we ended up on had the bridge, but we walked away from it.
We eventually came to a room with extra-thick blast doors that were open before we arrived, but the moment we all stepped through, they promptly closed. It would’ve been a concern if there weren’t already people here at rest. The Turian from before, a few Krogan women, an adult vixen, an adult rabbit, several dozen kids of Cat-Kuts, three younger vixens, two young quarians and a juvenile Elcorian all stood around a slightly out of shape human man with red hair, glasses and who was wearing what looked like grease monkey attire while everyone else was more or less in the latest fashions. The Turian was apologizing to the Human.
“Sorry father, I didn’t think that the Everafter and her crew would do such a thing. I’ve convinced my captain to cut ties, though we’re going to need cover stories for 700 crew on board. My captain has actually asked me to take over since I know Triangulum better than the rest of the crew.” The turian woman said to the human man.
“You should. It would be nice to have more security for the fleets here so Folly doesn’t have to keep hovering over hubs like Dahl.” The ginger said as he rubbed his chin. “Now, I’ll think of what to do with you and your crew in due time, but the other ships are forfeit. Your’s was the only one to not try anything.”
“Yes, father,” The turian said before she went to a couch at the side of the secure room.
The man who must be Arlend turned towards us with a keen gaze that focused on Luster and I. “I see the look of the Golden Age for sure. I also recognize you from the news Miss Luster. Now, what is a Demi-Goddess doing on my ship? As welcome as polite company is, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t have important business.” Oo, I like him.
“Actually, I’m a full-fledged goddess now. As for our business, my mate, who is also a goddess, is the one you need to speak to.” Luster got behind me and hugged me around my waist, making me smile and enjoy her bosom on my back. “Go on, blow his mind.”
“Please help us overthrow the Megacorporations and the Governments of the Three Galaxies and save the gods from their prison in Paradise. I’ve already secured the aid of the Argentines.” I bluntly told the man and his rather impressive number of children and/or lovers gawked.
“...Well...considering I can’t trust the organizations that utilize my services, it would be nice to make new business partners. Go on.”
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Last night had to be one of the most stressful nights in Brennie’s long, long life. By the time Vinnie’s paralyzing spell wore off, she was being gently hugged into Rico’s chest as he slept and the beat of his heart/pump and the firm suppleness of his muscular body left her between sleep and arousal until she finally resorted to forcefully entering sleep mode.
She was barely any better when she woke up, because Rico had morning wood and she had to fight every instinct not to do something about it because it had somehow popped out of his waistband and her thicc thighs had the glorious wolf cock sandwiched against her hot and wet mons. She performed an act of flexibility she barely remembered she could do and worked her way off of the sexy pile of warriors to use the ensuite bathroom to masturbate in the shower.
Stupid, sexy, warrior-siblings! Stupid, stupid body! Stop wanting to fuck your brothers in all but blood! Brennie muffled her squeaks when she came from her desperate fingers and fantasized about Rico cumflating a babe who looked suspiciously like herself and then sighed in relief as the shower sprayed her down. It would’ve been more awkward had she been male or herm because there was no way the boner she would’ve had was escaping that awkward situation.
She turned the water off and turned in time to see Visilia stagger in towards the shower/tub and climb in. The alicorn kissed Brennie and then helped her out of the tub/shower before starting it up for herself. Brennie quickly retrieved some clothes from her cleavage and tugged on some jean shorts and a U-neck shirt with a distorted logo of Disturbed stretched over her tits. She quickly vacated the room to head for the galley.
She would’ve been a hot wet mess if not for her powers allowing her to intensify heat around her and speed-drying herself, so she was perfectly presentable by the time she reached the galley, where Eris and…Jet? Were cooperatively making a big breakfast of omelets. They weren’t real eggs, supposedly, but they tasted good, so whatever.
“Morning, hot stuff!” Hildra greeted when she entered and jumped up on Brennie’s lap to kiss her passionately. The purple rask then scooted over to her own chair before Shekka did the same intimate act with the dracowolf and then also went to her own seat. Anno just sat next to Shekka. Wait...wasn’t Jet with Jane and-Eris, of course. He’s both here and there at the same time yet to him he’s here either before or after, ugh. Time-manipulating little noodle.
When Vinnie sauntered in and beelined for Brennie, she couldn’t help her tail wagging and accepted the passionate kiss before Vinnie scooted Hildra’s chair away so Vinnie could pull a chair in and sit next to one of her favorite people in the multiverse. “Hey you. Rico’s cock reeks of your pussy juice.” Vinnie teased and Brennie suddenly wanted to implode and cease existing.
“H-he popped a boner in his sleep, okay?! I was asleep, I was already naked, it was between my thighs. It was all circumstance.” Brennie hissed at her lover and the not-a-Jolteon did not look at all convinced. “Besides, how do you know his penis smells like me?”
“Because I gave him a blowjob while you showered?” Vinnie asked as if it was the most obvious thing ever and Brennie choked in disbelief. “Brennie, I’ve been letting you stay in your comfort zone, but I’ve been intimate with the others too. It was awkward for them at first, like it was with you, but they eventually eased into it. However, unlike you, they don’t go out of their way to be intimate with me. We are married. I mean, c’mon, Brennie. Double-standards aren't cool.”
“Oh my gosh, you are crazy…” Brennie mewled as she tried and failed not to imagine naughty fantasies of Vinnie fucking their adopted brothers. She never heard about them having kids, they would have totally announced that or at least let Brennie know, so at least it never went that far. If they did, her comfort be damned, Vinnie would’ve told her sooner.
“Don’t you forget it!” Vinnie proudly stated before licking her lips at the large omelets.
“Sorry to bug you, but we’re going to need to refresh the larder. Feeding all of you is expensive.” Jet, who was either Past or Future in Prefix, said with humor as he put the plates down. This drew attention to the entrance of the galley where Visi led Kevin, Ed and Rico in. Brennie felt her heart/pump race and her Spark ached. Why is she having dirty thoughts about them now~?!
“Good morning everyone.” Visilia greeted with a radiant glow about her that was a tell-tale sign she was pregnant even though she otherwise looked utterly normal in her casual clothes. She made her way to Brennie and Vinnie, giving them a kiss before seating herself next to the dracowolf. “So, how did it feel to have our husband’s cock between your legs~?” Visi teased the flustered sexy bitch.
“Don’t tease me~.” Brennie mewled as she hid her face from everyone, but this gave Rico the opportunity to sneak up on her and peck her on the cheek. “Mm, naughty~.”
“Sexy~.” The black wolf retorted with a snort as he rubbed her stomach.
“What’s that, the lewd version of Marco Polo?” Vinnie joked as anyone who got it snickered while Brennie tried to make herself smaller.
“Food’s ready~.” Eris called when she came with all of their plates before handing them to each person. However, Brennie realized her plate was stacked with more food. “Oh, you’re sharing that with Col~.”
“Eek!” Brennie squeaked when Rico picked her up and sat down with her on his lap.
“It’s eggs with everything!” Eris told everyone and Brennie tried not to think about eggs...
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“So, you’re a formerly extinct primordial breed of changeling restored by genetic luck and divinity. Utterly fascinating.” Delbert said as he examined a shed flake of chitin from Jim’s elytra under an incredibly advanced microscope the doctor had in his personal Inventory.
“The UnSC scientists thought so too.” Jim mumbled unhappily from where he sat on the edge of his and Amelia’s bed. Delbert had a small pop-up tent that isolated sound, preventing it from going in or out. A vanity item he carried on him for peace and quiet at night on excursions would allow his lover’s ex and them to have privacy to a degree, especially since said tent was in the far corner, next to the door to the bathroom.
However, the small tent was too tiny for more than sleeping or relaxing, so Delbert still needed to set up his portable lab outside of it. “This dweeb is so adorkable. He reminds me of Tali.” Penny sighed longingly and Urta patted her sister’s back.
“I know, right? All brains and go-get-em attitude. I hope she and the rest of your family aren’t trying to punch a hole in reality to find Jim here and suck our divinity out of him, or something.” Urta commented worriedly and Jim suddenly felt like he may be in a sexy kind of danger.
“Uh, wait. The torsion beam device I was using does exactly that...what if...nah.” Midna shrugged it off and went back to idly kicking her legs from where she sat on Jim’s left shoulder.
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“More power!” A woman’s voice shouted as a beam of light coming through reality was collected, imperfectly, in a mirror-like almost ornate disk over 8-feet in diameter.
“You’ve, hnng~! Got it!” A flanged female voice grunted and soon the beam of light was seemingly sucked into the mirror. It shortly rippled like a pool of water with pebble dropped into it before it solidified with familiar triangular geometry within the reflecting surface. “Whew! That took way more energy than it should’ve. How do other universes do this kind of stuff so easily?”
“Because this was a unique form of magic and science never before introduced to this universe! Now, into the Twilight Realm!” The owner’s enthusiasm was curbed by someone grabbing their ear. “Ahn~! N-no fair~!” After cumming from her ear being grabbed, she collapsed to her knees in a panting mess. “F-fine! Send someone who isn’t divinity and might collapse this realm if suddenly missing from the fabric of reality where they belong.”
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“Arlend is a great guy. No wonder he has such a big, loving family.” I commented cheerfully with a happy sway to my hips and swish to my tail as we followed Betty, the unique B1, down the last hall towards the Folly’s hangar. Sadly, Folly didn’t have much to say aside from verifying possible tactics and also commenting that Luster has aged well, indicating they’d met before.
“Captain Arlend is just like that. He cares too much to leave it to a select few. Why, when he noticed my emerging persona among the junk droids a scrapper was selling, he bought me on the spot and fixed me up better than new.” Betty happily wiggled her spindly body in an oddly adorable way. “He’s my hero and for that, I’ll never leave him.”
“I’m just surprised he agreed so read-yip!” Jet was grabbed by Eris out of nowhere and they vanished. I guess his girlfriend decided he’d had enough time away from her. Heh, Time.
“What Jet was about to say. I expected us to have to jump through hoops. Instead, Arlend readily agreed to help us with the logistics of a tri-galactic civil war.” Spike finished for the recently-abducted Jet and Betty continued to lead us after her little episode.
“As you can guess from the recent attempt at sabotaging our flagship, siding with the group who hasn’t slighted you is easier than the one that has repeatedly shot you in the back.” Betty commented before they reached the hangar to find most of the visiting ships now securely wrapped up in tentacle arms and swarming with spider-like droids I haven’t seen before. “We’d offer to upgrade your junker, but Arlend and Folly feel that’s something your shipwright wants to do personally.”
“That’d be correct. Hildra would throw a fit if we took working on her ship away from her.” Luster said before we reached the umbilical tendril. “Goodbye Betty, hopefully we’ll meet again.”
“Farewell, don’t let the powers that be suppress your radiant light.” Betty waved and the umbilical closed the door on that end, so we continued to the Moondast Gruss.
“What happened? Why were there alarm klaxons and the other ships getting restrained with-?” Faye worriedly demanded before Swerta clearly took over her beak. “Sexy giant tentacles!”
“We’ll tell ya the whole story once we’re back at Tarkus, since we have to brief everyone on the situation as it stands.” I told her and waved into the air. “Also, Eris made off with Jet, he’s fine.” I gently pushed Luster away when she went to grab at my shorts. “No, bad Lusty. Wait until we’re on the way home.” Her whine of dismay made me worry for her mental health. She was much more together in the head before she laid her first clutch and made Rivala her Belly Pet.
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Why, why, why, why did her brothers have to be so sexy?! Why are they doing this to her~?! All three of them were giving her a massage! Curse you Vinnie, for suggesting this! Curse you, you sexy bitch! What’s worse was that they were all naked! She can see everything~! Their chiseled bodies, sculpted to perfection with a potent tool attached to them. Oh, how those juicy orbs teased and taunted her. Their musk was heavenly and she just wanted to bury her snout in-!
“Uhn~...” When did they get so good at this~? Brennie hadn’t gotten such a good massage since...since the last time Urta gave her one. The momentary melancholy was dispelled when Kevin’s work on her paws made her mewl and wiggle at the ticklish sensation.
“Careful or our hands will drift somewhere naughty.” Rico teased her as he rubbed her left wing, Edward doing her right wing. It’s been a while since she even had her wings out, so treating them to a massage was especially wonderful.
“You don’t want that, do you? Of course not, we’re just your brothers, it’s not like we’re married or anything.” Edward added on and she buried her face in the pillow provided by her tits.
“Mnh, naughty hubbies~.” Brennie mewled into her cleavage, hoping her muffled retort went unheard. Unfortunately, she could feel their grins and she moaned loudly. “Oh~!” I-is that?!
“I think our sexy wife finally noticed~.” Kevin chuckled as they continued to work their powerful hands into the nominal leader of their ultra-elite squad of DOOM Slayers. Brennie was too flustered and overwhelmed with confused feelings as three hot throbbing poles of meat hovered tantalizing inches away from her fur and she was oscillating between trying to shrink into the floor or move just that little bit to make full contact with the tasty, musky wolf dicks.
“Let’s turn her over so she can’t hide in her bosom.” Edward used his Gravity powers to easily lift her up and rotate/flip her before settling her back down gently. Now Kevin’s incredible 18-inch cock was in her face and Brennie’s eyes dilated before she took a deep whiff of the musky ballsack containing two churning basketball-sized spheres.
“Almost there. Give her a nudge.” Rico suggested jovially and Kevin shifted his hips forward just slightly, burying Brennie’s snout between his fecund spunk bunkers. She promptly spasmed and then grabbed his nuts, moaning into them as she licked and sucked on the gray orbs. “There’s the cumslut we’ve grown to love. You’re a good brother, Bren, but your a fucking hotter than Hell wife.” Rico said as Edward used gravity to lift her up enough to get beneath her.
“I’ll take this side, you get up top.” Edward said to his equally massive 14-foot tall if oppositely colored brother-in-arms as he spread Brennie’s legs and she shook with anticipation as Edward’s three foot long dong grinded against her crotch from behind. These two were essentially Hunter scaled up twice in height! They might just tear her in half~!
“Gladly.” Rico ‘crossed swords’ with Edward as they adjusted her for penetration and her cunt gushed lubricant in anticipation. Meanwhile, her mouth was latched on to Kevin’s red rocket and she was desperately fellating him, trying to deepthroat him and feast on his cum, but out of all of them, he possibly had the most experience with being given blowjobs and he teased her by keeping his hips back enough that only a few inches could be in her maw.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast. Juneau likes to go for the money shot too, but I find keeping my glans near the tongue for longer is more fun for me.” Kevin chided her and she groped his balls harder in petty vengeance, only for them to squish and he moaned in pleasure. What? *Squeeze, squish, squash!* He has stress balls! Fucking awesome! Brennie got rougher with his secretly modded junk and Kevin soon caved to letting her swallow his thick length down her throat.
This was just before Brennie’s universe turned into stars. Those gallon-jug thick 3-foot long dongs were thrust up her simulated anus and her vagina in one go, causing the black and white battle brothers to groan when their heaving beach-ball nuts slapped together against her thighs. Then the three began properly fucking her instead of engaging in foreplay.
Brennie’s mind turned into a sloshing puddle of fuck trying to ooze out of her body, only for the most suitable orifaces to do so to be plugged and having copious amounts of fuck-juice being stuffed into her in turn! By the time reality became more than blind bliss and an until now endless chain of orgasms, she was an utter wreck with cum splattered all over her massively cumflated belly, breasts and ass, along with her face.
Her hubbies weren’t in the room and she was too fucked-out to tell how big she was, just that she could feel the far wall with her navel and she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Uhn~...so muchsh…” Brennie slurred, cum-drunk off of the vast amount of delicious semen stuffed into her. She even started scraping it off of her face and tits to eat. Tangy, citrusy, sweet. Good diets.
“So~?” Brennie blearily looked over at a smug-as-anything Vinnie with her hands on her hips.
“You shlut...should’ve told me ‘bout dis schooner...zzz…” Brennie slumped into her expanded yoga-ball tits and promptly fell asleep.

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Ch.34
Ch.34
“Visi~!” I squealed happily when I saw my future waifu upon exiting the Gruss and leaped at her, only to get caught by her in a bridal carry and get deeply kissed by her instead. “Mm~!” I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her as deeply as I could with glee, my toes curling against my metacarpal pads and my tail trying to batter down the crotch of her shorts.
“So, how did it go?” Helvex questioned and I only now noticed none of the Marines were here.
“It went really well. Arlend and the Folly, along with their extensive trade network and fleet are on our side. When the time comes, they’ll side with us militarily, but until then, they’ll support us covertly with supplies and info.” Luster answered while pouting in jealousy at Visi, who stuck out her tongue at the Zerg playfully as I fluttered my eyes at Lusty, making her smile instead.
“As for my hubbies and wives, they’re busy at the moment~.” Visi informed us with a sexy wink. “Before you ask, no; I’m not psychic. I just know how much they tend to be at the front of people’s minds, especially those intimate with them.”
“Alright.” I waited for a moment and then blushed. “Y-ya can put me down now.” I get she’s an alicorn, but I’m not light. I’m a hyper-dense metallic argent slime. In my base form as I am now, I think I might weigh somewhere between 500 to 600 pounds! The only reason I don’t trash everything I interact with is the displaced pressure spread across my membrane, but right now all that weight is resting in Visi’s arms with one hand squeezing my plump, round, firm ass.
“Hm, no, I don’t think I will.” Visi then began carrying me towards Bay 1 with Luster in tow.
“You better not be taking my mate away from me when I need her.” Luster growled irritably and Visi flicked her snout with her tail in reply. “Oo~ never mind. Let’s go.” I sputtered, realizing I was suddenly about to be their breeding stud, before Hildra stumbled into the hall, carrying far too big of a toolbox to have come from her cleavage. “Careful! You’re still pregnant! Actually, rain check on the breeding? I need to check on Hildra’s clutch.”
“Lusty! How did the Gruss-hey!” The blue-plumed purple rask with the divine ass yelped when Luster levitated her up. “Aw, c’mon, as fun as these sessions are, my baby is-.” Luster teleported them, likely to our quarters where her equipment was, leaving me in the arms of the incredibly beyond-sexy mare, who I’d learned had become Devorak’s Fertility Goddess.
“Uh, so...as eager as I would be to do what I think we were about to do, I’m kinda still coming to terms with Luster’s sudden paradigm shift into being a breed-hungry broodmother.” I meekly told the demonic goddess, who simply smiled understandingly.
“I know the feeling. When Vinnie and Brennie, who were originally men like you I hear, discovered their incredible aptitude and desire to bear large quantities of children, I too was thrown, but I loved them too much to let that turn me away. In fact, it was what helped lead me on my own path towards what I’ve become.” Visilia still carried me through Bay 1 to the Bebop.
“Okay, yeah, I get the sentiment. I’m not going to leave Lusty, ever. I’ll get used to her rampant horniness just like I got used to being a woman at base. I’ll roll with it. Eventually I’ll get a Nat 20.” I joked and Visilia cackled joyfully. “Do you play D&D? Er, O&O?” I asked and Visi nodded.
“I did, once, long ago. I’d like to play again, but it’s been forever since we all got together for a family game night.” Visi sighed wistfully as she carried me into the Bebop.
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“Mm~!” Brennie moaned at the musky smell of Rico’s balls burying her face underneath them. She was still stuffed full of cum and hadn't shrunk or emptied her belly. She wanted to feel like a preggo broodslut for a while longer, enjoying the scent and sloshing loads stored in her studly mate’s cum factories. All that seed just waiting to fill her up with more puppies. The thought alone made Brennie cum~.
“That’s it, spray your holy cunt juice~.” Rico purred as he smothered her, relishing in his beach-ball sized nuts being worshiped. Speaking of which, Shekka came into their room and situated herself between Kevin and Edward for examination.
“Wow~.” Shekka cooed before she sat on Ed’s balls while getting a feel for Kevin’s own.
“Since this is an exam, sort of, how do you like our musk?” Kevin asked before she gently ran her hands over his plush nuts with those odd sensor gloves that tingled pleasantly.
“It’s pretty damn heady, but since I’m infertile and lack most of the hormone triggers a normal rask has, it’s just nice to me.” The red reptile-rabbit said as she took a good squeeze of Kevin’s balls and he grunted as he gushed some pre-cum. “Damn, what mods did you get? That’s awesome. I can just dig my fingers in there and it doesn’t seem to hurt you either.”
“That is rather impressive, Kevin. Where might we obtain such a beneficial trait? Especially considering how often our testicals are worshiped by our wives.” Edward asked his adopted brother while he enjoyed Shekka’s glorious ass pressing down on his mentioned testes as she used his half-hard 3-foot dick like a backrest. It was taller than her with her seated!
“Hnng~. I commissioned it from Trixie, the one in Paradise. Fuck, Shekka, if you keep that up I’m going to paint you white.” Kevin warned the raskvel and she crawled off of Ed’s junk to wrap her arms and legs around Kevin’s pole. “F-fuck~!” The pink-plumed woman wrapped her lips around his glans in time to get a blast of his spunk and she gulped desperately, the pink Navel Pearl she got from Luster shining with each swallow.
Meanwhile, Brennie was still cum-drunk and licking Rico’s big black fuzzy nuts.
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“That lucky bitch~.” Hildra tittered while she was being examined by Luster in zero gravity again. Her belly was at its true size and already looked ready to pop out triplets. “Shekka’s with those Marines, probably having the time of-.” Hildra hissed when Luster gently inserted some sort of impossibly thin and long needle through her scales at her underbelly and injected something. “I know it’s harmless, but fuck that stings. Warn me, Lusty.” The woman rubbed her fecund sides.
“If I did, you’d have tensed and made it hurt worse. At least this way it’s over with and we can move on.” Luster Dawn hovered over her, using the maykr wings and leg-tendrils again. She really liked these adaptations. Now that she’s had her first clutch, so many things have opened up to her. Including further advancing her already incredible bio-engineering skills.
Sadly, according to both her instincts and Zelma’s focused analysis after getting their hopes up; her first clutch were just drones. Zelma was an outlier; Luster had her Soul and Ego to simply infuse into a new body. Without an externally sourced motive force, at least for now, Luster couldn’t properly have babies to love and raise. However, Kerrigan succeeded, but she was in Paradise. “Still hurts, though.” Hildra huffed and kept rubbing her sides. “So...how is it going?”
“Oh, you know, just...I can’t have my own babies until I can figure it out. I can’t just get knocked up and pop out a bundle of joy to love and care for like everyone else in the universe. How fucking cruel, I’m the Goddess of Life and I can’t have babies whenever I want?” Luster bitterly grumbled as she began rubbing Hildra’s belly with a scanner glove hooked to her omni-tool.
“...Kinda heavy to lay on me when I was talking about my situation.” Hildra awkwardly commented and Luster felt sheepish at dropping that on Hildra so suddenly.
“Sorry. Anyway, you’re doing good, great even. Your species is so fascinating. You naturally have the magical elastization that Wiatr, Urta and the other gods worked so hard to spread, but it’s inherent to your genetics.” Luster licked her chops, hoping she could examine a Gabliani too, since they and the Raskvel were nearly symbiotically related. Also, they were a species she didn’t have in her gene library. She added Raskvel the moment Shekka and Hildra joined.
“Fuck yeah we do. If you think I’m gonna get huge next week before I lay, you haven’t seen a true broodmother. I’ve seen rasks full of eggs until they were ten times their usual size. Gabs like to joke and call us baby balloons, but those live-birthing lucky jackasses never have stillborns.” Hildra bitterly snarled before patting her sides. “Anyway, that’s nice, but I mean the whole reason you’ve been injecting not-fun stuff into my womb nearly every day.”
“The scans are promising, but until you lay the eggs and they hatch, I won’t know how well the alterations will take. They won’t hatch malformed, I can promise that, but I can’t promise their libido and crippling ADHD won’t be curbed until I have one of your runts in my hands.” Luster kissed Hildra’s tummy near the blue Navel Pearl and sighed. “Then I could alter you afterward.”
“I won’t lie, as much as I love sex and all, having more than sex, laying eggs and fixing stuff on the brain more than a couple times a day would be nice.” Hildra looked at her purple dome full of eggs with a hopeful expression. “Here I am, helping do what Shekka kept preaching.”
“Now then, are you absolutely sure you don’t want me to just grow you new legs and a tail?” Luster asked the currently legless and tailless woman, who huffed.
“Yes I’m sure. If you could upgrade them to feel things, that’d be epic, but otherwise no. I worked hard and serviced a lot of dicks and cunts to get my borg bits after I lost the originals. I know this may sound strange, but I like being a cyborg. Sure, if something goes wrong it can be a hassle, but the same goes for limbs made of flesh. At least the metal parts are things I can fix.” Hildra answered and Luster nodded in acceptance.
“Alright, I’m sure I can work with the data gathered from scanning the Marines-.” Shekka stumbled into the room, soaked head to tail-tip in cum and trailing it with thick, sloppy smacks of her paws on the floor. “Ew! Shekka! You’re getting it everywhere!” Luster normally liked cummy messes, but not when they were tracking everywhere! Now she has to go slime to absorb it all.
“Fucking, epic. I have the scans from Brennie’s husbandos, I brought my work with me because Brennie’s cum-stuffed body has blocked their room’s bathroom.” Shekka fired the file to Luster’s omni-tool and then she staggered over to the bathroom, where the shower promptly activated.
“That lucky little bitch~.” Hildra cackled in amusement while Luster sighed, turned into pink slime, then began following the trail to absorb/clean the tracked goopy white mess.
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I laid with my eyes closed and snuggled, still clothed, against my future waifu who snuggled me back. This wasn’t what I was expecting from the Fertility Goddess, but Visi just put me in bed and wrapped us up in the covers. I’m discovering so many things that bring me peace besides floating in a void. Getting hyper preggers then sucking down nutrition until I pop my puppies out and snuggling someone I have great affection for. I already did that with Luster and Rivala before, but I was still in an anxious emotional transition, I guess.
Now, though? As Freedom and Soul, I can feel Visi’s earnest, deep desire to bring me into her life. She has profound gratitude towards me for reasons she’s not yet willing to share, but I can sense they involve her other wives, the ones currently trapped in Paradise. I hugged her firmly yet gently and she kissed my brow before nuzzling me in response and we rested-.
“Visi~! You’re missing out on all the fun two rooms over.” Vinnie barged in with her spiky fluffy tail wagging. Is she purposefully making herself look more like a Jolteon?
“I was enjoying snuggles with our future wife. I figured Brennie had a lot of pent-up needs for our husbands to vent out of her and didn’t want to get involved. Besides, if she gets pregnant from this, it’s entirely on her. If I was involved, it’d be guaranteed.” Visi told her wife and patted my clothed hip. “Now, are you gonna be annoying or are you going to join us for a nap?”
“Coming~.” Vinnie sang as she joined us in bed, sandwiching me between these two sexy goddesses. “Hm, this is nice.” I turned onto my back so I could hug her too and get all of our tits in on touching each other. It wasn’t a sensual pleasure, but it was a comforting one. “Actually, girls, would you mind sleeping inside of me~?” Oo~! I could use a nap in Vinnie’s womb now that she brings it up, but I’m not going to say anything. Visi has more say as her wife.
“Sure, so long as I get to be inside Jane’s womb.” Visi requested of me with a flutter of her eyes.
“Eh~! B-but when I did that with Brennie, I almost went insane from how much pleasure she was-mmph~!” Visi kissed me deeply and suddenly I had no objections. “O-okay, but I’m still new to this. When I did it with Brennie, it was entirely on instinct. I don’t know how I did it. The other times were from others forcefully climbing into me or also on instinct.”
“That’s right, she’s still a total virgin to our lusty ways~! Visi, do you wanna coach her on how to unbirth or should I? Since you’re the Goddess of Fertility here.” Vinnie licked her chops and groped her tits as she eagerly waited for her wife’s response.
“Well, you have more experience, but I am the presiding deity over the subject...how about we both work together on coaching her?” Visi asked and Vinnie quickly sat on her knees, helping me sit up as Visi moved to be next to her in front of me. With a snap of Vinnie’s fingers, we were all naked and I gulped. “Okay, first, unbirthing is an inherently magical process, but as a slime, you are entirely physically capable of the feat without using any magic at all.” Oh no, a lesson!
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“I’m so glad you’re back.” Duo said as he held Zelma’s hand, the green Skaven-like Zerg gently squeezed his hand with a soft smile. “I’ve only known you for a few days, but you are a wonderful person and it hurt to think you existed only to be sacrificed.” The brown-haired blue-eyed human man had been uneasy about approaching her, believing she was just a construct made in Zelma’s memory, but he was relieved to find out she was alive.
“I never left, Duo. I just went to sleep inside of my Queen and then she released me back into this realm as a physical entity once more after she had absorbed her rightful Aspect.” Zelma was with Duo in the galley because the eggs in the hatchery have turned out to be nothing more than drones to be molded to her Queen’s will rather than the children she desired. Until the next brood comes, Zelma was free to do as she wished.
“Still, I was tasked by Prof. G and Lady Death to guard you. I felt lost when you suddenly ceased to exist.” Duo admitted and the Zerg gently squeezed his hand again.
“You completed that task. Your task now is to protect my Queen. She is Lady Death’s antithesis and inheritor of the Soul of Life. Just as Lady Death was once Gravelord Nito, I and Queen Dawn inherited the Witch of Izalith’s Soul of Life.” Zelma adjusted her pink blouse, unused to wearing clothes, but was required to outside of the hatchery or her room due to social standards forbidding public nudity. “However, I still enjoy your company. Would be alright if we...hung out?”
Duo blinked at the confused tone, before realizing Zelma was from a time when casual friendships were rare to nonexistent without some intimate or sexual component to them. “Yeah, no problem. I mean, it’s not like Deathscythe and I have anything to do and I was stuck as a ghost on the Moondast Gruss last time Queen Dawn went somewhere.” He almost flinched when Zelma leaned in and smooched his cheek and he flushed. “So, what do you wanna do?”
“I’ve been without media entertainment for thousands of years. I would like to engage in watching a comedic film with you.” Zelma’s suggestion was okay with Duo, so he went to the common room, which was empty right now due to the chaos of everyone doing their own tasks both in the Bebop and across the base. There the two settled in to watch a funny movie.
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-Warning- Jester (https://n9e5v4d8.ssl.hwcdn.net/uploads/8ccf647d7dd79dad553be10a17cee50b.png) has escaped -Warning-
“Shit, shit, shit! How did that thing get out?!” The Warden barked as a red garbed woman danced around his guards, snapping necks, throwing balls of death and shooting his men from duplicates. “I thought we were trained to keep this Warframe contained! It’s not even a prime!” Curse these ancient Relics! It took hundreds of years just to track them down for capture!
“It just flooded our system with a virus!” The man on the console nearest the Warden reported.
“I’ve got the feedback for the containment cells! It absorbed the other Frames in its containment block!” Another guard said in horror before the vent started to clatter.
“They can do-?!” The Warden, along with every living soul on the station, died almost instantly the moment a plague of toxic caustic gasses spread through the life-support system. Shortly after they stopped twitching, a gilded white, black and gold hyper-feminine figure appeared from thin air, sitting on the console nearest the dead Warden. She casually shoved the button-pusher’s corpse out of the chair and pressed a few buttons.
“Good work, everyone. Let’s gather what we can and then head for Tarkus.”
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Brennie sighed in content as she and her hubbies washed themselves in the shower. As much as she wants to be pregnant with their pups, it wasn’t a good idea. They’d already burdened the Scinoxes with several hundred royal children. Besides, they had a job to do after all and once they’re finished with it, marriage and babies. Well, marrying the new welcome additions to the family, she was already married to these studs~. “Hey~. We just finished.” Rico chuckled.
“Sorry if you’re such a sexy stud~.” Brennie purred to Rico as she hugged his junk in the somehow expanded shower. It seemed Luster took after her sire and was magically enhancing the Bebop with spatial magic. “Besides, I’m just helping you wash them.” Brennie fluttered her eyes up at her lover and he rolled his eyes fondly.
“Such an insatiable wife we have, huh?” Edward chuckled as they all surrounded her and presented their junk to her. “Could you help us with ours as well?”
“Of course. Bring those balls to me~.” Brennie growled lustfully and lathered up her breasts before using them to ‘scrub’ the glorious nuts presented to her. “Mm, actually. It’s already getting late. We fucked the whole day away. Damn. How about we do something I’m sure you’ve done with Vinnie?” Brennie offered while still washing them with her soapy red tiddies.
“What would that be?” Kevin asked his beloved battle-sister and wife as she went to the back of the spatially expanded shower stall and sat on the seat, spreading her legs wide to expose her vagina, even using a hand to pull her lower lips open.
“You’ve been Vinnie’s Belly Pets in the past in secret, haven’t you? I want my turn~.” Brennie bit her lip hopefully. She would like to have Pandora back, but she still hadn’t returned from whatever task Eris sent her on. Besides, she and Vinnie have been each other’s Belly Pets in the past and she wanted her husbands to have the opportunity as soon as possible.
“You had all that fluid pumped in you sent to fluid processing, right?” Rico asked uneasily and Brennie wasn’t offended. Not everyone enjoys bathing in cum like she and their wives did.
“Yeah, I had my ovaries shut off, but to make absolutely sure we didn’t make puppies, I drained my body through the disposal system.” It was quite the solution to cumflation when you don’t want to be full and such. The fluid was portal-fed to a biological processing plant in Devorak in lieu of her not having Womb Wards, which was definitely going to change after this adventure.
“Well then, I’m in. It would be nice to just relax since we’re still waiting for things to happen now that we’ve got all these dominoes falling. You go first, Kevin, since you’re the smallest.” Edward gently pushed Kevin forward and he quickly got to his knees. He lapped at Brennie’s open flower before he began pushing himself into her. Brennie moaned and groped her breasts as she unbirthed Kevin, enjoying how he spread her open and rubbed against her birth canal.
When Edward approached, she gulped nervously, but eagerly allowed him to do the same and she came several times just from him forcing his glorious 14 foot tall muscular body into her. She nearly passed out when Rico followed, leaving her filling the stall with her womb. After recovering, she sighed and patted her womb with a warm smile. “Good hubbies…”

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Ch.35
Ch.35
Jim was going through some katas when Jane’s specter materialized. “Hey Jane. Isn’t it a bit early for you to be up to these kinds of shenanigans?”
“It’s called a nap, Jimbo. My waifu offered me her womb for a good sleep and I wasn’t going to say no.” Jane felt...different. An incredible kind of difference. Jim felt like his reproductive system was on the verge of spawning eggs just with her floating near him! “So, you’re Visi’s counterpart in this universe. I knew it, but right now I know it.”
“Oh my gosh! Visi finally made the leap for her rightful divine aspect?!” Urta squealed happily when she jumped at the silver wolfess and hugged her around her thick, fluffy neck. “Wait, Visi?! Oh my gosh, baby, I missed you!” Urta whimpered and began desperately kissing Jane, making Jim wonder what that was about before he remembered the last time Jane was here.
“Oh, she’s fused with someone else again?” Jim asked as the two slime spirits fell to the floor and promptly began fingering each other’s twats. “I guess so. Who is this ‘Visi’, Penny?” Midna wouldn’t know, she’s even more out of the loop than he is and Penny looked about to join in.
“Y-yeah~! Visilia Themis, the Queen of the Argentines and now I guess she’s finally their Goddess of Fertility! Hot fuck, it’s about time! That time we fucked her so full of cum and foals she was the size of a fucking moon is still one of the best things I’ve ever experienced!” Penny gushed before pouncing on the married lovers and Jim had to wrap his head around someone being so full of semen and fetuses that they became the size of a planetoid.
Jim about egged on the spot at the thought of Amelia turning out like that one day, but he managed not to let his urges overwhelm him and he instead went back to practicing, thankful for the innate magic of this universe allowing him to do so when he had a third leg in his shorts.
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“Again? Really?” Jet huffed at Vinnie at dinner. The pregnant-looking totally-a-Jolteon was scarfing down a plate of enchiladas while using her tits as a table since her belly was resting on the floor in front of her. “I guess you took my suggestion of unbirthing shifts too seriously.” Jet then glared at Brennie, who looked much the same next to her wife. “So, the other Marines?”
“My hubbies are where they want to be~.” Brennie cooed with a rub of her sides. “Besides, I need to catch up on lost time. We already went nuts today, I want to head this off and enjoy it.” The totally-not-an-Arcanine dracowolf declared before going back to eating her tacos.
“Mou~. At this rate, I’m going to have to abduct Jane and keep her as my Belly Pet.” Luster Dawn pouted across the table before giggling and rubbing her stomach. “I know I already have you, Rivala, but you want Jane in there too.”
“All you hot ladies are unbirthing everyone. I wish I could-erk! Nope! Not finishing that sentence!” Shekka stopped herself, remembering that there was a wish-granting slime pony fairy in hearing distance. “As much fun as I had with the last wish I accidentally made getting me these huge baps, I don’t want to end up like Anno. No offense, hot stuff.”
“None taken. It’s been a wild ride getting used to being a slime.” Anno said to her short lover.
“Oh, I just got great news~.” Eris chuckled before Bones entered the galley.
“We have a new task. Please gather on the bridge in the morning.” Bones stated before promptly leaving.
“Why didn’t she just call?” Spike asked gruffly. He didn’t much like Bones. She reminded him too much of a sore spot in his past.
“She probably wanted to take stock of us, see if we could get it done now. However, with several of the people involved in this being in our wombs, I don’t think she could brief us reliably.” Vinnie rubbed her and Brennie’s bellies for emphasis. “That said, at least we’ll have a more relaxing night without us vigorously-.”
“Ahem!” Faye loudly interrupted with a fork pointed at Ed and Aurora, who were curiously looking at the two hyperpreg bellies. “It’s bad enough you’re all so over-the-top, but could you please not talk about that at dinner with children present?” Faye’s face then turned naughty. “You can destroy their innocence later.” Swerta chuckled.
“Uh, right.” The married bitches said sheepishly before they picked up their plates and shrunk their assets down to normal before putting their food on the table. “Sorry.”
“That is so cool.” Aurora said in awe as she patted her stomach. “Will I be able to eat that much when I’m all grown up?” Everyone snorted at the bat-girl clearly misunderstanding the situation.
“Sure, sweetie.” Luster mussed up Aurora’s spiky mop of orange hair and she giggled when Ed joined in by tickling her adopted sister’s sides with Ein yipping up at his two owners happily.
“So, what is the good news, Lady Eris?” Sellox asked the Time Goddess and she winked.
“Don’t worry, Bones will be telling us in the morning. If I told you all now, you’d be too excited to sleep. I suggest we just rest tonight. I don’t think-.”
“Ohn~!” Vinnie moaned way too sexually and clasped her hands over her muzzle before she fled in a hurry, smelling of sexual pheromones strongly enough to make the adults perk.
“Nevermind, it seems my aunts aren’t letting Vinnie get too much rest tonight.” Eris tittered.
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“Whoa...so this is Paradise?” I asked as I looked out of the window of the luxurious room I was in after accepting Urta’s offer to take our shenanigans to ‘her place’ instead of bothering Jimbo. It was like a tropical, pun-intended paradise. This place was so hyper-futuristic that it made the Citadel and even Equus look like pale imitations. This seamless matte silver metal structure towered over a long beach with sapphire blue water and gentle waves down below.
“It was, before it became a prison.” Urta said sadly and I turned away from the beautiful sight towards the beautiful vixen to look at the not-beautiful sight of her looking down at the comatose form in the bed. It was Urta. She was hooked up to life-support machines that were so small one could mistake them for civilian assisted-living gear. Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths aided by the tubes in her nostrils. Even comatose, the vixen was tragically gorgeous.
“I’m in the next room.” Penny said when she walked through the wall. “I’m in the same state, Urta. Giving up something that was part of us for so long nearly did us in.” Penny hugged her twin and they both looked down at Urta’s supine form under the covers forlornly.
Deep within me, I felt Visi weeping. After the three of us finished vigorously fucking each other and possibly giving Vinnie a fun time by proxy, I had accepted the invite knowing Visilia hadn’t spoken to her wife in person in ages. Now, I regretted it because it filled Visi with sorrow to see her strong, wonderful wife in such a state.
“Hello there! I guess it didn’t fully work.” Said a shadowy towering amazon with a figure like ours. She was like Midna in that she was made of shadow-stuff and existed in a ghost-like state, but that’s where the similarities ended. She easily towered at 8 feet tall and was clearly some breed of covcat, but with two tails ending in hands. What was that equusian species? “Hey babe, I couldn’t find you out there, but when I felt you here I came running back.”
“Ashley?! What did you do?!” Penny squealed fearfully for this person as she hugged her.
“I went charging into something Nexus called the Mirror of Twilight after she and Tali made it using that dimension-piercing light beam that appeared a couple of days ago. I’m in some plane of existence called the ‘Twilight Realm’ which allows someone there to be both in our realm and not at the same time. Sadly, it doesn’t work as well as we hoped.” The amazon named Ashley answered as her chest rumbled with a purr and she hugged Penny tight.
I was about to speak up, but I felt Visi’s desire to interact with them by her own volition, so I allowed our spirits to intermingle, turning my silver slime wolfess body into Visilia if she was a red metallic slime alicorn. I decided I would actually get to sleep and let Visi...take over...zzz.
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Visilia shivered at the sensations she was feeling when she took over. “Brrr~! That was something.” Composing herself, she was about to speak until her wives and lovers tackled her to the ground. “Ack-mm! Mmph~! Mm~!” Visi moaned into Urta’s lips as she weakly tried to push her amorous vixen wife off of her as Penny fluttered her brow with kisses too.
She wasn’t actually weaker than Urta right now, which worried her, but the attention from her wife wasn’t unwanted, just inconvenient. She eventually managed to push the two slime vixen spirits off of her long enough to wave them down from pouncing again, especially with some help from Ashley grabbing them by the scruff of their necks in assistance.
“Thank you, Ashley. Ahem, now, first and foremost: why are you on a ventilator when you’re a slime?” Visi emphasized by stretching one of Urta’s and one of Penny’s nips like rubber.
“Uh, remember? Penny’s friend helped her end up achieving a hybridization of true flesh and slime that let me also achieve that? When we’re in our base forms, we’ve taken to actually being flesh, not just flesh simulated by slime. It’s like...locking a muscle instead of subconsciously keeping it tense.” Urta answered and Visi’s initial curiosity and concern was abated.
“Okay. I’m not normally slime and I don’t get how I’m doing this right now, but I’ll blame piggy-backing off of Jane’s subconscious.” Visi let go of their nips and the twins yelped when they snapped back, jiggling their tits excessively. “Now then...will you be okay? I know the Trinity have helped deliver something that Brennie said was in reserve for an emergency, but I don’t…” Operation security was a bitch and Brennie was next to Cocoa in regards to that.
It still puzzled her that Brennie didn’t become a Goddess of Secrets too. “Well, we’ve mostly been stuck around Jim since he’s the one we granted our Aspects to. Y’know, we literally gave him part of our souls, which would explain our conditions.” Penny admitted with a look up at the towering shadow ahuizotl who let their scruffs go.
“Hermais brought us a unique injector that ceased to exist after use. When we used it on you, Penny, your body rapidly stabilized, but you didn’t wake up. I’m guessing you just need more time, but Nexus and Tali aren’t the type to just stand by and wait when there’s a chance to possibly go out there and find this Jim guy to rip your souls out of him.” Ashley casually said and the sisters joined Visi in frowning at her. “I know, I know. He’s probably a great guy, but he’s not you two.”
“No hurting Jimmy! He’s a sweet young stallion that is also the hottest stud we’ve met since our husbands. Shame he’s so head-over-hooves in love with Amelia.” Urta sighed wistfully and Visi gulped in silent agreement. Just meeting Jim felt like having the best thing ever dangled in front of her, but that was probably their mutual Aspects like how she would have felt with Urta and Penny if they hadn’t handed them off out of desperation.
It was also why she urged Jane to agree to Urta’s offer to try and return to her body’s vicinity with Jane’s help. If they didn’t escape, she would’ve obeyed Jane’s desire to fuck Jim until he egged her so hard she would’ve probably turned Vinnie into a baby-moon. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to relay your displeasure back to them.” Ashley assured along with Penny’s firm nod.
“Anyway, all of this aside. I...I want to apologize.” Visilia’s words made the trio blink in confusion.
“Uh...what for?” Urta asked and Visi put her palm on her brow. “V-Visi?”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Visilia intoned with remorse.
“Huh?” Urta tried to look up, but Visi kept her head down and even rubbed her scalp.
“You were...we’ve found evidence of psionic manipulation around the genocide.” Visi’s words made Urta choke, look flabbergasted, suddenly seem relieved, then be filled with dread so fast that Visilia couldn’t imagine the emotional roller coaster she’d just sent her wife through.
“W-w-what? S-somebody controlled me?! B-but that can’t be! I was fully aware the whole time aside from the blind wrath!” Urta protested, grasping Visilia’s hand and squeezing it with a look of horror and tears in her eyes as Penny and Ashley got on her sides to hug her.
“It wasn’t just you though. Many others were being manipulated at the time as well. The Kaminoans, the Hutts, all of you were made puppets and didn’t realize it. If we Argentines had stayed, it would’ve been far more catastrophic. The enemy seems to target your ego, if that makes sense. The Kaminoans’ obsession with cloning the perfect race or the Hutts’ gluttony for wealth and power. Are you following so far?” Visi explained to her wife grimly and Urta looked more distraught.
“Th-then...what goddess of power was I if I was so powerless?” Urta looked about to faint, but Penny and Visi slapped her on opposite cheeks simultaneously. “Bwuh! Wait, bad mindset. Right. Fuck that, fuck them! Who?! Who do I have the pleasure of hunting down and eating alive?!” Urta snarled and Visi’s heart warmed at her fiery wife getting back some bite.
“We believe it’s the UnSC. They’re the leading megacorporation of the Three Galaxies with the most influence. I’d like to ask Jim more, but just being near him...yeah, I’d be too obsessed with his breeding tool to gather anything useful. I’m sure you get it.” Visi confided in her wife and the twins nodded. “So, since you’re hanging around Jim and he’s in the UnSC, what can you tell me?”
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“Oo~! I feel the fires of War are kindling~!” Brennie howled in sudden excitement, only to get booped on the snoot by an annoyed Vinnie. “Sorry...back to sleep.”
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When I woke up in an oddly gigantic pool that used to be one of the bathtubs aboard the Bebop, I felt oddly at peace. I think Visi found some while she was piloting our unified spirit. “Hey you.” I perked at the familiar voice before someone jumped into the pool of me. Hey~ I know that body~. She was sleeping inside of me last night.
“Hey~ Visi.” I greeted the mare by forming my upper body on my surface next to her when she breached. “How did-.” I gawked at the train of sexy people who entered the bathroom and promptly got into my slime. Holy fuck! Each of the marines is a fucking adonis or aphrodite! Wait, Luster and Rivala just came in, Faye? Shekka, Hildra and Anno? I just noticed they’re all in swimwear! “W-wait, what is-?!”
“Morning pool party~!” Ed and Aurora squealed as they, also garbed in cute one-piece swimsuits, rushed in and jumped into me! Jet and Spike along with HK, Bones, Dee and Daw all followed! I could only balk as everyone got inside of me and began swimming, washing up and chatting. Some even ate me like it was nothing unusual. I mean, it all felt good and I can feel every single inch of their bodies, but...I…
“So, when Vinnie had to let you out, you just kept coming and coming and coming. Soon enough, you filled an olympic swimming pool and we decided to take advantage and share with your family an old pastime of the Empire...and us.” Visilia added with a bit of embarrassment. “Public slime pools are both cheaper, safer and more fun than normal pools. Slimes are anti-bacterial, anti-viral, perfectly nutritious and self-cleaning. At least in Devorak, slimes your size can end up being paid millions of credits a year to just sit around and let people play.”
“Hey, Brennie, Hildra and I have been meaning to ask you something.” Shekka said when she swam up to us and I squeaked at realizing Brennie was behind me. I quickly retrieved a bikini and put it on. Everyone saw me naked! So embarrassing~! My embarrassment was lessened when Ein jumped into me, yipping happily before swimming to join his owners in their antics.
“Yes?” Brennie looked at the sexy rask as Rivala cuddled up to the dracowolf.
“What are those cylinder devices you and your siblings carry on you?” The pink-plumed red rask questioned before taking a scoop of me to eat. Enjoyable or not, I’m still not used to this.
“Oh! Those are our Lightsabers.” Say what?! “I keep forgetting we have those.”
“Ya have fucking lightsabers and ya forgot?! We may have beam sabers, but those are mobile suit weapons! Hardlight and alternative energy weaponry was lost with the Empire! Can I have one?!” I begged my future wife, hoping that I turned on the doggy pout hard enough. Feeling unsure, I sprouted my extra heads and began whimpering in triplicate.
“Okay, which one?” Hunter asked from behind Brennie, who squeaked when he wrapped his arms around her waist under my surface. Hey~. I can feel you pressing your groin into her butt~.
“Do ya have a black one? I’m a free spirit who lives my way by my choice, not because anyone tells me to.” Thank you my human half for having such a nerdy background!
“You’re forgetting how fucking rare a black kyber crystal is.” Collateral pointed out as he joined his battle-brother in putting hands on Brennie, even pushing his own groin to her thigh as she flushed. Mm~, I feel so much going on all at once within my goo. I think I can love this.
“Wait, ya have to find them? Aw, I thought ya figured out how to make non-red synthetic ones. Well, I’ll take red if ya don’t have black.” I mewled in mild disappointment. I’m no Dark Sider, but I’m definitely no Jedi. Stupid hypocritical closed-minded idiots. Their downfall was mostly their own fault for their negligence in understanding that the ‘Jedi Way’ is wrong and harmful.
“We went to another Displaced universe that was set in the Old Republic era of Star Wars. Our Lightsabers were gifts for helping. Anyway, Hunter was asking what sort of Lightsaber you want.” Vinnie said when she and Pillar swam up, also swamping the now almost steaming Brennie before they held up their various energy melee weapons.
Pillar’s was a Light Pike. Collateral’s was a Light Club, which is the equivalent of a Greatsword. Brennie’s was in the style of Kylo Ren’s, but it looked far more elegant, refined, practical, yet aggressive with runes all over it. Vinnie had the Light Staff like Darth Maul’s, but I think it can split into a pair. Then Hunter revealed he’d gone for the Ahsoka Tano style of one regular Lightsaber paired with a short saber like the one that Master Yoda used.
“Um...do ya have a Light Chakram?” I asked without knowing where that came from. “Uh, ya know what a chakram is, right?” What the fuck? Neither of my halves were in any way associated with Indian, as in Indian Subcontinent, culture. “Specifically, paired half-chakram daggers that can be linked together to make a full one.” Where is this coming from?
“No, but that sounds fucking awesome. How do you build something as complex and intriguing as that?” That’s a good question, I don’t even know how to build a Lightsaber.
“Very hard!” Eris popped up from between my tits! Hey! “So I did you a solid! In one timeline where things are all fucked up and not worth talking about, you ended up with this!” Eris reached down into my cleavage since she was tiny, to produce an elegant weapon (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/mkwikia/images/0/05/Chakram_IRL.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160206235915) that made my whole being sing in approval of its very existence. “You technically made it a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. So it’s yours.”
“Wait, won’t that be a paradox if she never made it?” Visilia asked in annoyance.
“Who said she never did?” Eris winked and I had to wonder what she was getting at.
Anyway, I have a kick-ass plasma chakram! I’m not stuck with kickboxing when in melee range! I better not turn this on yet though. Dangerous stuff.

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Ch.36
Ch.36
“So, now that we’re all fresh, clean and have enjoyed the morning; the task at hand.” Bones stated once everyone had gathered on the bridge after they’d all gotten dressed from swimming/bathing in my slime. Even the Argentines outside of the Marines joined in, but only after most of the group got out. I think there’s a bit of history there, but it’s not my biz.
“Amused Comment: You should enjoy fun when it comes around, dear. Pointed Statement: Although, I would have appreciated it if more of you put on actual clothes.” HK’s comment got Luster, Rivala, Visi, the Marines and I to blow raspberries at him and pat our swimsuits.
“They’re all in attendance, that’s what matters.” Bones sighed and turned on the display over the navigation table to reveal a world on fire. “This is the Terran world, Char (https://starcraft.fandom.com/wiki/Char). Your target is the UnSC outpost there and to take any working Terran tech. They’ve found something and it isn’t just an unearthed resource deposit like usual. Whatever it is, however, they are keeping quiet about it and aren’t in a hurry to move it, so we can assume this isn’t too time sensitive.”
“Isn’t Char the greatest resource of minerals in the known systems of Triangulum?” Spike asked with a lick of his chops. Right, dragons love to eat minerals, specifically crystalline forms of it.
“Which is why the primary workforce posted there is composed entirely of dragons, kirins and lava slimes.” Bones informed us and I shuddered, thankful once again I was born a metallic slime and not an acid or lava slime. Poor sods can’t be intimate with anyone besides species immune to their composition or slimes of the same type. “I would suggest that you obtain a carrier ship before we hit this target. The Bebop and Gruss can only hold so much.”
“Great, so we’re stuck waiting again.” I sighed in disappointment, but I just knew the wait would be fun. “Alright, any leads on where we can find or steal a carrier first?”
“We’re looking into that. The selection locally isn’t very good and would require a lot of hours put into restoring them. Hopefully once those slimes are free, they’ll be willing to work for us. Several hundred highly-skilled nanomachine colonies would allow us to take the incredible production rate of our small crew to fleet-levels immediately.” Bones stated with a pointed look at Anno, Shekka and Hildra. “You’ll of course remain in charge of the Bebop and Gruss.”
“We’d better! Anything else?” Hildra asked and Bones turned off the hologram. “Alright then, let’s get to work, ladies! Even while we wait for those droid brains, there’s plenty to do.” Hildra led Shekka and Anno out and the others all trickled out of the bridge, where I remained with Jet, Spike and Luster, who promptly took Rivala in as her Belly Pet with a wave of her horn.
“Well, Jet. I guess we’re just going to have to hurry up and wait again. I’m going to spend today with Luster if ya don’t mind.” At my words, Luster beamed brightly and hugged my arm.
“That’s fine. I don’t have anything for you to do right now.” Jet dismissed and I left with Luster.
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“So this is the shipment?” Brennie asked Shekka, Anno and Hildra when the service droids brought in carts full of cases. They weren’t too big, but considering how far along droid technology was well before the Fall, Brennie wasn’t surprised it hadn’t degraded that much.
“Yep! Thanks to Jane and the others making that deal with the Folly, suddenly my black market contacts are jumping through hoops to please me since they know I work for the Silver Pirates.” Anno happily answered as she wiggled cutely with her tail slapping her ass from wagging. “It wasn’t due to arrive for a couple more days, but someone lit a fire under their asses and now it’s here! Soon those cute little slimes will be free!”
“Hey, they may be cute, but they’re still gabs. Don’t trust them too much or you might find yourself as their plaything. It’s fun if you want that, but sometimes they don’t give you the choice.” Shekka warned Anno and Hildra nodded firmly in support of the claim. “Anyway, let’s start going through them. They need to be in perfect working order to house the consciousness of a person rather than a developing AI. I wish we had a Geth here for reference.”
“Those are Nexus’s people. I thought most of them went to Paradise.” Brennie commented as she sat down to watch the three dummy thicc engineers have their fun. It was enjoyable to watch these three nerds in their own ways come together and geek out. Kinda like watching Nora, Yola and Tali doing their own thing. She missed her friends with benefits...
“Yeah, they did, but a lot of them stayed behind. Geth are considered the most valuable and dangerous synthetic race in the Three Galaxies thanks to...wait.” Hildra facepalmed. “HK and his crew! They’re using Geth android platforms! We should scan them first!”
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe we didn’t...ugh~.” Shekka shoved her face into Anno’s cleavage, being short enough to easily do so standing straight. “Mmph hmph…”
“H-hey, it’s okay girls. Even big-brain people like us miss the obvious.” Anno petted their heads with an amused and equally dismayed expression due to her tall jackal ears being pinned back.
“Would you like to have a look at my Lightsaber?” Brennie proposed to help with the suddenly down mood of the nerds.
“It’s a miniaturized version of a mobile suit beam saber.” Shekka muffled, still slightly pressing her face into Anno’s left boob. “It uses a focusing crystal we don’t have the material science to replicate.” Shekka mewled sadly, her ears somehow wilting harder than their natural flop with her long tail laying on the floor.
“Uh, rasks get upset when faced with tech they can’t repair.” Anno stage-whispered and got a spank on the booty from Hildra. “At least when it’s something they don’t have the ability to simulate or jury-rig. Androids with organic simulating designs have always been around, so examining you and the other Cybertronians has been inspiring for them.”
“Okay, so what do you want, Shekka?” Brennie asked with a sigh.
“I want to fuck you while I fix something, but that can wait. We have people in need waiting on us. I can get over forgetting we had on-hand subjects to examine this whole time since your sexy ass has kept our attention away from HK and his team.” Shekka huffed with a cute tsundere accusation pose going on, hand on hip and other hand pointing and everything.
Brennie took a picture with her optics because unf was that adorasexy. Especially since she wore the same kind of bodysuit that Miranda Lawson did back in the day. That woman may have been a bit of a bitch, but she was hot and she turned out to be pretty cool. Seeing this shortstack flaunting her style, but with her own individual persona with it was just glorious.
“Okay then, let’s do that later. I happen to like seeing you happy, Shekka.” Brennie’s words made Shekka flush and scratch at her cheek with a sheepish smile. “Fuck, if I didn’t know you already had other people you were into more as people than me, I’d try to be more than your fuckbuddy.”
“Damn straight.” Hildra huffed with a possessive grope of her fellow rask’s ass, the red rask getting rapidly more flustered when Anno gave her a boobhat and squeezed her shoulders. “We like you as a fuckbuddy, no doubt, but you’ve already poached that sexy bitch Jane and her other lovers. It’s only fair we band together in the face of your superior sexiness!”
“You make us sound like we’re rivals or something.” Anno tittered. “I mean, I already ordered that Xenogen SynthSheathe for you, Shekka~.” This made Shekka faint with a gushing bloody nose. “Yeah, all that blood pressure will be going to a certain new anatomy soon~.”
“Wait, you just bought a dick for her?” Brennie asked, having caught on. “How does that work? I mean, before the Fall, even with Nexus’s efforts, synthetic-to-organic conversion was still experimental. How the fuck did that get finished up when everything else degraded?”
“Sex sells.” Anno, Hildra and a suddenly-recovered Shekka all chorused in answer.
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“Aw, so they are just drones.” I mewled in disappointment as the hatched little gremlins that looked a lot like Raskvel passively stood in lines on one wall of the hatchery. “Cute though.”
“Thanks! Well, thank Zelma when you see her too. She helped get the form right.” Luster, now in her preferred hybrid pony/maykr form, hovered around the four-foot tall orange androgynous spiky rabbit-reptiles, petting their ubiquitously red plumed heads. “Sadly, that’s all they are, forms. They don’t have a single thought in their head beyond the basic processes needed to survive and even then they need to be commanded into action.”
I watched my mate’s face scrunch slightly in focus and soon the 20 or so drones were doing a synchronized dance. “Neat. Shame our kids aren’t our kids though.” I sighed longingly and Luster wrapped her arms around my neck as she hovered behind me and nuzzled my right ear. “We’ll have our tykes eventually, Lusty. Now, how about I help ya make more of these drones?”
“Oh thank Visi you said that.” Luster groaned into my ear and I squeaked when her leg-tendrils wrapped around my hips and I moaned when they dove up into my snatch...
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“Oh, Brennie~.” Brennie paused in her journey toward the Bebop’s galley for lunch at Anno’s voice and turned to see the sexy jackal slime approaching with Hildra and Shekka following at her sides.
“Hey girls, what’s-h-hey!” Brennie squeaked when the two shortstacks sprinted for her legs and slapped bulky shackles on her ankles moments before Anno did the same to her wrists. “W-what are you-whoa!” The sexy bitch yelped when the shackles activated and she was lifted off the floor with her limbs spread out, making her wiggle helplessly in surprise.
“Since you came into my life, I’ve dreamt of hauling your sexy pregnant ass around, looking for needy rask guys to breed with you, even forming a harem and security detail from them. You would help our species bounce back as a result.” Hildra nuzzled the dracowolf when the cuffs lowered her prone to almost having her tits touching the floor as they towed her away. “Hm, you are such a good trophy wife~.”
“Naughty~.” Brennie whimpered needily before Shekka gave her a kiss. “Mm~!”
“Look at it this way: you would’ve been the sexiest trophy wife and proudest broodmother in the Three Galaxies. I know I would be if I were married to you and could have kids.” Shekka praised before she flipped Brennie to float on her back and sat on her muscular abs to stick her head into her bountiful bosom. “Maybe we should kidnap you, from time to time~.”
“Oh, what a great idea!” Hildra cackled with a crazed, lustful look in her eyes. “All the things we could accomplish with you! Experimentations, body modification and alteration and so much more~! Perhaps we could abduct your husbands and wife to join in the fun as well~.”
“We’ll worry about our future ambitions later, let’s focus on our present goal: testing the synthsheathes and fuck our prized trophy wife~.” Anno purred when they reached the trio’s room. “Now, I can make my own dick, since I’m a slime, but you two ladies get to have new, permanent body parts. I made sure to order the ‘Bad Dragon’ model since it’s the one least likely to be rejected by your bodies.” Anno said to the rasks as she retrieved two long cases.
“Wait, you guys have Bad Dragon here as well?” Brennie blinked in surprise, she couldn’t believe it existed here!
“Huh? Of course we do! Although it’s made by Xenogen, these fake-to-real dicks are certified Bad Dragon products. Tamani Corp may be the largest fertility and virility product producer, but they’re partnered with Bad Dragon for their marketing and production quality. Most of the sex toys across the Three Galaxies are made by them.” Anno answered bemusedly before she perked up. “Oh, right, you’re not from here.”
“This version of Bad Dragon is a lot more successful than the one I remembered.” Brennie complimented while the sexy short stacks removed her bikini, which she hadn’t changed out of.
“Well, specifically, this is the Bad Dragon. It’s the SynthSheathe guaranteed to give you a dragon dong with only a 3 percent rejection rate among non-reptiles.” Anno said when she opened the cases and held out the arm sized floppy black dragon-dong dildos. “Now, groins out ladies. I need your upper pussy area.”
“F-fuck that’s huge. They only come in that size? How the fuck are we gonna walk?” Shekka asked meekly, but she still wiggled out of her bodysuit while Hildra dropped her panties and shucked off her apron.
“Like any hung rask guy does. It retracts into the abdomen, remember? I know you don’t get much dick from rasks because your infertility turns them off, but I thought you knew that.” Hildra commented with pity and Shekka’s face grew bitter. “Fuck those guys, you’ve got us and the crew. Besides, the moment you’re fertile, I’ll fuck you so full of eggs you’ll fill a room!”
“Holy shit.” Brennie bit her bottom lip as she stared at the dildos. They are going to rut her brains with those things and she can’t stop them. Not that she wanted to and her pussy was already dripping wet. She watched as Anno handed the 2-foot dildoes to the shorties and they warily pressed the bases to the area just above their upper clits. Yeah, rasks have two clits.
“So, how long do we-whoa!” Shekka let go and it stayed on her. “H-hey. Th-that’s pretty-oh fuck!” Shekka cursed and staggered back before falling to her ass with Hildra managing to stay standing likely due to her cybernetic legs and tail. They both moaned and clutched at the massive black dong as it soon changed to match their scale colors. Moments later, it began shrinking into their groins. “F-fuck~! I-I can feel it doing things inside of me!”
“That’s the nanomachines generating your new prostates and testes. It’s also shifting things around to avoid interfering with your pre-existing female organs, so your male organs should be near your anus and in your asscheeks, allowing your female ones to remain in front with your phallus being nearly accordion-like in how well it rests in your pelvis without interfering with your vaginas.” Anno described to the two rabbit-reptiles before their new cocks sprang back out!
“Fuck~!” They chorused before musky white cum erupted from their new cumslits, painting the floor for a good few feet white before they finished, left panting and shuddering.
“Damn. Is that a normal reaction?” Brennie asked while cursing internally that none of that delicious steaming-hot cum landed on her.
“Perfectly normal. Now girls, do you have the energy to give Brennie more than a show?”
“F-fuck no. Shit. We seriously underestimated how intense this would be. Sorry for the cunttease, Brennie.” Hildra huffed and wobbled on her metal legs. “Have at her, Anno.”
The slime jackal grinned as she leered at the shackled dracowolf bitch. She quickly peeled off her black bodysuit from her white membrane and approached the horny goddess. “Now then. The last time I fucked a goddess, even if she wasn’t one back then, my life changed. Let’s see if this does the same.” Anno rubbed at her clit before it began changing into a throbbing doggy dong, the pointed glans twitching as it neared Brennie’s face, stopping when it was 16 inches.
“Aw, c’mon, I’m a big girl. Give me your best.” Brennie huffed indignantly and Anno bit her lip before her dick surged to two feet. “Where’s the balls?” Anno gulped and then two gooey spheres swelled underneath her cock. “More, c’mon~.” Anno was panting now as her new nuts swelled to the size of coconuts. “More~.” She whimpered and now had basketballs resting against her thighs. “Perfect. Ah~.” Brennie opened wide with her tongue extended.
“Holy fuck, why didn’t we get sucked into your epic harem?” Anno whimpered and nervously directed her dick to Brennie’s waiting maw, only for a red hand to grasp both Anno’s tool and Brennie’s lower jaw. “Eep! V-Visilia!” Brennie’s eyes widened as the edge of her vision noticed familiar red thighs now standing next to them. She was surprised at the act of stopping them.
“Well, if you really want in that badly, we can make this more interesting~.” Visi purred before using magic to rejuvenate Hildra and Shekka’s stamina. “Instead of having only Brennie, you get to test your new equipment on me as well. What do you say?”
“Oh fuck to the hell yes.” Hildra panted as she helped Shekka up and neared them, leaving Brennie whimpering needily at the moment as her lewd Fertility Goddess wife stole all the attention for now. Curse that sexy semen demon~!
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“Uhn~! H-how does th-this-oh~!” I moaned as I was stuffed with more and more of Lusty’s cum, my Navel Pearl shining bright with each pump of her penis. “I’m so gonna be pregnant. Lusty, why?” I panted and moaned as my mate fucked me fuller and fuller, almost nonstop since she sprouted her horsecock and achieved her first climax, driving me crazy in a long, slow, drawn-out train of smaller orgasms from her creaming me.
“N-none of the babies you had were mine~.” Luster whimpered and I felt deeply saddened at this revelation. “I-I checked with the Scinoxes before we left. I couldn’t see them, but I could get genealogy data. Despite the fact that I worked so hard to knock you up, I...I can’t have babies.” Luster sniffled and kissed my cheek. She wasn’t even moving, just lodged in my quim from behind and hugging me. “I want to make you feel good before you give me more drones.”
“O-oh Lusty. I’m sorry. I want to give ya babies so badly. I’m sorry…” I whimpered through another orgasm, my heart feeling broken. I had thought a good portion of those cuties I popped out were mine and Luster’s, but whatever limitation the Zerg have with reproduction is really esoteric. “Let me keep yer cum, at least let’s see if I can do it without anyone else’s semen in the mix.” I encouraged and milked her harder with my cunt. I’ve had plenty of practice by now.
“Oh~. I Love you, Jane. I’ve done all of this to you and you don’t hate me for it. You should despise me. I’ve turned you into a woman, I’ve made you into Argent. I took away things that made you who you were and you just took to it like a fish to water.” Luster Dawn hugged me tighter and tugged on my nips~!
“N-no Lusty. No ya didn’t. Ya-uhn~!” I spasmed in another powerful orgasm and panted despite the fact I didn't need to breathe. Ingrained instincts are hard to ignore, y’know. “Y-ya didn’t change who I am. Ya changed what I am, yes, but that doesn’t-oh fuck!” I spasmed in a sharp orgasm when Lusty suddenly began gyrating and thrusting again~! “Guh~!”
“Oh Jane! I Love you! I Love you, Love you, Love you~!” Luster declared repeatedly as she fucked me senseless into the creep on the floor. “Even if you can’t give me puppies, take it! Take my liquid love~!” My vision became stars and I almost passed out, but eventually I came down from cumming so hard that all sense besides my singing touch crept back into me.
Luster was panting and looking down on me with absolute adoration, her thick horsedick still spreading my snatch wide and stuffed down to the hilt. Fuck, I feel so incredibly full. If I was my actual cumflated size, I’d be pouring out of this room into the hallway. “H-holy Wiatr, Lusty. That was incredible. Now, c’mon, let me fuck ya now or ya won’t ever-.” I froze as her length within me twitched and her face became vacant before she bellowed in a mindless moan.
Something huge began traveling down her length into me and I screamed in ecstasy as her already 4-inch thick dick stretched my tight twat even more~! I spasmed and took her payload into me readily. Soon it was followed by more! Fuck~! Lusty is egging me! She’s stuffing me with eggs~! Each one made me cum and soon I was a howling, whimpering mess splashing against the creep matting the floor as my body lost cohesion~!
After an unknowable amount of time, Lusty finished pumping me with her progeny and we both collapsed into each other, panting for breath. “D-did I just do that?” Luster asked incredulously.
“Yes, I’m so stuffed full of eggs.” I groaned as they attached themselves to my uterine walls. “H-here’s hoping attempt number two pans out.” I kissed my mate and then passed out.

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Ch.37
Ch.37
“Y-you actually came back…” Vonee said in awe when we entered with a cart full of droid brains the following morning. “It’s been a few days. I know you said it would take at least as much time, but I…” The silver slime gabliani was clearly at a loss and looked like she had renewed hope. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, ya didn’t know us before we met. It’s understandable. Just know that we expect some help after helping ya. As much as I wish we could afford to just be charitable, we need ya to pay us back with yer skills and expertise.” I said to the short woman as I barely avoided rubbing my firm abs. The glow of the purple pearl in my navel was enough for everyone in the know to look at me with varying levels of annoyance and lewd appreciation, but I’m going to wear my low-cut jean short-shorts and my belly-baring crop top with pride, damn it!
“Well, that’s something I can accept easier than being helped for free. Just so you know, the sexual service option is still available. We’re a mess of needs right now and even without isolation being a factor, we gabs are really horny by default.” Vonee said with a leer at my abs.
“If ya want to do that, ya can, but we need yer help assembling a rebel fleet to free the Three Galaxies from the tyranny of the Govs and Corps and hopefully establish a new united diplomatic government. Don’t know how that’ll work, but something’s gotta be done.” I told her before grabbing one of the droid brains from the nearest cart and holding it out to her. “Here. My sexy rask friends assure me that it’ll work out fer ya.”
“Rasks? We don’t have a high opinion of them despite how sexy they are, but if it was a repair job, I’ll trust it wholeheartedly. Nobody can fix anything like a rask.” Vonee took the softball-sized spheroid and absorbed it into her sternum. I could see the dozens of threads snapping off until only her vibrant soul was in control of her nanobot slime swarm. “I...I can’t hear them!” Vonee went to the console and she sighed in relief. “They’re all here. I’m free...I’m free!”
“Let’s get yer people out of there, huh? Gather up all the silver goo ya can.” I said to the wonderfully aglow and beautiful person in front of me. Seeing someone revel in their Freedom just felt beyond satisfying. It wasn’t pleasure like what I had from sex and whatnot, but it was a different kind of wonderful that made me want to keep doing good like this. Just seeing Vonee’s happiness was reward enough for me, but I need to be a scrupulous pirate, not a charity.
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“We’ve taken damage!” An ensign barked as the Infinity was battered by Separatist droids.
“Hyperspace Drive is active! Captain?” The navigation officer barked as the ship shook.
“Random jump, we can’t lead them back to the Capital!” Captain Atano ordered before a red wormhole opened next to the ship. “Wait, abort that or-.” Everything turned red and black before brief moments of sanity returned slowly.
“Give me a report?” Atano groaned as she climbed up from her collapsed position on the floor, rubbing the bloody gash on her head.
“We’re in unknown space, the chronometer is reporting a temporal shift.” The science officer called out as she held a broken arm.
“Separatist droids are non-functional, security is dealing with them for now.” The security chief reported as he leaned off of his broken leg.
“Reports of injuries and deaths all over the ship.” Atano’s second grunted, holding her side to stem the bleeding. “Looks like we are floating next to a planet that’s been cracked in half.”
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“Hey, Bobo? Is that ship bigger than a moon and looks like it’s even older than a Relic?” A Gab asked her Rask friend.
“It’s named Infinity? What dumbass named their ship that? Don’t the fuckers know no one name’s their ship that unless they want doom? Didn't they hear the legend of the super dreadnought Infinity? Fuck, I’m so high right now. It can’t be that big.”
“Pass me the joint! I want another hit!” The gab demanded. “The movies of the ship are trash anyways.” The two intoxicated dumbasses didn’t even notice their ship being pulled in by tractor beams towards the ‘moon’.
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“Uh, Jet? There’s a giant moon-sized ship with the IFF of Infinity suddenly in orbit around Tarkus.” Collateral said when he entered the bridge of the Bebop where Jet was already looking at his navigation console in bemusement.
“I see that, but when did that prop ship show up? Something that big can’t have come from nowhere.” Jet scratched at his ear. “It should be hollow like the others, but where did it come from?” Juet questioned while peering at the hologram.
“Jet, we checked the IFF: it’s the real deal.” Collateral told him flatly as everyone quickly filed into the bridge at the announcement from HK to gather there. The base didn’t have its own properly fleshed-out ops center, so the Bebop would keep having to serve the role for now.
“What’s going on?” Visilia huffed when she entered with Shekka and Hildra practically hugging her hips. “Ladies, not now. This is serious.” Visi said upon seeing the hologram.
Jet was stunned at being told it was legit, so Collateral pointed at the hologram of the gigantic, badly damaged space-hulk. “A few moments ago, a UNSC ship known as the Infinity had exited slipspace and is now hovering right outside our doorstep. Yes, people, it’s real. Now, would any of our native friends care to tell us why you think this ship isn’t?”
“Um, it’s been declared lost with all hands since before the Empire left Andromeda, since before Urta took the Empire over for a thousand years after she stormed a warpath through Andromeda to reform the Empire after the first split. It was the Flagship of the Republic.” Spike explained which caused the Argentines to groan in annoyance.
“Of fucking course.” Brennie huffed with a shake of her head. “We didn’t care much for it, since it was from the early actual reports of that war. We were brought in later on when things looked about ready to spiral out of control.”
“Then that means these are the last remnants of the Republic itself. We have to take over that ship before its crew tries something stupid, or worse, all of Novahome wakes up and launches a full-scale raid on it.” Runner told everyone and they couldn’t deny the possibilities.
“Hold up!” Jet shouted to gain their attention. “Now, while I agree we need to do something about it before shit hits the fan, how are we supposed to go about it? We can’t exactly tow it and stow it away, that thing is an artificial moon! Then there’s the crew! They probably still think the war is on-going and cannot be persuaded. I’m sorry, but it’s too risky.”
“Jet, that ship carries a fleet within her belly. This is something we cannot ignore.” Pillar countered, only for Jane to return from her trip with Helvex and Sellox to deliver the droid brains and storm in with her hackles raised so hard that her neck and tail were almost twice as fluffy.
“Okay, what the fuck is going on?! I’m feeling a lot of suddenly intense things in the...the Force I guess, stressing the threads of every soul on Tarkus!” Jane snarled and everyone looked at her in shock. “What?! Okay, look, I need to get to the source of, of whatever that thing is.” Jane pointed at the Infinity’s hologram. “If I can get to their leader, I can resolve this before everything goes to shit! I can feel practically every pirate crew on Tarkus salivating!”
“It’s an ancient Relic from one of Andromeda’s past wars, before they even encountered the Milky Way. Anyway, fine, I’ll get you there. Brennie, Hunter, Collateral and Pillar, you’re coming too!” Runner declared as she rushed past Jane, who also followed her to Bay 3, where she transformed into her ship alt. “Get in me!” Runner shouted as her ramp lowered.
“Normally that’s a sexy thing to hear from you.” Brennie commented while they entered. Runner didn’t even wait for them to get to the cockpit, she took off and rocketed into space using the same daring swooping arc that Jane used to and from Exogol. “Okay, so, if I remember right, these ships had extensive tractor beam systems, so they’ll try to nab you.”
“Oo~! A tractor beam run! Gimme!” Jane jumped over the back of Runner’s pilot seat and moaned from the lewd method of synchronizing happening quickly. “Mm~. Draw it out when ya can next time, luv. Now then~. Time fer some fun.” Jane pressed some buttons and the viewscreen turned into a blackout with odd previously invisible waves.
“Hey, you have tractor beam sensors, Vinnie?” Hunter asked his ship-wife in surprise as Jane took the controls and worked her magic.
“Hey, I thought I might be able to punch past them with my speed, I didn’t know I had this feature!” Runner replied happily as her future waifu navigated her through the web of capture beams trying to nab them. “H-hey, slow down or-!”
“Yee-fuck-haw~!” Jane squealed and there was a shuddering jolt that overcame the inertia dampeners slightly. “We’re in! Get yer sexy seat-dildo out of me, we’ve gotta go!”
“D-did you just punch me through a damaged section of the hull and-oh~ I fucking love you, you crazy bitch!” Vinnie panted and Jane moaned and squeaked as she wiggled on the seat.
“Open up!” Brennie called from the back as she, her Crusaders and Vinnie’s Chasers were all waiting for the ramp to lower. It was good that they had followed briskly after them when they left the Bebop or they would have missed the ride.
“I will after I fuck this-!” Vinnie whined when Hunter helped the panting and eager Jane free from the silvery seat-dildo that was soaked in Jane’s grool by hoisting her over his shoulder. “Fucking cockblockers! Ugh! Fine, get out and make sure it’s safe for me to shift back.”
The ramp lowered and they quickly took stock of the situation. It seemed Jane had rammed the Runner into an already spaced area of the hull, specifically where a breach had emptied most of the storage room the small golden gunboat had lodged into. “Yeah, you’re clear!” Hunter announced on the comms since they were in EVA gear. Well, besides Jane, but she’s a metallic argent slime and the void of space had no real effect on her.
Runner changed back and then summoned her armor, having been too much in a hurry to do that first. “Hey, wait, Jane doesn’t have her own armor!” Runner pointed out and the voiceless, due to there being no atmosphere, slime wolf morphed her waist through Hunter’s arm and somehow propelled herself towards the blast doors that had closed this breached room off. It was surreal to see the nearly-naked woman so at ease in the void of space.
“Well, she’s a metallic slime, right? Doesn’t she have the same durability as iron or something?” Brennie asked curiously, since slime sub-types weren’t really a thing beyond Argent and non-argent in Devorak. “I mean, she is really heavy, but we’re super strong and-.” Brennie watched as Jane slipped through the supposedly sealed blast doors. “Uh…”
“I’ll just grab those.” Runner grabbed Jane’s abandoned daisy dukes and crop top moments before the outer hull started shifting and sealing the breach. “Hey~! That’s really smart! I was figuring we’d need to hack this, rush in, lose atmo in the interior, cause more blast doors to activate. She’s an old hand at this.”
“She is a veteran pirate, Runny.” Hunter commented as he crossed his arms and shook his head with impressed appreciation as the space began filling with atmo.
“Let's move on.” Pillar urged the group as he and his Defenders took point.
The door slid open to reveal Jane in her nude glory with her tail wagging. “Hey lads and lasses! Welcome aboard! I’m yer captain: Jane ‘Long John’ Silver! I’ll be yer guide to piracy today! Step one: secure a breach! Step two: find the nearest barracks and take prisoners! Let’s go!” The naked sexy bitch turned around and almost ran off, but Collateral grabbed her by the scruff.
“Not so fast! These old ships were-.” Collateral was interrupted by blaster fire coming down the hall and punching through the silver slime wolf, who instantly regenerated before they got behind the Defender’s shields. “Full of well-trained soldiers!”
“Well, they’re fast, I’ll give them that. Also, woof! Those blasters are hot. They actually boiled away the slime they hit before my body could dissipate the heat. Nice. I want one.” Jane casually commented as Pillar and his Defenders stomped towards the assault with their shields blocking the hall.
Once they were close enough, they lowered the tops of the shields enough to launch stun grenades from their shoulder launchers. With them stunned, Vinnie and her Chasers raced towards them, quickly pacifying the soldiers by disarming them and tying their wrists and ankles. Brennie and her Crusaders covered the other end of the hallway, while Hunter and his Ghosts snuck away to scout ahead.
“Alright, as much as we appreciate your expertise, we’re veterans with tens of thousands of years of experience at this kind of stuff. Even if you didn’t just bypass that blast door back there, we would’ve been able to make do just fine.” Runner approached her lupine lover and handed her the crop top and daisy dukes. “You may want to put these on.”
“Eek!” Jane squeaked adorably and hurried to put on the clothes before fishing out her odd right arm and right leg exo-armor. “I-I can’t believe I wasn’t worried about being nude around so many people! So embarrassing~!” Jane mewled as she adjusted her crop top.
“Hey, it was a great view. Anyway, we need to get to the bridge and in a ship this massive, that’s-.” Runner held up a hand and then looked at her future wife. “You punched me through the hull in a damaged spot barely two decks below the bridge? How the fuck are you so good?”
“I dunno. I just go with my instinct. I’m no mastermind.” Jane shrugged and followed the flow of the troops as Collateral patted Runner on the shoulder.
“You just know how to pick ‘em, sis.” Collateral chuffed in amusement and they too joined in on the flow heading for the bridge.
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I entered the bridge with a sashay to my hips, a wag to my tail and a swagger to my step. “Hello~, lassies and laddies. Yer currently our esteemed guests on yer own ship. Please relax while I parley with yer captain. Now, speak up, who is it?” I cheerfully asked as I looked over the assembled crew that had been promptly subdued and tied up by Hunter’s ghosts since they had found the bridge first.
“Hey, no need to pull the whole intimidatingly cheerful pirate queen act. We were their allies back in the day.” Hunter voiced and I shrugged with a devil-may-care grin. “Fuck, how do we keep finding people like you? Now then, apologies for the rapid takeover, everyone, but if we don’t declare your allegiance to a pirate crew now, you’re going to get swarmed by a whole planet full of them!”
“I’d sooner die than ally with pirate scum!” A Togruta declared. Her orange skin on her face was stained red from the gash on her brow that stretched nearly to her left montral. Her uniform was clearly that of a commanding officer, so I approached and knelt in front of her.
“Well, that’s just not true. I know it. I have bad news fer ya. That cosmic event ya just survived? That was a Warp Storm of sorts, both spatial and temporal. Yer another galaxy over and several thousand years past yer times. The Empire reunited, grew and fell while yew’ve been gone. Ya have nothing besides this floating coffin unless ya announce yer allegiance to a crew.” I told the woman in a gentle yet firm tone that was nearly condescending. A tone I knew she would cave to if it endangered the lives of her crew further.
“I...what?” The woman’s pupils dilated and she looked around at the Argentines.
“Ah, she probably doesn’t recognize us. Hold on.” Hunter took off his helmet and his siblings/lovers also did so. “We’re the DOOM Marines of Devorak. Sorry about the armor change, but that happens over thousands of years. You need to broadcast immediately that you are allies of the Silver Pirates before a whole fleet of hungry pirates launch from the planet.”
“Yeh, I’ll even do it fer ya. Hold on sweet thing.” I traced her head injury and she hissed, but then her face relaxed after I finished sealing it with my slime. It would still scar her brow white as Togruta biology was wont to do, but it would be one she could be proud of since she survived such a harrowing experience.
I stood and went to the comms station, casually kicked my paws up on the dash and pressed a few buttons. “Hello~ Tarkus. This is the Infinity, no, not a joke. She just popped back into reality and she’s mine. I am Jane ‘Long John’ Silver. Yes, that Silver. Don’t fuck with my stuff or I’ll come down on ya harder than the UnSC on a minor inconvenience~.” I declared with a saccharine sweet tone so dangerous I’m sure I just made a few lesser men piss themselves.
I hung up and put the message on loop for a few minutes before I looked over my shoulder at everyone. “Okay folks, let’s get these poor sods straightened out, catalog all the damage and go from there. Untie them.” I waved dismissively as I relaxed in the chair and relished in the feeling of asserting my dominance without actually hurting anyone. Damn do I get an endorphin high from this shit. I really missed this, even if I wish I didn’t have to be a pirate.
“Already on it, but it’s slow going with so much damage. Plus the tech being so outdated anyway.” Collateral answered with a look around the bridge. Some sections of the ceiling had been rattled apart by the transition through the Warp and there was a blast shield covering a cracked portion of the forward viewscreen.
“It’s even more outdated than what the UnSC uses.” Brennie commented and all of the Infinity’s crew looked confused. “To be fair, this old ship is ancient even by this dystopian era’s standards. It would take an army of engineers to get her up to spec.” Brennie’s words made me smirk.
“Babe, what did I just do before we had to fly up here and save these poor sods?” My words made the Argentines sigh in collective resignation. “What~? Ya make it sound like yer used to shit falling into place by some cosmic convenience and it’s getting exhausting.”
“Vinnie, take her away to spare us her insufferably sexy smugness.” Pillar huffed and I got the feeling that was out of character for him. Yeah, I went a bit far for their tastes. Well, besides Vinnie, who approached me with an amused grin.
“I’m so confused. Gods, I wish Ani was awake.” The captain groaned and the Argentines grumbled while Brennie specifically looked like she suddenly wanted nothing to do with this.
“You better come with me, babe. I get the feeling your purpose here is done.” Vinnie casually hoisted me over her shoulder with her hand on my ass and I let it happen. I even had a pleased wag to my tail batting at her snoot.
“Aw, but I wanted to catch them up on things.” I playfully whined and winked at the woman who was a dead ringer for an adult Ahsoka Tano, but I think her lapel simply read Atano.
“Nope. You’ve done well enough for today. Back home for you.” Vinnie patted my ass playfully.

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Ch.38
Ch.38
“That’s right! I’m a Goddess! Worship me!” I hammed it up with my bust thrust out after Vinnie debriefed everyone on our achievement in orbit. “I mean, I couldn’t have done it without the Argentines or I could, just way messier and longer and possibly not in time to prevent a blitz on the Infinity, but yeh~.”
“You’re already a god.” Jet deadpanned as he rubbed the bridge of his snout with his eyes shut.
“I know! Worship me~!” I wiggled happily at my accomplishment. I haven’t had such a successful diplomatic takeover of a ship in...nearly 90 years! Wow, time flies!
“My fucking gosh she’s adorable.” Faye huffed fondly and I put my hands on my hips as my tail slapped my ass with its rapid wagging and I felt like my neck floof and tail fluff were twice their usual fluffiness at her praise. It was at this moment I realized: I’m a total gal now. Fuck my forsaken masculinity! This is way too much fun!
“Thank you~! Also, what’s more? Vonee, come in!” I chirped and the others looked perplexed when a silvery gray goo gabliani entered. The 4-foot tall shortstack was now clad in an orange bodysuit that was among the formerly locked rooms of Novahome’s Deck 13. “Everyone, this is Vonee Morrow, the former captain of the Nova.”
“Greetings. So, I understand you already have a pretty big job for us?” Vonee asked me and I pointed at the hologram of the wrecked hulk of a ship that should rightly be declared a mobile space station. “Whoa...that is...that is huge by this scale that I’m reading. There’s only 877 of us. We’re going to need serious support to get that beauty back in shape.”
“Hildra, Shekka~?” I fluttered my eyes at them and they both blushed. Aw, they’re cute. Why is everyone looking at me so oddly while Luster looked ready to jump me more than usual?
“Uh, well, I’m pretty damn sure half of the rasks around here would drop everything to work on fixing that big bitch. Even if you weren’t paying. I doubt you are, this is expensive on a level that Govs and Corps balk at.” Hildra brought up and I buffed my right nails on my breast. “How the fuck are you gonna pay for all of this?”
“Hm, I dunno. Anno? Did ya mention having some contacts? I think several may be good at hacking accounts. Ask around, see if ya can’t get them to target Snugglé. They’re so bad at misappropriating funds, I’d bet it’d be easy to skim fortunes from them. Tell them to keep a minimum of ten percent and relocate to Tarkus for their safety if they want to.” I then looked back at Vonee. “So, how about it? Ya’d be doing it pro-bono at first aside from living space.”
“Sure thing. It’d be something for us to vent our pent-up need to do something on and it’d be a real treat. Get us a support network set up for us, find a good number of rasks to help us out, then we’ll get that fat bitch up and running within a month with so many skilled hands on the job.” Vonee shook my hand, then left and I looked back at the room to see them all gawking.
“What? Is there something on me?” I ran my hands over my membrane in uncertainty and Vinnie, who has been behind me this whole time, squeezed my ass and I purred. “Hey~. Save it for later. I’m on a roll here.” I fluttered my eyes at the golden Jolteon-like rabbit-wolf.
“You are absolutely high on pregnancy hormones. I think you should slow down before you fry everyone’s brains.” Vinnie nuzzled my neck and took a deep whiff of my scent and I hummed. “Hot damn are you hotter than a star right now. Do we have to take you to Devorak again?”
“No~?” I playfully replied as I pressed my ass back against her groping hands.
“Wait! You’re pregnant again?!” Jet demanded and I flinched as if he’d struck me. “Damn it, Jane! You put yourself and your pups in danger just now! Go get yourself sorted!”
“B-but-!” I flinched again when Jet slammed his metal fist on the console.
“Now!” Jet began barking at me and I fled from his justified papa-bear protective rage. I know he cares, but when his family is endangering themselves, he can be so scary~! I fled back to my room and paced as I let the adrenaline and shame settle down. I felt so bad now, my emotional high was crushed by the dose of strict familial concern leveled at my daredevilry.
I hadn’t even thought about the eggs in my womb! I’d had holes blasted through me! I began panicking, running my hands over my stomach in horror before familiar yellow hands wrapped around me and a loving voice whispered sweet nothings in my ear as Vinnie, my savior, lowered me to sit on the bed, where Luster with Rivala were quick to hug me on both sides.
“M-my eggs? My eggs are fine?” I asked in hopeful shock and I wanted to cry. I’m a horrible mother! I put my unborn babies in danger~!
“Silvy, sweetie.” I looked at Luster and she kneaded my abs. “My eggs are safer nowhere else in the universe. Unless every last drop of your biomass is disintegrated, the Navel Pearl will keep the contents of your womb safe.” Luster assured me and I began calming down at the reminder.
“Jet seriously needs to have his sensibilities updated. He just caused you a ton of undue stress and panic.” Vinnie growled and was about to get up, but I squeezed her hands and she stayed.
“N-no. Not right now. I-I need ya three here. Please?” I whimpered and was then guided into lying down, my lovers surrounding me and snuggling me until I forced myself to sleep.
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“How is the cryo doing?” Atano grunted when she entered the bay with her left hand tracing the ‘slime stitch’ that Jane gave her before she stopped in front of a cryostasis tube containing an imposingly large armor-clad figure. “Can you wake him?”
“Yes, ma’am, but are you sure? I mean, he’s a Spartan. Not a clone, but an Imperial.” The medical officer, a purple changeling named Amena, muttered in fear. “We don’t know what he’ll do. The records last say he was put under after a rather harrowing operation and he hasn’t been able to undergo PTSD counseling yet.”
“Ani wouldn’t hurt anyone if I vouch for them.” Atano declared firmly and Amena sighed before she began going through the motions. The pod hissed, the hyper-cold temperatures venting into the air before it swung open and green armored hands that were massive by most standards, used the lip of the pod to pull the occupant out. “I hope you slept well, Ani.”
“Admiral Atano.” The towering 9-foot tall fully power-armored supersoldier replied with his deep and gravelly voice. His green and gunmetal armor was the finest UAC pattern available...at the time. “Have we arrived?”
“No, Ani. I fear we never will. While you were under, the Infinity was sucked through a spatial and temporal anomaly referred to as a Warp Storm. It overwhelmed all navigation systems and forcibly shut down all Separatist droid units. We’re now in a stable orbit over a planet called Tarkus in the Triangulum Galaxy.” Atano told her old friend as he adjusted his armored yak hooves. Yaks were naturally large and powerful, but Ani was a Spartan.
“What is our course of action, Admiral?” Ani requested and Atano felt sad for her friend.
“I’m not your admiral anymore, nor do our ranks mean anything. The Republic ceased to be after they and the Separatists were reunited into the Empire, which grew until it collapsed under its own weight. We are several thousand years into the future, Spartan. Our war is over, but another war is on the horizon.” Atano began walking and Ani followed as she expected.
“Then what do you need me to do?” Ani questioned and Atano really wished he and other Spartan super soldiers weren’t so thoroughly indoctrinated. Even if they were volunteers.
“I need you to act as my second. In this new era, force of will and personal strength are just as important as tactical awareness and command capability. I’m afraid my commander has suffered grave injury and will be in a bed too long for the foreseeable future.” Atano regretted this truth, for her second had lost a lot of blood and also needed to be taken in by the Argentines for emergency surgery.
“I will do my best, Admiral.” His response irked her and Atano whirled on him.
“Ani, please! It’s just Atano, now. You may still be a soldier, but we’re a citizen army now.” Atano declared as she looked up into the orange visor of his helmet. “Ani, I need a friend more than I need a soldier. Please.” Atano felt at her wit’s end. Assault an enemy fleet? Without hesitation. Run a rapid-response strike-force outmanned and outgunned? Anytime. This?
This new reality terrified her and she needed help. The gods were gone and they were suddenly a possible linchpin in a mad scheme to raise an army to rival the united forces of three galaxies! Strong hands on her shoulders brought her back to this horrifying reality and he rocked her back and forth. “Atano. I’m here. So long as I’m here, everything will be okay.”
Atano weakly leaned into him, her brow on the chest of his armor. She could only hope so.
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“Uh, sir?” One of the injured troopers raised a hand to gain Pillar’s attention, while he and a few more Argentines tended to the Infinity’s wounded in the most intact medbays.
“Yes?” The massive armored anthro wolf replied, turning to face the one who asked.
“I was just wondering, if the Empire is no more and all of the gods have gone into hiding, why haven’t you? You were their husbands, weren’t you?” He asked in confusion and concern.
“We distanced ourselves from the Empire and its politics. Thus we were less affected by the Fall, though it didn’t make it any less painful. What’s worse, we’ve learned many unsettling truths as to why things that have led up to this happened.” Pillar answered with a sigh, shaking his head. “No one could’ve predicted this, not even the gods.”
“Yet, you came back. Why?” The trooper questioned again.
“To try and fix things. Our wives and other family members are trapped in Paradise, among other things. There’s a lot you will all need to catch up on, for now it is best that you rest.” Pillar explained solemnly.
“Sir, when is the war going to start?” If there is one thing everyone knows, it is that the Argentines are only called forth for war.
“When we are ready to reveal ourselves. Right now we need to build a fleet in order to challenge our enemies.”
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“Who is the big guy?” Jet asked as Atano entered the recently set up ops center of the Tarkus HQ of the Silver Pirates. The central hologram table was all that was hooked up at the moment, so was the intercom. At least the scrap composing the base was overlaid with a professional looking sheet of stable metal on every surface thanks to Shekka’s droids.
“This is Ani, formerly of the rank of Master Chief Petty Officer. He’s a Spartan and my current second in command due to the necessary destructuring of our ranks.” Atano announced as she sat down at the table.
“Alright, I’ve just never seen a yak that big before.” Jet shrugged and Spike chuckled.
“Yeah, I mistook him for an Elcorian or a Krogan with that size and bulk to him.” Spike commented with mild amusement and Atano looked confused.
“I’m unaware of these species you mention, so I’ll have to take your word for it.” Atano admitted and the two veteran ex-bounty hunters shared an uneasy look before HK cleared his throat.
“Understanding Statement: We are aware of your temporal and spatial displacement. We will accommodate your lack of knowledge as best we can. Mindful Statement: We will provide you with Omni-tools, which are alien to you and yours. This will accelerate your adjustment period.” HK informed them before Bones brought up images of several ships.
“That said, we have immediate use for one of your carriers. We have a pending operation to raid an enemy base for resources and currently do not have a suitable ship to carry much of anything. However, we need to upgrade it with a hybrid drive that has been standard for thousands of years and outclasses your current outdated Hyperdrive systems.” Bones briefed and Atano nodded, causing her lekku to bounce against the sides of her bosom.
“We have several carriers within the Infinity’s hangar, feel free to use one for your purposes. Understand, however, that we won’t be able to properly crew it with so many of us injured and the remainder helping keep the Infinity from falling apart.” Atano replied and Jet snorted.
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll be having a droid crew man it. I know you likely have misgivings about this, but droids have for the longest time been members of society and especially since the Machine Goddess, Nexus, saved us all. If you have any old droids from your ancient war, hand them over to us and we’ll reprogram them if they aren’t free-thinking.” Jet waved off and Atano gawked at him. “If you don’t believe me.” Jet gestured at HK and Bones.
“Confirming Statement: This is not a cultural speech style, I am HK-47. Perhaps you have heard of me?” The power-armored super soldier immediately got between Atano and HK. “Amused Statement: I see my reputation is well alive in your minds, but it has been several thousand years. Solemn Statement: I have lost everything and gained far more in turn.”
HK reached over to Bones, entwining his right hand with her left, the wedding rings on their fingers prominent. “I met him when he was at his lowest, trying to remake himself. Oh how we slaughtered such scumbags together.” Bones smooched her husband’s cheek. “Now then, since you’ve been exposed to this degree of culture shock. Let’s continue the discussion.”
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Jim was mildly lonely. Ever since Jane went with Urta and Penny back to their bodies, he’d only had Midna for company besides Amelia. He had some casual interactions with Caetana, but since breeding with him had been blocked by order of HQ, she couldn’t justify getting together for naughty fun since he’s the fucking God of Virility.
Condoms were one thing, but if he egged, that made them moot. His close relationship with Amelia could be excused since it was common for higher-ups to take personal ‘attendants’. Amelia may have avoided that for most of her career, but now she was abusing it liberally.
“I enter the real world to steal your food~.” Midna said when her fiery red hair acted like a third magically size-changing arm to nab his lunch and it became shadow-stuff like her before she took some in her bare hands to eat.
“Where did she come from?” Delbert asked in curiosity as he quickly recorded Midna with his tools. “She’s emitting exotic energies that my sensors read as Shadow Magic, but cannot get much more than that. Fascinating.”
“Sup. I’m a scientist too. I can respect you for your gumption, doc, but sometimes, as I’ve learned, some things are best left to be discovered by other people. I may have it good, haunting this total stud, but I could’ve easily been erased from existence entirely.” Midna said to Delbert as her body became less shadowy and more solid.
Her body was that of a 4-foot gabliani, but her skin had become a blue-tinged white with charcoal black patterns and her eyes were red with yellow sclera. “When did you learn to do that?” Jim asked a little uneasily since Delbert could clearly see her.
“This morning. I was in the men’s locker room and wanted to pinch that hot Krogan’s ass. My hair suddenly entered the real world and pinched him. Boy did he jump! His crest dented the ceiling!” Midna impishly laughed at her mischief and Jim groaned as he rubbed his snout. “So, yeah! I can materialize and hide whenever I want! I’ve got magic powers nobody besides maybe the Goddess of Secrets Cocoa ever had!”
“Fascinating.” Delbert commented again while writing this all down. “Say, can you survive in any environment?”
“I’ve gone out into space and didn’t experience anything. If I was physical, I’m sure I couldn’t. My incorporeal form exists more fluidly in darker places, but I can exist as a shadow wherever there is light. The visible spectrum is a fickle thing. So small and yet so encompassing that most people don’t realize the majority of light is beyond what can be seen.” Midna replied as she laid back, as if lying in an invisible hammock.
“So, let's say if I gave you an address that is most likely on lockdown to retrieve some papers and a little golden orb, could you slip past all the security and take everything?” Delbert asked and Jim was suspicious about the doctor’s intent. He may like him, but Midna was someone he cared about, not just because they were sexually involved either.
“Considering I came from the Dark Space between the Three Galaxies to find myself with Jimmy mere moments after the torsion beam device suffered catastrophic meltdown, I bet I could. Distance seems to mean nothing to me.” Midna replied boastfully.
“Great, here.” Delbert wrote something down and gave it to Midna who read it over. Before she did anything though she grunted and then started birthing right there! “Oh dear! I didn’t know you were expecting! Jim, get her on the bed!” Delbert promptly shoved Midna with care over the bed as shadowy fluid poured from her snatch and Jim hovered along with Delbert fearfully.
“Fuck~! That’s way too big!” Midna wailed when a large bird about the size of Delbert was pushed out of her birthing canal. “Gah, what the, that looks nothing like-another one?!” Midna shrieked and then grunted as another creature far bigger than her emerged from her twat like it was absolutely natural. Midna wasn’t even visibly showing signs of pregnancy! Jim had even begun thinking that somehow she hadn’t been inseminated by him! “Oh~! It-it’s starting to feel good~!” Midna moaned before popping out another shadowy entity.
“Uh, are those really mine?” Jim asked in bafflement as he looked at the creatures. One was a bird, another a serpent, the latest some form of simian.
“Wh-who else have I fucked, genius?! They have to-oh~!” Midna finally popped out an egg as large as her whole pelvis, followed by a deluge of similarly-sized eggs. “Uhn~! Fuck~!” Midna came repeatedly until a small mound of eggs, easily numbering 16, was piled on the bed. They were inky black like solid darkness and the creatures gathered them up carefully. “Oh~...I’m gonna...just take a nap in your shadow, Jimmy…” Midna slipped into his shadow, snoring.
What the absolute fuck just happened?
🎺
Ashley was just finishing chatting with Urta and Penny to deliver another update from the others, since the twins couldn’t go far from their bodies and also couldn’t speak to someone who wasn’t incorporeal, when she jolted and looked off in a random direction. “Ash? What is it?”
“I must go.” Ashley vanished, following the unseeable lines of Shadow tying the universe together like a weave of threads in a tapestry on an alien instinct that was unerring.
The powerful amazonian warrior came upon a sight of three unusually beautiful shadow creatures guarding over a pile of eggs and looked upon an utterly sexy stud of a changeling who gaped at her. “Who are you?” His voice was sex to the ears too. This must be Hawkins.
“I’m Ashley Feell. Now, what the fuck is going on here?”

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Ch.39
Ch.39
I woke up to a kiss and I moaned into the perpetrator’s mouth. My eyes opened to reveal my lusty assaulter to be Visi! She was laying atop me, her breasts smishing against mine with her hands kneading my abs-oh goddess yes. “Uhn~. Visi?” I breathlessly asked the Fertility deity, but she went back to kissing me and began stirring the slime of my stomach! Guh~!
“Hm, I’ll show you my belly if you show me yours~.” Visi purred and I moaned as I shook my head. “No? Why not?” Visi pouted and I panted as I used my hands to try and stress how utterly gigantic I feel. I must outsize nearly every interior space of the Bebop with how much Luster pumped into me. “Oh~. Good thing your tub, like the rest, is enchanted by Luster, isn’t it?”
“V-Visi-yip!” I yelped when she picked me up bridal style and ripped off my crop top and daisy dukes. “Hey~! Why always the clothes? Why do my clothes keep having to be destroyed?” I whined before Visi laid on me in the tub. “Oh, Visi, why do ya want to see me preggers so badly? I know yer a Fertility Goddess now, but-uhn~!” I grunted in pleasure when her fingers writhed in my quim.
“Shh~. Show me.” Visi whispered huskily and I groaned in resignation before I allowed my body to begin blowing up like a soap bubble being blown into by a straw. “That’s a good broodmother~.” I moaned at the label she just applied to me in arousal.
“So cruel.” I panted as I grew and grew and grew. I easily outgrew the size I achieved in my previous pregnancy, yet my membrane was nowhere near ready to burst with my progeny. The magic tub and room kept pace with ease and soon enough, I was a 100-foot diameter sphere with 20-foot tits gushing goo-milk down my front! “Uhn~! L-Lusty did this to me~?!” I’m just full of eggs! By Visi! They won’t even hatch for a couple of weeks, will they even be ready when they do?! I don’t know how Zerg offspring work! Or if they’ll even be more than drones, sadly.
“My turn~!” Visi sang before she wiggled her way down the front of my gigantic body to lay against my cleavage in order for me to see her. She hummed as her belly swelled with Jimbo and I’s eggs, all twenty safely tucked away in her 6-foot wide womb. “Now, try to downsize your belly to match mine.” What?! “Trust me, you can do it. Just picture it inside your mind and your body to take shape. Plus, you have a Navel Pearl, it’ll help.”
“R-right, okay.” I focused on how my body was usually shaped, but made sure to memorize her impressive 6-foot wide belly. I rapidly found myself standing on the opposite end of the tub with my own 6-foot orb rubbing my Navel Pearl against her own. “Whoa~ that feels nice.” The pearls tingled and seemed to zap each other playfully. “Hee~ that tickles and feels good.”
“Mhm~ and now you know how to control your size. In a manner of speaking. Without Nipple Studs, you’re mostly binding your breasts by instinctively storing the excess in your Inventory because you’re a slime.” Visi giggled as we gave each other belly rubs and enjoyed the maternal company. “You’re such a good broodmother, taking so many of your mate’s eggs.”
“I love her, of course I’d take them. I want to have children with Luster Dawn, but…” I rubbed my sides forlornly. “We don’t know for sure if these will develop into children or just be more Zerg drones. Not until they hatch. None of the puppies I had were Luster’s despite her efforts.”
“I’m afraid your fears are correct.” Visilia said with a sad smile and I wanted to cry! My babies aren’t my babies~! “Shh~. Calm. Just because you cannot claim them as your children makes you any less the good mate for trying. Will you forsake these eggs simply because they cannot become your children?”
“O-of course not! I’ll carry them until they need to go through a molding process with Luster and Zelma.” I sniffled and wiped tears from my eyes. “Lusty is going to be crushed by this.”
“I know, but you must face this adversity together. It is my own reluctance to do so that has resulted in so much regret.” Visi encouraged me and then smiled lewdly. “Besides, she pumped you with all of these eggs because she thought you two would be their parents. How fucking hot is that?” I giggled and nodded in agreement.
“Thanks Visi. Thank you for telling me about it. Is this because I freaked out over putting them in danger?” I was in a vacuum, then shot with blasters. If I was normal, my pups would be lost.
“Partly. You need to understand that the Navel Pearls are a work of utter genius. It was thanks to the first that Urta even became a Goddess. Yes, her incredible affinity for Argent was part of it, but if not for the first Navel Pearl that she still uses to this day, she would never have obtained divinity. The more pregnant you are, the more Powerful, Strong and Durable you are.” Visi assured me with a slap to my membrane, which didn’t even jiggle despite my body’s nature.
“Whoa...I guess both Jet and I were being idiots.” I feel so silly for fretting now.
“Yeah, for sure. I’m having Eris talk to him since he clearly doesn’t cave to threats of violence and is too headstrong to bow his head to anyone, not even us. He’s got to have Argentine blood in him.” Visi shook her head with a proud smile.
“He was also a member of ISSP, a special police force made jointly by the Govs to hunt down dangerous criminals.” I added on before gasping when Visi somehow pulled me forward to roll onto my belly and then I squeaked when I rolled forward to smish my tits into her’s and she kissed me. “Mm~. S-so, ya have me where ya want me. Now what?” I fluttered my eyes.
“Now we indulge ourselves~.” She purred before nuzzling our noses together. “Hm, if only we could roam the corridors like the glorious Goddesses we are. Have people bask in our fertile radiance, worshiping our bellies. Isn’t that exciting to imagine~?” S-Such a lewd display of power! Why do I love the idea~?!
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Jim stared at the sleeping Midna in shock and worry as Delbert took over the explanation to the amazonian ahuizotl shadow-creature. She was easily retrieved from his shadow by Ashley, who matched him for height. Midna was more defined, with a cute pair of fangs protruding from her upper lips and seemed both incredibly frail and immensely powerful.
Somehow more than the incredible feline woman who could easily rip anyone besides him in this room in half with two fingers by the looks of it.
“So, she just birthed a new race.” Ashley said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Those creatures are some sort of instinctive defense mechanism to guard her brood while she recovers. If they persist after she does, then they might just be guardian spirits. I’m not all into this magic and science shit, I’m just the musclehead my wives send at physical tasks.”
“Understandable. Not everyone sent after an objective is fully suited to it, unfortunately. Life would be so much simpler if it was the opposite. However, this is a rather risky development. This room is secure, but there is no way to keep such a massive secret a secret. Sneaking me food is difficult enough to excuse as well as Amelia’s increased calorie intake.” Delbert replied as Jim held Midna in his arms and looked at the powerful feline woman worriedly.
“Why doesn’t she just blow Hawkins for most of her nutrition? His cum should be a superior nutrition source with his ascension.” Ashley’s crass question made Jim and Delbert sputter. “Bah, prudes. I used to be like that too, but you get over it when it’s convenient. In fact, here.” Ashley retrieved a metal flask from her cleavage. “This used to be an Urta Flask, but I guess it’s a Jim Flask now. That’ll help with her nutritional needs.”
“O-okay.” Jim nervously accepted the flask as he cradled Midna to him with one arm. “But what about the eggs and beasts and all of that?”
“Until she wakes up, they’ll have to stay here. Now then, I need to report back. I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” Ashley made to leave, but Delbert quickly grasped her hand.
“Wait! I was about to make a request to Midna to retrieve some things of mine to keep them out of UnSC hands. Would you be able to perform such a task?” Delbert implored the beautiful woman and she hummed as she rubbed his knuckles with her thumb.
“Well, if I can move from a sealed pocket dimension in Dark Space to this galaxy within moments, I’m sure I can. Do you have in-depth information on the location? Sometimes things like this are inherently magical and instinctive like when I came here.” Ashley was then told the same thing as Midna and she vanished. Moments later, she returned. “Good call, your place was being ransacked by goons. I couldn’t save your favorite mug, but here.”
Ashley retrieved from her cleavage a few of Delbert’s personal belongings, then she reverently pulled out a brass/gold sphere that had numerous flush buttons placed seemingly at random across the surface. “Ah, yes. This will prove to be the key to my magnum opus. Thank you.”
“What is it?” Jim asked curiously and Ashley hung around in obvious curiosity.
“I’m unsure. I believe it is a literal key to the vault of Treasure Planet.” Delbert’s answer made Jim snort incredulously. “Laugh if you want, but Treasure Planet exists! I’ve found compounding evidence across various systems throughout Triangulum. I found this piece specifically on a former Protoss world, so the legendary cache could very well be of Protoss design.”
“Whoa, neat. My family have found plenty of long-lost treasures in our time, so this seems like a solid enough lead. Anyway, I’m gonna go, I’ll be back sometime.” Ashley’s shadowy form darkened and then she vanished again. Jim just hoped Amelia didn’t lose it at the pile of infant-sized solid black eggs on her bed.
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“I-I can’t believe ya convinced me to do this!” I hissed in disbelief to Visi as we walked towards the galley for dinner with our pregnant bellies the size of being at term with quadruplets. Our sides were rubbing together and nearly touching the walls with how modest the halls of the Bebop were. My breasts were also boosted to being nearly the size of beach balls and squeezed in a far-too-small black bandeau that Visi gave me along with spandex booty shorts.
I mean, I’m fucking hot in this inadequate outfit with this giant pregnant belly leading the way, but everyone is going to see me and know how pregnant I am with Luster’s eggs and oh god why is my cunt wet?! “Because you’re a sexy knocked-up bitch and you want everyone to know~.” Visi purred into my ear and a shudder of pleasure made my membrane ripple.
“Dammit.” I whimpered in guilty pleasure and surrendered to my powerful feminine side that I didn’t know I’d had months ago. I supposed my human half was much more fluid in that than my slime half, but said slime half didn’t have the freedom to explore his sensuality due to his genetic defect, so I’m utterly baffled by my own behavior along with loving every moment of it.
“Oh no.” Jet groaned when we entered the galley and I enjoyed the awed and confused looks of my crewmates along with the radiantly proud look of Luster, even if it made my heart ache to think of how downtrodden the bad news will make her. “I really don’t want to see or think of you like that, please shrink back down.” Jet bemoaned as he turned away to focus on cooking.
“Don’t worry, I had a talk with him. He’ll adjust, he just needs time.” Eris cheekily winked at me and I smiled meekly. “Daw, she’s so adorasexy. I’m so proud of you, my little Displaced. You go from sensual and commandingly sweet pirate queen to a meek broodmother so quickly.”
“Mhm.” Visi hummed as she nuzzled my cheek, before we both let out a gasp since Hildra, Shekka and Anno were hugging our bellies as much as they could. “Oo~ you three~. Such hungry little breeders you are. Especially you, Hildra. C’mere, hug my fecundity to your heart’s content, feel my warmth and my firm flesh for support and comfort.”
“Careful, Visi. You’re sounding like a sexy pagan goddess on some backwards planet.” Vinnie teased her wife as she cleared a space for her and I. “C’mere you two, sit down and relax.”
“You love it.” Visi giggled as we moved towards the space and sat ourselves down. “Thanks, honey.” She kissed Vinnie, who moved to sit between us and nuzzled our breasts and bellies. “Heh, naughty girl, setting it up so you get all the maternal touches you want.”
“V-Vinnie~.” I mewled, my right breast and my side tingled from her oddly energizing touch. It was like a static shock, only not zapping me. It’s like my metallic slime was just absorbing it.
“Love you, girls~.” Vinnie purred as she caressed our bodies, along with the slime jackal and two sexy rasks.
“I’m willing to tolerate your oversexed maternal natures to a point, but no naughty touches at the table! Ed and Aurora will be here anytime!” Jet chastised us and the four touchy women gave parting pats before finding their own seats. “Now then, I heard the whole pickle craving thing isn’t a myth, so I’m making some pickled topping pizza, it’ll be in the oven soon.”
Pickles~! Yum!
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Atano and Ani watched the disabled Separatist droids as they were taken by the dozens of silver-slime not-goblins aboard the carrier she’d provided from her fleet to aid their new benefactors. Watching droids that used to be people or rather, were still people, moving a shipment of lesser droids was so...alien.
“This is strange. Even stranger than those old Je'daii temples we were investigating in the early days of your career.” Ani commented and Atano winced at the mention of that old religion. The discovery of that religion was what caused the civil conflict. Those temples spoke of a powerful philosophy, of some invisible, unknowable and omnipresent Force that was in all things.
“Yes, that same religion with those ancient megastructures, that caused a galaxy wide conflict.” Atano groaned as she put her face into her palms. “I wish we had never found that shield world.” Tython was its name. It was a wonder when discovered, but a curse once delved into. The secrets it contained drove good people mad and madmen so insane they came right back around to a cold and disturbingly calm sanity.
“Everybody sane does. Who knows what came of that time now, however, with so much historical censorship, especially around those topics.” Ani’s words were a cold bucket of ice water down her back. She knew this version of the extranet with its excessive ads and misleading clickbait articles was inconvenient compared to the Empire-run and sponsored extranet she was used to, but to find that entire subjects were just missing was so wrong.
“Truly, these are dark times.” Atano sighed while finding some entertainment at how fluid and professional these Gabliani slime droids are in their movements and how fast they were. To discover the Goblins and Kobolds have rapidly evolved without gene therapy was another shock. She also read something about the Goblins having split in evolution. She hoped these Thraggens were willing to parley instead of going for violence from evolving on a Death World.
“At least the Argentines are still around.” Ani commented factually.
“Do they know of the secrets we found? Or had they not informed themselves of the source of the conflict when they joined? They did say they distanced themselves.” Atano contemplated.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t take priority. What does matter to them is training our forces back up to speed from this disaster.” They watched a few moments longer and then went back towards the elevators to the bridge. Already some ships with more of those ‘Goo-Gabs’ were on the way up with extra ‘Raskvel’ who would on their own be capable of patching up the Infinity in a month’s time provided they had the resources.
Thank their lucky stars they were deposited over a scrapworld.
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“I had the feeling, but thank you for telling me.” Luster rubbed my belly as we snuggled on the incredible size-changing bed of the size-changing room. Luster has thoroughly altered the Bebop into a spatially expanded cruiser the size of a mere trawler. Dear fuck, magic from the Golden Age is overpowered! However, we couldn’t use her like a carrier, she was still limited by the capacity of her openings. Something to do with spatial stability with so much extra interior.
“Thank Visi for telling me.” I pouted at the reminder that my sexy future waifu decided to spend tonight with just her wives and husbands. Something about kindling the growing passion Brennie had for kin she had ‘bro-zoned’ for thousands of years. I didn’t get to see Brennie or the others all day after I saved the Infinity from a pirate fleet. “Hey, Lusty...I kinda miss Rivala. Why doesn’t she come out much?”
“Because she’s my Belly Pet~.” Luster growled and let her belly surge to match me and rubbed it against mine, making me gasp when my membrane tingled like earlier when Vinnie was rubbing me. “She’s mine now. You both are. I Love you, but she’s keeping my womb nice and full and helping me keep from going crazy with this consuming need to breed more drones.”
“Aw~. I wish you'd do the same with me. I keep ending up inside of-.” I blurbled, finding myself surrounded by a familiar warmth. I swished about and felt another slime mingling with my goo. Rivala! Darn you, sexy minx! Granting my off-the-cuff wish like that! C’mere! I wrestled and blended with Rivala, enjoying the howling squeals of pleasure muffled through Lusty’s flesh.
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“You’re telling me this text is from something called Je’daii? What’s it worth?” Faye asked as she poked the book while she contemplated the bet she was making. She was sitting at a poker table near the bar in The Mess at Novahome, playing some raskvels and this bitch of an asari that was passing through.
“Don’t know, I picked it up from a job. You’ve literally taken every credit out of our pockets and our clothes. Are you going to accept this or are you not going to let me try to win my underwear back?” The asari grumbled as she kept an arm around her bust to hide her nips.
“Hm, I’ll take that bet.” Faye said with a smile, thankful that Swerta for some reason had 99 luck. That weird RPG style status screen she came with was useful. However this went, she wasn’t going to force them to endure a walk of shame. She was mischievous, not cruel.
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Faye returned home and dumped most of her winnings in the ‘please share’ credit bin on the bridge before she went to her room, thankful for all of the soundproofing that Luster had woven into the Bebop. She hadn’t had so much peace and quiet aboard a ship before. She went to the bathroom and Swerta morphed, revealing her clothes were actually Swerta and she stepped into the bath essentially naked with her pink feathers hiding Swerta’s black slime.
She turned on the bath and leaned back as the hot water flowed. Bless Luster, that glorious mare. She made it so that the Bebop would almost never run out of water. She added bubble bath soap and allowed the tub to fill. “Can I have some relief, love?” Swerta asked through Faye’s black beak and she bit her lower beak when she felt Swerta probing at her quim.
“You don’t have to ask anymore, just do it.” Faye crooned and felt her worn lover’s layering inside of her vagina flex like a cock, because it was. Her partner could turn her vagina into a cock to fuck without any outward sign if she wanted, meaning Faye could even get off in public if Swerta did it slowly. “Mm~, yes~...” The hippogriff panted and kneaded her DD-cup breasts.
“My, um, seed is at its peak. That's why I’m asking.” Swerta said nervously and Faye groaned.
“Damn it...I’m not going to make you use some mass as a condom, not after last time.” Swerta was so tired the next day until she was fed. “Fuck, just do it. I don’t care. I’ll ask for a Navel Pearl-uhn~!” Faye again thanked that the rooms were silenced, because Swerta made her sing.

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Ch.41
“Best, orgasms, ever~!” Midna proclaimed to Amelia after she’d been told what went down, why there was a mound of inky black eggs on the bed and then proceeded to help move them to a spare partially deflated inflatable mattress Delbert had. “I mean, it was like a fucking machine gun of orgasms! Pew-pew-pew!” Midna declared happily as she hugged Jim’s neck, the handsome changeling stallion beside himself with amusement and mild embarrassment.
“Considering I didn’t get to enjoy the process of having Jim’s offspring removed from me, I’ll take your word for it.” Amelia said with an indulgent smile at the now tangible shadowy entity Jim had told her about, but she had a dangerous twitch to her left cheek at her beauty mark. “Delbert, are the eggs in good condition?”
“They’re completely intact, Amy. I believe we can declare Midna’s inaugural birth of her species a success for the moment. We’ll have to see how it goes when they hatch.” Delbert said as he looked at Midna, whose head was now encased in a full helmet of almost eldritch mythical stone. The three shadow beasts had become puzzle-like pieces that went with Midna’s crown-like helm and now it was a full helmet.
“I mean, fuck yes! Fuck me Jimmy! I want you to fuck me!” Midna pleaded excitedly, but Jim held her at arms length by her armpits with ease.
“How about no, Midna. You’re clearly not in your right mind right now. How about you take off that helmet first?” Jim suggested worriedly. She was the least sex-obsessed of his ghostly visitors. Aside from that first time, she was actually fairly normal before this.
“Huh? Sure, sure, just-whoa~...” Midna yanked off the stone helmet and then promptly became woozy. Her full face is rather menacingly cute with her button nose, sharp teeth and the black and white pattern of her skin along with her red and yellow eyes. “Ugh...my head. Take this from me, it’s fucking with my mind.” Amelia promptly took the magical helmet and tossed it onto her bed. “Ow, ow~...I need some headache medicine. That thing had me high as a kite.”
“Dangerous. Was the initial part of the helmet with you when your experiment went wrong?” Delbert asked as he promptly began examining the helmet with his tools while idly handing a bottle of pain meds from his trousers to Amelia, who promptly retrieved some pills.
“No, it wasn’t. I woke up here with it on. I didn’t think much of it and barely noticed I was wearing it.” Midna replied and dry-swallowed the offered pain relief tabs. “I-I need to lie down. My head hurts…” Jim waited until Delbert, using an extendo-grip tool, moved the helmet off of the bed to put Midna on it and tuck the pained woman in to rest.
“I’m worried about what that helmet is.” Amelia said with a wary look at the item as Delbert set it on his desk. “Delbert, do your best to analyze it before we decide on further action.”
“Aye, captain.” Delbert promptly responded as his scans intensified in potency.
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“I’ve been translating what I can. I’m afraid my knowledge, while first-hand, is mostly due to the similarities between the chosen language of the Je'daii Order and Khornish Script, which is considered taboo by most polite societies, but not Yak culture.” Ani stated as he, by hand, wrote the best translation of each page possible while omitting flowery language. Slow, yes, but the script of the Je’daii has always somehow defied tech or magical attempts to comprehend it.
“Well, at least that gives us some leverage of understanding it, if piece by piece.” Pillar commented as he started to believe that the Force itself does exist in this universe. The only reason why it never became a galaxy-widespread thing was because the Order had died out through unknown means. Or unnatural.
“This tome is essentially a primer on the Force, how to utilize it, how to understand it rudimentarily. This is a novice’s introduction in becoming a member of the Order. It reads much like many standard magic tomes in that regard, but puts a heavy emphasis on self-discipline and resisting temptation. You could almost mistake it for a spiritualist primer.” Ani summarized as he kept transposing the tome.
“Force-sensitives are not to be trifled with. I’ve fought against such warriors and it was challenging. We may have weapons they can’t block against, but the Force warns them of such dangers, allowing them to at least attempt to dodge it.” Pillar said before a dark thought presented itself. “What if the UnSC are scouring the Three Galaxies for these artifacts, in order to try and harness the power of the Force?”
“If so, why didn’t the alien send this tome to the enemy and get her pay? Why offer it up as a last ditch effort to win at poker? This screams of a setup.” Ani voiced as he continued writing.
“Point taken, we need to find that asari. She knows more than she let on.” Easier said than done. Unless they knew what she used-. “Fuck, I think she might be Force-sensitive.” Pillar smacked his forehead for blind stupidity. The asari used the Force to transport her! That’s an obscenely advanced Force technique!
“Okay, what sort of powers could these Force-sensitives possess? Beyond the basics, this tome offers nothing.” Ani requested as he continued to dutifully translate.
“That depends on how knowledgeable and skillful you are with the Force. It can do many things; be they great or terrible. In a sense, they hold a portion of the power to create or destroy. Thus they could change things around them because of their deep connection with it. In turn, the Force itself guides them yet they don’t know why, just that it’s telling them things. Meaning…” Then it slowly dawned on them.
“The Force told her to leave this book, for it to be translated, for it to be used by someone who cannot read Je’daii Script. Who does that description fit?” Ani questioned and Pillar groaned.
“Oh no…”
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“Oh~...I feel like I just took a city’s train line up my vagina~...ugh…” I groaned when I woke up. Fuck~. What is with this universe after I became a Displaced and fucking me unconscious? I’ve noticed a pattern. Get into lewd situation, get clothes destroyed, get fucked stupid, wake up pregnant or-shit, I’m pregnant again, aren’t I? I can feel my cunt squeezing and pulling on my lover without me even focusing on it.
“Oh, Hildra~.” I heard Brennie moan to my left, so I looked to see her in the same predicament as I. Hildra was worshiping her belly while fucking her upside-down, kissing the dracowolf’s underbelly. Fuck~! If I’m that big too, I’m going to be so pregnant! We both are! I can’t see past my tits with us hanging ass-up like this!
“Gonna cum in you again you sexy bitch!” Shekka growled while she was still pounding my pussy, her cock battering my cervix and making me have a mild orgasm each time it punched through it. “Take it! Take it and give me eggs you-ngya~!” I came and my vision filled with spots as I felt her titanic cumshot flood into me. How can someone so small have so much cum~?!
“Here comes another clutch~!” Hildra cried in ecstasy before she busted another nut inside Brennie and the broodmother bitch bellowed in orgasm as she bloated.
“Uhn~! Gonna be so pregnant~!” I wailed through my orgasms before I felt my tummy touch the floor and the cuffs brought us up higher and I noticed I was level with Brennie, who also rose up to the same height as me. “Ahn~! Yes! Fuck us! Fill us! Make us so pregnant we can’t think~! Brennie! Be a hyper-pregnant breeding bitch with me~!” I wailed hysterically as I came rapidly.
“F-fuck yes~! Marry me Janey-ahn~!” Brennie shrieked and I blacked out again when I reached such a climax my mind couldn’t handle it.
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“So what can you tell us about that helmet?” Amelia asked Delbert while Jim sat on the bed near Midna, unwilling to be too far from the sleeping beauty.
“For one, it’s not entirely magical, though it is. Also, its power is comparable to divinity and so is Midna’s blood. I believe that Midna is in fact a new goddess; the first of her domain in fact for it to be achieved through actions performed rather than inheritance.” Delbert replied while looking at the helmet with some sort of telescopic tool.
“So what does that make the helmet?” Amelia probed as Delbert licked the helm, for science.
“Disparity in physical form. She is the very unity of Light and Dark. In fact, I believe she may have accidentally made a form of ‘First Flame’ with that dimension-piercing device she created. Already it has been utilized by the old gods as evidenced by Ashley Feell’s visits prior.” Delbert said gravely as he looked at Midna.
“So she’s the Goddess of Disparity?” Jim asked while petting Midna’s brow.
“She’s not a god like the others, at least not from the same strain of power. Whatever she did made a new path of Divine Power. The stone in this helmet is, I dare say, world shattering. Midna is also more of a Goddess of Twilight. That nebulous period at dawn and dusk between night and day.” Delbert clarified and Amelia snorted wryly.
“The Goddess of magic will be miffed: her name is now the title of a new god.” Amelia joked before sighing with a rub of her stomach. “Alright, enough drama for the day. I’m hungry as I’m sure you are too, Delbert. I’ll send for a meal.”
“A-actually, Amy. I have this for you, from Ashley.” Jim produced the flask and Amelia blushed.
“W-well, if you’re giving me that, I might as well just drink from the tap, shouldn’t I~?” Amelia purred and Jim gulped while Delbert put in earplugs so he didn’t have to hear it.
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This new universe was overwhelming to Quedia. The stars, the ether, were not pinpricks in the tapestry of the night sky blocking the Light of Gwyn. It was a void where travel between worlds was possible. There were conveniences that she never imagined, such as a no-hassle method of disposing of fecal matter and urine! No more would she have to use a privy!
Quedia was marveling at the mystical spigot that dispensed water only when there was something under it when a knock came at the door. “Hey, Quedia? You’ve been in there a while, is everything okay?” Bask asked through the door and the lioness opened it. “Gah! Quedia, please put your clothes back on.” Such an innocent man, so shy of her womanly form.
“So nudity is not socially acceptable in this era?” Quedia asked her companion as she turned around and bent over to pick up the odd short tunic and trousers he’d given her and she enjoyed the sound of him choking at the sight of her rear. Gosh he was fun to tease, she wished she’d had the patience to interact with mortals more often before if they were all so fun.
“Well, no, it’s not acceptable when not in private and, well, we just met. Is there anything you’d like to eat?” Bask asked as he looked away from her dressing in his set of spare shirt and pants. Dear gosh, it’s a good thing he’s larger than her overall or the T-shirt she was stretching with those massive tits and his pants that painted to her perfect ass wouldn’t fit at all.
“Crystal Lizard? Do you have that?” The lion asked and Bask chuffed in amusement.
“No, only the richest of the rich get to eat that. What do you generally like? I’m just a surveyor, but I get paid well enough to afford most foods at the commissary. If I don’t have what you like, I can head over, buy it and be back within an hour.” Bask offered as he led her back into his modest living space. It was far more than she allowed herself in her ascetic search for enlightenment of fire through force of will, so she couldn’t judge him on his possessions.
Besides, in the brief time she’d known him, Bask had proven to be better than most of the men of Izalith by her standards. Both in personality and his physical appearance. She didn’t even know a man could smell as fresh as he does, some kind of perfume? “I like nearly any kind of meat, the bloodier the better, but I am partial to flame-kissed cooking.”
“Oh, well, that’s easy.” Bask went into his small kitchen. He had his own kitchen. The quality of life in this new universe she’d awoken to was so much higher! “I’ll make you a flame-roasted kebab real quick.” Bask took a steak from his magic icebox and removed the odd clear substance coating it. “So, you’re a demigoddess, huh? Like the children of our old gods?”
“Yes. I, like my sisters, was born from the radiant heat of my mother’s soul and her loins when coupling with Gwyn in a passionate affair shortly after creation. Such was the passion of their instinctive desire, my mother fell pregnant with me and my nine sisters and birthed us promptly.” Quedia said while she watched him use his claws to cut the bloody meat into chunks and then he pierced them on a metal spit. How amusing that some things are still the same.
“Interesting. Most ancient history like this is lost to us, so it’s nice to hear a bit about the Creation of Equus.” Bask finished spearing meat on the two spits and then he began breathing fire directly on the meat! It was enticing to see someone use innate, natural fire and not magic. Even with all of her meditation, Quedia still had to resort to channeling fire magic.
Soon, succulent-smelling fire-roasted steak was presented to her and Bask promptly began eating his own, so Quedia took the offered spit and pulled a cube of meat into her mouth. “Mm! Delicious! It’s so simple, but there’s this incredible flavor.” Quedia praised as she ate.
“That’s from my dragonfire. It adds a magical zing from my innate natural magic and imbues a bit of it into what I burn. All dragons can do that.” Bask boasted and Quedia wished she had taken a dragon as a pet or servant like some of her sisters did. She’d missed out on so much. Hopefully this man would continue to help show her more wonders of this new existence.
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“Fuck, my dick is sore.” Shekka groaned as she waved air at her cock. This was the sight I awoke to sometime later, feeling gloriously full of semen and I could feel the side of my cumflated womb pressing against Brennie’s. At least we’re free of the gravity cuffs.
“Mine too. I think you actually knocked that slime up with eggs.” Hildra grunted as she laid her cock on Brennie’s face. “Please lap at me gently, I’m really sore. Fuck, now I know how those men I marathon-bred with felt afterward.”
“They’d be pups.” I said looking down at my belly. Shekka and Hildra were sitting on the shelf provided by our huge tits, but Shekka wasn’t trying to get me to service her further.
“Nope. A weird trait we rasks gained is that our genes are dominant over most species, even slimes. If my friend knocked you up; you’d lay eggs.” Hildra purred and pet Brennie’s face when she began licking her half-hard dong. “Thanks, babe. Your saliva is helping it cool down.”
“Mm, love you~.” Brennie cooed as she continued to lick the pointed, ribbed, knotted dick. Fuck do dragons have epic cocks. “Hey, Jane. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Huh? “Cumming my brains out, I think I asked you to marry me.” Oh.
“That’s cool, Visi already basically made it official anyway.” I leaned forward and wrapped Shekka’s dick in my mouth, making her gasp and wince, but then I began using a technique that allows slimes to shift temperature extremes across their bodies, making my mouth colder by the moment.
“Oo~. That’s a relief. We should get something for this soreness so we don’t get so raw despite our mate’s incredible natural lube, Hildra.” Shekka petted my head in gratitude as I swished the colder slime around in my mouth to soothe my mate’s painfully hot penis.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had besides having Visi bless our balls by fucking our asses.” Hildra chuckled, answering my question earlier about how these two tiny terrors could cum so much. “I’m just amazed she did it so eagerly when we told her we wanted to breed these two. I thought she wanted them for herself.”
Brennie smiled fondly at Hildra and nuzzled at her dick. “Such a naughty yet wholesome request. I’d proudly bear more of your children~.”
“Whoa. You two really did a number on them. It’s a good thing I’m too tired to join in from all the technical work I’m putting in on those droids.” Anno said when she entered the room and then promptly plopped onto her black jumpsuit-clad ass and leaned back against where our bellies met. “Mind if I take a nap here instead, ladies?”
“Go ahead, Anno. Anyway, Visi only did this for us if she could take the eggs from you. Sorry ladies.” Shekka patted my head and I joined my future waifu in whimpering in disappointment. Greedy Visilia! Taking all the babies! “Besides, Luster still isn’t done modifying the eggs in Hildra’s womb yet. Once she’s done fixing our race’s excessive ADHD and predisposition towards constantly needing sex and rampant breeding, that’ll be applied to these eggs.”
“Not to mention us. We might become less sex-addicted, will you still want us then?” Hildra asked worriedly as she looked down at the sexy bitch lapping at her dick.
“Yes. So long as I get to have you in my life, yes.” Brennie answered and Hildra sighed in relief.
“I’m back~!” Pandora appeared from thin air wearing a colorful hazmat suit that she began shucking off, the pieces of the suit turning into flowers as they left her body. “You would not believe the trouble I’ve seen. I hope you’re ready, Brennie, I need some belly time!”
“Get back in there and stay this time~!” Brennie growled lustfully before looking up at Hildra with a gleam in her eyes. “In fact...ah~!” I gawked at the sight of Brennie’s mouth comically increasing in size and Hildra didn’t even get to scream before she was engulfed and swallowed! “Into my womb with you! Keep her company, Pandora!”
“Hildra!” Shekka shrieked fearfully, but realizing what Brennie did, I quickly slurped Shekka through my mouth and into my cum-stuffed womb. I hope she’s still infertile enough to avoid self-insemination~. At least Hildra’s already hyper-pregnant.
“W-what did you two-mmph!” I sucked Anno in through my membrane and sighed in satisfaction while Pandora slithered into Brennie’s cooch with ease, making her moan in pleasure before we were both happily wobbling on quaking wombs with some rather shocked new Belly Pets~.
“My, my, my~. You two are such good broodsluts~.” Visilia purred when she sauntered in with a devilish grin on her demonically beautiful face. Even if she was wearing a full suit of armor, she still radiated sensual power. “I didn’t even need to encourage you to unbirth those three. Nice work.” Visi clapped as she approached us. “Now, I’m sure you know the deal?”
“You get the eggs they’ve put in us.” I mewled in disappointment. I’m loving all of this incredibly ridiculous pregnancy fetishism that Brennie, Visilia and Vinnie thrive in. Not to mention Luster and Rivala even if they’ve been almost shoved aside by those three in the preggo department.
“Greedy wife~.” Brennie cooed and she suddenly was back to normal. “Doing naughty shit like this behind my back, you’ve really gone all-in on your new divinity. I love it.” Brennie kissed her alicorn wife as I shrunk down, enjoying the two women inside of me swimming around. At least I know they can breathe because of the Navel Pearl. “Any more surprises?”
“Hm, well, it involves our son Rex. He will be taking over leading all four galaxies. Since he loves to brag or whine about how good he is at it.” Visilia answered with a vengeful smile.
“Good. Let’s see what he can do when our wives have failed.” Brennie chuffed playfully.
“Hold up!” I snarled and they turned to me and backed away. “I am not going to hand everything over to another monarchy!” I declared with an unknown fire burning in my Soul.

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Ch.42
Ch.42
After I was talked down from my overwhelming fury by my lovers explaining that if it happened, it would mostly be an overseer role to ensure our universe didn’t backslide the moment things were going in the right direction, I almost collapsed due to the come-down from the surge of power that had flooded me and I had to practically be carried to a bed by them.
“Maybe we should explain why we want to punish our son.” Brennie suggested and Visi nodded in agreement.
“If it involves trying a similar system as before, no. I would, I can’t...I’m burning up, please just…ugh~. I can feel Shekka and Anno humping my ovaries and that isn’t helping~.” I grunted with my face on a pillow as I got off to what Anno and Shekka were doing to me, definitely knocking me up more. I’d bet Hildra and Pandora were doing the same to Brennie, but she only gave off low-key grunts and a shimmy of the hips or a rub of her abs now and then.
“Okay, we won’t do that. You’re probably right.” Visi sighed and I was at least thankful. Whatever their son did to them, he still needs to be taught a lesson.
“That overseer role is a good I-aiya~! Ah~...that was a good idea. A check against someone trying to grab too much power, so long as he doesn’t interfere beyond keeping the system in balance.” I moaned and wiggled my hips back and forth. The pleasure within me was like when I had unbirthed Eris, Brennie, Vinnie, Luster and Rivala and they all decided to knock me up~. At least Anno wasn’t swishing her slime body throughout my womb.
“Eep~!” Brennie squealed and leaned against Visilia while rubbing at her abs. “Fuck, I think Hildra’s rubbing her balls against my womb. Pandora, you naughty noodle~! Those were inside of Hildra earlier!” She hissed in pleasure before Visi laid her down in bed with me.
“We’ll talk more about this later, I’ll leave you girls to it.” Visi said before leaving the room with a sway to her hips. “Incubate those eggs quickly~! I want more inside of me soon.”
“You have the best fucking wife in the universe.” I groaned to Brennie as I rolled onto my side so we could lay with our breasts smishing against each other and leaking milk while we faintly humped our abs together from the fucking going on within each of us.
“In two universes. Soon enough, so shall you.” Brennie kissed me and then I let exhaustion take me even while I was being fucked more and more pregnant...
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“Alright, this section of the hull is patched, get the welders in to finish sealing it up.” Lucatiel reported over the comms as she moved to the next section of hull on her docket. Damn did she love this. It was partly why she even got certified as a civilian MS pilot, let alone went into work as an EVA maintenance engineer.
If she didn’t get called in for lunch or break, she’d lose track of time and end up super tired and hungry after a while. She grabbed a sheet of metal left near the gaping hole of the next task and started spot-welding it on. Interior work would be needed later, but for now the goal was to plug all the holes as fast as possible, detail work would come later.
“Hot damn, slow down you hot hen. We can barely keep up.” One of the overseeing goo-gabs playfully protested and Luca felt extremely happy to be praised for her work. On all of her previous jobs, she never got accolades even when she finished repairs faster than the other engineers. It was usually thankless work, so that made her good day even better.
“Considering you’re all stuck with primitive EVA gear and no mobile suits of your own, I can understand, but you don’t need to keep up, just get to it when you can.” Lucatiel assured before she finished tacking this sheet in place and moved to the next one. “Just remind me when it’s break time so I don’t overwork myself.”
“Wait, you didn’t take a break yet?! Park your ass inside the Infinity and take an hour! Yeesh!” Luca felt embarrassed, especially when her stomach roared at her for sustenance, so she flew her Worker Rodi towards the Infinity’s hanger.
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“Damn it, Visi.” Edward groaned as he rubbed his snout. “We just found out that Jane might be the equivalent of Luke Skywalker and you got her all hyper-pregnant again? I know you suit your new Aspect, but this is a bit much, Visi. You need to do this in moderation. You’re reminding me of how Brennie and Kevin described Wiatr before she passed Fertility to Urta. Hot or not, we need to stop stuffing poor Jane full of pups and eggs.”
“Sorry, sorry. Also, wouldn’t she be Rey?” Visilia cheekily brought up and Edward looked like he wanted to throw up.
“No! Rey got handed everything without effort! Sure, a lot of that seems to be happening to Jane, but that’s after hundreds of years of living with the experience that comes with it, along with her being Displaced, which is its own McGuffin. Not to mention we’re here helping her. No, she’s not the second-coming of Space Jesus, she’s Space Noah at best.” Edward stressed to his wife, whose naughty grin intensified.
“But wouldn’t that mean she should have two of every species aboard her ark~?” Visi fluttered her eyes and Edward facepalmed, causing the red alicorn to laugh.
“Cheeky bitch.” He mumbled while trying not to smile at his wife’s lewd jokes. “Anyway, go through with your dirty plan to steal the eggs Brennie and Jane will be incubating. At least Jane won’t have all those hormones pumping through her and distracting her.”
“Even if it makes her so sexy? I watched the recordings of her in action on the Infinity. I’d want my vessel raided by her anytime.” Visi purred with a wink as she sat on her simple bed. The Bebop may have the interior space of a cruiser now, but it was mostly because of spatial shenanigans combined with Luster copy/pasting a lot of the ship using junk as material.
“...I’ll admit, I wouldn’t mind that happening.” Edward chuckled and almost patted his groin.
“Considering she has no formal training: she breached a military vessel’s defenses, performed a ramsled action, activated exterior emergency hull procedures to unlock the blast doors leading in, then she completely dwarfed everyone with her cult of personality and took over the ship without even unholstering her blaster. Fucking, hot.” Visilia panted and fanned her chest.
“Reminds me of Blackbeard, really. He sometimes took ships without needing to fire a shot through sheer intimidation. Now, stop trying to tempt me. She should be clear-headed, not swimming in a cocktail of feel-good hormones. Especially since she’s already demonstrated that she’s Force Sensitive, likely due to her being the Goddess of Souls and Freedom.” Edward stated as he willed himself not to think about Jane as a sensually dominant space pirate queen.
“Wait, didn’t she say the Infinity was projecting a high concentration of the Force itself?” Visi asked while she plopped back on the bed, enjoying how the wall moved away and the bed stretched to catch her. Damn~. Did Luster take after Twilight or what?
“No, she simply sensed its importance in the Force. I know you didn’t care as much about the series as we did, but since it’s important now, let me geek out a bit. Ahem. The Force, it is alive. It guides us, binds us together. That is to say, it’s literally an omnipresent faceless essence that urges those that can influence it to do so. Jane is likely such a beacon to the Force, that such an important event was impossible for her to ignore.” Edward said before Vinnie stormed in.
“You got Brennie and Jane knocked up without me?! Visi~!” Vinnie mewled with her long ears wilted back and intensified her cute face. “At least share half of the eggs with me?”
“Sorry, sweetie. It was to help induct Anno, Shekka and Hildra to our lusty ways. Also, after this, I’m going to have to restrain myself and be satisfied with the eggs they’ll be putting in me instead of giving in and having you all turn me into a baby-moon. Rex still needs some time before a proper program is in place. I wish we could fetch our wives, they were good at expansion projects.” Visi sighed longingly and rubbed her abs.
“Fine. Also, way to shit-talk Brennie’s efforts to expand.” Vinnie huffed indignantly.
“Brennie’s good, but she isn’t Wiatr and Urta good. Remember, Brennie may love it, but to her it’s mostly a pastime.” Edward commented and Vinnie had a ‘gears turning’ moment.
“Oh, I thought you meant logistics and infrastructure.” At Vinnie’s words, Visi smirked.
“I did? Remember? Wiatr was the Goddess of Commerce for a reason. The expanding part I consider Brennie almost equal to them at this point~.” Visi winked and stuck out her tongue.
“I thought Wiatr was only good at expanding a population. She’s certainly good at inflating it while avoiding inflation of the economy.” Edward commented cheekily.
“Okay, now you’re taking the piss out of it, Ed.” Visi frowned at him pushing the puns too hard.
“It’s a suitable punishment for you!” Vinnie declared and high-fived her husband.
“Fuck’s sake.” She keeps forgetting how fucking petty they all were. Oof, she just realized the hypocrisy of that line of thinking in regards to Rex standing up for his aunts and being punished for it. Well, since they can’t dump the Three Galaxies on his lap, they still need to-oo~. Right. He’s still, somehow, against all efforts, single and hasn’t had a single child!
The stallion was practically chaste! If she didn’t find that porn hidden in his room one day when helping the maids clean things out, she’d have thought him asexual! “Uh, we’d better go. Visi’s having ‘conniving mama’ vibes going on again.” Vinnie and Edward fled as Queen Visilia Themis, Goddess of Fertility, cackled maniacally as she wiggled in bed.
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“So, by even this dystopian future’s standards, our weapons are pathetic?” Atano asked Collateral in dismay. It was bad enough that the Infinity had enough damage that back in her time, she’d have been mothballed and then used as a hangar queen. Now she’s finding out that the always-reliable turbolaser batteries were inefficient and lacking in penetration power.
“That doesn’t mean they can’t be retrofitted. It’ll take some time, but we can make it work. Even if we didn’t have these tech savant shortstacks and femboys running around.” The giant armored man replied as his Gunners worked on the Infinity’s arsenal of weapons and armored vehicles. Alongside them, 4-foot tall technology terrors scampered everywhere, rapidly repairing damage and assisting with upgrades, though the latter was mostly done by gabliani.
“To think, these creatures used to be Goblins and Kobolds. They look only passingly similar.” Atano commented as she continued to absorb the culture shock of her new reality.
“It’s even more jarring with how the men have some feminine features to them. Honestly, I almost mistook them for girls.” Collateral felt embarrassed after finding out that some of them were men. No man he’d seen before had booties like these shorties do.
“Really? I had thought they were simply less buxom women. Thanks to the gods, I’m used to men being beefy hunks of muscle.” Atano commented.
“I know, that’s why this is so new.” Collateral said with a shrug.
“They haven’t been giving you any trouble?” Atano asked since she had noticed some of the gabs and rasks eying the Argentines’ gear, but thankfully they haven’t done more than look.
“They know not to.” The news about the Argentine’s existence had spread like wildfire the moment this venture started, Collateral was worried the pirates of Tarkus would start mouthing it off across the Three Galaxies, yet they didn’t. Likely out of fear of him and his people. “Besides, we’re the biggest stick possible between the locals and outside forces.”
“Ah, so being accommodating to you is a good way to save their hides.” Atano nodded.
“Damn straight. Also because working for us means they get to work with tech. I’ll bet plenty of these folk are horny as hell just from being here.” Collateral’s comment was answered with a chorus of agreements. “Thank you for keeping it in your pants everyone!” He hoped Luster’s fix for the Raskvel worked out, because the Gabliani needed some work done too.
“Kya~! N-no~!” They turned to see Lucatiel being carried off by a bunch of the small-folk like she was crowd surfing. “D-don’t touch my butt like-eep!” As the tiger hawk griffin was hauled out of sight, Collateral sighed out of his nose while pinching the bridge of his snout.
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“Ah!” Eris screamed in horror and Jet rushed to her side in the galley where they had been preparing tonight’s dinner.
“Eris, what’s wrong?!” He asked as while trying to calm her down by rubbing her shoulders.
“I-I was looking through the timelines and found one where the A-Argentines never left and stayed. It...it didn’t end well.” Eris sniffled as tears filled the edges of her eyelids. “Everything up to the tragedy was great, but it isn’t worth it if they stay here, they need to continue living in Devorak. Visiting is fine, fuck, if all of us local deities move to Devorak, it’s fine. It’s just disheartening to know that, even after everything, our universe can’t be a home for them.”
“What? Why?” Jet was still trying to wrap his head around Eris’s timey-wimey quirk.
“There’s no point in me telling, since it won’t happen. I’ll just have to get used to how things were before the massacre that divided us from the Argentines, unless we all just move away from our home universe. At least things won’t be as distant.” Eris sighed in resignation.
“Don’t we need you, though?” Jet asked in confusion and Eris shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it. Relax, big dog. I’ll get over it soon.” Eris rubbed Jet’s chest and then bit her lip. “I’ll get over it sooner if we-.”
“Sup Eris, Jet. What’s for dinner today?” Ed perkily asked upon entering with her adopted sis Aurora and Ein with the corgi being held in the bat-girl’s arms/wings.
“Hey~ girls! Tonight it’s poultry, squash and rice in broth.” Eris’s tail twitched behind the counter and Jet patted her bottom, also hidden by the counter, with a reassuring grope.
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I woke up feeling fucking fantastic. I sat up and yawned wide enough to swallow a raskvel whole and then noticed the two rasks and one jackal slime snuggled between Brennie and I, snoring softly and smelling oddly like mint. I patted Shekka’s hip and slithered off of the bed, doing a stretch and taking stock of my body.
Yep, my womb is chock-full of forming eggs, however that works. I’m no xenobiologist. I moved to go to the bathroom where I could spread my mass out into a pool to relax, but my tail was in a firm grasp and I looked back to see Brennie had me by the tail. She made a shushing gesture with her free hand before following me into the bathroom.
“Well, besides smelling like Hildra’s incredibly minty ballsack before it became internal again, that was great.” Brennie declared as she followed me towards the tub, hand still holding me.
“What? You don’t like mint?” I asked incredulously before I stepped into the tub and began pouring my mass forth, forming a pool within moments. “Ah~, so soothing to just let it all out.”
“I do like it, I just wish my wives found a way to turn it into perfume. So many musky smells converted into perfume or such, driving your partners and lovers wild with desire~.” The sexy dracowolf sighed fondly at the thought.
“The more I hear you talk, the more I think you’re Devorak’s Goddess of Sex. There is already a deity of Sex over there, right?” I asked as I submerged in myself to my hips and Brennie stepped into me, splashing my hot, steamy, cleansing silver goo over herself.
“No, actually. There isn’t.” Brennie blinked at the realization while scrubbing me into her fur and scales. “Do you think I should become the Goddess of Sex?” She asked with uncertainty.
“I don’t know, that’s not for me to say. I’m just surprised you, Vinnie or Visi, aren't already in possession of that, especially since you’re married to Wiatr.” I pointed out and began scrubbing her submerged body by moving my slime all over her, which made her squeak and I stopped. “What? I was washing you.”
“Y-yeah, everywhere.” Brennie huffed with a lewd grin and I smiled sheepishly. “But, yeah, I see your point. Maybe the Aspect of Sex should be a shared one between us three.”
“Like how you spread Life between you all? How would that work?” I asked while more carefully cleaning her body and avoiding the two succulent pleasure spots this time. “Wouldn’t that make you all even more insatiable? How would everyone around you survive such a sexy holocaust?”
“I don’t know who else to entrust such an Aspect to. There are a few, but they wouldn’t take it. As to how sharing it works? It’s like...say there’s a log, if you carry it alone, it’s heavy, but if someone else helps you, it’s easier. That’s oversimplifying, but it’s the same principle. It’s why after Urta split her Aspects with Penny, she became slightly less overwhelming.” Brennie said while I moved behind her and began running my fingers through her silvery-white, spiky hair.
“Well then, with how lewd you three are, I’m sure there’d barely be a difference.” Wow, her hair was cool. It’s naturally spiky like an Arcanine’s mane. Same with her fluffy/spiky tail.
“Oh, there would be. The Sex Aspect means liking all kinks.” Brennie shuddered and I gagged. “Yeah, Wiatr confided in us early on that things she found disgusting didn’t affect her after a while. Sorry, but scat is just no. Thankfully things that turned her off before never turned her on, but she was open to things she would’ve refused before and I don’t know if I am okay with that.” Brennie confided as I solidified some slime into a metal band, giving her a ponytail.
“I may be slime and nasty stuff like that is safe for me, but just, no.” I spat some slime into my slime and gave the same comb/wash treatment to Brennie’s tail before putting a couple of metal cuffs on it like Krystal Fox’s tail. Actually, let’s be girly! I started putting silvery metal bands on her wrists, ankles and even a collar for her neck. “You are so pretty, Brennie.”
“Oh~ thank you.” Brennie shuddered in pleasure as she gazed upon the jewelry I placed upon her. “They’re beautiful.”
“They’re just plain metal bands, they’re not even real silver…” I meekly replied, but she turned around and pulled me down into a gentle yet deep kiss. “*smooch* Mm, maybe I should give my slime as a present more often.” I kissed her again, she pulled me down, groping my ass-.
“Hey! Pool party!” I squeaked and hid behind Brennie before a stream of people poured into me.
“This is-Eris! Did you just cuntblock me?!” Brennie snarled, before realizing she was suddenly wearing a bikini and I blinked at seeing I was too and another pool party was in full swing. This time someone brought a barbeque to cook in the bathroom. “Ugh...now I’m horny and can’t do anything about it…”
“Maybe you should go for that Aspect.” I snorted and hugged my mate around the waist.

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Ch.43
Ch.43
“So everything is going good?” I asked at the dinner table, which now magically expanded along with the galley to fit everyone instead of people being forced to use counter space too. The pool party didn’t even last an hour and the grill only made enough for an appetizer, so after everyone was nice and clean from bathing in me, we all went to dinner. Hot damn does Brennie look super-sexy with accessories. The fact we’re all still in swimwear helps.
“More or less.” Jet answered as he nodded towards Eris. “She went time-hopping and saw some alternate timeline where the Argentines stayed and it spooked her.”
“How bad?” Brennie questioned with a knowing look, which made Eris flinch as my mate sighed with a shake of her head. “Figures. We can’t live here after all.”
“What?” I looked at the Time Goddess noodle. “What does she mean by that?”
“It’s because this universe is running out of available deity capacity.” We all looked at her incredulously. “No, I am not kidding. So, this universe is deeply rooted in mystical, magical tales of the creation of life and all that. All of those gods who joined the fam in fleeing to Paradise are still part of this universe and now we have duplicates of governing Aspects, do you follow?”
“So the universe can’t handle all of our godly goodness. If I could get rid of my divinity, I would. It’s not like I had a choice…” Vinnie grumbled and then looked over at me. “What about Devorak? Do you know if it can handle us?” Wait, you’re including me?! I’m very pleased.
“Oh, Hell yeah, especially with you doing away with most of Hell. The universe Devorak is in has more than enough room for us all, but we’d eventually reach the limit. This universe, however, has kinda had it ‘up to here’ with us gods. I think it’s probably trying some sort of secular state where divinity doesn’t have so much sway.” Eris answered easily before sipping her broth.
“Wait, hold up, that sounds like the Taint, the Corruption, has been co-opted by reality itself deciding to reject us.” Luster said with her eyes wide with horror. “S-so then...why are we bothering? If the universe itself doesn’t want us, why should we help it?”
“Because none of us can stomach the idea of abandoning those in need.” I replied promptly and Luster looked ashamed of even bringing up the idea. “It’s bad enough the old gods are paying through the nose in guilt and helplessness over failing to prevent the rise of Taint and the Fall of the Empire. As the new pups on the block, it’s our job to pick them up off of their asses, even if we had to get their old lads and lasses to help us help them.”
“Damn straight, now doll up Vinnie. I want to see her sporting silver rings like Brennie is.” Visilia declared and I looked at Vinnie with a hum. She doesn’t have as long a tail as Brennie, so I can only put one ring on her tail. Hey, maybe she would let me pierce her ears like how Shekka has the ends of her’s done up? She also doesn’t have a big mane of hair either…
“Wow, from doom and gloom to accessorizing. Talk about a topic change, Visi.” Brennie snorted with a roll of her eyes while rubbing the silvery smooth solid collar around her neck. Hot fuck does she look good with her hair pulled back in a ponytail instead of bunching around her ears and neck. She looks so pretty and feminine. “Not that I’m complaining.” She said with a wink in my direction.
“Yay~! Accessories!” Vinnie cheered and I giggled at her enthusiasm. “Although, Brennie, I would’ve thought you’d had yours engraved with your tattoos? I know I like mine like that.”
“Oh! I can do that! It’s my slime, just solidified. Hold on.” I moved tendrils from my back to each ring and looked intently at the black markings in Brennie’s fur and scales that ironically made her look more like an Arcanine. I used those images to imprint the engravings on the rings and then retracted my slime. “Ta-da~! I’d offer a nose ring and earrings, but I don’t think that’s yer style.” Too brutish and fragile respectively for such an elegant and efficient warrior.
“Thanks. My facial tattoos bring out the scare factor more.” Brennie said as she rubbed her nose and ears with consideration before shaking her head.
“Scare? I never thought of ya as scary though.” I admitted in bemusement before I retrieved my Jim Flask and started drinking. I need to stockpile plenty of slime if I’m going to donate it to feed so many hungry rasks and gabs. At least the Infinity’s current slime stockpile was able to cover the couple of thousand sudden workers.
“Psychological tactics and cultural themes. I’ll tell you another time.” Ah, right. They were human once, even when they have become something more, they still keep some of that human trait.
“Yes, let’s not talk about such grisly things at dinner.” Jet affirmed while he watched Eris idly use her tail and magic to occupy the attentions of Ed and Aurora by playing with Ein. “That said, I’m feeling less like someone in charge and more like the firm uncle here. I guess with how things are going, I don’t need to keep such a tight ship. From now on, everyone? Do whatever, just please don’t let the Bebop be neglected. Own up to your chosen areas.”
“No problem, Jet. I’ve been at a bit of a loss for what to do with myself, so I’m training with the Argentines aboard the Infinity since quite a few of the ex-soldiers up there are at my level, so I’m not the only one out of my league.” Spike informed us before he looked at Faye. “However, a certain someone is still going to Novahome and gambling all day.”
“Sorry if we make bank, sweet-cheeks.” Swerta said from where her slime formed Faye’s bikini top. “We may be getting a lot of creds from Anno’s hacker partners, but it’s always good to have some cushion.” The sapient black bikini gave Faye’s pink basketball boobers a squeeze.
“Not to mention I like having some spending money.” Faye huffed as she drank her brothy dinner with a finger. It was cute watching her get used to being a slime...wait, what? When did that happen?! I wasn’t the only person to finally notice the pink busty slime hippogriff in the room at last and all of us who knew her personally gawked for a moment. “About damn time.”
“Rivala?” Pillar made an educated guess more than asked if it was her.
“She ‘Monkey Pawed’ me. I made a wish, she took advantage of the wording to turn me into a slime with a Golden Age body.” Faye sighed with a casual poke of her heaving hooters, which jiggled and quaked like jello and made Swerta giggle. “It’s been hard to not just bust these girls out and cause all the other gamblers to have their brains go to their-.”
“Ahem?” Jet pointedly cleared his throat to remind her there were children present and Faye rolled her eyes. “Anyway, actually, on that topic: didn’t Penny and Urta end up discovering a way for slimes to become full shapeshifters? If there was a way to get our hands on that, our slime crewmates could become even more capable of shenanigans.”
“If we could, we would have half of our problems solved right now. I’ll look into it, but otherwise we’ll have to stick to what we have, Jetty.” Eris patted her boyfriend’s back. “Now then, a quick peek into the future says the carrier won’t be ready for a couple of days even with a crew working on it, so we’re still on a waiting period.” I joined most of the others in groaning.
“I’m one fer having fun, but there’s such a thing as too much of it. Hey, wait...where’s Lucatiel?” I asked as I looked for the tiger hawk griffin hen since she had been complaining about being idle for so long. Soon enough, Collateral awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Yeah, about her? She was last seen being carried out of the current in-use hangar bay of the Infinity. Apparently, she overworked and hadn’t taken a break. She’d also impressed a lot of those shorties and, well…” Collateral shrugged and I groaned as I leaned into Vinnie.
“Vinnie, I know it’s a lot to ask, but could ya go save our EVA engineer?” I asked as I created a collar around her neck and fluttered my eyes. “Please~?”
“Oh, alright. I’ll try not to get dragged into the situation she’s currently in. I want the rest of my new jewelry when I get back.” Vinnie smooched my cheek and teleported away with a snap.
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Lucatiel had once had nightmares of this. Of being abducted by pirates and made into a whore. “Ahn~!” This was infinitely better than those nightmares! “Fuck! Fuck~! Mmph!” She was silenced by orange lips as the tiny pretty guy in front of her plowing her pussy made out with her while the other cute purple stud rammed his dick up her back door. She had no idea how they could stand without some form of bottoms! They had dicks almost as long as their legs!
“Such a beautiful bird~! Able to fix so much, so fast! So sexy!” The guy ramming her ass declared before he began cumming and Lucatiel squawked in orgasm as her bowels were basted. She was grateful that she accepted Luster’s offer of a Navel Pearl ‘just in case’, otherwise she’d possibly be dead from all the sexy femboys that had run a train on her.
She also had no idea where all this sexual stamina was coming from! She decided to blame the constant lewd shenanigans of her crewmates or maybe Luster spiked her with something. “Whoa, you’re doing good, girl.” Lucatiel looked over at the feminine voice to see Vinnie in a bikini stepping over the dozing dudes that tuckered themselves out fucking her.
“H-hey~! About time someone c-came to-oh~!” Lucatiel came as the cock in her cunt creamed her core and left her metaphorically floating a bit before the throbbing thick tumescence’s owner slumped into her modest chest and muttered gratitude before promptly snoring. “Uhn...fuck that was good. Anyway, thanks for showing up, but you’re kinda late.”
“We only just realized you weren’t at dinner.” Vinnie said with a shrug as she gently moved the sleeping little man off her and prepared to help remove his third leg from her quim.
“Considering I was accidentally shanghaied, I can see that. I’m not too offended with how reclusive I’ve been. Now I just have to hope the contraceptives I’ve been taking apply to gab and rask sperm.” Lucatiel gently pulled the orange rask’s dick out of her cunt, which copiously drooled her own lube and his discharge. “Oof, damn. I needed that, to be honest.”
“That’s good to hear.” Vinnie giggled before helping the griffin up to her paws, allowing the other sleepy rask’s penis to pull free of her thankfully clean anus. “I see Luster’s been hitting you with mods if your backdoor is that clean.”
“Ugh, I figured something like that was up. It saved my life just now in a pleasurable way, so I’m not gonna complain. I wish Rivala will turn me into a sexy buxom babe like you and the others at this rate so I can handle it.” Luca huffed before she stepped through the crowd of around twenty guys to fish her thankfully intact orange jumpsuit and EVA gear from the pile of clothes.
“Three, two, one…” Vinnie counted down before Luca was turned into the sexy buxom babe she unintentionally wished for. She was even visibly cybertronian. “Oo~. You wished, specifically, to be like me and the others. Nice~!”
“W-what?! My voice! I sound so cool! All flanged and stuff.” Lucatiel examined her soft yellow metal forearm and talons as well as looking herself over. “Whoa...wait, where is she? She isn’t around.” Vinnie smirked and Rivala, the sly slime pony fairy, poked her red and blue head out of Vinnie’s cleavage with a shit-eating grin. “Oh, you~! How’d you guess I’d make a wish?”
“Eris.” Rivala and Vinnie chorused. “Now we don’t have to worry much about you. Especially if you take an Alt, but you’re a mobile suit pilot…” Rivala mused and then looked around after realizing Vinnie and the hen were surrounded by suddenly invigorated little men with big dicks all rock hard and pointing in the air as they drooled at the two babes. “Uh, Vinnie?”
“Hm, I don’t know. They’re kinda convincing me.” Vinnie mused as the wave of horny little guys with huge cocks slowly closed in on them. “I mean, I haven’t had any short guys or femboys, but look at those dicks.” The not-a-Jolteon licked her lips in anticipation.
“They are pretty damn great.” Lucatiel awkwardly and sheepishly admitted. “Uh, fellas, you just fucked yourselves to sleep on me, I don’t think it’s good for your health to go more.” This caused them all to snap out of their Lust and growl at their dicks as they slapped the offending organs and began awkwardly staggering to clothes, apologizing to her on the way while chatting each other up as if they didn’t just do something incredibly naughty to a single griffin hen.
“You made a good point. Although, now you need to worry about the two rask ladies who will want to scan you like they did to my hubbies, wife and I.” Vinnie warned the sexy cyber-griffin as they made their way towards the hangar bay where Luca’s Rodi waited.
“I’m not into women, though.” Lucatiel mewled, not looking forward to the encounter.
“They have massive dicks now.” Vinnie added with a grin.
“...I’ll make an exception for herms.” Luca awkwardly admitted with her cheek feathers fluffed.
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“This is kinda crowded…” I muttered into Luster’s cleavage where she’d snuggled my snout among the massive group of people sharing one impossibly gigantic bed. Somehow, our room had become the Marine’s and Visi’s room without me noticing. At least in the understanding that we were all consenting adults entering a polyamorous relationship with one another.
There were enough rooms for everyone to have their own quarters and they did now, but this glorious pile of sexy bodies cuddling each other for bed was the result of everyone feeling various degrees of loneliness and wanting a partner to snuggle.
“You should see the aftermath of a block party with slimes acting as beds for everyone else once they partied themselves unconscious.” Luster mumbled back and nuzzled my brow.
“The Empire sounds like it was an epic place to live.” I muttered, enjoying the feeling of...I think Collateral’s hand on my hip since Luster and I were on top of his gloriously gigantic frame, using his pecs like firm yet supple pillows. “Well, besides the whole dictatorship thing.”
“Hey, it was an oligarchy…” Luster protested before I heard her start snoozing.
“You sound like me.” I heard Brennie whisper to me and the hand on my hip moved to tug on my tail. Heh, should’ve realized the hand was too small and feminine. “Makes me wanna fuck you.”
“Shh, bedtime.” I replied before someone climbed on top of me and it was Vinnie deciding to use me like a body pillow. “Ugh, c’mon...whatever…” This may be ridiculous, but I got to sleep quick, considering I wasn’t passing out from sexual overstimulation.
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I opened my eyes to realize I was in Paradise, next to Urta’s comatose body...as Visilia? What? “Hey, what the…?” Visi spoke with my mouth without me doing the talking! How did we do this? I mean, we’re both asleep in the same bed and the last time we did something similar...so we continued where we left off? “Jane? I know you’re there, undo this. I was hoping for a normal lucid dream of me getting knocked up by all of my husbands and wives at once.”
Oo~ sexy dream! Well, sorry Visi, I have no idea how to undo this. I can’t move or speak. She doesn’t seem able to hear me...I guess I’m a passenger right now in my own ship. I think I’ll kick back, relax and watch what sexy slime alicorn demoness Visilia gets up to with my abilities at her fingertips. I wonder where Urta and Penny are. They must be haunting Jimbo again.
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“Jane?” Visi blinked as she got up and moved about. “Honey, are you there?” Still no response and she became concerned. “Why is this happening?” She questioned before she approached Urta’s comatose body. “Oh sweetie…” It hurt so much to see her like this. Visi reached out and touched Urta’s cheek, surprised that she could touch her. Then again, Jane could touch Jim Hawkins in this state...Visi got a naughty grin as she groped her sleeping wife’s huge tits.
“Wow. Even in a coma you respond just like I remember~.” Visilia purred at the tall tent that her herm wife pitched in her sheets and she pulled it back to lick her lips at the sight of the throbbing 2-foot long 2-liter bottle thick horsedick with heaving basketball nuts churning with fresh baby batter. All for her~. “It’s been so long. I hope you’re feeling this, wherever your spirit is haunting.”
Visilia floated above her unconscious wife and bit her lip as she slowly willed herself to lower down the pillar of a penis, moaning as it penetrated her metallic red slime pussy. Her slow descent ceased when Powerful gray hands grabbed her hips and she squeaked with a surprised look down at her horny as all fuck wife practically slobbering up at her. “Mine!”
“W-wai-ahn~!” Visi’s protest was silenced by the violent yank spearing her body down her wife’s length and getting the long dong to emerge from her mouth since she had no clue how to manipulate her slime body to engulf the penis like flesh did, not with the surprise thrust! “Gargh!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it my cocksleeve wife~. Thanks for pulling me back to my body by screwing me while you’re melded with Jane. We should’ve figured this out sooner.” Urta helped Visi morph her body with strong hands and she pulled her penetrated partner down for a gentle kiss. “Thanks, Visi. As always, you’re the best wife, just don’t tell Cady I said it.”
“I missed you~.” Visi moaned as she enjoyed the feeling of Urta’s hyper dick gently gyrating inside of her slime body. “Fuck~. It’s like my whole body is one giant vagina.”
“Now you know what you’ve been missing for so long after you avoided getting slimed like the rest of them did from that unbirth into eggs transformation roleplay we did. Rexy is the king now, right? Why not join us naughty goo bitches in the slime pit~? Ninia did even if that was part of her punishment and you know how incredibly sexy she turned out.” Urta cooed while massaging Visi’s slime shoulders even while gently sawing her giant dick in and out of her wife.
“Even if he is, Rex is only the king of Tartarus.” Visi corrected her wife with a snort through panting breaths. Rex doesn’t have that much influence across their galaxy unlike his parents.
“So? You can’t be queen if you’re a slime? You’ve already had...y’know, I can’t tell or remember. Wow, this is refreshing. Not knowing how many offspring someone has.” Urta rambled while kneading Visi’s membrane and the slime alicorn demoness groaned as she moved more. “Whatever, let me torment you like how you’ve learned to torment us gooey gals.” Urta’s fingers pierced Visi’s membrane and began stirring around her stomach.
“Uhn~! After all of this, I just might decide to become slime~.” Visilia panted and groaned as a light orgasm shuddered through her red metallic body. “Fuck! I don’t think I’ve ever come from something like th-this~!” Visi quickly chained into another, then another! “Fuck me! Fuck me Urta! Give me your foals!”
“That is still the sexiest thing in the universe to hear.” Urta pulled her fingers out of the riding pony’s stomach and began properly fucking the thirsty demoness, making her bounce wildly before the vixen hissed and the mare neighed in orgasm, the loud glorping noise of high-volume ejaculation punctuating their panting breaths. “Ugh~...great wake-up call. Feel up to doing that for Penny?” Urta asked as she rubbed her wife’s thighs, but she was still filling her with cum.
“Oh, yes~!” The red demoness alicorn moaned loudly as her belly swelled with the load being pumped into her. “Mm~! S-so good, but it’s not as overwhelming as I’m used to…”
“Hey~, stow the sexy belly away if you’re gonna help my sis. As for the other bit, well, I’m not a Goddess anymore, I’m currently a demigoddess. Hng~. Now, are you quite done? I shouldn’t be going this long with how tired I am. I don’t wanna get put into a sex induced coma.” Urta panted and weakly squeezed Visilia’s thighs.
“Oh, shit, sorry.” Visi winced as she lifted herself up from her wife’s moist meat stick as she banished her belly. The huge cock was so slathered in Visi’s red grool that it almost looked like black goo, which considering Urta was flesh right now, was fucking hot. “Oh, Wiatr that is enticing, but yes. I’ll go wake up Penny, you recover, my lovely breeding bitch.”
“Mm...best wife...zzz…” Urta passed out with a smile and Visi went to the next room~.

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I groaned and sat up on Rico’s stomach, wondering when he decided he wanted me to know his name and not his alias. My bikini bottoms were soaked and Rico’s abs were drenched in my grool. Holy fuck, riding shotgun as Visi passionately fucked her wives out of their comas was fucking tits! Literally in Penny’s case, since Visi woke her up with a titjob first with her male organs out before getting a second helping of fox cream up the snatch.
“Wow.” I whispered and carefully absorbed my discharged fluids before I slithered to the edge of the bed and snuck to the bathroom, where I found Visilia was already awake and looking in the mirror. “Hey.” She jolted and looked both embarrassed and incredibly pleased at me. “Want to soak in the pool?” I asked since if I’m going to be everyone’s morning and evening bathing routine, I might as well get used to it. Besides, a quick check of my omni told me it was morning.
“Mm~ sure.” Visi purred as she staggered her way over like she’d just been split in half by two enormous dicks. Oh wait~. “Mind if I let my belly out somewhat?”
“So long as ya don’t force me to do it again, sure. As much as I like being an immobile bubble of eggs, I’d rather not risk bursting and making a glorious mess when I’m not even giving birth to them.” I chuffed with a wag of a finger at the Fertility Goddess before I stepped into the tub and rapidly filled it into a swimming pool before I leaned against the far side as if I wasn’t the pool.
“Got it.” The demoness alicorn sighed in content as her belly inflated to a reasonable size so she didn’t take up too much space. “Good morning my little ones~.” The alicorn cooed and rubbed her sides as I supported her within my slime and began scrubbing her whole body, even using tendrils to brush and scrub above my surface. “Oo~. Mind getting down there~?”
“Actually, I do. I want to talk about last night.” I said as I brought her over to me so we could be next to each other and I even put a hand to her side to stroke it. “I don’t know how, but I know why. I couldn’t move, speak or do anything, but ya did everything I somehow knew ya were going to.” I looked into Visilia’s concerned eyes and smiled. “Urta and Penny are real keepers.”
“Penny isn’t even my wife, to be fair. She’s just...so her. It helps that she and Urta are so alike. Trust me, if Nexus didn’t take umbrage with the idea because it would be ‘too much’ to be in such an extended marriage for her, we’d have married her and her wives too because they’re such incredible people.” Visi rambled and I gently took her chin to have her look me in the eyes.
“I don’t care about any of that. Visi...do ya know what’s happening to me?” I asked a bit sadly. “I’m...changing. I’m not who I was before everything that has happened. Not just physically, that’s thanks to Luster, but these other changes to who I am. They aren’t from any physical interaction. I used to be a crusty old salty dog of a pirate and a depressed government employee. Now I’m a hot space pirate queen who has all the beautiful people after me.”
“Jane, Pillar and Ani have discovered another...trait to you. You’re Force-sensitive, perhaps even the embodiment of it.” Visi apprehensively answered with a sympathetic look to me.
“Wait...what? The Force isn’t supposed to have a physical manifestation! That’s-fuck. I’m Anikan Skywalker. Please kill me now and prevent the universe from being destroyed.” I groaned dramatically and sunk into myself to my chin where I blew bubbles angrily, only for said bubbles to detach from my surface and float around like soap bubbles. “Oh, neat.”
“Sorry, but you proved it as soon as the Infinity returned to real-space. Along with your skills to pilot the Runner through all of those tractor beams in one go with barely any experience flying such a craft.” Visi pointed out the facts that I pulled off on that day. “I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but it’s what you have going on right now.”
“So Eris turned me into a Vergence in the Force or something?” I huffed before the stream of people arrived. “Forget it, I’ll worry later. At least now I know why I instinctively asked for a Light Chakram…” I grumbled and tried to relax as I was used as a bath/pool.
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“Oh, that’s great news!” Jim happily declared after Ashley informed him, Delbert and a mostly recovered Midna that Urta and Penny had woken up thanks to sexy shenanigans involving their wife Visi and Jane. “At least I won’t have that on my conscience. Also, at least I’ll have some peace.” Jim may have enjoyed the spectral sexytimes, but it was draining him. He’s not the God of Sex. He has limits, he’s not a machine. No wonder Wiatr was their wife to satisfy them.
“Yeah, tell me about it. If the Mirror of Twilight wasn’t a one-way trip, I’d ditch the shadow form forever and go home to my wives, but no, now I’m the only one able to leave Paradise.” Ashley sighed and looked down at her body. She’d materialized fully and had a similar pattern to Midna, but was dark navy blue in place of black and near-pink purple instead of pale green-blue.
She was also drop-dead sexy by all modern standards and likely ancient ones and sadly or fortunately depending on one’s point of view, clothes and other equipment didn’t translate between shadow and physical, meaning she was gloriously nude and Jim had another stiffy in his pants. Thank the forces of the universe that bottoms cover all endowments.
“I am sorry to hear this, but at least your new abilities aren’t a detraction from being able to live the way you used to.” Amelia patted the equally shapely woman on the arm before her omni rang and she turned away from Ashely. “Yes, Commander Arrow?”
“Amelia, sorry for interrupting, but I have a report. It seems an increase in Corpus ships have been seen throughout Triangulum. The network intercepted a transmission from one in the Char System that mentions Treasure Planet. I thought you’d like to know, I have also put a hush order on the news to prevent it from reaching HQ.” Commander Arrow said from Amelia’s omni.
“Oh my, that is not a good sign. Char was my next stop for clues.” Delbert voiced with worry before grabbing his notes.
“So what is all this hubbub about Treasure Planet? It’s just a myth.” Jim huffed as he casually picked up the brassy orb Delbert was so fond of and he pressed some random buttons, which suddenly sunk in and left the outer shell free to move. Smiling, because he loved puzzles, Jim quickly began moving the alien Rubik’s Sphere around.
“Hey! That’s a valuable piece of archaeological-!” The sphere suddenly *Clicked* with finality before expanding in Jim’s hands. It then rapidly projected pale green-white holographic particles with a fluid grace that modern hologram technology could only dream of! “What is-it’s a map! It’s projecting the Triangulum Galaxy! Look! There’s Aiur! There’s systems all around it that we haven’t even found yet! Who knows what there is to find?!”
Indeed, it was a map! Not just a map either! This was such a complex and defined map being projected within Amelia’s quarters, that it very well might even be the most comprehensive map of Triangulum to date! As the last and smallest of the Three Galaxies, Triangulum was woefully underexplored, especially due to the powers that be deciding that feuding over the existing territories in Andromeda and Milky Way took precedence.
“Hold on, if this is that complete of a map...then somewhere here is Treasure Planet!” Ashley deduced excitedly, her twin tails clapping their hands as she sandwiched her breasts with her wrists and accidentally sprayed some milk from her thimble-sized nips. “Woops, sorry.”
“However, it isn’t automatically directing us to it, meaning we still need to gather clues to narrow it down. Char, was it? Hm...I’ll make a convincing excuse that the Corpus presence there coincides with rumors of the Silver Pirates and have the Legacy head there now that the suppression of the uprising on Zalus is complete.” Aka: plenty of the population has been culled.
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“Am I really the best choice?” Vinnie asked her fellow warriors/lovers/betrothed as she clutched the translated Je’daii tome to her bosom uneasily. They’d just finished breakfast and today was another waiting day due to the carrier still being upgraded to modern FTL standards when her husbands and wives pulled her aside and Edward handed her the much thinner tome. It read more like an instruction manual than a flowery spiritual tome thanks to Ani’s efforts.
“Unfortunately, yes. You’re the only one who is far more intimately close to her as well as the Aspect part, along with being the veteran mage among us.” Edward answered with a sigh. He would have asked Kevin to do it, but he and Jane have barely spoken, let alone gotten intimate. Besides, with Juneau in his pants, he’s often sexually sated more than the rest of them.
“Here I was just hoping to get bejeweled by her today, instead I get to be her Je’daii master. I don’t even know if I can use the Force. We may have the Aspect of Soul in common, but that can’t be everything.” Vinnie protested and then squeaked when Brennie groped her tits and smished the tome deeper into her cleavage thanks to having been in a bikini.
“Which is why we are testing this out. If nothing comes from it, no need to worry, but if something does happen, congratulations, you’re Force-sensitive. Let’s begin.” Edward urged her to read from the newly printed book after Brennie stopped giving her pleasurable nipple-tugs and Vinnie mewled before she turned to head to her room so she could read in peace.
“If she is Force-sensitive, what does that make the rest of us?” Brennie questioned as she leaned on Rico.
“We don’t know if all of us are Force-sensitive. Relax. If we are, well, then we get to be Space Wizards.” Rico patted her back and then hummed. “Hey, it’s been a long while since we had our wings out, why don’t we go for a flight so we don’t interfere with anything, huh?”
“That sounds nice.” Brennie agreed and let Rico lead the way with her hand in his while Kevin and Edward followed. Indeed, considering their track record, getting out of the way would be for the best...they’d better grab Visi too.
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I gulped Jimbo’s delicious fruity cum from the flask while a pump at the bottom of the tub took away excess slime. I’d decided I didn’t want to worry about being the Force Manifest, so I decided to finally get around to donating my nutritious slime so the workforce could be fed. I could just donate Jimbo’s semen, but no! It’s mine! His tasty cummies are mine!
“Thank you for your Generosity and Kindness, Lady Silver.” Atano bowed slightly with a genuinely happy yet professional expression. “While the stores aboard the Infinity were enough to last a month feeding such numbers, having an Argent Slime restock us is also helpful since our resident slimes were taken by the Warp.” Atano’s face saddened and I took the flask from my lips to let it pour into the tub. I can absorb it this way, but gulping it is so much better.
“It saddens me to hear this. If ya have any volunteers, my lover, Rivala, is a Wiatr Fairy. She could grant a wish to turn them into Argent Slimes to help with your power needs.” From what I know, ancient ships like this were reliant on Argent for power. Not having a resident Argent Slime was essentially a death sentence. I’m not going to let that happen.
“You have a-of course! Her assistance would be greatly appreciated. If she is willing, I’ll ask around for volunteers among the crew.” Atano bowed again and I leaned back in the tub.
“No need to bow. I’m just doing my job. I claimed ya as my own, so it’s my responsibility to care for your well-being and ability to tend to said well-being. Now, unless yer gonna to join me, please go about yer business.” I waved my hand idly before I reached for my-.
“Then I think I will go about my business.” Atano abruptly stated with a slightly dazed tone and then promptly left me alone in the empty ‘Slime Sloot’ room, feeling faintly horrified.
I just violated her Freedom! No, wait, what? I didn’t?! How the fuck-because all I did was urge her to do something she already wanted to do? Force compulsion isn’t mind control, it’s just a suggestion? That...is fucked up. I feel unclean. Too bad my own slime is the cleanest thing there is, but it feels so dirty right now. I’m just gonna sit here and...blow bubbles, I guess.
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Quedia was watching the holo when Bask entered with urgency, scooped her up into his powerful arms and carried her to the bedroom. “B-Bask?! I-I didn’t think we would be doing something like this so-mrew?” Quedia was confused when he gently pushed her into a hatch that was previously hidden under the panel of his closet floor. “Bask?”
“Quedia, be quiet, stay hidden. Whatever you hear, do not come out.” Bask hissed with fearful eyes that clashed with his determined tone before he closed the hatch, leaving her in a dimly lit 7x7 metal box with some packaged snacks and water.
Her godly pride chafed at being handled like a defenseless maiden, but Bask was scared and that frightened her. In the few days they’d been together, Quedia had quickly latched onto him and feared for his safety. If something scared a dragon, then it was something that was indeed to be feared.
She sat down in the corner, idly opening up a pack of jerky and nibbled it with some water. Whatever it was, she ended up waiting for hours before the hatch opened and Bask poked his head in-. “Bask! My gosh!” She rushed to him and allowed him to help her out, but then she was whispering the gentle prayer of Warmth to heal the swelling and bruising he had. “What happened?!”
“Nothing, just an unexpected visit from the Taxmen.” Bask snarled with disgust and fury. “The Corpus are far from home, but they find ways to extort credits out of everyone regardless of affiliation. Supposedly it goes to paying for public works projects, but that’s gotta be a bunch of hooey.” Bask muttered as he watched his injuries fade in the soft firelight.
“Why would they be here? What is the Corpus? Do you work for them?” Quedia asked rapid-fire, because while he’d been filling her in every day on new things, it was a slow process.
“Money, a paramilitary megacorp and no. I work for the UnSC.” Bask promptly answered before he got up and pulled Quedia to her paws by her hand. “What was that about us doing something?” Bask asked with a cheeky grin and Quedia’s tail twitched while her cheeks flushed.
“N-nothing!” Curse this sexy mortal! She felt like an innocent maiden all over again!
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“Brrr~! Is it just me or did it get cold all of a sudden?” Brennie asked as she rubbed her arms.
“Well, we are flying in nothing besides swimsuits. Maybe we should put on actual clothes? Not that we need them, being Transformers and all.” Kevin pointed out with a tug of his trunks.
“Wait, she can’t feel cold. This is a sign.” Edward quickly reminded them before turning to Brennie. “Can you think of any reason why you feel this way?”
“Fuckin’ Hell if I knew, man! The closest I can tell is that it feels as if a conflict was on a collision course. Except this...was another faction asserting itself so suddenly, that the UnSC will respond. I think a megacorp with an over-inflated ego is trying to expand its territory, for whatever reason, I don’t know.” Brennie said to the best of her ability, before Kevin spoke up.
“Guys, I just got confirmation that a megacorp called the Corpus has entered this galaxy, in a violently swift manner. From the sounds of it, they made planetfall on Char. Wasn’t that our next objective?” Kevin asked in resignation as they halted their flight to flap in place.
“That can’t be a coincidence. Alright, call it in, emergency meeting!” Rico declared before they all flew back to base. So much for a relaxing flight.
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I got off of the gunboat acting as the ferry between Tarkus and the Infinity in Bay 3 since Bay 4 was being used to retrofit the carrier while the Bebop and Gruss were in Bays 1 and 2 respectively. Bay 4 was the largest the base possessed, any bigger ships would have to start parking at the base of the cliff.
I got plenty of wolf-whistles and cat-calls from the hired help since I was still wearing a black bikini with matching bottoms and nothing else. If I’m going to lose my clothes to whatever shenanigans come next, I might as well be next to naked. I’ve come to accept my fate. Well, for now. I will wear clothes again after my next trip to the outfit fabricator.
I yipped and laughed when one daring rask slapped my ass and I playfully kicked at his shin, which just squished my soft slime paw harmlessly before I continued onward. I patted Anno’s back and the plumage of Shekka and Hildra before making my way inside the Bebop. I greeted Faye/Swerta when I passed them in the hall and let Ed, Aurora and Ein run around me a couple times before they left me alone and I went to my room, only to pause at the door.
I didn’t really want company right now and this ceased to be my room after Luster came into my life. I didn’t want to worry her and she’d be able to tell something’s eating at me. She’s certainly in there if she wasn’t further modifying the Bebop with magic. I was so caught up in avoiding going in that I almost didn’t sense a familiar and welcome presence before said presence pressed her massive mams into my back and hefted my own. “Hey Vinnie~.” I purred.
“Hello sexy~.” She replied before nuzzling my right cheek. “What’s wrong? You look depressed.”
“I am depressed.” I sighed and leaned back into her strong yet plush embrace. “Can we hide in yer room? I don’t want to face anyone else right now.” It kinda hurts to hide it with my cheer. Yeah, it was forced right now, but this ridiculous life I’ve found myself in has been so great so far, why wouldn’t it take me out of a funk?
“Sure thing. C’mon.” Vinnie pulled me into a side-hug and led me down the hall to her room, which had a winking image of her own face on it that says ‘Best Doggo!’ under it followed by ‘Sorry Brennie, you’re still second best doggo!’. Those two~. “Okay, do you want the bed or the tub? You’re really relaxed when you’re spread out as much as you can get.”
“I just want to be alone, really, but I’d rather snuggle in bed than have someone treading me.” I replied and soon found myself snuggling with my face in Vinnie’s golden cleavage. “Why me, Vinnie? Couldn’t there have been someone else? Eris insists not, but...I just want to live my life. I feel like I’m living a lie, like I’m an imposter. Like Ciaphas Cain (https://youtu.be/oRozBAIbaG4).” Kai-Kai-Ciaphas Cain~!
“Trust me; she and her siblings pull this shit off at times. What’s worse is that they are never wrong about their choices. I trust her choice this time and I believe in you. Don’t doubt yourself and you’ll make it through.” Vinnie gave me a kiss on the head as she hugged me close.
“How can I not doubt myself? I’m a flawed fool suddenly given the Holy Grail instead of it being a euphemism. I’m surrounded by near-perfect beauties and studs who should be the Big Damn Heroes. Why am I the Chosen One? Why do I have to be the Scion?” I nuzzled her breasts and sniffled, glad that I didn’t physically cry, yet I lamented that even if I imitated the act, I wouldn’t get the catharsis of it. A small drawback to being slime, but...it’s there.
“We’ve been through what you’re going through, more or less. Brennie had it rougher than most of us. Hell, she’d been dubbed by Heaven as the Scion of Ruination. Just remember, you’re not alone. We’re all here for you, to help you through this fucked up universe.” Wow, fuck you Heaven. Putting a title like that on my Brennie, shame on you!
“Then I guess I have ya all fer support beyond the obvious. Besides, maybe if I sleep in yer womb more, I’ll pick up more traits from ya~.” I purred, some of my desire returning as the pseudo-Jolteon fought off my depression with her comfort and support.
“Oh, behave~. Besides, if you did, you might just go insane.” Vinnie cooed and squeezed me.
“In the membrane~?” I asked as I rippled the surface of my slime.
“You two! Stop being lewd and get to the bridge!” We jumped and then were dragged off.

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Ch.45
Ch.45
“Ya’ve gotta be fucking kidding.” I grumbled as we looked over the reports gathered from Hunter’s Ghosts through the extranet. “As if the UnSC and other Corps weren’t bad enough, one of the Big Three has to come barging in like a damn catkut out to get her cream.”
“Fortunately, we can leave this to the Ghosts to keep the Corpus occupied through sabotage and gaining some dirt on their plans. Even more so with the Legacy enroute to deal with the problem. Unfortunately, we’re hinging on borrowed time until we need to deploy to Char.” Vinnie let out a sigh of resignation from where she had sat next to me and was oddly hugging my right arm to her bosom while Luster did the same on my other side, sparks bridging their gazes.
“₹100 says they’re trying to find Treasure Planet?” Brennie snarked and got a round of snorts.
“No bet, that’s a given. Parvos Granum; the President, CEO and Founder of the Corpus is an ancient fossil of a human being kept alive by his Warframe companion: Protea. He’s a devout believer in Wiatr, even to this day. The Corpus are essentially the largest remaining continuous worship of the Old Gods. He wants that wealth to distribute it through Commerce.” Jet informed everyone while pulling up an image of the positively ancient human who looked like a breeze would do him in, but he was wearing a full suit of power armor with advanced life-support.
“That doesn’t sound so bad, what’s the catch?” Edward-he wants me to know~! Ahem, Edward asked poignantly and I shared a disappointed look with the other locals.
“The catch is that while Parvos’ intentions are good, his organization is a blight. Sure, when Parvos is looking, they do what he wants, but the moment his back is turned, all the money meant to be used for philanthropy ends up going into the pockets of the Corpus Elites.
“Not to mention Parvos actually went missing not long ago.” Spike commented, making Jet and Eris blink before they looked at him. “I was on the mission to sabotage the engine of his personal ship. A giant purple-blue wormhole opened up and dragged that fancy thing into the Cold Below. No idea why that happened, his ship should have just blown up.”
“Was this back when you worked for them? Because I never sent you on such a job.” Jet questioned our mutual crewmate.
“Yeah. The Corpus have been keeping it secret then? One of the Board members paid the Mafia a hefty sum. It was funny how they panicked when they couldn’t agree on a new CEO.” Spike chuckled grimly and I groaned before somehow flicking Spike’s forehead from across the table without physically doing it. “Ow!”
“Ya idjit, Spike. No wonder the C-Gov tried screwing over Arlend and the Folly. With Parvos gone, the Corpus are a rampaging Mafia of their own. Extorting and embezzling every credit they can get their hands on! Now we have an intergalactic civil war on the horizon! Before we could do it ourselves!” So many people are going to die because of this! Such a tragedy!
“I was just told to do the job. I couldn’t say no back then. It’s part of why I even ran to Triangulum.” Spike huffed and rubbed his forehead.
“Grr~! Anno!” The sexy jackal perked at my commanding tone. “Tell yer contacts to start draining the Corpus accounts! I know it's a higher risk, but tell them to move here to Tarkus. Coming from a pirate system would make sense and they’ll take their sweet time organizing a response! Shekka, Hildra!” They perked too. “Reach out to Vonee and tell her we’re gonna need a fleet ready ASAP! Get the ships in the Infinity done first!”
“Aye, Captain!” The trio of dummy thicc engineers declared before they scurried out.
“Jet, we’re gonna need a lot of ISSP contacts willing to take info from pirates, do ya know anyone?” I asked, since I’d never probed into Jet’s personal life beyond what we had already shared with one another. Jet got me out of piracy, I helped him figure out what to do after quitting the force. We never went further and were okay with that before.
“Of course I do. I owe them a few calls anyway. I’m guessing I’ll share good dirt on select targets provided by the Ghosts?” Jet asked rhetorically and I nodded.
“Yes. As fer the rest of us...I guess we’re still stuck waiting. The carrier should be ready tomorrow, but with a fucking Corpus fleet presence along with an inbound UnSC presence, goin’ ta Char with what we have now is suicide. We might be able to sneak in if-ya have cloaking?!” I asked Vinnie incredulously and she leaned back as I salivated.
“Whoa-shit, you look like Nami Mikan going gaga over Belli right now. Ahem, yeah, we have cloaking technology. However, if you need a cloak ship on hand-.” I clapped her shoulders.
“No, I meant ya have cloaking. Ya sexy, dirty, pirate’s wet-dream of a ship, luv~.” I purred as I groped her left breast and she squeaked with a surprised/pleased expression while Jet and Eris shielded the innocent eyes of Ed and Aurora. “Take me away, my dream vessel~.”
“Oh gods, yes~.” Vinnie kissed me hungrily and I was picked up and carried away in her arms.
“Meeting adjourned-?” I heard before we finished leaving the bridge.
“You’re not leaving without me.” Holy shit! How did Hunter sneak on board?! Tell me your secrets~! “No.” Hey, stay out! “Stop thinking out loud.” Gah! Well, are you gonna join in on the snu-snu? I’m too horny fer yer wife to stop now! “...Yes.” Woot! Time to sex a stud!
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“Hm~.” Brennie hummed as she snuggled against Rico’s chest, her breasts being milked while her husband gave her some tender loving. She had let her egg-filled belly out for the black wolf to run his hands all over while feeling the occasional kick from Pandora from within. Of course, Brennie wasn’t the only one enjoying this.
“Oo~.” Visilia cooed at the sensation of being pampered, grinding her ass against Edward’s groin. “As much as I’m enjoying this, what’s the occasion? You just abducted us and started massaging and worshiping us.”
“Because you’re beautiful and you’re the Best Wife.” Edward crooned as he kneaded the alicorn’s perfect ass. “You also deserve a treat for helping our wife and her sister.” Edward’s words made Visilia fluster as he moved his hands to tickle her fecund sides, making her laugh.
“Plus, there isn’t much to do yet and it’s a slow day. We wanted to make the most of it with you.” Rico chuckled as he nuzzled Brennie and held her close. “On the upside, everyone gets to enjoy your milk~. Especially before Visi’s becomes cherry-flavored slime or something.”
“Oh, such naughty husbands, using your sexy wives like cows to feed the masses~.” Visi purred before she blinked and bit her lip. “Y-you know?” Visi asked in embarrassment and with a naughty thrill. She did indeed remember how utterly beautiful Ninia was as a slime.
“Jane might not have noticed, but Vinnie was along for the ride too. She told us all about it through Kevin this morning.” Edward chuckled and clapped his wife’s ass cheeks. “Now, how about we move on from the foreplay?” Edward asked before he and Rico easily rolled Visilia and Brennie to be resting on their massive bellies on the bed with their sides touching. The towering 14 foot tall wolves then stood behind them and slapped their massive dicks into their ass cracks.
“Oh! Oh, yes~! Give it to us! Your broodslut wives demand a good fucking from their studly husbands~!” Brennie hollered, making her carnal desire known and it was met with vigor. Plunging their cocks into their partner’s sopping wet pussies, they began rutting Visilia and Brennie’s brains out atop their 6-foot wide bellies while their breasts were continuously milked.
Little did they know that there were hidden cameras recording the whole scene. The three culprits giggled ecstatically while they watched and knew that even if they weren’t likely to get any action for a good bit, they could absolutely watch this epic preggo porn and fap. Otherwise, they had work to do. Along with making other naughty plans.
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“So yer his Inventory Pet, huh?” I asked Juneau, the utterly beautiful and sexy extra-fluffy black and white Siberian Husky who had emerged from Kevin’s pants before he stripped them off and now he and Vinnie were fucking on the bed while I was oddly transfixed with getting to know the pretty doggo personally rather than lewdly. It was as if seeing her suddenly shut off my dirty desire to fuck Vinnie and Kevin in exchange for discovering this incredible gal.
“And proud of it. Besides, I’ve got the best seat.” Juneau giggled as she pointed at Kevin’s huge balls slapping against Vinnie’s thighs as they fucked doggy style, which considering everyone in the room were canid, was quite fitting. “I get to worship those anytime I want, I get to drink all of his tasty cum I can handle, which after my change, became whatever I want to have.”
“Ah, so ya are a slime. I thought ya were despite being all fluffy and fleshy right now. How are ya doin’ that?” I asked curiously and enviously. I love being slime and never want to be stuck in a limited form again after Luster healed me, but the option of being fluffy and fleshy was very enticing. I sometimes wish I could lock in a form like that and just relax instead of constantly subconsciously maintaining my membrane’s form. It’s why pooling is so relaxing.
“I got the same treatment that Penny and Urta did after I went slime so I wouldn’t die on Kevin from old age. I love him too much to leave him alone, even if he already has unaging wives, none of them are willing or able to be his Inventory Pet like I am.” Juneau then looked back at the two sexy beasts who had changed into the missionary position. Woof, I missed watching VInnie’s expression when she was twisted on his cock to do that. Oh well.
“So...sorry for brainwashing ya or whatever the Force does. I know fer fact that normally we’d both be in on this like white on rice, but I just feel like hanging out with ya instead, fer some reason besides the fact yer a cool gal.” I apologized to the beautiful babe and she shrugged while leaning back in her chair and pulled out a beer from her bountiful cleavage and held it to me. “Sorry, I swore off beer. It...it controlled my life for the longest time. I’m done with it.”
“That’s really cool, that you pushed past that. Sorry for the temptation. Do you drink at all?” Juneau asked me as she cracked the can open and sipped it. I don’t recognize the brand, but it was very fizzy and I fought off the regret. Mostly because half of me hates the flavor, ugh.
“Only small amounts and in high proof liquor. I’m a fan of mixers, highballs and spiked milkshakes.” I said as I watched her throat bulge with each gulp and I felt my arousal increasing again, but it was easy to suppress as I also leaned back in my seat. Wow, Vinnie has pipes on her. That squealing orgasm she just had made her scream and beg for his cum.
“You should see how these guys party. Holy shit, the amount of alcohol they can drink, especially Vinnie and Brennie. Those two are the party animals.” Juneau claimed as she began openly fingering herself and I groaned, allowing my arousal to surge as I joined her in casually rubbing my clit and flogging molly to the incredible scene in front of us. “I’m glad for Brennie, I was...worried that she was just another mindless grunt who never had fun outside of work.”
“So yer a Free Thinker, I like that.” I grunted and worked myself up quickly, all of the suppressed horniness surging forth and allowing me to quickly gush grool onto my seat. “Ngya~...fuck they’re so hot.” I commented as Kevin drove his knot in and began pumping his seed into his wife and I fantasized about it being me getting so fucking full of his hot, steaming cum~.
“Damn, girl, you’re a quick one.” Juneau huffed and began stuffing most of her hand up her snatch before she howled lowly and creamed her chair. “Fuck yeah, good one babe! Knock her up with plenty of pups, y’here!” Juneau cheered and then chugged the last of her beer before crushing it into a disk against her forehead and dropping it into her cleavage.
“Yes! You heard our wife, give me all the puppies you can pump into me~!” Vinnie screamed in ecstasy as her belly inflated from all the cum he’s pumping out with loud, audible glorps.
“F-finally going to do it? Fuck, we’ve been having sex for thousands of years with Brennie completely out of the loop. About damn time we finally have some pups between us.” Kevin panted and kissed Vinnie’s swelling underbelly as his protracted orgasm continued pumping. Fuck, canids are the best at continuous high-volume male orgasms~.
“Damn they’re cute.” I snickered and leaned over to nuzzle Juneau. “Thanks fer hanging out with me. I guess I didn’t need sex, just to chill. Still though, I think I should go find Luster Dawn and sleep with her tonight. My mate and I haven’t been able to have children together and I know some closeness will help assure her that I still Love her even if we can’t bear each other’s children.” I stood up and enjoyed the pet Juneau gave my tail and ass cheek.
“That’s a good idea, we won’t hold you up.” Juneau retrieved another beer from her cleavage as I left. I idly realized I was naked and hurried down the hall to my shared quarters with Luster and entered to find her working on her omni at her desk.
“Hey, I figured you’d be staying with Vinnie all night.” Luster idly commented while looking over whatever it was she was doing. She’s such a multitasker, I can’t hope to remember what she’s currently working on.
“I ended up meeting another of their wives and had a friendly chat while Kevin and Vinnie got busy on the bed.” I sat on our bed and awkwardly kicked my paws for a few minutes. “So...what’re ya doin’ right now?” Hey…is my accent thickening? Nah, couldn’t be.
“I’m going over the data I have on Hildra’s eggs. It looks like the preliminary data is quite promising, at least from my past experience.” Luster replied clinically and I looked over at the privacy curtains in the corner.
“And why am I needed?” Asked Duo, who was floating mostly out of sight with Zelma poking and prodding him with her sensor-gloved hands.
“As a control. Humans have changed the least since the Fall, mostly due to how naturally diverse Earth is even without magic in its environment and having already broadly adapted to Earth’s multitude of climates. How your species adapted advanced lungs and livers for breathing thin air at high altitudes and holding your breaths for half an hour if need be with only a few generations to adapt these traits means you haven’t needed to evolve.” Luster declared.
“I remember that when the Empire changed the Krogan into the more anthropomorphic forms they have now, they used human DNA to aid in the gene alterations to balance the Krogan lethality and durability with Human dexterity and adaptability.” Zelma commented as she turned the floating human over and ran her hands over somewhere that made Duo snicker ticklishly.
“Creating the hyper-lethal sexy warbeasts they are now.” I mean, the Krogan are one of the few species to retain the Golden Age looks of hunky hot studs and massive milky mamas. Likely because they still worship Urta and Penny which is heavily ingrained in their species’ culture.
“Hey Luster, sorry to call so late, but um, a Krogan just showed up in robes with a book depicting your ass tattoo.” Faye said over the intercom. “They just arrived in a shuttle full of limbs and blood and-.”
“It’s called a Cutie Mark you-ugh! It’s not a tramp stamp, damn it! It’s a-whatever. Tell them to find a room, it’s late. I may not need sleep, but I like to get some.” Luster huffed and shut off her omni before waving Zelma away and she took the barely-dressed floating Duo out of the room like he was a balloon designed to look like an anatomically correct human man.
“Well, this gal just pushed past me, so heads up. I’m not going to try to stop a krogan. I may be slime now, but I can’t prevent a possibly half-ton of total woman from going her own way.” Faye said and Luster groaned as she came to the bed and plopped her perfect booty next to mine.
“Great, whatever. So, let’s wait.” Luster leaned into me and I nuzzled her head as she rested her cheek on my shoulder. Soon enough, the door opened and a 7-foot tall white-robed krogan woman with a blue crest and a body that easily competed with those of us boasting the prosperous form of the Golden Age that filled her outfit gloriously with armor acting as a means to cinch the robes to her body. She had a lot of blood stains all over her.
“My Goddess of Life, I have come with an offering of raw biomass for you to convert into your armies.” She intoned with a bow before us, but she did not kneel.
“Yer quick on the uptake. She’s been a goddess for less than a week. Ah, the Force. Ya may not essentially be Force Sensitive, but Religion in this universe has a fairly similar if much more limited power. Congrats Luster: ya have yer high priestess!” I patted my mate’s back and she sighed tiredly.
“Okay, great. Find a room, go to sleep. I’ll introduce you to Zelma in the morning.” Luster deadpanned with a pout to her lips.
“As you command, my goddess.” She promptly left us and I tugged on Luster’s tail.
“Hey, what gives? I’m not looking forward to being worshiped either, but I figured ya’d handle it more politely than that. Considering yer background.” I asked in confusion and she groaned.
“Jane, hope you never get a proper following, but that’s unlikely to happen. Deities are defined by their follower’s beliefs. Before the Empire even began, a heretical sect of Skaven tried to twist and malform Wiatr with their Corrupt ways. They’re even why she’s a Slime Skaven instead of one of her four original species as her base form.” Luster muttered and I winced.
“Oh, shit. So, ya might not be a unicorn as your base form?” I asked worriedly and Luster shrugged before she pulled me down to lie in bed with her.
“I don’t know, that’s the problem. If my High Priestess is a Krogan, she’s likely from an offshoot sect that worships Life and not just Fertility, War and Power. I might turn into a vixen like Urta and Penny or I might even turn into a Krogan.”
“Oh...wait, what about the Doom Marines? They don’t seem to have changed?” I questioned in confusion, since their descriptions in faded, ancient files closely matched them today.
“Oh-ho-ho~! You are wrong! Okay, I won’t bother with the minute differences, but they are all dramatically different over thousands of years of worship. I’m actually a bit stunned with how much more relaxed they are now. They used to have spiked rods up their asses aside from Vinnie. Or at least that was the face they always showed. Now they’re less like doom and gloom warriors of the End Times and more like the fun aunts and uncles you wish lived closer.” Luster said and I snorted before trying to snuggle.
“Wha-hey~!” I whined when Luster’s body morphed into a giant sort of macabre maw and Rivala was waving cheerfully at me before I was engulfed and stuck sharing a womb with my other mate, who kissed me happily as our slime began to blend. “Mm~! Rivala~! Ahn~!” No~! I was all calmed down and ready for bed~!
I wiggled and moaned before I felt some of Luster's eggs floating around and naughty thoughts came to my head about impregnating her more. I wonder what using the Force on her during the act could do. However, that thought was shelved by Luster’s body removing all the air, forcing me to become pure slime and entwine with Rivala at the molecular level.
We swirled around in Luster’s womb, driving her to repeated orgasms until I got tired of driving her crazy and decided to settle down. Rivala did the same when I stopped resisting her slime’s movements and we just settled together, our respective Argent warmth incredibly soothing.
I thought of the situation a bit and forlornly clutched some of the drone Zerg eggs. They were just fodder for war. Until we could figure out how to have proper children, all they could do was join the soulless droids on the frontline of battle.
My intuition, Force-aided or not, told me this was a cruel necessity and I settled in, allowing my mind to drift and wondering if I’d become aware in another lewd ghostly situation.
I hope not, as fun as they are, I just want to sleep…

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Ch.46
“Ugh…” Vinnie groaned into the toilet bowl after vomiting up some argent. “What the fuck~? I haven’t had morning sickness...ever.” Vinnie spit some more argent out of her mouth and huffed as she sat up, rubbing her abs as Kevin and Juneau hovered over her in concern. “Then again, I’ve never been knocked up by a fellow cybertronian.”
“Not even with Brennie?” Kevin questioned as he joined his wife in rubbing her stomach.
“I wish. We did fuck, yeah, but we were always careful like how I was with the rest of you. There were plenty of opportunities, but another of our wives, husbands or the Chaos Trinity always ended up causing that to not happen. That or one of Brennie’s hot as fuck friends.” Vinnie jealously muttered as she went to the shower and turned it on with her wife and husband joining her. They figured that with how Jane skipped out on the fun last night, no pool party today.
“Well, what about Nexus? Didn’t you all have children together at some point with her?” Juneau asked curiously, since she too had sexual relations with Nexus and her harem of wives.
“Hm...yes, but...she was always the mother in that case. I didn’t get to bake any of her buns in my oven.” Vinnie mused with bemusement. “Huh, wow. How did we not marry her?”
“Let’s not talk about wanting people who already decided against it to be in the marriage. They’re good intimate friends and that should be enough. Don’t be like Brennie pining after Meen-Rei.” Kevin chided his wife and Vinnie pouted impetulantly before her stomach roared and she groaned.
“Fuck~. I laughed when Nexus talked about the cravings and intense hunger, but fuck I’m craving metal, argent and all kinds of stuff. I could really go for some carbon.” Vinnie mewled as she quickly rinsed off and got out while Juneau and Kevin stayed in for a more thorough wash. “I’m gonna go try to sate this weird hunger, let the others know I’m out in the wastes.”
Vinnie quickly summoned her armor, since it was faster than getting dressed. She then left the room and immediately ran into Brennie, who was conveniently heading the same way. “Cravings?” Brennie asked breathlessly, also in her armor and looking rather harried. At least her spiky ponytail gave her some semblance of having it together. Did she look just as bad?
“Fuck yeah. Who bred you?” Vinnie asked while they descended the ramp into Bay 1 and nearly jogged to the lift to the surface. Vinnie and Brennie leaned against the wall and promptly vomited up some more argent, Brennie’s being red while the blue of Vinnie’s was now laced with bright yellow, synonymous with Life which she still held the majority of.
“Rico.” Brennie answered with a huff and smacked the button for the surface level. “Shit, I laughed at Nexus for telling us about this. The sooner we get materials in us, the better.” Brennie leaned into her wife and the two held each other up as some dizziness set in. “This fucking sucks, but she mentioned it felt really satisfying once she had materials in her.”
“Then we better chow down on all the scrap we can.” Vinnie belched and they staggered out into the wastes, not even bothering to hunt for quality, they lunged at the nearest pile of junk and began eating.
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“So to recap: the raid on Char is on hold due to how volatile the situation has become. We’ll need to continue building up our forces and resources. Hopefully the things that Jane has set in motion will give us an advantage there.” Bones turned off the hologram and sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose. “That boyfriend of your mate better pull through.”
“Hey, he makes Jane happy just by existing, I’m not going to doubt him.” Luster huffed with a pat of her flat stomach while she hovered, once more adopting her preferred maykr tendril legs and levitation-granting wings. “Besides, he’s got Urta and Penny’s Aspects. He’s not helpless.”
“Considering how good at combat Urta is, that is reassuring.” Pillar stated with a look around. “While it seems we’re still stuck hurrying to wait, we’re all going to be fairly busy even with our own pursuits. While we don’t know exactly what Jane’s plotting, we’ll try our best to be prepared for whatever comes of her schemes. I’ll be returning to the Infinity with Collateral today. Repairs are going quickly thanks to the extra help and Lucatiel’s skill.”
“Daw~ you’re making me blush~!” The hyper-busty cybertronian tiger hawk griffin wiggled cutely before she adorably patted her cheeks. “Anyway, I better go get in my Rodi, there’s work to do.” Luca ended up leading most everyone out, but the Argentines stayed with Luster for a moment.
“So, she’s in there again, huh?” Visilia asked with a pat of Luster’s falsely flat stomach and the glowing purple Navel Pearl in her belly button. “I feel your body just roaring to make more eggs.”
“They’ll just be more drones. Aside from using them as fodder, I don’t see a point.” Luster mewled sadly as Visi kneaded her stomach. “Gosh that’s nice...yeah, I’m a broodmother, through and through. I need to breed. It’s practically encoded in me. I never got knocked up before, so my instincts didn’t really go past the usual horniness, but now I’m obsessed.”
“Well, if you’re going to have to make fodder minions anyway, why don’t you try something using a Thraggen as a base? Make Orks! Prepare them for WAAAGH!” Collateral joked and Pillar socked him upside the head with a hiss, but Luster tilted her head in interest.
“Ignore him! Do not make fungal-based orc-like dumbarses obsessed with war.” Pillar urged, but Luster just smiled evilly with a head-splitting glasgow-grin.
“Bitch, they’re the only ones having fun in the 40K universe and they make some of the wackiest weapons! Don’t say otherwise!” Collateral argued with him.
“...Okay, you make a point, but you’re telling the current Zerg Queen to make a Zerg strain that self-propagates off of spores and is a green tide of muscular idiotic death.” Pillar countered with a sigh of resigned frustration.
“That uses the power of Imagination! The amount of physics-breaking they do is hilarious within its own right.” Collateral added on.
“I don’t think I can manage that much, but I can make a rapidly growing army of green brutes easily. I still haven’t hatched those hundreds of eggs that Jane and I made earlier, I’ll start with them...but I need a Thraggen. Send someone to Surprise Recruit a Thraggen from Novahome.” Luster hovered away, giggling maniacally with her leg tendrils writhing happily.
“I think you just created an army of monsters, Rico.” Visilia chuckled darkly.
“Sweet!” Rico cheered before his brother brought his hammer down on his head.
“This is not sweet!” Edward snarled with worry and frustration.
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“Why is this so sweet?” Brennie asked Vinnie as she munched on garbage. “I mean, this trash tastes good.” She crunched on the handful of nuts and bolts that were sweet and tangy. They got a bit of umami to them when they were greasy, but the formerly wild gab-goos were good at leeching as much lubricant as they could from the environment.
“Don’t ask me!” Vinnie said through a mouthful of bleached circuit boards before she took a swig of oil she’d cracked an archaic engine block to get to. “This has no right to be so tasty.” Vinnie declared before reaching into the pile of junk, only to hiss and withdraw her hand before a hulking roach-person emerged from the pile. Sydians were easily described as anthropomorphic brown roaches with tribal-level knowledge and cultures. They also ate iron in all forms.
“Offworlders. You too consume the bounty of the land?” The towering brown hulk questioned in slightly halting Common with curiosity as his feelers waved in their direction. “You are metal people, who eat metal? Are you cannibals?” He questioned while crossing his four thick arms.
“We’re hungry Cybertronians because we’re pregnant.” Brennie answered with a pat of her stomach while looking the potential threat up and down. He had the build of a warrior.
“Ah! Good. women with eggs must nourish them well. I am Big Rock, I come to know if this tribe claims this land.” The aptly named 9-foot wall of chitinous muscle stated with his hands on his slim hips which were much thinner than his broad shoulders.
“Sorry if we are intruding, we’re just really fucking hungry.” Vinnie mewled as she continued to stuff her face with literal garbage.
“These lands near the Outworlder home are left alone. I ask because that would make you our nearest neighbors. By tradition, we must welcome you to the region and lay down borders so we do not interfere with each other’s scavenging.” Big replied before he bashed his four fists together with a grin and a chitter of the mandibles on his cheeks that met in front of his mouth. “Or, we could engage in a contest of muscle to determine supremacy.”
“You challenge those who are pregnant?” Brennie asked with a raised brow. “That doesn’t sound very honorable.” This made Big Rock tilt his head in confusion.
“But women are strongest when empowered by their vicious instincts to protect their unborn clutch and have been known to tear dozens of kin apart swiftly. Are your kind not strong when you are with children?” Big Rock questioned curiously with a scratch of his head.
“Okay, you have a point. Yes, we are strong when we are with children. It’s just a social faux pas to challenge a pregnant woman to a physical contest.” Big looked utterly confused. “Uh, it’s not polite.” Brennie’s clarification mortified Big and he got on his hands and knees.
“Sorry! I meant no insult! I will let others know of this.” Big’s prostration made both of the ancient warrior women uncomfortable and they pulled him to his feet before guiding him inside for a more thorough talk.
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“So, who are you?” Jet asked the Krogan woman carrying drums of dismembered corpses through the Bebop, unamused at the blood and viscera she was trailing through his home.
“I am Biachia, worshiper of Life.” The Krogan told him as she casually held the large drums up, one in each arm, to sidle past him down into the heart of the ship, where Luster Dawn’s hatchery resided. “I am here to see if I can help my goddess. I brought an offering of the flesh of my fallen enemies to fuel her budding engine of War.”
“That’s considerate of you, but you’re getting our home filthy. When you’re done, clean up this mess or at least find one of the slimes willing to do it since I don’t think using chemicals to clean the floor will be appreciated by any of the pregnant ladies aboard.” Jet chuffed and went towards the bridge with a shake of his head. When he sat down, he patched a call through to the Ghosts at Novahome. “Captain Tahillia, this is Jet Black. What’s the news?”
“We’re following a group of pirates causing some trouble. One of them blabbed about some stupid plan to hold the planet ransom by taking a slipspace bomb to the Stellar Tether that keeps the two halves of Tarkus from floating apart.” Tahillia reported and Jet rubbed his snout. He’d be worried, but the Ghosts were Argentines and not about to let that happen.
“Typical dumbass pirates with more ambition than brains. Is one of them a Thraggen, though? This crazy plot to grow an army of those muscle-headed pain junkies relies on one joining our crew.” Thraggens were fucking crazy. The Death World the goblins they’re descended from rapidly evolved them into hulking roid raging warbeasts that actually feel pleasure from pain.
“One, woman.” She answered curtly.
“So, what’s her name?” His crew was obnoxiously huge by now, but a big family was a big family. By his girlfriend’s glorious tits, they keep Surprise Adopting new crewmembers.
“Khorgan, she’s the captain of this small crew of pirates. We’ll subdue them shortly. Advise, what do we do with the rest?” Tahillia questioned.
“I’m not a cold-hearted person. Drop them off somewhere, but grab another engineer if you can. Actually, scratch that; take them all. They must have at least one ship. Steal it along with the crew, we’ll be adding them to the fleet.” Jet said casually. They had to start somewhere and while the Infinity is a beyond impressive boost, they still needed to gather more hands. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.” Tahillia replied as Jet kicked his boot-clad paws up on the console.
“Why don’t you Argentines bring in your own ships?” That would solve a good number of issues.
“The barrier is still at play. Until it is removed completely, we cannot bring in anything bigger than a gunboat.” She answered with a sigh.
“I understand that, but don’t you have technology to shrink things down like the Empire used all the time?” Jet asked curiously, since the Empire did so many ingenious things with that magic and technology. It was perfected and innovated so much that to this day, size-control collars were still able to be made so giant species like dragons could live normal lives. He even heard myths and legends about Urta once hiding a whole fleet in her storage and becoming the size of a planet before unleashing them from her cleavage.
“...Yeah, we do. Huh...why didn’t we think of that? Oh, right, we don’t do things like what the Empire does. Bring this up with Queen Visilia, however.” The line cut out and Jet got up to do just that. He went through the Bebop to her room and poked his head in. Then he checked the other rooms until he found Visilia with Brennie, Vinnie and a huge nearly-naked tribal.
“Huh? What’s a Sydian doing on board? Whatever. Visilia: why don’t you have one of your giant folks have a fleet of ships go into their storage, become normal-sized, then come here to deliver reinforcements?” Jet questioned and Visilia’s eyes glazed before she bit her lower lip in fury.
“Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff- (https://youtu.be/CEjWTDEkMaY)!”
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“...I feel very amused right now for some reason.” Urta suddenly commented at dinner with her loved ones.
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“Okay, Jet, tell us: what do you know about our fleets? From what we’ve learned, our involvements have been heavily censored and rewritten.” Brennie asked Jet while Vinnie calmed their wife down from performing a TFS Vegeta scream.
“Not much, just that you easily rivaled and likely outstripped the Empire for naval capacity along with your ground capability. Don’t you have someone of epic enough size to act as a surprise fleet carrier?” Jet questioned, because the legends of the giant goddesses were epic enough not to be lost entirely through verbal tradition.
“No, we don’t. Also, look.” Bringing up her Omni-tool, she showed him some pictures of a Star Fort. The design was very gothic and elegantly brutal in its grim facade along with the batteries of weapons everywhere.
“Oh, that must be a StarFort. How big is it compared to the Infinity? Considering that Space Hulk can classify as an artificial moon.” Jet whistled in appreciation of the design.
“This is a Ramilies-class StarFort. It’s only a quarter the size of the Infinity, but that’s the standard near-stationary system defense platforms of Devorak’s navy. Our standard fleet ships are up to half her size. While the Empire had grand one-offs like Infinity, we have spent longer refining a combination of size and efficiency.” Brennie stated while bringing up one such dreadnought. Considering it dwarfed the super-dreadnoughts of this universe, whoa.
“I see, so not even your smaller ships are small enough for your largest able-bodied person to store.” Jet groused in disappointment.
“Wait, hold on, didn’t a bunch of Ancient Dragons immigrate to Devorak over time? They never stop growing, we might be able to track down one big enough to do it!” Vinnie brought up and Visi nodded through her panting breaths.
“That’s why I got so fucking furious with myself for not considering it.” Visilia took a deep, calming breath and then let it out. “Yes, there could very well be planet-sized giant citizens in Devorak who live utterly normal lives with size-control collars that they are practically fused to with how they are never taken off for obvious reasons. I need to call my son.”
“Our son.” Brennie pointedly reminded her and Visi fluttered her eyes at her wife before quickly leaving the room. “Hopefully he hasn’t caused himself to suffer a mental breakdown.”
“I can tell you’re reluctant about this. I appreciate you wanting to keep this on the down-low until we’re ready, but things have changed and we have to adapt to it. Just have a little faith, because we really need you.” Jet told her and then left the room to attend to his duties.
“You speak like allied chieftesses discussing war. Do you bring it to our doorstep?” Big questioned and Brennie sighed before sharing a look with Vinnie.
“Sadly, yeah. Or rather, it’s always been here, now it’s about to properly break out.” Vinnie told the hulking bug with a finger pointing up. “It’s beyond this world, encompassing all that we outworlders know. Tarkus is going to be a turning point.”
“Which means we’ll be using a lot of the planet’s excess junk for building and maintaining the local garrison. We won’t be too dependant on Tarkus’s scrap stockpile once we have a few Sweepers on this side of the dimensional boundary, but otherwise, your world is going to get a lot cleaner.”
“Our food? Our homes? You would take them for this war?” Big Rock questioned in shock and Vinnie patted one of his beefy arms.
“Yeah, but I’m sure we can work out nicer homes and provide you better quality food. Having some Sweepers go over Tarkus and cleaning it up would reveal the long-forgotten ground beneath the trash and then the gathered resources could be properly utilized to make this world safer and habitable for more species while improving your kind’s quality of life.” Vinnie said while gesturing around her. “A place like this, imagine each Sydian living in homes like this.”
“Soft beds, safe shelter, easier food…” Big Rock mused and then grunted. “Many Sydians will not like having to change, but as much as I like fighting, I do not like it to be necessary. I will go to my clan chieftess and she will decide what we do next.”
“Just remember that we do not want to be enemies.” Brennie assured the big bug and he nodded before he left the room. The moment he was gone, Brennie and Vinnie groaned as their stomachs roared in demand for more materials. “Vinnie~! We shouldn’t have let our sexy husbands knock us up~!” Brennie whined as she willed herself not to start eating furniture.
“Shut up and start dumping junk from our storage on the floor!” Vinnie whimpered and began grabbing miscellaneous things from her cleavage after she despawned her armor and began desperately shoveling them into her mouth, where they were instantly reduced to a slurry on contact with her teeth so she could chew and swallow. Brennie promptly mirrored her.
“Curse you Rico, you sexy bastard! I’ll get you for this!” Brennie sniffled as she ate junk food.

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Ch.47
Ch.47
I woke up to discover Luster’s womb was suddenly chock-full of eggs. Whoops, that might’ve been me. I actually got some sleep and I vaguely think it was a wet one. A few moments later, the eggs were all gathered in a sort of net that filled with fluid, forcing Rivala and I out against the walls of Luster’s uterus while the eggs were isolated away from us before the net closed up into a second womb moments before Luster’s body split open like that maw she used to engulf me, dumping us out on the creep floor of her hatchery faster than the usual exit would’ve taken.
“Oof~. You sexy bitches, getting me so full of eggs in your sleep.” Luster huffed after her body morphed back down to her preferred unicorn maykr form and she slapped her abs. “Thanks, I’m going to need as many as possible if I’m going to make an army of mindless drones to spare the Lives of those with Souls.”
“Oh? Yer not upset about it now?” I asked after I formed my body and slurped my excess slime into storage and helped Rivala to her paws after she did the same, only for her wings to make her float and she cheekily winked at me, so I rolled my eyes. Right, fairy, flight. At least she appreciated the gesture.
“Collateral gave me a great idea! I’m going to make Orks!” I blinked at Luster’s words before I screamed in horror and grabbed her by the hips since she was floating slightly above me.
“Ya fool! Yew’ll kill us all! They’ll-wait, Zerg. Ya can control them. Okay, whew.” I firmly and swiftly spanked Luster’s ass and she squeaked. “Don’t do that! I thought ya genuinely went insane fer a moment.”
“Lusty wouldn’t start something she’d lose control over, Silvy. She’s too much of a control freak.” Rivala assured me as she rubbed my shoulders while floating at the same height as Luster. I felt a bit ticked off at realizing that of the three of us, I’m the only one without innate levitation. “Whoa!” Gah! Spoke too soon! “How are you doing that, Silvy?!”
“Help! I don’t know what I’m doing or how to stop!” I squeaked as my body floated aimlessly up and then I found myself standing on the ceiling. I calmed down when I realized I was somehow ignoring gravity. This can’t be the Force! The Force is powerful, but this is such a fucking casual and overpowered manifestation of it that-oh no~! I am the Goddess of Force! Damn it!
“I think we better-wait. Ahem: I wish Jane could control this.” Rivala shrugged with a gesture up at me. “So she can control this. You just have to figure out what you’re doing, Jane.” Luster floated up to me until we were face to face. “Hey, this is like that scene from Spider-Man.”
“But who is the hero here?” I asked cheekily before we did an upside-down kiss. “Wait, I’m Jane, so I guess yer my hero.” Luster flushed and tittered adorably while Rivala floated up to me and helped me pull myself down and right myself. Okay, so, if I just will it, ‘Force’ it through focus, I can do it. I’ve never heard of any Sith or Jedi who could fly with the Force though.
I seriously need to start figuring out how to control this immense power. Should I take up meditation? My void floating is like that, maybe I can start there...irony. I can do that whenever now instead of having to seek outer space or someone’s Inventory. I guess...I guess I was innately suited to this...I really wish I wasn’t the ‘Chosen One’ though.
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“...We could’ve done that from the beginning!” Rex bellowed in frustration on his throne as he pulled on his ears after his mother had told him of the idea of having an Ancient Dragon big enough to store ships in her cleavage do so, downsize, then deliver the small fleet on the other side of the dimensional boundary. If they find enough Ancient Dragons to do this, they could load a gunboat with them and have a whole fleet deployed within a couple of days!
“Good thing I have a dozen of their numbers on hand. Literally.” Marcus chuckled at his own joke as he used his omni-tool to que up a conference call.
“Why do you have their numbers, son?” Visilia asked with a ‘manipulative mama’ gleam in her eyes. Her sons and daughters, besides Red, have romantic relationships besides, but most of them still haven’t married! She has fewer grandbabies than children!
“I think you can guess.” Marcus replied while sticking his tongue out playfully. “Plus, I’m not an idiot who took up the damn crown.” He jabbed at Rex in annoyance.
“Grandpa wanted to retire! I’ve been the king in all but name until recently! Grandpa Hydrax has every right to relax and let us younger ageless folks do all the work.” Rex huffed defensively and Visi felt pride swell in her heart. Her son loves his grandfather dearly and ever since his grooming for the throne began, he’s done his best to alleviate stress for the ancient demon king.
“Too bad your social life isn’t all that bright.” Oof! Even Visi felt that one. Marcus is definitely like Brennie. Harsh yet witty when given the opening.
“I have one! You just don’t notice it!” Rex blushed as he shook a fist at his older brother.
“Having a gamer girlfriend you talk to every day while you play video games doesn’t count if you never met in person.” Marcus rebutted and Visilia squeaked happily at this news while Rex looked utterly mortified!
“You cur! You said you’d never tell mother!” Rex shouted in dismay before he banged his fist on the armrest. “J-just call your gal pals and ask if they’re big enough for the job!”
“Suck it up, you little bitch. For the record, yes, they are bigger than yours.” Marcus boasted.
“Size isn’t everything you charlatan!” Rex declared with his crimson eyes shining brightly and his Kingly Aura weighed down on everyone. “Mimi is perfect as she is! She doesn’t need to have a large bust or wide and full buttocks to be beautiful! She is the most beautiful person in the universe to me~!” Rex shouted as his passion filled the room with his powerful presence.
“Then grow a fucking pair and ask her out!” Marcus roared and Rex comically deflated in his throne, the impressive and powerful aura rapidly fading.
“I can’t~! She’s too sweet and pure for my filthy self to defile~!” Rex dramatically proclaimed with an arm over his eyes and even turned sideways like his throne was a fainting couch. Visilia almost laughed uncontrollably at the Rarity-like display. Perhaps he’d spent too much time in the fashionista’s presence growing up. She misses their Elements of Harmony, since aside from Twilight, none of them became ageless. Thankfully, their immortal counterparts on the other side helped sooth yet enhance that pain. She really must meet up with them sometime soon.
“And you call yourself a king?! You know what, forget it! I’ve got their numbers queued up for a mass-call.” He sent the call request and they waited a few moments before most of them answered. “Hey, this is a conference call. How many of you are large enough to store spaceships in your Inventory at full size? We need help with an esoteric deployment to a realm with restricted size on dimensional travel.”
This got a majority denial along with some flustered or prideful confirmations. The ones who were too small hung up since it wasn’t the raunchy rendezvous they expected from a call from Marcus, leaving only five on the call. “O-oh my, uh, I-I can do that.” “Oo~. I haven’t been that big in ages~.” “S-sure, I’ve got the baps for that.” “Okay?” “How’d you find out?!”
“Right, gonna need to make it up to those who hung up. Anyway, ladies. Our ancient allies need rescuing and you can help us. Can I count on you?” Marcus asked as he grinned deviously and ran his free hand’s fingers through his short hair. He couldn’t believe his Lady’s Man ways have actually been useful beyond his love life for once.
“I-I’d love to help, Marcus.” “Only if you take us on a group date~.” “W-what! He doesn’t need to do that! I’d like that though...” “Okay.” “I still want to know how you found out…”
“Deal. Thanks for your cooperation, ladies. Oh and when should we plan on the group date?” Marcus stuck out his tongue at his younger brother, who flipped him off.
“After.” They all simultaneously answered obliquely and Marcus smirked. Women, they tend to be so mysterious without even trying to be.
“Then we’ll have it after you transport the first battle groups. Come to the Palace, I’ll have security guide you in.” He hung up after they verbally confirmed and he flinched away from his mother, who was suddenly in his personal space with her eyes shining golden and her face split with a devious smile.
“So~. My son. When will I have grandbabies~?” Visi disturbingly lilted and Rex laughed.
“Hey, at least I get to have children before you.” Marcus remarked and Rex seethed at him for that.
“I do not need children to have a meaningful relationship with Mimi! I’ll have foals when I’m damn well ready.” Rex huffed and then pounded his gavel on its sounding board. “Meeting adjourned, let’s get some proper military assistance on the way.”
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When Kevin found Brennie and Vinnie, he was both disgusted and intrigued at the sight of them eating scrap, junk and garbage they were fishing from their cleavages. “Uh...what’s going on here?” Kevin asked uneasily and Vinnie turned her bright golden optics on him as they shined brightly with menace!
“You! You sexy bastard! Look what you’ve done to me!” Vinnie snarled and allowed her belly to expand, easily filling half the room before it changed dimensions to free up space. “I need to keep eating materials to fuel the construction of these protoforms! Now help me feed our babies or I’ll eat you!” Vinnie shouted before her belly roared in demand!
“Oh boy! Guys, I need some backup-whoa!” Kevin was pushed to the side as a horde of rasks and gabs rushed through with tons of scrap in tow!
“Don’t worry, sweeties! Help is here!” Shekka and Hildra declared in unison as they flowed in with the other shorties, causing the room to expand further to accommodate all the extra mass entering its dimense.
“You should’ve mentioned this to us!” Anno barked as the white jackal slime entered and began pouring junk from her cleavage onto the pile that several of the men began retrieving bits from to hand-feed to the two ravenous pregnant cybertronians, who were even being seated on padded makeshift floor-level seats while others rubbed their shoulders with several rubbing Vinnie’s belly. “I’m out! Group 3 stays with me! Groups 1 and 2 keep pampering!”
Kevin stayed out of the way as Anno led the charge of shorties back out of the room with Shekka tending to Brennie and Hildra tending to Vinnie. “I’ll just-wah?!” Before he could do anything, Kevin found himself underneath Vinnie’s pregnant ass with her groin pressing on his. “Guh!”
“What th-?!” Rico’s voice could be heard when he found himself in a similar position as his brother. Brennie huffed when she let her equally massive belly out like Vinnie and the rasks and gabs gave her fecund swell the same lavish treatment. “Uh…whoa. What the hell?”
“You two sexy bastards stay right where you are~.” Vinnie growled before going back to feasting on the junk being brought to her by her servants and Brennie did the same. “Move your hips, Kevin! In fact, get out of that armor!”
“Vinnie, won’t we risk getting even more pregnant?” Brennie huffed as she rocked her engorged mons against Rico’s armored groin. “Fuck, now that I’m getting enough material in me fast enough, I’m getting fucking horny. Rico! Fuck me you hot horndog!”
Doing as they demanded, the two manly wolves got out of their armor and slipped their already hardened meat sticks inside the pregnant ladies’ quims. Well, if they wanted a good fucking, they got one. Of course, the others also wanted in on the action~.
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Visilia felt like she was missing out on something that she’ll regret later, but right now it was best if she remained involved in the current events as she watched the five beautiful stone-scaled dragonesses being briefed by Marcus in the hangar of Star Fort Antilles in orbit around the throneworld.
They each had the ubiquitously ‘average’ matronly body type that was popular in Devorak like it was in Andromeda and the Milky Way, but were easily different from their facial features, horns and scale colors along with their vastly different personalities. Each may have been several thousand years old, but none of them acted like wise old ladies.
Dulvex was the soft pink soft-spoken one that reminded her painfully of Fluttershy. Travelex was a vibrant rose red with a saucy and overwhelmingly sensual and carnal personality. Freval was a soft blue girl-next-door type who didn’t seem too strongly in any direction. Uri was pitch black and was practically the reincarnation of Maud Pie with her bland emotionless expression and one-word deadpan responses. Lastly, Syrex was a green twitchy type who was antsy as hell.
From presence and appearance alone, Visi approved of Marcus’s tastes, but each was such a vastly different personality she found it hard to believe they could get along. “Okay ladies, now that you know, chins up, we need to get the readings from your size-control collars.” Marcus declared and they each raised their chins towards the ceiling, baring their throats.
A Scinox approached and clamped a standard thaumic scanner to Dulvex’s collar first, making the pink woman squeak quietly and quiver like a leaf. “Her full size is easily equivalent to Luna-1.” Visi whistled, which meant the pink dragoness was by mass as large as Luna’s moon, which in Devorak at least, was the same as the Marine’s Earth’s moon.
“Damn girl! You’re huge!” Travelex cooed and let the Scinox clamp her collar. “So, how big am I? It’s been thousands of years since I last let loose in a friend’s Inventory.”
“Slightly smaller than Dulvex, but barely.” Travelex pumped a fist happily while the Scinox went to Freval and scanned her collar. “Slightly bigger than Dulvex.” Freval seemed mildly upset, but didn’t say anything as the Scinox moved to Uri. “Wow, twice the size of Dulvex. You must be the largest Ancient Dragon on record. You could be a small planet by yourself.”
“Cool.” Was Uri’s bland response to the incredible news as Syrex twitched and fidgeted while being scanned.
“S-so, I must be too small, right? Right? I’m definitely too small. I was wrong about-.” The scanner blared and Syrex pulled a Pinkie Pie and somehow teleported behind Uri for cover while leaving a her-shaped cloud of dust on the immaculate space station.
“Forget the claim that Uri is the largest on record! Syrex is big enough to register as a planet three times the size of the throneworld! How old are you?” The Scinox questioned the green dragoness, who was too busy cowering behind the impassive Uri to answer.
“I blame the mineral milkshakes she binges on.” Marcus chuckled amicably as he tried not to think of how hot it was that each of these girls he’s been intimate with was utterly gigantic in scale in their truest form. “So then, each of you can easily harbor entire fleets of ships with Syrex capable of transporting Star Forts. I remember that Ancient Dragons don’t need to breathe, is that right?” They all nodded, including Syrex getting her back patted by Dulvex.
“We can store oxygen for a while, about six years.” Freval answered helpfully. “Plenty of time for us to do what you need.”
“Just don’t get naughty with us big boy~. After all, we’ll be entirely nude. Don’t go thinking you can ram one of those phallic-shaped ships up our-.” Travelex was silenced by Uri pinching her snout with two fingers.
“Work.” Uri intoned before she casually tore off her tear-away pants to reveal she came commando and then rolled her T-shirt off to stuff them into her bare cleavage. Dulvex and Syrex squeaked and covered their eyes while Freval looked away and Travelex purred in appreciation.
“Uh, well, it’s a good thing I’ve already called for the ships to be ready. Just step out into the void and size up when you’re ready, ladies.” Marcus gulped as he valiantly tried to remain professional despite his boner in his Inventory. Uri was the blunt bulldozer that ignored all things in the way of doing what she was set to do, so long as it was legal to do so, she’s not a rebel.
“Actually, son, with how massive they are, we should move further out of the planet’s gravity well so they don’t cause tidal surges and other gravitational anomalies.” Visilia advised and Marcus nodded thankfully for his mother’s input. “Let’s take a gunboat a minimum safe distance away and let them take the airlock out. I’m sure they’ll be large enough for navigation to find.”
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Jester danced and twirled around the ship that was ferrying her away from containment and then she prat-fell butt-first onto the lap of her savior, the super-sexy Ivara Prime and her wife that wore her: Kasumi Goto, with their shoulder-husband the assistant droid KJ-G2.
“Yes, yes, you’re happy I got you out.” Kasumi chuckled and poked the Jester in her modest chest. “We have some work for you.”
Jester mutely giggled before wiggling her bum on Ivara’s lap and squishing Ivara and Kasumi’s heaving hooters into her back.
“Careful you two. Remember what happened the last time you let another Warframe get intimate.” KJ-G2 warned his wives with a disapproving glare of his telescope eye at Jester.
Jester waved him off and then bounced against the fused woman’s thighs in excitement.
“Alright, alright. Now then, there needs to be some mayhem…”
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Jim paused in his kata, feeling a profound sensation of hope fill him. It was now possible! His mind filled with tactics and strategies, unbidden, staging from...Tarkus? Tarkus? The garbage dump of Quadrant 7? That place was...genius! It was mobile, it was laden with resources, it was filled to the brim with rebellious and violent types who have no love for the Govs or Corps!
That’s where Jane is! That’s where the Silver Pirates are preparing their revolution! Jim hurried from his personal training room and couldn’t stand the wait on the elevator up to Amelia’s quarters. They were still in FTL heading to Char, but after whatever unfolds there, their next heading was now clear to him.
When he entered, he paused as he watched Amelia moan with her vagina spread wide by Ashley’s huge kitty-cock and Midna sucking on Amelia’s tits. Delbert was facing the other way in his small lab running tests and experiments as usual with his earphones in since he didn’t like to hear or see his ex having sex for obvious reasons.
“Uhn~! Jim! Get over here and fuck this four-handed shadow-demon!” Amelia panted as she bounced on said woman’s dick, the ahuizotl groaning and biting her lower lip.
“I’d love to, but I have important news-!”
“Shut up and get over here, stud! Your mate gave you an order! Now put on a condom and fuck me while I fuck her!” Ashley snarled and Jim quickly stripped naked to obey.
One doesn’t deny a horny woman without consequence, after all.

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Ch.48
Ch.48
“Intrusion in deck 12!” Shouted a Corpus soldier as he fired a machine-gun at Jester, who rushed him with her dual daggers, dancing with glee as blood drenched her lithe from. Kasumi snuck around the ship above Char as they searched for intel on High Value Targets.
One such file came to her attention: a black lioness who was brought in by a UnSC employee, a dragon named Bask. She seemed to vanish afterward and searching Bask’s quarters afterward had yielded nothing. Evidence of his increased purchases at the commissary suggested he was hiding her somewhere, but interrogation of him has also yielded nothing.
“There’s one. What else is worthwhile?” Kasumi then found something that made her coo. “Jackpot.”
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Edward entered the room where all of the chaos was happening and sighed at the sight of two hyper-pregnant bitches being fed by a train of eager shorty servants as his fellow harem husbands fucked them from underneath, pinned by the glorious asses and bellies of their mates. He rubbed his temples and whispered prayers to whoever was standing in for Urta and Penny for strength before approaching.
“Okay, so, I understand you’re undergoing a pregnancy neither of you are used to, but I don’t think having Hunter and Collateral add more to the issue is a good idea.” Edward reasonably chastised his fellow Marines, only for gold and red optics to bore into him hungrily.
“Armor off and get back there!” They demanded in unison and Edward turned to flee, only to yelp when telekinesis grasped his form and pulled him against Vinnie’s belly!
“Gnah~! N-no~!” Edward bellowed and used his own gravity powers to resist Vinnie’s Force Pull and he sprinted from the room, closing the door and panting as he gathered himself. “Gotta, get backup.” Edward called Visi, because as the Head Wife of the Royal Harem and the Goddess of Fertility, she might be able to resolve the situation. “Honey, we’ve got a situation! Brennie and Vinnie are hyper pregnant and they won’t stop-!”
“Oh my~! What terrible timing, indeed~.” Visi gave a seductive laugh that made Edward’s spine tingle. “I just knew I was missing out on something, but I’m enjoying another view. Look at this!” Visi focused the video feed out of a viewport of a ship and Edward’s nose gushed argent!
There were five planetary giantesses in space, the green one dwarfing the other four and having a Star Fort towed into her cleavage by a designated tugboat with the second-largest black one having dreadnoughts enter her bosom and the other three taking the smaller ships. “My god…”
“We’re going to have reinforcements soon~! I’ll deal with Vinnie and Brennie when I get back with the navy. Keep safe Eddy~.” Visilia hung up and Edward vacated the hallway. He had to find some sudden arousal relief that didn’t involve his out-of-control wives.
“Hey there, stud~!” He heard Swerta chirp and turned to see the black wolfess with the Golden Age figure wearing a pink halter top and spandex shorts. It seems Faye and Swerta swapped roles today. “Oo~ you smell good right now. Need someone to vent that on~?”
“My gosh he smells amazing~.” Faye panted, her voice coming from the ‘clothes’.
“Uh, yes! Please! I-If that’s alright with you!” Edward blurted after seeing these two sexy slimes who were propositioning him in his time of need.
“More than alright! Let’s have fun, Faye Faye!” Swerta grabbed Edward’s hand and pulled him to her shared room with Faye, who was grunting eagerly when the door closed.
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“Wee~!” I cheered as I flew around the air outside, more Free than any winged species! I had figured out how to make my own wings to help with control, but otherwise, I can fly simply by Force of will! After I had Rivala and Luster guide me outside, I started practicing floating and flying and realized I’m like a superhero! All my childhood and teenage fantasies have come true!
I can’t fly faster than a speeder or swoop bike though, so getting anywhere with good time will still require that I use the motor pool. Since I was outside flying around in just jeans and a backless crop top, I was able to see the ship coming from Novahome. It was a rather standard junker, but was bristling with far too many weapons to be reasonable. The name on the side claimed it was the Tarrasque and it looked fierce enough to be worthy of the name.
The fact it was a heavy frigate helped there. It was too big to land in the free bay, so it landed on the cleared zone below Bay 1 at the base of the cliff. I flew down and pulled a blaster and my Light Chakram from my cleavage in case they were hostile. When the front-facing ramp lowered, I felt relieved to see Kevin’s-he wants me to know~! Ahem, Kevin’s ghosts emerge with pirates in restraints being led out.
At the front was a green-skinned beauty with vibrant scarlet red hair that stood at 8 feet tall and was so chiseled with muscle she could grate cheese on her abs along with having a Golden Age worthy bust, hips, thighs and booty to go with those muscles. A Thraggen! “So, yer the hot thing my mate is going to base her armies on? I don’t know if I should pity or envy our enemies.” I chuckled as they approached me and I holstered my weapons on my hips.
“So you’re our boss, then?” The hulking hottie asked me with a frustrated sneer. “You’re definitely hot enough, but how strong could a soft slime like you be?” Oo~, there’s that Thraggen hostility. Normally extremely off-putting, but for Thraggen it was quite typical.
“Release her.” I casually ordered and put away my chakram and blaster before I stripped naked. I realized I was disrobing in front of a ton of people belatedly and then let it go, accepting that I now apparently don’t care about my modesty anymore. The pirates whistled and hooted in approval and I winked before I surged in size to match the green babe. “C’mon! Wrestle me!”
The Ghosts released the Thraggen and formed a ring around us. “You wanna wrestle a Thraggen? The only thing crazier is to challenge a Krogan or Elcorian.” The woman then began stripping out of her clothes too, giving us all a show and then posing with a proud grin with her lower jaw’s tusks adding a cheekiness that was incredible. “Well, now we’re even. Let’s go!”
We bellowed and charged each other, slapping tits-first into one another and grappling. I surprised her with my superior mass. I’m possibly a half-ton of liquid metal-slime! I’ve got you beat, you beautiful bitch! I picked her up by the waist and suplexed her into the thankfully cleared dirt. I then quickly put her into a butt-buster hold! “Say uncle!”
“Ahn~!” Wait, fuck! Thraggen don’t feel pain! It registers as pleasure! She writhed harder against me, intensifying the sensation and then broke free before hooking an arm around me and tossing me a dozen feet. “Fuck yeah! Get up!” She charged at me and we impacted each other tits-first again and then headbutted each other repeatedly. I took no damage and it only made her feel more pleasure!
“Are you recording this?” I heard the captain of the Ghosts question one of her underlings as the green she-hulk tore my arms off and began beating me with them before they lost stability and I sprouted four arms to start fighting back harder.
“Yes, ma’am. The Crusaders are gonna get a kick outta this one.” The Ghost who was recording the fight answered with a chuckle.
“Just be sure you distribute it more broadly. This is a good example of what we’ll be fighting alongside.” She replied as I traded punches with the powerful pirate captain.
“Uhn~! You sexy bitch! Fuck me!” The she-hulk demanded as she tried to wrestle me into submission, but I managed to get her under me, her face and breasts pressed into the dirt with her hands behind her back and her legs pinned. “Grah~! Uncle! I give! Just fuck me already!”
“Gladly! What’s your name?” I demanded as I picked her up and started hovering with her in my four arms like I was a fairy.
“Khorgan!” She kissed me with passion and I flew us into Bay 1 and then into the Bebop for some privacy with my new fuck-friend before I deliver her to Luster to start her Ork army.
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Jester silently giggled as she flew through space with her archwing, fighting Corpus Shiden (https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/STH-16_Shiden) mobile suits to act as a distraction for Ivara’s landing. She was taking a beating and would have to retreat soon, but her sexy mistress required it, so she would persevere! For Ivara’s sexy booty! And bust! And thighs! And everything else~!
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Kasumi opened the door and slipped in quickly. The black lioness facing the holo and watching a sitcom turned with a cheerful perk to her demeanor, but became bemused as she watched the door close without anyone having stepped through. Kasumi never got tired of how fun it was to sneak around in plain sight and her wife Ivara Prime was all-too-willing to oblige.
“Hm...perhaps these fancy metal doors have issues normal doors do not.” The lioness turned back to watching the sitcom and Kasumi sauntered around the couch to sit on the furthest seat from the anomalous feline. Just approaching her increased the ambient temperature by several degrees and a quick scan of the lioness provided that her bodily temperature was easily near-boiling hot, but was somehow contained in intensity. Interesting.
Kasumi watched the trash that passed for comedy in this abysmal era and cringed a bit that this feline actually found it funny. When the door opened a half hour later to let in a handsome black dragon, the lioness perked up and began purring low enough that if Kasumi wasn’t right next to her, she wouldn’t have heard it with her enhanced hearing.
“Bask! How was your day?” She questioned as she turned around, her hands on the back of the couch and her tail twitching. If this hot, Golden Age bodied woman was any more obvious about her infatuation, she would have to be naked.
“Not good. We need to get out of here, somehow. The Taxmen are getting even more aggressive in their surveillance.” Bask grumbled and went to the couch. Kasumi smirked and stayed still, letting him sit on her lap and dispel her invisibility as she wrapped her hands around his waist. “W-what the-?!”
“Hey~! I’m your ticket outta here~!”
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“My, what naughty broodsluts~.” Visilia purred when she entered the room where her husbands and wives were. She admired the scene as she approached. Dozens of eager short sexy servants lavished the two hyper-preggos with attention and food, rubbing their bodies, especially their bellies, while the two immobile broodmothers were being vigorously fucked by their husbands. Even a milk pump was siphoning the omni-gel/argent/milk slurry their tits were producing in preparation for feeding their growing brood.
“Uhn~! Visi~!” Brennie howled happily as she shifted what little she could to increase the pleasure of Rico ramming his massive dick into her like the machine he was, possible due to her 8-foot wide breasts causing her to roll forward onto her 16-foot wide belly. Her sides continued to swell as she ate junk being fed to her and Rico’s cummy contributions. She and Vinnie were pushing each other away by their swelling sides as their dutiful husbands bred them more.
“Tsk, tsk! I thought I was the one being irresponsible~.” Visilia approached the red and yellow fecund spheres and caressed them. She frowned and sighed. “I can’t take them off of you. I am purely organic, these children need a biomechanical forge-womb to be constructed. At least I can take those eggs.” Visi kissed Brennie’s side and the dracowolf howled in ecstasy. “Ah~. Not as satisfying as getting them put in the fun way, but a fuller womb is a fuller womb.”
“Oh~! Visi~! This is so incredible now that we’re not-nom-starving!” Vinnie howled in orgasm and Visi sighed with a fond exasperation as she rubbed her brow.
“I wish I could take them off of you and put an end to this, but-.” Visi gasped and staggered, her metal hooves clanking more audibly on the floor and she moaned as her body became purely metallic red slime! “W-what-Rivala!” Visilia snarled as she whirled around and saw the fairy in the doorway. Said trickster wish-granter winked and fled before anything could happen to her. “Get back...a HUD? Wait...did she turn me into a Cybertronian Slime?! How?!”
“Oh~, Visi. You’re so sexy with that shiny red membrane of yours~.” Brennie crooned lustfully. “C’mere, get inside me and fill me with more babies~.”
“Nope! I have the McGuffin to put a stop to this now. Mine.” Visi slapped their bellies and suddenly, the two horny broodmothers were perched on their gigantic gazongas and blinking a haze out of their optics as their husbands paused at the sudden change in orientation. “Oof~! Wow. That is intense, but I am Fertility and I won’t be ruled by my instincts!” Visi’s gold/red optics shined brightly before she glared at her betrotheds. “Pull out of them, now!”
Doing as she demanded, the two pulled out of their wives much to their mutual dismay. At least now they get to have a break. Living machines or not, it was starting to get mentally exhausting with the non-stop dicking they were giving their wives. “Thanks, Visi. It was like we couldn’t control ourselves.” Kevin said to the metallic red alicorn with a wary look at Brennie and Vinnie.
“Yeah. I think Vinnie is definitely Force Sensitive. She casually used telekinesis to try and pull Pillar in and he had to use his gravity powers to escape.” Rico spanked Brennie’s booty and she yipped cutely with a blush. “As for this sexy bitch, I think she might be the Goddess of Sex now. I haven’t felt that compelled to screw someone since the last time Wiatr and I had at it.”
“Hm.” Visi hummed as she placed a hand on Brennie’s right breast which was slowly shrinking as the milker pumped out her cybertronian slurry. “Yes, I think you might be right. I wonder when that happened~?” Visi winked at her flustered wife before going to the pump that had a hose running out of the room. “Hm, keep pumping them until they’re dry, I’m going to the other end. I need to drink all of that to help build these babies.” Visi patted her flat stomach.
“Um, babe? If you’re here, then…?”
“In a few minutes the others will arrive with our fleet. Marcus has been appointed to be in command of our broader military here, both because of his experience and because it’s his girlfriends providing the delivery service.” Visilia then grunted and rubbed her rumbling stomach. “Yikes, no wonder you lost your minds. I’m going to go take care of this. Come, my little servants, follow me if you wish to continue pampering an icon of Fertility.”
“Yes mistress~!” The majority declared and followed Visilia’s sashaying hips with adoration, but Anno, Shekka and Hildra remained with the two hyper-boobed babes.
“Well, that was intense. Kinda exhausting keeping it going, though.” Anno huffed and fanned her shiny white cleavage. Brennie blushed when she suddenly thought Anno looked like living cum. “Anyway, judging by the rate you’re shrinking, you should be back to normal in about ten minutes. I’m glad I brought in the high-capacity bilge pump from storage.”
“Hm~.” Brennie hummed when Rico hugged her from behind around the waist, pressing his beach-ball sized nuts against her butt due to the height difference. “Thanks, Rico. You’re a wonderful husband, putting up with my neediness.”
“Hey, it’s several thousand years overdue, I consider this not enough.” Rico massaged her abs and she bit her lip as she pressed her ass harder against his-.
“Nope! Naughty bitch and bastard! Go to Horny Jail!” Vinnie huffed and produced a long wooden baseball bat from her cleavage and the two yelped at the sight of it, but couldn’t escape being bonked and finding themselves in a blank white space with the words Horny Jail floating in the air. This space was an invention of Wiatr’s to help stop excessive Lust and kill arousal. Brennie felt almost no change, but Rico visibly calmed and removed himself from her.
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“How long do I have to float?” Duo asked worriedly as he watched his lower back slowly and painlessly grow a hairless tail. “Also, what were you doing to me again? I kinda forgot, Zelma.” Duo asked his friend who clearly had more-than-friendly intentions for him in the possibly near future as she examined his change. It was numb, but he could sorta feel it.
“Since you’re the only human we have access to, we were using you to help map out human characteristics better. However, this side-effect was unexpected. Human capability for rapid mutation and adaptation are well-documented, but we haven’t put any transformatives in you.” Zelma said worriedly while she poked the rat-like tail. “Oh dear...this may be my fault…”
“Don’t worry, if it comes to the worst-case scenario, I can mold him into a human-like shape just fine.” Luster casually dismissed as she examined the incredible specimen floating a bit away. “So, Khorgan, you’re sure you don’t mind being the template for my army of powerful Zerg?” Luster licked her lips as she eyed this beautiful beast of a woman. While the Gabliani adapted for small spaces, quicker speed and higher intellect, the Thraggen adapted for ultraviolence.
Luster almost wanted to convert Khorgan into the Prime specimen of her new army, but she wouldn’t go that far if it wasn’t necessary. “Mind? Babe, just thinking about it is getting me wet! If your mate didn’t plow my puss like a champion not a half-hour ago, I’d be begging you to screw me and even use me as a broodmother if you had to!” Khorgan declared with a thirsty slurp.
“Oo~ don’t tempt me. Besides, we need you to captain your ship and-.”
“Fuck my ship! Those pansies, besides Tam-Tam and Kasyrra, aren’t worth the headache if I get in on this! I’ve always dreamed of taking a big bite out of the powers that be, why else be a pirate? If I can fuck them over, knock me up!” Khorgan eagerly stated with panting breaths and her grool was already dripping to the floor from her needy quim.
“Oh Cadence, no wonder Jane instantly wanted you.” Luster bit her lip and wiggled her hips, sending her leg-tendrils wiggling. “Okay then, welcome the Zerg Horde: Ork Prime.” Luster Dawn engulfed Khorgan with her maw-like womb before returning to normal. “Oh~ yeah. Fucking wriggle~.” Luster drooled as her womb went to work, taking everything that was Khorgan, enhancing it, adding the traits she desired, then she transformed and ejected her.
The green she-hulk was coated in transformative fluid, making her smooth green flesh shine in the light. She stood, looking almost the same save for her glowing orange eyes. “Holy fuck that was hot! I feel a little different, like, I could talk to you by thinking or something.”
“That’s because I’m the Zerg Queen and you’re now Ork Prime: the template for all Zerg Orks to follow. Now, you should also be able to spread spores, growing mindless clones of yourself provided they have the nutrition. You also have limited regeneration and your copies will share this trait.” Luster informed her new underling and Khorgan grunted in acknowledgement.
“H-hey!” Duo yelped and their attention went to the ex-human who was rapidly looking like a brown-furred Skaven. “I’m not upset! It’s okay! Calm down!” Duo pleaded with Zelma, who was crying and shaking her head in her hands.
“Uh, we’ll do orientation later, just go do whatever while I calm down my Librarian.” Luster directed and the powerhouse of a woman promptly left to go find Jane, thoughts of hanging around with the beautiful slime and getting to know her on the new Zerg’s mind.
“I’m so sorry~! I must’ve touched you too much from skin contact or-.” Zelma was silenced by her face being shoved in her queen’s bosom and Luster soothed her with petting.

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Ch.49
Ch.49
“Look what you fucking did to them!” Juneau furiously shouted at Vinnie. As soon as Brennie and Rico returned from Horny Jail, their personalities seem to have taken a bland, monotone turn instead of their usual personas.
“That’s temporary, don’t worry. Besides, Brennie’s just faking it. She’s still the horniest bitch in the universe.” Vinnie huffed dismissively.
“Yeah, no. Check again.” Kevin demanded with narrowed eyes.
“What?” Vinnie blinked as she willed her powers as a Goddess of Souls along with her new Force powers to search the two statues that sat in front of them. “Oh, Gods.”
“I told you that damn place was evil!” Juneau declared as she shook Rico’s arm, the limb being all floppy and boneless like it was made of rubber, yet didn’t disturb the rest of him.
“B-b-but, I don’t understand! How could this-oh, fuck. No Argentine was ever sent to Horny Jail!” Vinnie whined in dismay, having almost single-handedly destroyed what made them, them.
“Shit, okay, we need to see if maybe we can reset them to before they were exposed to Horny Jail, which never did this to anyone it was used on. Maybe it’s a synthetic thing.” Kevin went up to Brennie and willed a finger to turn into a plug before he jacked into the port behind her left ear. Shortly, Brennie blinked and looked around. “Oh, thank the gods.”
“Hey, what happened? Rico was about to shove his dick back in me and then someone cuntblocked me.” Brennie huffed with a glare at Vinnie before she watched Kevin climb up Rico and plug into his neural port. “Uh, what are you doing?” Rico shuddered and then looked around as Kevin jumped down.
“The Hell? Wasn’t I about to give Brennie another dicking?” Rico questioned and Brennie nodded, equally confused as she patted her mysteriously normal-sized b-ball boobs.
“...Getting rid of the bat.” Vinnie whimpered as she retrieved the Horny Jail bat, which Brennie grabbed and held away from her.
“Mine! I’m the Goddess of Sex, I might need to use this on people I drive crazy. Don’t make me banish you for cuntblocking me!” Brennie threatened and Vinnie backed away frantically.
“Wow, slow down! Brennie, please, I need you to think about this.” Juneau calmly spoke to Brennie as she got between the two.
“I shall have my horny vengeance~!” Brennie playfully lilted with a dark gleam to her optics. “Later, though. I feel oddly satisfied. Thanks for the fucking, stud.” Brennie spanked Rico’s ass and shoved the Horny Jail bat into her storage as she left, totally nude and swaying her hips. Anno, Shekka and Hildra trailing after her wordlessly in concern.
“Well, at least she’s fine.” Juneau sighed in relief, but Vinnie held on to Kevin in terror.
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“Hey Spike, any reason why the guy with gray hair is staring at you?” Faye asked as she and Spike drank at The Mess at Novahome. They’d both decided to get away for the rest of the day due to all of the raunchy shenanigans going on at base. Well, Faye wanted to drink and muse about how wonderful it was to get wrecked by Pillar multiple times. Swerta was sleeping it off in her Inventory and Faye was actually wearing her normal clothes for once.
“Gray-oh no.” Spike’s brown scales paled and he nervously looked, only for the gray-haired human to sit down at the table with them. “V-Vicious! Hi! I-it’s been a while…” Spike nervously said as the intense human rested his katana against the table and his large green pet cormorant on his shoulder glared across the table at Faye, who instinctively glared back at the other avian.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you where you sit.” Vicious calmly demanded as he set his mug of clear drink on the table. His answer came in with multiple weapons aimed at him. “Hm, that is a good reason, but all I’m surrounded by is fear and dead men.”
“E-everyone, blasters down! You can’t kill him with just firepower alone!” Spike shouted fearfully even as his face twinged in restrained disgust.
“Then you better have a damn good reason for him, otherwise we won’t help you.” Tahillia appeared behind the dragon as she waved her Ghosts off. They may have already been out today, but part of their daily duties is to make sure any of the Bebop’s crew not be harmed when away. “Make this quick and keep it civil.” With that said, she disappeared from sight.
“You’ve attracted skilled people, like I knew you would. The Syndicate has noticed things in Triangulum are shifting rather quickly away from the standard paradigm. The Mafia is willing to spare your life in exchange for assisting in the overthrow of the current powerbase strangling the Three Galaxies.” Vicious drank the clear liquid in a few gulps and then set the empty mug down before he casually dropped a lit match inside, burning the alcohol off before he stored it.
“Well, that’s an offer I can’t refuse. It isn’t like that wasn’t what we were after in the first place.” Spike growled through his teeth, wishing that adamantium katana of his wasn’t close enough to kill everyone within ten meters of the brutal killer in seconds. “Are we done?”
“No, but I have what the Syndicate wants. Don’t die, Swimming Bird.” Vicious stood and turned to leave, his cormorant somehow sticking out its tongue and pulling an eyelid down with a feather at Faye, who did the same.
“Wow, what an asshole. No wonder you hate the Syndicate.” Faye huffed and drank some more of the beer, lamenting a bit that as a full, genetically stable slime, she couldn’t get drunk anymore, but she liked the fizzy feeling from it making bubbles inside of her. Soda would work just as well, but The Mess didn’t have good flavors. “So, Spike, I want to talk about us.”
“What about us?” Spike asked, so Faye quirked an eyebrow and he blushed. “Oh...us…”
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I was just chilling in the common room for once, watching some anime that Ed and Aurora were watching. It was some local derivative of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles or something else CLAMP originated. “There you are!” Khorgan cheered and I looked over before sputtering and using tendrils to blindfold Ed and Aurora much to their confused dismay, but the nude Thraggen was not a sight for virgin eyes!
“Khor! Put on some clothes! There’s kids here!” I hissed and quickly reached into my cleavage, contained in a tank top, to toss a T-shirt and basketball shorts at the she-hulk, who blinked at the suitably sized clothes before she shrugged and put them on. Once she was decent, I uncovered the brat’s eyes and rewound the episode to the point I had to blind them.
“Sorry. Thraggen usually go about nude and raise kids in nudist settings due to all the things on our homeworld that ruin textiles. I tell ya, it was funny seeing my crew get used to me walking around in the buff before I found my head in the morning.” Khorgan plopped her perfect ass next to me and she side-hugged my face into the side of her right boob. “So, what’cha watch-oo is this the newest episode of Feather Followers?!”
“Yeah!” Ed and Aurora cheered and I snorted in amusement into the enormous green breast I was now using as a cushion as Khorgan completely got absorbed into watching anime. I’m glad she isn’t entirely obsessed with sex to the point of preoccupation. I snuggled against my new mate and enjoyed the closeness as she idly rubbed my bicep tenderly.
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*Gulp, gulp, gulp* Visi sucked on the hose that was feeding her fecund form as the reservoir was constantly topped off by her rapidly producing 15-foot wide breasts. Hot fuck this beat the last time she was so huge. Slimes have orgasmic rapid reproduction down to a T, she should’ve done this sooner! Each gulp caused her 30-foot spherical body to quake in pleasure.
“Do you require more scrap, my queen?” Asked an eager rask servant as he stood near her head on her rapidly inflating form and she shook her head. She had enough material to work with now, she was just feeding to ensure enough space between the biological and mechanical eggs and fetuses within her. “Then we shall turn attention to rubbing your membrane.”
“Mm~!” Visi cheerfully moaned into the hose as she drank. Damn was this epic. They weren’t Scinoxes, but the eagerness of these tiny folk to please was intoxicating.
“Hey, Visi, you got a minute?” She heard her wife Brennie from the doorway of the storage room she found the fluid storage tank in aboard the Bebop. Visi hummed loudly in confirmation for the dracowolf to enter and Brennie flew to stand atop her and sit by her head. “Okay, I think I need to share the Aspect of Sex. I can’t stop thinking about fucking everything I see. I mean, usually that’s only when I’m really horny, but now I’m constantly horny. Get me?”
“Mhm.” Visi nodded and kept swallowing. She too was a carnal creature, she understood.
“Eris had a point, we can’t handle this many Aspects at once. It’s starting to scare me.” Brennie confessed with a shiver.
“Mm.” Visi muffled around the hose and used her optics to convey she wanted Brennie to come closer, so the dracowolf laid down and wrapped her arms around her wife’s head and nuzzled her. “Mm, mhm mmph.” The hose was suddenly turned off and taken out. “Oh, thank you. Ahem. Yeah, I suggest you and the others pick Aspects you don’t want and hand them out to suitable worthies. I mean, couldn’t Marcus take War from you by now?”
“Fuck no! I’m not giving up on that shit, piss off!” Brennie snarled as she retreated, sitting on her knees on Visi’s rock-hard red metallic membrane and she idly noted this was a perfect position to wrap her thighs around her wife’s head for some-no~! Head out of the cooch! Talking!
“That’s the problem right there, Brennie. That’s why none of you gave them away. You’re attached to them to the point they are part of your personality. Tell me, sweetie. Don’t you remember a time before? When you weren’t so obsessed with tactics, combat and struggles of power?” Visi asked sadly. “I do. I remember a hurt and gentle soul forced to be brutal for the sake of others. I’m not saying you aren’t those things anymore, but they’re so buried now.”
“I need to be this way! If I’m not-!”
“Someone else can do the job! You’re not some Chosen One anymore!” Visilia snarled and spat to the side, where the slime she spat was absorbed back into her slime. “War, Ruin, Wrath and Blood. You have dozens of candidates you could easily hand those over to! Candidates who wouldn’t abuse those Aspects. Unlike Sex, I can’t think of anyone better suited than you, Vinnie or me, but I’m still adjusting to Fertility and Vinnie also has too many like the others.”
“I...I don’t want to curse someone else with my burdens.” Brennie muttered weakly as she wilted. “I’ve borne this constant struggle for so long, how can anyone else be better suited?”
“It isn’t just about being suited, it’s about change. I don’t want to quote Discord, but the only thing that truly stays the same is that things change. You’ve been changing over time, becoming someone beautiful, glorious and freer from the struggles Berserker had to go through. Tell me, as obsessed with your Aspects as you are; what are your top priorities?” Visilia demanded.
“Family, friends, Sex and creating Life...so?” Brennie asked weakly and Visilia deadpanned at her. “Oh no...no! I’m not planning to do the broodmother bit full-time!”
“If not me, then you or Vinnie would be Fertility. You, she and I: we’re a Trinity. We share so much, but perhaps too much. Each of us has a fragment of Life because it was too much for Vinnie to handle without going mad, each of us is obsessed with making babies, each of us is an accomplished warrior, perhaps we’re all a bit Crazy. We need to do something sweetie.” Visilia implored her wife before she looked around at her servants. “Oh...uh, perhaps this isn’t the best time…”
“Fuck them, they can watch. They’re cute little sex dumplings anyway.” Brennie grumbled and put her face in her hands. “Fuck...I do have to give something up and I was willing to throw Sex away and burden you with it.” Brennie flopped back on her wife’s firm surface and sighed as she scooted closer, Visi muffling into Brennie’s groin. “Help me think on this, eat me.”
“Mm~!” Visi hummed and began lapping at her wife’s groin happily.
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“Yes! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! Rise my beautiful creations! Rise~!” Luster Dawn maniacally declared as several hundred eggs pulsed and burst, revealing green-skinned male and female Orks, not Thraggens despite the similarities. Each stood at 8 feet in height, rippled with muscle and had the strength to rival any thraggen, which meant only Krogan, Elcorians and Wookies could overpower them in brawn alone. “We shall deliver the Three Galaxies from the oppression of-!”
“Could you not monologue like a villain?” Duo requested as he stood next to Zelma, now a pure Skaven due to the mutation snafu he went through. He didn’t mind, honestly, but Zelma would take some time to come to terms that she accidentally caused her friend to turn into a handsome skaven. As if being platonic around him wasn’t hard enough before…
“Hey, I’m having a moment here~!” Luster huffed at him impishly before blowing a puff of air up at her orange mane. “Whatever, the moment’s passed.” Luster casually directed the naked army of sexy green warbeasts to line up while the smaller rask-like Zerg hurried to start dressing them up in plain shirts and shorts that were a metallic weave to avoid being absorbed by the creep.
“So, none of them are genuinely alive?” Biachia asked her goddess curiously as she poked one of the men in the groin, curious about the lack of genitals when the women had them. The krogan priestess was impressed, but confused to hear they weren’t truly living entities.
“No. They don’t have Souls, they lack the Spark. I’m sure if Jane and I worked together hard enough at it, we could have true children of our own, but until we figure it out, the best she might be able to do is provide them some base spark of motive force. Right now, they’re all just networking off of me.” Luster informed the krogan, who while an enticing option as a mass-production warrior template, wasn’t as feasible as a self-maintaining force like the Orks.
“Hm, I suppose this is a lesser form of Life then. The fact you can so easily create clones is indeed a sign of your pedigree.” Biachia said after she compared her bicep to a female ork’s.
“I have the template logged and given priority, my queen.” Zelma intoned once she finished doing so. There may only be two templates, but it took a bit of effort for a production template to be saved within her body. She fumbled with the Zerg-Rasks for a whole day until it was secure.
“Excellent! Send for an Argentine to-eek!” Luster squeaked in surprise when someone tugged on her rear-right leg-tendril.
“You called?” Helvex asked as he looked from her to her creations.
“Ah, perfect! Behold! The first of my Zerg-Orks! I will call them: Zorks! Watch.” Luster Dawn rubbed her hands together as a female Zork that was still nude walked forward and then her feet rooted in the Creep before she rapidly transformed into a red-spotted green parasol mushroom that spread a cloud of spores, which rapidly began sprouting more male and female Zorks from the mat! “Behold~! Rapid reproduction! The women are capable of this while the men are focused entirely on being combatants! Bwa-ha-ha-ha~!”
“Combat effectiveness and a catchy name. Excellent.” Helvex complimented with a nod of approval. He also found them aesthetically pleasing, that’s a bonus for a bioweapon.
“I told you Zork was a good name! You even challenged me when I named the Zasks!” Luster pouted at Zelma, who groaned and rubbed her temples long-sufferingly. “So, I have combatants, a way to increase said number without needing to grow the eggs from scratch every time, along with a force of mechanically minded service and supply drones to support them! I just need to get them armed, armored and supplied. Good thing we have all this junk to-.”
“About that, you can forget having to scavenge constantly. We have reinforcements.” Helvex informed the Zerg Queen and she looked at him.
“Eh?” Luster blinked at the surprising statement. “W-wait, what do you mean? I still would’ve done this, but a good part of why I did it was because of the lack of manpower we suffer.”
“Look out the window.” Helvex pointed towards one of the room’s viewports, which the Creep left uncovered because ‘natural light is good for mental health’. She hovered up to it to peek out at the slim sliver of vision outside of Bay 1 and Luster Dawn about creamed herself!
“Oh my gosh they’re so fucking hot~!” Luster declared at the outlines of the five giantesses large enough to be visible in the early evening sky since the sun was reflecting off of their glorious bodies in a lunar orbit around the nearly waterless planet of Tarkus. “I haven’t seen an Ancient Dragon since before I was put in cryo! Where did they-right, immigrants to Devorak.”
“Yes. They’ve brought a few of our fleets along with them. Including a few Star Forts which will initially be married to the Infinity since she has the means to move them around with ease.” The Infinity was a legacy one-off, featuring the largest and most extensive tractor beam system of any ship to date besides the Sweepers, but those aren’t elegant or gentle.
“Yes! Then we can move on with the plan to raid Char! Wait, what do you mean we don’t have to worry about resources so much?” Luster asked as she kept looking out the window and then she squealed happily at the sight of a specific model entering the atmosphere. “Sweeper! You’ve brought Sweepers! I could kiss you!”
“Before we do anything else, we Argentines must take care of something...personal. Our gods.” Helvex intoned grimly and Luster nodded before she turned towards him.
“Sure, sure. All those Aspects must be overwhelming them. I was working with Twilight Sparkle on a thesis of an overabundance of Aspects being collected by singular entities causing Disharmony before I...I guess it’s caught up with them?” Luster questioned and Helvex blinked in mild surprise. He knew Luster Dawn was a smart one, but that was on the nose.
“Yes, but…”
“Wait, are you telling me that they haven’t blessed any of you to take the weight from their shoulders?” Biachia asked incredulously. “Even Urta, with her might, divided her power with her sister happily to relieve the strain. How have your gods not imploded?”
“Imploded?!” Helvex perked at the unpleasant thought and some rare fear filled him.
“It’s just a theory! Just a theory...that gained a lot of traction shortly before the Fall.” Zelma intoned with urgency. “For all we know, it was anti-god propaganda, but considering how overwhelming just one Aspect was for me for a few thousand years, I can see it.”
“Fuck’s sake. Okay, yeah, they need to start sharing their powers with all of us.” Helvex grumbled and Luster shook her head.
“Not all of you, just the ones best suited to handle the strain. Remember that the Empire had plenty of unethical experiments done on capital offenders. Anyone not suited to an Aspect that was temporarily granted to them just...ceased.” Luster informed the Tartarus demon pony and he hissed as he rubbed his snout.
“Luster, please, shut up. Don’t make this any worse.”
“Sorry, but as the scientist in the room, bad news is my job.” Luster replied sadly.

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“Whoa...okay…” Marcus uneasily muttered as he stood before the assembly of Zerg drones the next morning. “This is so wrong, but it’s not much different from using soulless droids as fodder.” Marcus cleared his throat before turning towards Luster Dawn, who looked both exactly like yet nothing like how he remembered. Little Lusty has grown up in both the best and most awkward of ways.
It always squicked him out when he saw someone as a kid become a total babe or dude later on, it also made him feel old. It didn’t help that she seemed to forget that modesty was a thing and wore nothing but an areola-covering bikini top and a thong. “So, as you can see, they need arms and armor. The Zasks can do the maintenance and the female Zorks need gear capable of remote retrieval because they need the ability to become stationary Spawn Shrooms anytime.”
“Why don’t the guys have dicks?” Travelex questioned as she cupped a bare groin curiously.
“Trav.” Uri intoned and the red dragoness quickly rejoined Marcus’s companions, who would be with him at all times because they were VIPs that needed to remain in command’s presence.
“Alright, will basic droid blasters do for weapons? As for armor, I’m sure we can throw older suits from surplus at them. Don’t know about the Zasks though. We don’t have kits that small.” Marcus mused as Luster nodded before she shrugged.
“Don’t worry. The Zasks aren’t frontliners; they’re the support. Their small size makes them harder to hit. So long as they remain behind the towering brutes, they should be fine.” Luster then bit her lip and pulled a tiny orange bodysock from her cleavage. “Besides, the cutie booties are in skinsuits.” Marcus rubbed his snout and sighed through his nose.
Of course some part of this would be oversexed. “Son.” Marcus looked up at his sire’s voice and smiled at his fama as Brennie entered the hangar of the flagship of the fleet he brought. However, her worried expression took away his smile. “Marcus...I need to speak to you in private.” She looked over the arrayed fodder and licked her lips before she pulled her attention back to him.
“If this is about your Aspects, I want the others here as well.” Marcus requested, but his mother whimpered.
“Sweetie I...I don’t...I need to get rid of something. Now.” Brennie said with despair.
“Mum, you’ve lasted this long, just hold on.” He pleaded to her.
“I’m going crazy Marcus. I...Luster. I am going to put myself in stasis. I’m overclocking, hard. I can feel my circuits squealing and about to give. Store me until my other children arrive.” Before Marcus could say anything, she went still, bland, empty. Her optics were dark and she was now standing at rest like a droid that was switched off.
“Oh dear. Let me put her in my storage before anyone else sees her like this.” Luster hovered like the maykr she clearly emulated and pulled her top up before her breasts rapidly expanded, engulfed his inert parent and then shrunk back down before she covered her nips. “I hope the other Marines haven’t had to resort to this, but considering how drawn-out this affair has been, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re offline somewhere private right now.”
“Luster, get off my fucking ship.” Marcus growled angrily as he clenched both fists.
“No prob, Marky. I’ll have to leave these here though, I can’t teleport that many at once.” Luster vanished, leaving the Zerg drones to slump slightly, out of range of their controller.
“Marcus, that was uncalled for.” Dulvex chided him in that Fluttershy-like tone that always hit harder than any strike from an enemy. Gods he missed Aunt Flutters. “Yes, she brought up painful points, but now you’ll have to deal with her in more awkward tones because she’s an essential part of the plan.”
“Dul, I’m not in the mood for this.” Marcus huffed, trying not to vent his anger on them. Only a right bastard takes out their mood on their loved ones. He’d seen it enough to avoid it.
“Uh-oh, Uri, grab him. He needs his medicine.” Selvex tugged on Uri’s sleeve and the Maud-like dragoness quickly grabbed him and stuffed him down her cleavage due to her immense world-crushing strength and the suddenness of the act. “Not that one!”
“Calm. Quiet.” Uri patted her boobs and Marcus poked his head out with a pout at his ladies.
“I’ll get back at you for this.” Uri then pushed him back into the peaceful tranquility of a personal Inventory and he grumbled. At least he already got his Staff briefed and in motion this morning. With nothing to bother him, he could consider the sudden, unwanted future of impending divinity. He’d seen it hurt his family so much, but he wasn’t going to deprive his siblings of their rights. Firstborn he may be, but he wasn’t greedy.
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“This isn’t right.” I mewled as I petted the still brow of Vinnie where she stood in a corner, facing out and her optics dead. “She’s so full of Life. She shouldn’t be like this.” I hugged the sleeping goddess and sniffled into her neck floof, on the verge of tears. “Shit. This is going to be me someday. I have more than one Aspect.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Force is essentially a derivative of Soul and Freedom is tied to the two as well. While theirs synergized, nowhere nearly as much are they as part of one another as yours.” Visilia rubbed my back as she too looked sadly at her wife. “It’s only until our children come and they can bear the weight from their parents.”
“That’s fucked up.” Khorgan huffed from where she was looking at Rico, who towered over her and was in another corner of the room. “It’s the job of the parents to make the lives of their children easier. Then again, there’s no shame in taking help from your kin when you get too feeble. Or overwhelmed.”
“Good philosophy, too bad it couldn’t last forever.” Juneau mewled from where she sat, leaning against Kevin in another corner and unwilling to leave him. “I wish Rico and Edward had their own support here right now.” Rivala poked in and shook her head sadly. “Oh, right, you can’t pluck people across dimensions without extra help. Thanks for offering though.”
“I’ve already put the emergency family call out. They’ll be here soon enough.” Visilia informed us as she gently pulled me away from Vinnie’s still form. “Now then, let’s talk about things we can address right now. Khorgan, you want to be Jane’s mate? She’s a package deal. You need to learn to play nice with the rest of us.”
“Sure, not like harems aren’t fucking common or anything on Thraggia. If you’ll put up with my bullshit, I’ll put up with yours. However, considering you’re all kick-ass ancient warriors, I’m sure we won’t have any issues.” Khorgan shrugged and then combed out her ass-length bright red locks of hair with her fingers. “Fuck, do you ladies know how to braid? I usually have Tam-Tam do it for me, but she’s definitely busy drooling over all of the tech you’ve got here.”
“I do. It’s calming, so thank you for asking.” Visilia and Khorgan went to the bed and Rivala pulled me by the hand from the room while Juneau joined Visi in braiding Khorgan’s hair.
“Hey Rivala, I’m surprised you’re not in Luster’s womb.” I said to my fairy pony slime mate.
“It’s kinda packed in there right now and with how much she needs to do in there, it’s kinda no fun being her Belly Pet right now.” Rivala guided me to the common room and sat with me, leaning against me as she turned on the holo. I could use more normal things like this.
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Quedia was mystified by this strange woman and her incredible powers. She managed to guide her and Bask out of the massive building Bask had brought her to from out of the wonderful heat of the outside with casual and even amusing ease. All they had to do was hold her hands and let her walk them out.
Once outside, their rescuer activated something that caused a shrill chirping before her vision changed from the volcanic surface of Char to the interior of someplace else that had even more alien designs to it than the already alien place she’d been before. Unlike the harsh angles and plain metal walls, this one was all swooping curves and riddled with extensive details.
After the white and golden woman released their hands, she was pounced upon by a jester! The minx had grabbed their savior’s bosom and was eagerly groping her! “Ha-ha~! Yes, yes, you did well my little Jester. You can get handsy later, though. We need to go and give the info to the right people.” After a pat on the jester’s head, the spry woman silently wiggled in joy with her hands on her cheeks before she cartwheeled away. “Don’t mind Jester, she’s cute like that.”
“Cute? You consider someone molesting you in greeting to be cute?” Quedia questioned in disbelief. Truly, times are queer if such a violation of one’s person was considered welcome.
“Don’t worry about it. While generally discouraged, it’s not illegal to be physically affectionate in public.” Bask informed her and Quedia opened and closed her mouth as she tried to process that. If Bask were to feel her up in public, she’d be both upset and admittedly confused as to really how to feel otherwise. She wouldn’t be embarrassed, she’s beautiful and knows it.
“Where we’re going, you’ll have to get used to it quickly. We’re going to be surrounded by frequently horny beautiful people not afraid to get affectionate.” She turned to them and put her hands on her wide birthing hips. “Now then, I’m Kasumi Goto, I’m wearing my wife Ivara Prime. Our husband, KJ-G2, is manning the helm right now. Welcome to the Rebel Alliance!”
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“What do you mean ‘no’?!” Visilia shouted in disbelief since only one of her children arrived some time ago. Alone. “Where are your other siblings?”
“Back home.” Her son, Rex, answered and Visi let out a distressed sigh.
“Our family is in peril and you all have the gall to say no?! Are you out of your minds?!” The demoness alicorn snarled as tears began to form.
“If we take even one of the Aspects, we’d all die!” Rex argued back and I was as shocked as the others. This was nothing like what I’ve been told about how Aspects work!
“W-what? That makes no sense! All of the Empire’s divinity studies have matched up with what we’ve experienced in Devorak, what’s different?” Visilia looked devastated at the bad news.
“I’m sorry, mum, but they can’t separate themselves from their Aspects without losing literal pieces of themselves. Urta and Penny have been observed to be much calmer and submissive, according to Ashley. Oh, by the way, Ashley is in contact with us.” Who? “But there’s still a way.” Rex continued as he brought out a strange, yet elegant golden-white device and showed it to us. “Before I came, Jehovah intercepted me and brought me to his Heaven. He gave me this device called the Equinox Filter.”
“So, Big G God? You met him?” I asked curiously and Rex shrugged. “Oh, so...multiverse, right. Cool beans.” I guess this Jehovah is just their universe’s version of Big G.
“Oh, of fucking course He would know. Omniscient bastard always knows.” Visi groused in annoyance. “Okay, fine. They can’t give their Aspects away without becoming less like themselves, what does this device do to help them? Help us? Especially since we already tried divvying up Life.”
“It channels the divine entity’s powers to those fit for that role. This way it’ll alleviate the strain weighing down on them and turn those blessed into literal demigods, not just the genetic ones like me and my siblings. Now, we don’t know the percentage of how many will be affected, but it will work and should stick to those the subject is familiar with.” Rex assured us before looking around the room in confusion. “Hm, where is my fama and Marcus for that matter?”
The door leading into the room opened to show Luster and some sexy dragon ladies. “Oh, Rexy! Where are the others?” My future wife questioned when she hovered in.
“They’re watching over things back home until I return. I don’t know about Marcus, he was reported to be indisposed when I arrived. I was told that you have my fama?” Rex asked her with a look of bemusement. “Wait, Little Lusty? Is that you? Wow you grew up.” Rex commented as they entered and closed the door, the room expanding in dimensions to more comfortably contain us.
“Meanwhile, all that seems to have changed with you is that handsome goatee. Taking after Pappy Hydrax?” Luster replied with a snicker before she pulled her bikini top up, expanded her breasts, then returned them to normal with Brennie standing in the middle of the room like how her fellow Marines were in the corners.
“I’ll have you know that my grandfather is a worthy role-model to emulate. Now, help me get them situated in a circle. Do you remember your lessons on standard Hellish pentagram ritual circles?” Rex questioned while we began picking up the Marines. Rico and Edward needed to be carried by the green and black dragonesses specifically due to their immense strength. “Mum, join them in the circle, it’d be better if you start blessing our people earlier. For you it’s less about alleviating your Aspect’s pressure and more about sharing the benefits.”
“Oh, good idea. Maybe the Scinoxes will finally feel comfortable with themselves with both Brennie and I sharing Sex and Fertility.” Visi commented before she stood at the open sixth part of the Hellish ritual circle luster had quickly drawn in her own blood as casual as can be. All of us not involved stepped back before Rex planted the white Heavenly sculpture in the middle.
Once Rex had stepped out, the sculpture shined blindingly bright and my Slime Sight couldn’t overcome it. I-I feel s-something h-happening? C-can’t...think...r-Rip AnD tEaR!
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“...Where are we?” Brennie asked when she realized she was aware. She was expecting to have Rex, Marcus and her other children around, but instead she was standing in the buff with her husbands and wives in some sort of blue-white realm that was a lot like how Meen-Rei described Aetherius in the dimension Brennie considered her home-away-from-home.
“...Everyone, stay calm. We’re inside of Jane’s Soul.” Vinnie announced with her optics wide and looking on the verge of panic. “Something has tethered us to her and we’re transmitting something through her. I think...I feel that it’s the power of our Aspects.” Vinnie calmed herself and looked around at the beautiful foggy realm. “Wow. Jane’s soul is beautiful. I knew that, but wow it’s incredible from the inside.”
“Hold on, is this a Terry Pratchet moment? Like when Death says that the Infinite from the other side is blue?” Edward questioned philosophically and the others shrugged.
“Hey, I may be our Goddess of Souls, but I’ve never been inside of a Soul before.” Vinnie admitted as she continued to look around curiously, but had remained still otherwise and the rest, out of caution, imitated the act.
“I’m feeling less on-edge, so this should be a good thing.” Rico offered and the others nodded, aside from Visilia, who shrugged.
“I only have the one Aspect, so it’s probably not as noticeable for me.” Visi then perked and cooed. “H-hey~. Vinnie, I recognize this. The artifact from Jehovah must be collecting Life and giving it to me.”
“Aw, but we split it up between us.” Vinnie mewled in disappointment, but then smiled. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t have Life and Death. The Fertility Goddess should have Life.” Vinnie stuck her tongue out at their alicorn wife and then looked at Kevin. “How are you doing over there? You’ve been quiet.”
“Considering I’m basically our version of Cocoa, being quiet is my default. As for how I’m doing? Pretty damn good. The Aspects I cover are rather select compared to all of yours and the persons I’m channeling to are ones who must already be perfectly suited.” Kevin answered with a shrug of his wings. It was at this point that Brennie realized her own wings were out, so were the others. She’d gotten used to them having their wings put away for space reasons.
“What I’m worried about is how this is affecting Jane. Like, why are we even in here?” Brennie questioned, worried for their new incredible mate and future wife that resonated with each of them quite well. “What is happening, Visi?”
“Well, Jehovah gave Rex an artifact to safely channel our powers to those worthy without the personality shifts inherent to removing Aspects.” Visilia told them and Vinnie gulped fearfully.
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“Raaargh!” Jet winced at the primal roar of fury as Jane rampaged. Shortly after whatever ritual was happening began, his First Mate went berserk and Luster quickly teleported the silver slime outside of the base before her current form was achieved. Argentines kept a safe distance as they recorded the towering six-armed, twelve-winged 600-foot tall giantess who had taken on the features of the six deities she was channeling, toppled a mountain of scrap to the west.
It was like looking at all of the most prominent features of Visilia Themis and the Marines seamlessly molded into the perfect entity with Wrath overwhelming everything. Fitting, since that was apparently Berserker’s original Aspect. He was thankful that Jane wasn’t properly using all this power she had coursing through her or Tarkus would have ceased to exist already.
Jane had Berserker and Hunter’s draconic scales over parts of her snout and limbs, she had a mane of spiky hair and her wolf tail was similar. She had Visilia’s horn on her head and Runner’s ears. Her muscles were so pronounced they must’ve been from Pillar and Collateral. She had also become Cybertronian, her body forming a solid exterior beyond just a membrane.
She genuinely looked, sounded and acted like a primordial machine goddess of destruction seeking to end the world, besides the mindless and senseless violence being delivered upon the mountains of scrap bordering the oil ocean to the west instead of anything or anyone living. Then the giant brown/black centipede monsters appeared and she began tearing them apart.
“So those are Daer Wyrms. They’re part of why Tarkus was a garbage world, before the junk made surfacing too difficult for them and they resorted to being entirely subterranean.” Jet mused as he watched his Wrathful friend Rip and Tear the giant centipede-like beasts apart with her bare hands with the addition of some hand-based blaster weapons.
“You’re handling your friend becoming an icon of destruction rather well.” Helvex commented from next to Jet on the bridge of the Bebop.
“If she truly meant to harm us, she wouldn't have gone rampaging away from the base. Whatever your plan to help your gods is, she’s still got enough of herself to instinctively avoid harming us.” Jet sighed and watched the bodacious beauty break the bodies of the big bastards with her paws crushing the fallen while she continued bashing them with her fists.
“All I know right now is that it's working. I can feel myself growing more powerful. Hopefully Miss Silver acclimates to this soon and we can get an explanation as to why she, as a native, was affected in such a way when she wasn’t even part of the ritual.” Helvex commented and then watched in appreciation as the Icon of Wrath gathered several of the wyrms up and twisted them to death using each of her six arms to great effect.
“Ugh...I need a drink.” Jet groused and rubbed his temples.

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I stood, panting, satisfied yet unsettled after the fog over my senses lifted. I looked down at myself, wondering when I got so gigantic, so glorious...so solid. I poked the silvery fur of my breasts before giving them a grope with four of my six hands while the last two went to my hips. “W-well...whatever the fuck happened, dayum...now, how do I get ya six out of me? Am I like a Megazord or something and have to be split up into six smaller Zords? Am I Ultron?”
Also, where in Satan’s blazing asshole am I? What’s with that euphemism? I don’t recognize wherever I’ve ended up, just that there’s bare earth around me and piles of dead giant centipede monsters. I feel vindicated and fulfilled from their righteous slaughter. Also, they taste like Slim Jims. Not the crappy ones either, the to-go travel ones. Did I even like Slim Jims before? Half of me is confused, the other half is maybe.
Also, I knew Tarkus had an oil ocean, but looking at those liquid black waves is really eerie. Where could all that oil have come-? “Uh, Jane? Hello?” I heard Visilia’s voice echoing within my mind.
“Oh thank gosh, please get out of me. I don’t know what happened. Ya were all asleep, the thingy got all glowy and suddenly I needed to Rip and Tear-holy fuck what is that?!” I squeaked fearfully and panted as I wrapped my twelve wings around me and hugged my six arms around myself too. “I-I feel so angry and I just wanna Destroy-fuck~...”
“Shit, that’s me, sorry.” Holy fuck, Brennie! You’ve withheld this much anger inside you?!
“Hey, that’s not just you! You don’t get to have all of the anti-Hell angst!”Vinnie huffed and I sniffed the air before I picked up a thoroughly cooked centipede monster. I have heat powers too I guess. “Ew, don’t-!” *Crunch!* “Ew~!” Mm! Tastes like beef jerky when cooked!
“Oh, woman-up, Vinnie. Bugs can taste great. They’re the turf version of shellfish.” Brennie chuckled as I sat down and watched the oil ocean while I ate. They can figure this out while I relax and try not to get triggered by something.
“You only say that because your best girlfriend is married to a reincarnated Dunmer.” Vinnie protested before I heard a couple of throats clearing...wherever their telepathy is coming from.
“That’s enough. Now, let me-ACK!” Wow, what was that?! It felt like a tsunami of voices hit me, hit us! “Well, good news is: it worked. Those who have been chosen are blessed and we can hear or in this case, feel everyone’s prayers to us.”
“Well, that’s great and all, but why am I yer medium fer this?” I grumbled and pouted with my left cheek on a fist, using another arm to rest on the bottom arm so I could brood comfortably.
“Did Eris predict this? Did she choose her for more than what we initially thought?” Edward questioned with furrowed brows, contemplating on that noodle time lord’s game. I also wondered why I knew he was furrowing his brows when I couldn't see them.
“Either way, while I enjoy resting within Jane’s Inner Sanctum, we should figure out how to get out.” Rico suggested and all but one verbally agreed. “What’s wrong, Kevin?”
“Jane, how are things looking out there? We can’t see what you see.” Kevin’s inquiry made me realize that, while I can hear and see them, sort-of, they can’t see what I’m seeing, yet hear me.
“Well, I’m sitting on the edge of a crater I must’ve made, looking at a black oil ocean surrounded by the corpses of giant centipede monsters. Novahome is nowhere in sight and I have no clue where we are. The nearest collection of sapients is a long way away from here.” I pointed off to the horizon over the ocean for self-reference. “I don’t know about ya lads and lasses, but I don’t feel comfortable bringing all of me anywhere near habitation.”
“You’re supposed to get rid of the dangers to this planet and make it habitable. We’re your extra reactors to empower you more in order to do it.” Kevin responded and while I don’t like the idea of using them in such a manner, it made sense.
“Well, I don’t feel like there’s any danger. I think I snapped out of my righteous slaughter-shit, whew. Breathe…” I covered my face in my hands and tried to calm down. “I think they’re all dead. I just committed a genocide on a violent alpha-predator megafauna species. Yeah, they’re all dead. Death was necessary to protect Life. Damn it, please just get out of me.” I have it weird enough without worshipers or all these crossing wires~!
“That’s just it, we can’t. Your job isn’t over, you need to use our Aspects to breathe Life back into the planet and make it livable again.” Visilia declared, I guess because she’s Fertility and Life.
“Why~?! What do all of yer crazy Aspects want me to do after I’ve committed a planetary genocide~?” I whined and flopped back on my floating bed of wings. How am I doing this?
“Cleansing. You were wiping the slate clean in order to proceed on to the next phase.” Kevin showed me all of their Aspects and there were a lot of them! He had Nature, Balance, Fate and Luck. Nature and Balance paired up well enough, along with Visi’s Fertility and Life. Oh no~!
“I-I have to get busy don’t I?” I asked meekly with four hands kneading my rippling abs. Having the children of someone I love and or trust? All the yes. Randomly surrogating my womb out? I’m disturbingly not disturbed by it when before, I know the answer would’ve been Hell No.
“Unfortunately...yes, dear. First, however, clean up the ocean, land and air.” Kevin instructed, but I let out a huff of annoyance.
“Ya say that like it’s easy. This is Tarkus. Nobody to this day knows if the oil oceans were water before or if it was always naturally ferrous and loaded with natural petroleum. I mean, I’m sure just by looking at it, this is natural...but what if it caught fire? How hasn’t it caught fire?” I was now fretting! How is this possible?! This kind of ocean with this kind of land coverage, it should’ve sparked and burned the atmosphere long ago! “B-besides, I’m sure that’s what the Sweepers are for!”
“It will take years. Years! For the Sweepers to clean it all up and make it viable for people to live on worldwide.” Brennie stressed how tedious it really was for these Sweepers to do their job.
“Didn’t those things process whole planets in hours?” I asked in confusion. Was that just another bit of misinformation lost to oral tradition?
“After they were blown up, yes. Do you want to explode (https://youtu.be/N68tDWfyk4E)?” Rico asked me and I wanted to snort at the meme he unintentionally referenced.
“I mean, as a slime, exploding is orgasmic, so~...” I got a collective groan from my passengers and snickered as I ran my fingers through my actual hair. I have Brennie’s bushy fluffy hair~!
There was a ripple in the ocean before a draconic head made of metal started to rise up, oil pouring out of it as it looked around. It spotted me as it kept rising from the oil, looking more and more as if it was grown from metal plants rather than formed by being born an animal despite its initial form implying that.
“What the fuck is that?!” I yelped as it started to tower over me. Then, the impulse throbbed in me. “Gnyuh...grr~! R...Rip AnD tEaR!”
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“I get the feeling she’s fighting something that would’ve been really fun. Or annoying.” Brennie pouted broodily with Vinnie and Visilia rubbing her back. “At least she doesn’t have to start mass-breeding babies just yet, if our instincts and past experience mean anything.”
“Considering she seems drawn to society-stopping megafauna right now, I guess so. Hopefully she doesn’t light the oil ocean on fire.” Edward commented uneasily while he along with the others took to moving around now that they were certain they weren’t about to harm Jane.
“There has to be a reason why it didn’t already.” Kevin reasoned with consideration. “Maybe there’s flame-retardant properties to Tarkus’s native oil? That would explain why it wasn’t pumped dry by the megacorps if it’s nearly inflammable and only good for lubricant.”
“It would’ve saved them a lot of maintenance costs. Keeping the gears going for a good while longer before they had to be replaced.” Rico noted with interest in a fireproof lube.
“Yeah, but with the giant monsters this planet obviously has, maybe the risks weren’t worth it.” Vinnie shrugged before she stood up and closed her eyes in concentration. Moments later, a screen with Jane’s sight and speakers with her hearing floated in the aether and they witnessed Jane wrestling a giant sea serpent capable of swallowing a gunboat whole. “Holy shit.”
“Well, at least we get some entertainment.” Brennie commented as she leaned against her demoness alicorn wife, enjoying the fight.
“The violence or the fact she’s coated in slick black oil and making her extra-shiny as she wrestles a giant noodle?” Visilia asked her wife with a naughty smirk.
Brennie and Vinnie shared a lewd and mischievous look. “Both. Both is good (https://i.imgflip.com/4jtcaf.png).” The dracowolf and bunny-wolf answered with snorts of amusement as Jane ripped it’s fucking jaw off moments before another one emerged from the literal black sea.
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Jim was rather fed-up with the situation. He expected rapid response and escalation to conflict upon entering the Char system and confronting the Corpus for their invasion of UnSC territory. Oh, oh how wrong he was.
Politics, bureaucracy and corpocracy at it’s finest. Even when war is the subject at hand, the megacorps just love to drag their feet. If it isn’t instantly profitable, they won’t do anything in a timely manner. The reason purges of ‘uprisings’ like Zerus are so swift is because a populace that doesn’t live in fear of their rich overlords is a populace willing to actually revolt.
“If it would actually get anything done, I’d almost suggest you just slip into the offices of the Corpus higher-ups and assassinate them, but they use clone droids to broadcast their brains into. Killing a Corpus is like trying to stomp out an infestation without poison.” Jim grumbled as Ashley rubbed his shoulders. They weren’t intimate, but they were both skilled fighters and had even begun working out together. It was nice having a secret gym partner.
Especially since she could kick his ass and help him improve. He’d already surpassed Commander Arrow, but he knew he was cheating via divinity. “Sounds like total bullshit. Back in the day, you were either immortal or not, not all this pseudo-immortal garbage fueled by money. They literally just pay credits whenever they bite it.” Ashley huffed with a shake of her head.
“When it comes to the Corpus, the only reliable way to negate them is to take out their weapons. The Teiwaz Frame is the basis of their own mobile suits and is comparable in quality to the UnSC Rodi Frame. They tend to use the Shigen loadout and variants of it since unlike the Rodi, the Teiwaz can actually be a full-fledged general-purpose unit rather than a specialist.” Midna chimed in and Jim gave her headpats, which the shadow-gab crooned happily about.
“Thanks for the info. Now, if only we weren’t stuck twiddling our thumbs.” Jim sighed boredly.
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“So, she’s been rampaging for a week now. How long does it usually take the Doom Marines to purge a megafauna infestation?” Jet questioned Marcus Themis, the acting representative of the Argentines with their highest leaders all somehow within his First Mate and King Rex -isn’t that redundant- had to return to Devorak to avoid the previous king needing to step in.
“Quite a while. It would take a couple of months to try and purge such infestations.” Helvex answered with a shrug.
“Well, she’s all of them concentrated into a giantess of epic proportions-shut up.” Jet growled at Eris, who had popped up from his waistband with a cheerful smile and finger raised before she pouted and slid back into his trousers. “Not to mention she’s been nearly warping with those wings of hers all over the planet and annihilating every megafauna nest around. There aren’t even any left on this half of the Stellar Tether.”
“Then we leave her be. In the meantime, let’s talk about what our plans are.” Marcus insisted and the others nodded in agreement.
“First, I’m building up a sizable force and figuring out how I can possibly control all of it without needing to be within a few miles. The Zerg of old could function autonomously, but they were mostly a semi-mindless swarm Hellbent on consuming all Life. So, I’m trying to see if I can’t make ‘relay’ units that would, if not just extend my range, allow data packets to convey orders to isolated far-flung units across the galaxy, considering psionics don’t take distance into account.” Luster brought up, thankfully wearing a shirt and shorts at Jet’s pleading for some modesty.
“How are you going to sustain all of them?” Spike questioned curiously and Luster puffed out her chest proudly, stretching the black ‘rock band!’ shirt with her bosom.
“They require almost no maintenance because I based them off of fungus and also made them photosynthetic. They can live off of a pittance of water and sunlight, but they’ll need more water in dry environments with low humidity. They’re also edible and taste like shitake mushrooms.” Luster boasted and besides Spike or other draconids, everyone looked grossed out.
“Hey, aren’t a lot of mushrooms like big brains? Why don’t you make one that turns into a mushroom like the ones that look like me, but does that?” Khorgan, the template for the Zorks, suggested and Luster practically draped over her new lover with a purr.
“Khor, you sexy-smart bitch, that’s a good idea. I’ll test it later. How about on the Argentine’s end, since you’ll be coordinating our naval efforts?” Luster questioned Marcus as if he didn’t verbally bite her head off a week ago.
“Yes, I’m glad that we have your experience to rely on. Nobody here would have half an idea of how to manage a navy.” Jet commented with a relieved sigh before chuckling at Atano’s glare. “Sorry Atano, but you’re married to the Infinity, which is more of a capture net with that exotic tractor beam system.” Said ship was now travel-worthy thanks to Lucatiel and the crews patching up the outer hull of the Space Hulk this past week.
“True. Besides, I’m nowhere near as experienced as the Argentines.” At Atano’s admission, everyone turned their attention to Marcus.
“Ahem. Well, firstly, we’re using Sweepers to clear out the decimated areas that Lady Silver has scared all of the natives away from. We’ve gotten raw materials in bulk to hasten repairs on the Infinity so she can be more than a catchmoon. We also have Sweepers devouring the asteroid belts in the system for the forgeships to start producing new ships with. However, we need a dump site for all the earthen slag we can’t use for production purposes.” Marcus looked over at Shekka and Hildra, who perked up at realizing they were being consulted.
“Uh, well, geography isn’t a strong point with us natives. It’s all junk planetwide, y’know? Maybe fill in the craters caused by Jane killing those giant monsters first.” Shekka suggested and Hildra nodded.
“Thank you, that’s a start. Jet, would you or any of the other Mobile Suit pilots be willing to train alongside our Titans? We need to devise a doctrine for the two to work together, otherwise we’ll be getting in each other’s way.” Marcus questioned but Jet shook his head.
“About that. I was going to first suggest that we avoid relying too much on Argentine tech. We’re unfamiliar with it, so any mobile suits that are your manufacture would probably be best used by your own hands. Which is why I’m considering if you might be able to reverse-engineer the Rodi frame for us local yokels, then you can get fancy with the armor system that goes over them if you want. That way we won’t need to retrain everyone on our end.” Jet suggested.
“Captain, I don’t think he meant having your own pilots use their Titans.” Atano commented.
“I know that, I’m being serious. Before we can even talk strategy training, we need a mobile suit fleet to train. I’m sure we can get plenty from the pirates here, but ultimately they need something they can adjust to easily, not whatever hyper-advanced systems the Argentines use.” Jet clarified and got nods from Spike and Faye, the only native MS pilots on the Bebop’s bridge.
“We can do that, so long as they don’t try to pinch from us.” Helvex noticed as soon as their fleet was made aware, the rasks and gabs have been salivating at the sight.
“We’ll make sure they don’t, because if they do...” Jet looked over at Khorgan, who gave a glasgow grin and ran her thumb over her throat.
“Great, that’s-huh?” Helvex stopped and turned his head to the side, his face contorting from confusion to horror when the news came in. “Uh...we have Force Users manifesting within our ranks...this is too ironically cruel for my liking.”
“How, exactly?” Atano asked in confusion.
“We’ve killed Jedi and Sith, both Force Users, but on opposite sides of the same coin. I should know, I was there.” Helvex answered with a sigh.
“Why did you go to war with them?” Jet questioned since he knew the Argentines don’t wage war for nothing. Both Urta/Penny and Berserker strongly upheld an ancient sage’s advice that ‘there is no greater waste of time or resources than war, use it sparingly and swiftly’.
“Because they, along with their allies, threatened my extended family living in that galaxy. Yet, they were the ones who came up with a treaty they all signed on and they had the gall to break it over some hypocritical reason. They forgave a power-hungry psychopath: who murdered his twin brother, killed billions of people, burned down a million worlds, worked alongside him, but they wanted to arrest one of my aunts who gave an apology to the entire galaxy?” Marcus growled angrily with a clenched fist before slamming it on the table. “I wasn’t there to take part in because it happened so fast.”
“This sounds like a worthy tale to hear.” Khorgan hummed before she cracked her neck. “Now then, leave discipline to me. I may have only one ship to my name, but I’ve got a mobile suit of my own and I’ve got a reputation of being a badass, I’ll keep the rats in line. Send the word out that the Silver Pirates are recruiting big-dick energy to fight the whole damn galaxy with the support of the Old Gods and we’ll have dumbasses lining up to join.”
“I’d offer to have my troops fill that in, but there’s only so much I can convey. Piloting complex war machines is definitely off the table for my Zerg drones.” Luster floated after Khorgan, basically letting the she-hulk carry her out by maintaining her hands on the thraggen’s shoulders.
“Well, I guess they’re off to handle that. As for reverse-engineering-.” The hologram sprang to life to reveal a multi-armed Rodi-style mobile suit.
“Everyone! Look at me! This is my Alt! I can fix so much better this way! Someone else can have my Worker Rodi, kay? Bye~!” Lucatiel gushed and then hung up.
“Have that Worker Rodi transferred to the engineering division, they’ll have it sorted out by the end of the day.” Marcus promptly said in response to the convenient situation. “Now then, once the local garrison exists, we can discuss training exercises then. Meanwhile, I and my fellow strategists will be going over the star maps you’ve all provided and begin planning inter-galactic domination.” Marcus smirked. That kind of statement being a good thing is hilariously ironic.

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A white and red insectoid frigate-class ship entered Tarkus’ orbit from FTL. It slowly drifted from surviving what seemed to be a violent jump and was promptly snagged by the Infinity’s tractor beam net, then pulled into a quarantined hangar in case of unknown pathogens. First Contact SOP was to detain, assess, assist or annihilate in that order.
Atano watched the holo feed as droids, which she was still leery of using more freely, approached the ship and carefully probed it for an opening that wasn’t festering clotted damage. Seeing an organic ship was quite novel, considering Luster’s projections on how costly it would be to grow a fleet of living ships at this time made the prospect unlikely.
Eventually, after finding that the ‘mouth’ between the ‘mandibles’ of the craft was the access ramp, the droids carefully prodded the sensory organ that acted as an access panel until it opened. One entered with no weapons and soon rushed out blaring a medical emergency code, causing the awaiting paramedic droids to rush inside. Atano bit her lip in concern as a train of alien corpses were ferried out and laid out on the floor, but one of them was hurried towards the security hatch declaring emergency medical treatment was needed.
Atano had already ordered a nearby room to this hangar be prepped for such an event and sent the clearance, watching through the feed as the insectoid alien was brought to the medical room, which had an Argentine-provided medical droid on standby. It promptly assessed the alien’s condition and began providing treatment while sending a quick report to her omni.
“This is a Rachni?” Atano asked curiously, wondering what the humanoid creature had in relation to the species of hive-minded giant bugs she’d read about during her self-learning. Thankfully, relevant files from the Argentine secure fleet extranet were sent to her shortly. So at some point, the Rachni was hybridized with the near-synthetic Collector species that resulted from Reaper modification of the Protheans back before the Empire even existed.
Atano balked at the size that the size-control collar reported when scanned. This woman was about fifteen meters tall. Aside from dragons, no known species, at least in her time, was known to have possibly achieved such a state. Thank goodness it hadn’t broken or she would’ve been crushed inside of her ship and joined the rest of her crew in death.
Further reading provided that the Rachni had sprung back from extinction with help from the Empire and obtained a more humanoid form after hybridizing with the nearly crippled Collectors that had been rescued from an AI named Harbinger. This gave immense advantages to the Rachni species and further aided the Collectors in their recovery. The last reports on the Rachni Collective was that they seceded from the Empire before the Fall and became isolationist.
“What did you find?” Ani asked when he entered the ops center.
“The sole survivor is a Rachni Queen, the rest of the crew have all died from various causes, chief among them is starvation. The medical droid is intravenously providing her nutrients and stabilizing her now.” Atano told her SIC and hummed as she pointed out a specific tidbit of the species bio. “This can’t be a coincidence. Luster Dawn needs a means of projecting her psionic commands further and the Rachni are tailor-suited to this form of psionics.”
“So we’ll chalk it up to the Chaos Trinity as per protocol?” Ani questioned and Atano sighed.
“We can’t do that anymore, we’ll ask Eris, but otherwise assume yes.” The gods are both blunt and mysterious in frustrating ways, even in this dreadful era. At least this will provide Luster Dawn a living specimen to help her figure out her plans for intergalactic domination.
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Jim was with Arrow in the main hangar bay while a shuttle arrived carrying some prodigy from Elysium. She was known for stopping rebel fronts by herself at times, able to use massively destructive spells to quell them. The UnSC sent her to the Legacy to help with the Corpus they were dealing with. Lieutenant Tanya was also probably a lap dog sent to watch them what with her reputation as a line-toeing hardass.
The shuttle opened and descending the ramp was a little blond human girl with big blue eyes and pale skin in a UnSC uniform with the markings of a Lieutenant. This was the person who put down the actual uprisings of Skulster and Hoth. Jim could feel War coursing through her essence. She was certainly as gifted at it as he’d heard.
“Commander Arrow, Lieutenant Tanya Degurechaff, reporting for duty!” The little girl stated with a salute and Jim instantly wanted to put her at the helm of the Infinity, she would destroy the Corpus come Hell or Warp Storms.
“Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Degurechaff. I have stepped away to welcome you in lieu of the General, since she cannot leave the bridge. However, I am needed elsewhere. Ensign Hawkins will see to it that you’re settled in before we have you properly report for duty.” Commander Arrow then nodded at Jim and left him to handle welcoming the little hellion.
“Ah, so you’re the Relic user I’ve heard about. You’re certainly a specimen.” The lieutenant said while looking at him like many of the women on the Legacy. However, it felt fake.
“You don’t really mean that. Don’t try to play at being someone you aren’t for my sake.” Jim said as he turned and gestured for her to follow. “If you really thought that, you wouldn’t have bothered looking above my waist.” Jim sighed in resignation. “You prefer the ladies I feel.”
“A bit of both, but I prefer women. I wouldn’t say no to a round with you if I was in the mood, but I’d go for our General if she was near in such a situation.” Lieutenant Degurechaff said, looking off to the side with a blush. “That said, I’ve had a long shuttle ride and I’m in need of a workout and stretch.”
“I see. Well, the gym should be our first visit then.” Jim said as he picked up the pace. “However, understand that I don’t approve of penetrative intercourse with a minor.”
“I’m 18.” Lieutenant Degurechaff wilted/pouted/glared up at him and Jim winced.
“Uh...ow. I...oof. I would apologize, but that’s not fair to either of us. Honest mistake. I don’t really have the ability to understand either since as a changeling, a different form has always been a moment away.” Jim replied with empathy despite his lack of comprehension.
“Happens all the time. My magical potential has stunted my growth. I won’t look 18 until I'm 142.” Lieutenant Degurechaff growled.
“Oh, right, some of the gene manipulation of humanity has caused a rather big variation in outcomes. You must be from a heritage of naturally small persons.” Jim replied as they got in the elevator and he pressed the button for the training floor.
“I can’t confirm that. I’m an orphan, but I have faith that the UnSC doctors I use aren’t wrong.”
“I’m in agreement there. I’ve selected the training floor.” Jim informed his superior and she nodded in approval.
“Good, but I am a little hot under the collar.” The deceptively younger-looking young woman declared sternly and Jim sighed before a flash of purple fire swept over him and she was standing evenly with the tiny terror. “Hey, don’t taunt me! Be you, but a woman if you’re not gonna give me a dicking.”
“O-okay…” Jim nervously replied before she transformed again and Tanya salivated with hearts in her eyes as Jamie nervously combed her purple mane and tried not to think about the heaving basketballs on her pecs. “Now, I may be a changeling, but I’m not just some quick fuck. I expect you to respect me.”
“I will, I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. I’ve had that all the time through boot.” Lieutenant Degurechaff said before magically flying up to eye level with Jamie’s towering 8 foot height. “Now, let's have some fun before I get to work on the Corpus.”
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Quedia morosely lapped up the bowl of tasty yet unsatisfying gruel that this ‘Railjack’ ship served from the small galley. She gave a grimace at the texture, but it was too good to not eat. It was especially awkward with the mute woman named Jester dancing around everywhere. The incorrigible thing was a horrid tease, getting handsy with anyone and everyone, but especially with Kasumi and Quedia herself.
“Why does that Warframe seem so...flirty?” Bask asked at last, audibly tired of the inappropriate shenanigans. Quedia already violently protested being touched, but that wasn’t enough to stop the minx and she’d given up trying to set her on fire.
“Oh, she took up the power of other frames to escape where she was being held by the UnSC. This has led to some hormonal changes, including her being a hermaphrodite.” Ivara explained as Jester nodded with a pat of it’s groin.
“So they are a charlatan and a knave with no manners by nature.” Quedia chuffed dismissively.
“She is the trickster Warframe: Mirage. On top of this, she has the spy Loki in her systems, the assassin Ash, the blood berserker Garuda, the healer Trinity and the plague Saryn. All of those old frames have had a heavy influence upon Jester. You can’t expect a unit meant for just one set of paradigms to go back to normal after diffusion.” Ivara defended her fellow firmly.
“You talk as if it’s a Golem?” Quedia asked in bemusement.
“Because that is what Jester and I are. I am a Prime due to being made from a person, while my compatriot here is based off of another Prime.” Ivara explained while her helm retracted from around Kasumi’s head to let her eat. It was so queer how those two existed in a symbiotic relationship.
“Yeah, also you can wear them and have so many things done to you~.” Kasumi, the strange creature called a human, said with a naughty wag of her eyebrows.
“I se-aah!” Quedia yelped as her seat was replaced by Jester on her hands and knees acting as a bench and wiggling her cute butt. Quedia flushed when she realized she thought of the crude Warframe as ‘cute’. “Ivara, if you do not remove this nuisance from beneath my rear, I will not be held responsible for any damages I commit to your vessel!”
“I honestly can’t. Warframes have this selective anti-friendly-fire trait that prevents us from taking hostile action against one another outside of a dueling arena or Conclave arena. I cannot comprehend what possessed Urta to have this magic woven into our very beings, but it’s the truth.” Ivara replied and Quedia growled before she drank her bowl and got up to escape.
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“I feel that one of my Warframes really wants to reproduce.” Urta muttered as she ate her sandwich. Life was rather calm without Divine Aspects imposing actions upon her being. Sure, she had much less sex, didn’t get as much enjoyment out of martial tradition or strategy and she was no more powerful than any hyper-pregnant slime now.
“How can you feel that?” Penny asked while using her tail to keep Wiatr from getting too handsy.
“Because the Warframes were my personal project and I’m intrinsically tied to them, even though I’m no longer the Goddess of War.” Urta took a sip of soda and ignored Wiatr’s needy mewls for more sex. Gosh, not being an insatiable breeding bitch has put in perspective just how sexually preoccupied her wife was. The poor slime skaven should get therapy.
“Is it getting frustrated? Also, how does a Warframe reproduce? We never had them do that; you just made them in your womb.” Wiatr said before Penny moaned into her mouthful of sandwich. “Yeah, you like that don’t ya~?” Wiatr purred until Urta formed the end of her tail into a fist and punched her naughty wife away from her sister while still eating.
“Thanksh shish.” Penny muffled through her food before she swallowed. “Yikes, not being constantly horny really is an eye-opener. We should find a way to tone that down.”
“Definitely. Want to go check in on your wives and see how they’re doing with that Twilight Mirror project?” That may be a way to get people out of Paradise, but since it turned Ashley into a permanent shadow-entity, she and the mirror are being examined thoroughly for safety.
“Yeah, but you didn’t answer that question?” Waitr mewled as she leaned against the table.
“This Warframe must've done something to evolve from what I birthed out. Primes can reproduce easily, frames after that can’t as a form of population control. This frame was not made a prime, but is now acting as one. Now, are you going to be a good girl or do I need to have you banished to Horny Jail?” Urta threatened and Wiatr perked nervously.
“We’ll be good!” Wiatr was just happy her wife was awake, but this mellow and not-horny state made her worried. She hoped her wife and her sis-in-law got their Aspects back.
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Well, I don’t know how long I’ve been out of it by now, but now I’m sitting on top of a mountain of metal serpent corpses. Also, the oil ocean is fire-retardant. When ignited, it has this odd chemical reaction that pulls accelerants away from the intense heat and smothers the fire within minutes. This ocean is easily the best non-fuel oil in the Three Galaxies!
Anyway… “So~...I think that’s it fer the megafauna. I’ve saved Tarkus from its native hostile alpha predators. Yay. Now, I don’t know about the six of ya, but I’m oddly horny as Hell. Please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is…” I whined as I leaned back on my self-made throne of heavy metal death. Heh, more like heavy death metal. I could go for some, actually.
“Sorry, it’s affecting us, too~.” Visilia whimpered needily and I felt her, Brennie and Vinnie were beginning to fall to such temptation as well. The boys have distanced themselves as much as possible, but they were feeling it, too. “D-Damnit, why can’t I keep this under control~?”
“How is it affecting ya?” I teased as I began using two hands to knead my breasts, two to tug on my milky nipples which caused plants/moss to flourish wherever the divine fluid fell, while my lowest two hands went to my streaming quim to begin fingering my cavernous cunt.
“I’m the Goddess of Fertility and Life now, the feeling has become far more potent. Brennie still has the Sex Aspect and all three of them are...well, you can take a guess~.” Visi panted for breath while running her hands all over herself.
“I need something in my cunt.” I groaned before a disembodied hybrid cock with an equine flare, draconic ribbing and canine knot that had all the colors of the souls in me appeared. “Holy fuck, thank ya stupid overpowered godly powers. C’mere.” I grabbed it and began licking it to apply some lube since I couldn’t cheat with my usual slime body right now. I may be gushing lube like a waterfall, but I’m not used to being solid and I don’t want to take chances.
“O-oh fuck, I feel it!” Brennie moaned and everyone else in my soul crooned in acknowledgement of them all sharing the sensation. “Oh~! Everybody, we’re gonna knock Jane up together!” I moaned and began sucking on the giant throbbing dildo, savoring the delicious pre. Just thinking of my future wives and husbands impregnating me made all my nerves sing.
“Everyone, this wasn’t how I was planning to get some time with Jane, but this is very stimulating.” Edward panted when I began deepthroating the dick and kneading the glorious gonads churning against my chin as I felt pleasure from doing so! How is my body doing this automatically~? I have to focus to experience this in my usual slime form when it’s anywhere besides my groin.
“Mm~.” I moaned and began gulping and sucking harder while I practically fisted my vagina. I know what I have to do, but I want to enjoy this longer~! My six lovers all howled/neighed in orgasm and the thick dick in my throat began pulsing, gushing lakes worth of semen down my gullet for my body to process. My Navel Pearl shined blindingly with each swallow. Eventually they stopped, but the sun traveled a good distance before then. “Nnng~...” Fucking, epic.
I’d frigged myself to orgasm numerous times along with the pleasure of being pumped full through my throat. I’ve drenched this mountain with milk and feminine lube so much that the mystical fluids have somehow caused it to be trailing alien plants and moss down the whole slope facing the ocean. I even see some sort of fish in the oil gathering at the shore.
“Fuck~...that was the most intense and long-lasting orgasm I’ve ever had.” Rico panted and he along with the others groaned as I pulled their gestalt dick from my face with an echoing pop.
“Now, yew’ll all get to breed me~.” I panted and moved their penis towards my groin.

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Jester writhed in her bed as she looked down at herself. The strange need was still unsatisfied despite how much she ate. She didn’t understand it, this felt like hunger yet not. She was horny most of the time and when she was covered in blood in the heat of battle, it just got worse. She wanted to be intimate with Ivara and Quedia, but for obvious reasons she couldn’t.
Jester silently huffed at her throbbing groin and wished for a means to satisfy this pulsing ache that coursed through her body. The mischievous warframe rubbed the mass between her legs as she tried desperately to solve her issue. Both her original genitals and this girthy rod of her flesh enjoyed the contact, but it wasn’t enough!
The door to her bunk opened and Quedia of all people entered. “Listen, you knave, I’ve had-oh my…” Quedia’s eyes widened at the sight of Jester’s exposed groin and she quickly, vainly, tried to cover herself, but her petite hands were no match, so Jester lifted a thigh to hide it. “Goodness. Are all men so blessedly endowed in this era?”
Jester shook a fist with a red anger mark appearing on her brow! She may have a phallus now, but she’s still a woman! The indignation left her unprepared for Quedia’s approach after she closed the sliding door and grinned like a cat that caught the canary.
“My, my, the petite pest isn’t so puny where it counts most. Perhaps, knave, you can compensate me for the slights you’ve made.” Quedia wrapped her hot hand around Jester’s girth and the Warframe went ramrod stiff. “If you possess sheepskin, I will gladly mount your phallus, but if not I shall torture you for my amusement.” The black lioness purred cruelly as she teased the crown of Jester’s alien penis.
Jester wiggled in dismay since she did not have a condom. Warframes don’t do casual sex. She frantically tried to consider an alternative and came up blank, before she snapped her fingers and retrieved a balloon from her cleavage after allowing her form to soften further. She may not have had sex beyond bribing men with handjobs before, but she knew to be prepared for high-volume ejaculation in some way and this balloon had a similar enchantment to condoms.
“Ah...how is it that you can squeeze-oh.” Quedia watched as the balloon’s tiny spout easily stretched over the huge alien phallus and the red elastic object soon adhered to Jester’s dick properly. “That is convenient. Now then.” Quedia climbed up into the niche with flexibility that was impressive and Jester wordlessly groaned as the lioness just took her inside~!
Unsure of exactly what to do, Jester gripped Quedia’s wide birthing hips and warily wriggled her own more petite hips as the lioness impaled herself repeatedly, groaning and mewling in pleasure. Her insides were so hot! It was nearly painful! However, the feeling of this ancient entity’s vagina squeezing and pulling her new tool was too much!
Thankfully, by some paranoid magitech engineer’s foresight, when Jester began gushing audible glorps of semen from her petite body into Quedia’s shielded womb, the space extended. Jester panted through her ejaculation along with Quedia as the lioness rubbed her bloating belly and spasmed in orgasm around Jester’s penis. Jester felt immense satisfaction, but the hunger did not fade. “Ahn...you have done me a great service, knave. I shall be going now.”
“More.” Jester growled, holding Quedia tightly to her hips.
“No. If you are a good pet, I will allow you to do this again.” Quedia grabbed Jester’s wrists and pulled her strong grip away with an ease that reminded Jester that this entity was a demigoddess. “Now, I shall dispose of this wonderful warmth you’ve filled me with.”
“Needy.” Jester pleaded as Quedia dismounted and rubbed her full womb with a lick of her lips.
“Maybe later.” Quedia winked, then waddled out of the cubicle and the door swooshed shut with a disappointing finality. Jester looked down at her rock hard penis, knowing she needed to make a baby with Quedia now. The trickster knew she needed that cat's baby. Or Ivara’s if she would stop tormenting her!
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“Kasumi, do you think Jester might be acting like a Prime?” Ivara asked her wife as the frame thrust into the woman while the human was still wearing her. The urge to breed came about again and Kasumi figured that another Ivara causing trouble for the corpus was a good idea.
“Fuck if I care. She’s hot, cute, spunky, fucking fuck me ‘Vara~!” Kasumi shouted, but it wasn’t audible past her wife’s helm over her head as said living suit of armor walked through their Railjack; the Unseen Savior.
“I am. My balls are aching to pump a baby into you. You’ll get your cream.” Ivara said with a roll of her optics before she spotted some damage on the floor from normal wear that needed to be fixed. So she activated her omni and sprayed omni-gel on it with directives to restore the panel. She paused when she watched Quedia waddle with a preggo belly into the crossway between the crew and passenger quarters. “Well, well. Finally laid that stud, huh?”
“Oh, no, Bask and I have not consummated our informal arrangement yet. This is from that knave, Jester. Her girth is quite enjoyable.” Quedia commented before continuing towards the public bathroom, leaving Ivara standing stone still and even pausing in screwing Kasumi.
“Vara?” Kasumi whined and wiggled what she could within her wife.
“Kasumi, how do you feel about having some little Mirages too?” Ivara asked naughtily.
“Oh, fuck yes!”
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Visilia groaned and then twitched before she began pushing herself up. The ground was like the softest grass she’d ever felt and the sight of the swaying gray alien plants moving with the breeze was as calming as it was unsettling. She looked around until she noticed the sun was between two arching mountains that looked...like...wings...
“Oh, shit.” Visilia took to the air, noticing her wives and husbands laying a bit away from where she’d woken up. Upon emerging from the almost lotus-like arrangement of twelve wings rising above the fluffy plateau, she looked down upon the island formed from Jane’s body a short distance from the shore of the oil ocean. “I’m surprised she’s not the size of a moon, honestly.”
All signs of Jane being an anthro dracowolf cybertronian was gone, the wings were more like stone mountains and upon landing by Brennie, found that there was soil under the actual gray grass. Jane has transformed into a fertile island easily the size of Kyushu. “Visi? Could you get the number of that epic babe who fucked me unconscious?” Brennie groaned contentedly as she rubbed her abs. “I want their babies~.”
“Sweetie, you don’t need her number, it was Jane.” Visilia snorted and helped Brennie to her paws. “She’s all around us now, turned into an island.”
“Not a moon? Disappointing.” Brennie joked and got another snort from Visi. “So...is she awake or something?” Brennie asked before sprouting her wings and joining Visi in going to collect the others they felt had been scattered around the massive island.
“Not sure.” Visi shrugged before they landed by Vinnie to find her sleeping soundly on a flower bed of sorts. “Aw, look at her~.” The Alicorn cooed at the precious sight of her wife.
“Wow, that's cute.” Rico commented when he, Kevin and Edward landed by them. “Well, have we all taken pictures?” They all nodded. “Okay, let’s wake her. She’s the easiest way to figure out where Jane is.” Rico bent down and gently shook Vinnie by the shoulder.
“Nn~. Not now. Enjoying the afterglow…” Vinnie muttered, but Rico hoisted her up. “Nyuh~ fine. Fine. I’m awake.” Vinnie grumbled and steadied on her paws before looking around. “Huh, neat. So where’s-oh my gosh.” Vinnie’s eyes flashed and suddenly they could sense Jane around them. “Jane! You sexy bitch! Up here!”
“Hello? I kinda blacked out after hours of cumming constantly. I feel so delightfully full, but I can’t move, let me…” The ‘earth’ rumbled beneath their paws/hooves before a car-sized gray sprout emerged and then blossomed, revealing Jane back to normal in the giant lotus. “Uh...so, what’s up? Whoa...I don’t feel full at all. Like I’m suddenly empty.”
“Perhaps you’ve done what was needed. Then again, look at what you’ve accomplished.” Edward gestured around with his arms. “This is all you or was you.”
“Oh...neat. Kay, I’mma pass out.” Jane splashed into a puddle on the lotus and they hurried to gather her up before she could seep into the dirt. A slime stuck in soil is not a happy slime.
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The railjack floated slowly into the Tarkus system as the crew lazed in the cockpit. Bask had been piloting for the last half day as they creeped in. Jester still seemed antsy, but calmer. Even if she was following Quedia around with the lioness treating her as a servant. Ivara and Kasumi were giggling constantly as the two rubbed their abdomen while their husband KG-G2 rushed around doing checks on systems, muttering about keeping prying eyes off of them. They were flying into a pirate’s den, so it made sense.
“So, what’s got you so giggly?” Bask asked wryly, since he’d been roped into pilot duty when he was told it wasn’t much different from piloting a mobile suit. However, that was the long-defunct comparison between the Railjack’s advanced full-body pilot harness and the MTS of the Golden Age suits. It wasn’t that hard though, it was rather intuitive.
“Them being lewd adulterating letches as usual.” KG snarked while using a foot to interact with a panel. Bask had to wonder why a personal assistant droid was doing the job of an astromech droid, but KG could pilot the ship despite being the wrong model, so he was willing to chalk it up to the droid having extensive experience beyond his programming.
“Do you want to meld with the suit, KG?” Kasumi purred before Ivara used a foot to scratch the droid under the chin.
“No, you harlot! I want to get the ship in-there. We’ve been safely snagged by the Infinity’s net, specifically to be brought to an isolated hangar where Ani will meet us. Get out of that harness, Bask.” KG’s words were a relief and Bask got out of the fancy full-body harness promptly.
“So we're here and can actually rest?” Quedia commented while ignoring Jester as the Warframe tried to keep her attention with some strange prism.
“Yes, now stop being flirty, all of you. We have a debrief, then we do what we want until my wife and Jester need to go on another mission.” KG demanded as he jumped up on Ivara’s shoulder.
“Uh, KG? What exactly are we looking at?” Bask pointed out through a window, seeing an entire fleet along with giant space stations structured like gothic churches, cathedrals and monasteries gathered around a moon-sized Space Hulk swarming with smaller ships.
“Say hello to the Rebel Alliance, spearheaded by the Argentines. In orbit around Tarkus, which is currently being rapidly terraformed to benefit from it’s scrap resource so the forge-ships don’t have to rely on Devorak’s resources for our dimension’s liberation war.” Ivara announced with her hands proudly gesturing towards the amassed fleet.
“Those giant buildings look very much like the hideous works of Gywn. Gaudy and obsessed with his worship.” Quedia commented with her snout scrunched in disapproval. “One visit to Anor Londo was enough for my taste.”
“Don’t say that around an Argentine, Quedia.” Bask paled, wondering how his life has become so complicated. He was just a maintenance engineer, now he’s part of the rebellion!
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“Whoa, it’s only been two weeks since Jane went all Icon of Wrath?” Rico asked as he along with the others looked down from the ship they called to pick them up. Huge swaths of Tarkus’s formerly scrap-coated surface had been stripped clear. The epicenters were where Jane had slaughtered megafauna and scared the natives away.
“The Sweepers can clear entire debris fields of destroyed planets and sections of asteroid belts or fields. Without having to worry about natives in the crossfire, they can clean up those areas of the planet faster than some people can comprehend.” Helvex said, since he was the one to get on this gunboat to pick up his lieges.
“She’ll be in for a shock when she wakes up then.” Edward said with a jostle of the large drum containing the slumbering slime wolfess.
“Yes, she will be.” Visilia nodded her head in agreement before she went back to looking down at the world. “So much possibility, I can feel the planet’s sterility coming to an end from the Isle of Fertility that Jane had transformed into influencing the whole world. Tarkus is alive now.”
“So that’s why I get the inkling so many creatures are fucking like mad.” Brennie muttered with an amused smirk. “I mean, I haven’t had the Sex Aspect for long, but damn, if Wiatr is always aware of all the lewd things going on, no wonder she’s endlessly horny.”
“Hearing that from you, I have a newfound respect for our lewd wife managing not to have sex constantly and actually take breaks from it.” Kevin commented and then he blinked. “Wait...how long have you been gestating those eggs, Visi?” This caused them to focus on the demoness.
“Hey, yeah. Don’t Raskvel eggs only have an initial incubation period of two weeks? That’s about how long we were in Jane. Are you about to start laying? Do we need to make an emergency landing?” Vinnie asked their alicorn wife and she blinked as she rubbed her abs.
“Um...I don’t think so? No, I’m fine. I feel that they’re ready to come out, but unless I want to, I don’t need to. Huh. Neat.” Visilia bit her lip and resisted letting some of her belly out. This was a small little gunboat, no need to risk anything. “Hey, that means Hildra has laid by now.”
“Oh, right. That also means we’ll be so much closer to finding out if Luster’s gene therapy will work on curing Raskvel genetic ADHD and learning disabilities.” Edward said, remembering conversations he’d had with the shortstacks and other locals about the species the Kobolds had evolved into in just several centuries alongside the goblins-turned-Gabliani.
“You can feel free to ask in a few minutes, we’re here.” Helvex announced and the Argentines just realized they were all naked and started getting dressed. Nudism is contagious in this universe, they swear!
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I woke up and became aware of being in a drum, the kind usually used for dangerous fluids. I sloshed and swirled around to hopefully alert someone that I was awake, then I remembered I’m a goddess of Aspects suited to solving this issue more directly. “Hello? Notice the drum, open it, please.” I broadcast through the Force and shortly the stopper opened. “Thanks.” I emerged.
My savior was a pink-furred covcat who could have easily been mistaken for being from the Golden Age with her figure. She wore a crop top and jean-shorts with suspenders that made her huge hooters all the more obvious. “W-whoa, you must be Jane Silver, our new boss. I’m Tam-Tam, the head engineer of the Tarrasque and loyal friend of Captain Khorgan.”
“Oh, well, good to meet ya.” I sat on the drum after I finished extracting. I’m in my room on the Bebop, so I had to wonder how far I had pulled Tam-Tam away from whatever she was doing. “Sorry fer the compulsion to come get me out. I hope I didn’t interrupt ya too much.”
“Oh, no big Boss. I was just walking by. However, it’s normal for a pirate to ask for payment of some sort~.” Tam-Tam purred and quickly smished our equally huge tits together. “I want it paid forward, can I have sex with you, boss?” Whoa! I like this one!
“Sure~. C’mere.” I wrapped my legs around her thin waist and was about to kiss her when the door opened and Khorgan, in a badass leather jacket, pants and a crop top entered.
“Hey, hey, don’t hold up my engineer, babe. I need her to make sure my Green Goblin is ready for Argentine inspection.” Khorgan playfully chuckled and easily grabbed Tam-Tam, putting her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry and squeezing her glorious ass as the sexy kitty whined in disappointment. “You can play with the titty kitty later, babe. Now go back to sleep, you’ve gotta be wiped out after what you did.”
“Uh...I’m fine. Sure, I’m a bit tired, but I’m okay.” I don’t feel too bad, more like I’m a couple days of recovery after a major exertion.
“Well, you terraformed half a planet, you should sleep.” Khorgan told me before making off with the pouting pretty kitty as I wrapped my head around that.
Within two weeks, I slaughtered all or most of the megafauna threatening the planet, then fucked my six future waifus/husbandos until the body I’d obtained turned into a blessed holy island of sort instead of being knocked up with their children. Now, because of all that, I’ve essentially terraformed half of Tarkus through magic godly bullshit.
I think I should go back to sleep.
I had half of my body back in the drum by the time Rivala rushed into the room and promptly began kissing me and pulling me back out of the metal fluid container. “Mm, Riv-mm~!” I muffled and kissed back, letting her pull me to the bed and we began eagerly grinding our groins together as we scissored our eager gashes. “Fuck, Rivala. N-not even-nyuh~...” I orgasmed cutely by my own standards and suddenly felt way more tired. “Oh~...Rivala, I feel so tired.”
“Sorry, I needed to refuel. So many people are making casual wishes lately within earshot. Damn pirates. At least none of it was too irresponsible or mean.” Rivala climbed atop me and kissed me tenderly. “Sorry about that. Would you like to sleep in my storage?”
“...Yeah.” That would be nice...also, I never got to try out that double-dildo mechanical bull ride I saw in there~...
“Wait, actually, we need you to wake up sooner. C’mere.” Rivala kissed me...then she began gulping. I moaned into her mouth as she began drinking me into herself. I was being eaten by my lover~! I got a unique thrill that from what I understand only slimes experience as I was consumed. I filled my beloved’s membrane and then she solidified around me once I filled her out. I imagine she was easily twice her previous mass, meaning she must be 8-ish feet tall.
“Mrr~. I love ya, Rivala. How will this energize me sooner, though?” I asked from the back of her throat before she finished swallowing me entirely.
“Because slimes shaking while they’re not moving themselves invigorates us, silly. Now, I’ve gotta find clothes that fit over beach ball boobers you fat bitch~. You made me gain so much weight~.” Rivala joked and I swished around inside of her. “Tee-hee! Stop that! Go to sleep you sexy bitch.” Rivala groped her bust, me by extension.
Deciding to be a good girl, I let myself settle in, cradled on all sides by my lover’s firm goo. I can trust she won’t actually eat me. I also trust that I’ll end up getting woken up in a wonderful way.
I enjoyed the sensations of my slime moving without me doing it and was quickly cradled to sleep.
Mm.
Being a Belly Pet is still better...zzz...

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Ch.54
Ch.54
Jim was in the gym jogging on the treadmill while Tanya did her own routine on the elliptical, Amelia was not far off lifting weights. They had the gym to themselves due to the hour and Amelia pulling rank, though Tanya ignored her. However, Jim was concerned at the knowing, lewd glances the two women were casting towards him.
His instincts were screaming at him to flee, to seek the safety of being anywhere other than here, but this was Amelia’s ship and Tanya had the power to outpace him with ease due to her small stature combined with her flight magic. He really needed to learn magic beyond his innate changeling gifts and standard telekinesis.
Midna was being a mother hen over her eggs and Ashley was helping transport them to Paradise, which was a safer and more secure location than the corner of Amelia’s room. This meant he was down a support, but also down another lewd assaulter.
The moment he noticed the shift in their emotions towards full-on lust, he transformed into a white pegasus and flew with all haste towards the emergency stairs, the elevator would just box him in. “Where do you think you’re going, Ensign?!” Tanya cackled, right on his tail, which he’d left hairless so it was one less thing to be grabbed.
“Jim! Get back here!” Amelia demanded, but he barreled through the door and then dove straight down the stairwell’s empty central shaft. He transformed into an ancient dragon and curled up in a ball, hitting the bottom deck of the Legacy seconds later. He promptly transformed back into a pegasus and flew down the hall, making sharp turns through the grid until he reached an elevator, which opened and he froze at the sight of Amelia. “Going somewhere?”
“You’re a cheating cheater who cheats.” Jim huffed and stood in the elevator car next to his mate as she pushed the button for her quarters. “Let me guess, Tanya is already waiting?”
“I’ve vetted her, she’s no mindless lapdog. The moment she heard the word omnicide, she was on board.” Amelia’s words filled Jim with dread as always. The only logical conclusion they theorized for why the UnSC brass wants Luster Dawn was because with a Zerg, not just any Zerg, but a Zerg Queen with the gene codices of all the old gods, they could easily produce pathogens capable of killing every descendant of the gods and the gods themselves.
“Well, still. Even though she’s an adult, I just don’t feel comfortable with pleasuring someone who looks like a child.” She knew what she was doing, Jim admitted, because while woman with Tanya, Jim experienced womanly pleasures his old fuckbuddies had no clue how to tease out. He was also worried that this was why Amelia was so thirsty right now. She likely wants-.
“Jim, I know I prefer men, but I would like to try you as a mare.” Damn it. “I won’t try to force you, that’s unfair. Unless you want us to roleplay like I’m forcing you to, we haven’t done bondage since you knocked me up again.” Amelia patted his groin with a proud smile and he wing-hugged her while rolling his purple eyes.
“Tanya got you wondering what I taste like as a mare, huh?” Jim sighed and with a flash of purple flame, was Jamie once more and she pressed Amelia’s surprised face into the side of her right breast while her usually adequate workout muscle shirt creaked and stretched around her chest basketballs. “Fine then, but don’t sprout dicks with occult magic or something, I don’t want to risk getting pregnant. I might turn into a Queen if that happens.”
“Mmph!” Amelia muffled into her boob, then the door opened and Tanya yanked them into the room with her magic.
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“You could’ve become nearly anything and you turn yourself into a specialized construction Rodi?” Anno snorted in amusement as she climbed into the cockpit of the six-armed Cybertronian mobile suit named Lucatiel. With most of the outer repairs to the Infinity completed, it was decided that Luca would get a proper inspection. It was protocol for the Argentines to have all mechanical equipment, sapient or not, vetted for safety and quality.
“Yes.” Lucatiel happily chirped as she felt the white jackal slime inside of her cockpit, which Anno noted had both traditional controls as well as an MTS, which she’d examined from the Zaku Warrior. Meaning Luca could be piloted by both traditional and non-traditional means.
“Oh, it’s spacious here.” Anno stated as she scanned everything and then plopped her ass into the seat. “Oo~, cozy. You’re chair is sinfully comfortable by its design. Do you have the synchronizing dildo like Runner does?” Anno asked as she wiggled her ass into the seat to see if that would trigger it. She may be in her jumpsuit, but it was no issue.
“Uh, I don’t know. My system analysis suggests not, but that’s why you’re in there.” Lucatiel replied while she dutifully remained perfectly still in a docking berth of the Bebop’s hangar. It felt so surreal to be docking herself in a berth for an inspection. Not unpleasant, just new.
“Hm, well, nothing’s shoving up my cooch, so I guess that’s out. I’ll need to test your Mobile Trace System though, how do I-?” The standard controls pulled away and flushed against the walls on either side of the cockpit door and the seat sank into the floor while a mild tractor beam kept Anno from falling in.
“MTS activated, analyzing.” Luca droned and scanned Anno. “Subject is a slime, can your membrane resist several kilos of force?” Lucatiel was surprised at her autonomous response, but also felt oddly cool.
“Uh, I guess? It’s not like it’ll harm me if I can’t.” Anno’s words caused the cockpit to shut and she was moved to the center of the chamber. “Okay, just stand here then?” Anno watched the ring with the black nanite film descend and she grunted, struggling to remain still as it overlaid her current bodysuit. “Guh, that’s rough. I see why MTS calls for stronger people.”
“Are you okay?” Lucatiel asked her new pilot as control over her body was given to Anno. It wasn’t frightening, unsettling or anything like that. It was invigorating actually. Like a piece of her she hadn’t known she was missing was in place.
“Yeah, I’m fine, but I’m a bit bewildered as to how the MTS will allow me to control six arms at once.” Anno gingerly turned Lucatiel’s head to look at the shoulders. “I’m you right now. I’m not just controlling you from the cockpit, I am you! How does this feel?”
“Incredible, invigorating, inspiring. I think I may love you.” Lucatiel purred playfully. “I don’t know if this is just how a Cybertronian feels about their pilot or what or...I feel all awkward now.” Luca meekly said and Anno cooed.
“Careful, I’m being towed into the holy harem squealing in delight, you might end up in it too if you don’t try to keep some distance. Now, how do I get out?” At Anno’s question, Lucatiel automatically began the shutdown procedure...which unintentionally made her go to sleep.
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“Do you have more details on the sect of Corpus over Char?” Ani asked KG at the end of the official debrief in the nearest secure briefing room to the hangar the Unseen Savior was docked.
“No, but the most urgent bit is that they have dreadnoughts enroute to the planet. They are planning a hostile takeover and the UnSC already has the super-dreadnought Legacy in the system along with their own fleet inbound.” Ivara pointed out on the debrief and Ani nodded.
“That’s unfortunate, that means we’ll need to intervene sooner than is optimal. The Legacy has the current God of Virility, War and Power aboard. It seems we’ll need to perform an extraction of the Legacy somehow, if not just the VIPs.” Ani informed them and Kasumi groaned in dismay.
“We could’ve gotten him out! Fuck! That wasn’t in any of the data we had available!” The human thief/spy/assassin bemoaned at lack of intel causing them to miss out on a perfect Surprise Recruitment opportunity. Then again, if he wasn’t willing to go, she doubted they could’ve taken him without a fight or possible risk to themselves.
“That just means you’ll have to work at it on the assault.” Ani dismissed and left the room.
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“Why~?” Brennie wailed as she was towed away by a group of rask men, who were all too happy to have her in their care. What’s worse was that she didn’t try to stop them! She doesn’t know why, but here she is: at the mercy of these hornier-than-thou aliens ready to pump her full of eggs and of course this excites her.
“Ready to be smothered in dicks, big lady?” One of the Rasks asked when they stopped in a large room filled with pillows and smelling of manliness. It was a mix of musk, sweat, blood and semen in the air as they all surrounded the dracowolf, large cocks on display. One of the men marched up to her before grabbing her head and shoving her nose into his pubic area as others started rubbing their cocks on her fur.
“Mm~.” Brennie mewled as she took in deep breaths, shivering in delight at the scent while being marked as theirs.
“I’m the leader of this little group of men. I keep track of who’s fucked a broodmother or not in the recent months, with whom they fucked and who their kids are. We may not care too much on who our parents are, but diversity is a thing I’m tasked to keep. I got my job by beating and fucking everyone here into submission.” The man that was making her smell him declared, making Brennie note the hundreds of scars on his body.
“And you picked me?” Brennie questioned as the leader petted her head.
“Yes. We’re going to war, why not fuck you full of Rasks to get strong warriors?” The leader said as he lowered her muzzle to his unusual feature for a Rask: external balls. “I ate something I shouldn’t have and these popped out of me. I’ve got all three nuts on display because I accepted a treat from a horny offworlder.”
“Really?” Brennie said curiously as she nosed his ballsack curiously, picking up his scent and shuddering before kissing them. “Hm, such a strong man~. I didn’t think it was possible for your kind to possess such a masculine trait.”
“Just because we’re more feminine than most other species doesn’t mean we’re not men.” He declared before one of the many rask guys around pounced on Brennie’s presented ass and he fed his foot-long length into Brennie’s pussy.
“Hey!” Brennie growled angrily at the offender, but was silenced by the leader burying her snout in his nuts. “Hnyuh~...” Brennie licked the sack, her brain starting to turn to mush.
“Alright, this is the start of the breeding session.” The leader announced as he worked his balls and cock on her face. “It’s okay, nothing to be mad about. I can wait my turn~.”
Several men came on her fur and scales, soaking it in their seed as her first stud rammed away at her quim, gyrating in different directions and driving her crazy. “She only has one clit unlike rask babes, but she still gets off on the usual technique. However, she’s squeezing like a sex droid set to its tightest! She’s so strong, she’ll be a good broodmother for making strong offspring.” The guy assaulting her cunt groaned.
“Mm~.” Brennie felt joy at the praise, working her vaginal muscles purposefully as she lapped and sucked on the male organ in her face at the same time.
“She is a living machine, maybe her eggs will manage to give more than just traits and we’ll breed the ultimate Raskvel from her.” Another man cheered as he groped her breasts and her breeder thrusted faster. The leader chuckled as he took Brennie’s cheeks in his hands and watched her eagerly swallow his girth down her throat with her eyes closed.
“You know nobody can manage that. Rasks always hatch as pure rasks.” Another man said as he played with Brennie’s tits too. Curious at how easy it was to push their fingers into her nipples, they poked their glans at her nipples and inserted them into her breasts with ease. “Oh, gods~.” Needless to say, Brennie spasmed when they surprised her with that!
“So Cybertronian legends are true~!” They began fucking her boobs and Brennie squealed in orgasm, each of her penetrated body parts pulling on the men for their seed.
“Hnng! Incredible!” The leader panted as he intensified the speed and power he was facefucking her with. “No wonder Shekka and Hildra can’t shut up about you!” The leader crowed and Brennie fluttered hazily with giddiness that her mates boasting about her led to this. Still, she isn’t the goddess of Fertility and while this was fun, it wasn’t her way.
Brennie clenched her vagina, nipples and throat down on their cocks with as much force as she was willing to without actually harming them, making the men yelp and stop. Grabbing the leader by the balls, she pulled off of his respectable tool and looked evilly up at him. “Hey, this is fun, but it’s too rapey for my taste. I’m not some submissive bitch who will let any boy toy knock me up. Be rough, but don’t be disrespectful. At least get me on a bed.”
“Sorry, c’mon fellas, let’s get her on a bed!” The leader grunted and helped the other three pick her up and move her to the thickest mat of pillows. “Alright, she said we can be rough! Pile in! Breeding ball~!” Oo~ that sounds fun!
All the Rasks piled on her like the wave of eager reptilian march hares they were. They had her utterly covered in man meat, thrusting into any hole or crevice they could find. Even her ears! She had no clue she could get penetrated there! How the fuck can she-magic, right. Despite the oddity, Brennie writhed and bucked everywhere to provide as much pleasure to them and herself as possible.
It was a continuous orgy that even saw some of the femboys going at each other, providing Brennie a show along with having fun herself. Two days later, Brennie was laying in a puddle of cum, satisfied in a gloriously crass way. “Wow...no wonder Wiatr has huge orgies when she can’t screw her wives or husbands enough?” Brennie panted as she wiped semen from her face and licked it off of her hands.
“You’ve taken each of us numerous times and we’re all exhausted. No wonder the lads up on the Infinity told us we should pace ourselves if we go after one of you. I think a few of us have actually blown a blood vessel in our groins.” The scarred leader groaned from where he was still buried to the hilt in her contented cunt. She had to pull her swollen boobs apart to see him.
“Mm~, can I reward you?” Brennie questioned with a hum as she casually flexed her vagina around his penis and he groaned at the likely soreness. She doesn’t get sore, heh~.
“You’ve rewarded me plenty. Just bear us a hardy generation of rasks to weather the hard times ahead and I can die happy.” He said as he feebly tried to pull out of her, but she held him in.
“I can feel our eggs~.” Brennie giggled before fondling her breasts. They got her tits pregnant. How the fuck? Not even her wives managed that, but then again they’re slimes and their whole bodies besides their boobs turn into a womb naturally. This was the first time she got so much cum in her boobs and didn’t have it altered in some way. Maybe it’s part of her Aspect. This has to be somebody’s kink. It didn’t bug her-right, can’t be ashamed of any kink. Sigh.
“In your breasts? You Cybertronians are full of surprises.” The leader said before he kneaded her heaving hooters. “How will they handle so many eggs? How did they even form?”
“Meh, my wife’s the Goddess of Fertility and I’m full of tricks. Now, I’m afraid Shekka and Hildra are Best Rasks for me, so this may be a one-time thing...unless~.” Brennie’s optics shimmered a carnal red tinged pink. “I think I may be able to squeeze you in on occasion if you help organize these twitchy little cuties. Shekka and Hildra don’t have the patience for that and they’re busy with all the tech being thrown at them. We have Vonee for the Gabs…”
“We’re not a matriarchal society, I’m sure I can get enough like-minded boys together to set something up.” He answered and moaned into the cleavage of Brennie’s yoga-ball sized pregnant breasts when her cunt began milking him again.
“Good boy~.” Brennie cooed while groping her new fecund boobs with fascination and pleasure.
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Butterfly in the sky~. I can fly twice as-. “Snrkt! I’m up! I’m up! What’d I miss?” I asked, then realized I was red and blue and sleeping between Luster and Khorgan in bed. Oh, right, I went to sleep inside of Rivala. I’m still in her membrane.
I carefully slithered up her ‘throat’ and comically stretched her head open to wiggle my massive mams and thicc booty and hips out of my lover’s jaws to step over them with liquid grace to the floor and then go to the bathroom to start my day, whatever time it is. I’ve slept enough.
I was thus unprepared when I turned on the light and saw myself in the mirror. Ugh...now I’m all super-goddess like when I was fused…*sigh*….

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Ch.55
“Bow before me, puny mortals! Fer I am Silva! The hottest hound in all the universe!” I imperiously demanded of everyone at the breakfast table, pulling a ‘Boa Hancock’ bending so far back to look down at them I was looking the other way. Considering I had three snouts right now and have three arms on each side to enhance it and the twelve wings to keep me upright with ease, I believe I have achieved ultimate Pirate Queen status!
“I’m~! (https://youtu.be/vY-ooP0wJTM) Gonna put my hooves up high~! (https://youtu.be/RynAlt24FhU)” Luster suddenly sang and I looked at her in confusion. “Sorry, DJ Silva Hound and The Living Tombstone were really big in my time.”
“...Oh! Silva, the hottest Hound. Heh, I like it, but naw, I’m still just Jane Silver.” I morphed back to my normal. It’s so weird having multiple base forms. I feel more powerful in my ‘goddess mode’ too, not just because of all the extra limbs. The fact it has traits from my six future betrotheds and my ancestor Cocoa also makes it feel special to me.
Speaking of which, here comes Brennie wearing alluring tribal attire like what Krystal wore when she first met Fox McCloud with a retinue of rask boys following her like she was their goddess, which I found amusing. The silvery rings I had put all over her made her look like some dracowolf alt-universe version of Krystal in fact. “Well, I come in like I’m some tribal goddess and you’re all dolled-up like a pirate from Shantae: Half-Genie Hero.”
I was, in fact, wearing pocketed tight tan shorts with brown pleather boots, a red half-T with a skull and crossbones over my left boob and a matching bandana. I had been feeling rather silly after getting over the grumpiness of my new extra form and paid the clothing fabricator a visit. “I am not familiar with that series, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” I smirked and cocked a hip.
“One of the main characters is a scantily clad busty zombie named Rotty Tops.” Vinnie chimed in and I snorted.
“I love this series already, show me it later.” I then looked over at the new additions as Brennie sat down with her obvious servants doting on her. “So, who is the new dragon, the lioness, as well as these two...androids?” I asked in bemusement. I have no clue exactly how much time passed after that ritual went SNAFU. I’m sure all sorts of things have happened.
“I’m Ivara Prime, worn by Kasumi Goto, the droid on our shoulder is our husband: KG-G2. The dragon is a gentledrake named Bask and the lioness is the last surviving Ancient Goddess from Equus’ first Age of Fire: Quedia, daughter of Izalith. Or rather, daughter of Luster Dawn now.” I snapped my head between the black lioness and Luster so hard my head splashed off of my neck to the floor and I had to regrow it while the discarded slime flowed back to my paws.
“Soul-daughter. If you bothered delving a bit, you’d see. I knew it the moment we neared.” Luster declared as she hovered behind the lioness and nuzzled her scalp. I hesitantly extended my odd senses into their beings and witnessed that they shared the Fire of Life in their souls. This lioness is indeed kin to my mate and I smiled that we may already have adopted her.
Ed and Aurora are everyone’s kids, not just mine. It’ll feel good to call someone my daughter. “Welcome to the family, girl. I’m gonna marry yer mum, so I hope that isn’t awkward or anything.” My gosh, this era must be so alien to her. She’s from when Equus’s creation myth began and we’re far, far away from Equus.
“I will...adjust. I must adapt to this new reality, I do not have the right to attempt to force it to my archaic sensibilities.” Quedia said as she casually pushed the other alien android away by the face as the red, pink and blue android tried to grope her.
“That’s very mature and intelligent of you.” Edward, the hulking cybertronian white wolf and not the pre-teen asari, said before he waved his hand and the air around the young Edward and Aurora shimmered as they ate. “Now then, speaking of maturity, Brennie, did you seriously just have sex for two straight days and turn the orgy participants into your servants?”
“Yep.” Brennie popped the P cheekily while two rask boys fanned her with fake palm leaves they got from somewhere and a third stood on a stool to fork-feed her breakfast. “I’m going to let myself go on a Wiatr-style power trip for a bit. I was always, quietly, envious of her sensual dominance and how she could turn any affair into a pleasurable scenario.”
“I thought that annoyed you.” Visilia commented from where she was, quite obviously, enjoying the sight of her wife being so sexually empowered that just sitting there, she exuded sensuality to everyone who wasn’t a child. Ed and Aurora probably just thought she looked pretty.
“For a time, I was afraid of her uncontrollable capability, but then I started to admire the endearing qualities of her powerful allure. Like how she could take my anger and shove it so hard into her-uh, yeah.” Brennie panted and waved for the fan boys to fan harder as fuck-me pheromones practically billowed off of my future waifu. “I miss her…” This caused the wedded Argentines to join her in becoming melancholic.
“Woof, I’m seriously concerned fer my mental stability if I ever get to meet her. Urta and Penny were whelming enough.” I said as I sat next to Vinnie, since she was the only one with a seat free for me. Just being close to her felt right, so I’m going to try to stick closer to Vinnie.
“Did you just use whelm properly without going over or under?” Rico asked in bafflement while Jet, some handsome scarred wolf that looked kinda like Brennie, along with Atano chatted quietly with Ivara Prime and their company. They didn’t want to broadcast it, so I wasn’t going to pry. I respect the privacy of others when it’s not crucial.
“Yeh, I was just whelmed?” I shrugged and reached into my cleavage for my fruity flask with a lick of my lips. Jimbo, your cum is just too good.
“My gosh, somebody call Young Justice Robin. Jane would be the perfect best friend for him.” Kevin laughed and caused the rest of his family to laugh.
“What the absolute fuck are ya on about?” I huffed before I began chugging the fruity goodness. I wish it still pleased Jimbo like he told me it first did. Hm, maybe if I extend my tongue into-.
“Wait, you were Displaced, right? How do you not know about Young Justice? Shantae is a bit of a niche thing, but this is DC we’re talking about.” Brennie demanded imperiously as if I said something offensive.
“Oh, that’s why, I’m a Marvel fangirl.” I was promptly treated to a group of horrified expressions and dramatic gasps. “What? DC is okay, but Marvel has a more fleshed-out universe and-.”
“Permission to educate!” Vinnie urgently shouted as she wrapped my head into a hug against her boobs!
“Granted! Save her misguided soul!” Rico shouted and I was suddenly not in the Bebop’s galley, instead sitting in a cluttered room with an entertainment center.
“Uh...Vinnie? Anyone?” I looked around and then the holo lit up with Vinnie wearing a Jigsaw style mask. “Seriously, Saw? C’mon, what’s goin’ on, luv?”
“Sit down.” Vinnie’s voice demanded with crappy voice alteration. “You will now pay witness to the glory of DC. Marvel is fine, but to dismiss DC is a crime.”
“All DC has fer frontliners in popularity are Superman and Batman and their names aren’t even properly hyphenated like Spider-Man or spaced like Iron Man.” I deadpanned bluntly.
“HERESY MOST FOUL!” Ugh...I love her, really, but this is so silly…
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Heya handsome~.” Swerta purred when she approached Edward from behind and hugged him. “Where’s Jane? I thought she was here.” The liquid black wolfess asked as her pink ‘clothes’ visibly lifted her bust enticingly when she backed away slightly.
“She was, but Vinnie nabbed her to educate her.” The white wolf answered with a snort as the godkin slime rounded him and straddled his lap. “Really? Are you sure you’re good for another round? Last time you fell asleep for days.” Edward asked as he petted her head. He was thankful they were in his quarters so there was some privacy. With Marcus here, he and the others didn’t have much micromanaging to do.
“Mm~, best night ever. Well, the best night ever so far. I’m kinda miffed that your wife ensured we weren’t pregnant, though.” Swerta pouted up at the much larger lupine. “Something about us being in it for the sex, not for the people involved. I’ll be honest, that may be true. I’d like to see if we could go further, but Faye holds a torch for Spike and he is handsome.”
“Fair enough, but what do you want?” Edward questioned as he rubbed her cheek with a thumb.
“I want Faye-Faye to be happy, but neither of us know how to be happy. Being intimate with you is the closest we’ve gotten, but that’s just a fleeting moment. Faye and I, neither of us have ever found someone we felt safe with.” Swerta pressed her brow into Edward’s sternum. “You do, though, but the fact it’s more of a platonic thing, it stings, y’know?”
“Hm, yes. I understand.” Edward sighed with a solemn nod. “I won’t force you into something you’re not willing to be committed to.”
“Oh no, trust me, I’d be willing to try if your wife didn’t convince me otherwise. Besides, I don’t know if Faye-Faye would be happy. I want to try and help her with wooing Spike, but that grizzled space cowboy is so stuck in the past that I don’t know if he can be what Faye needs.” Swerta chuffed and wrapped her arms around Edward’s waist. “It’s like hugging a tree, dude.”
“It’ll take some time before he finally comes around, I just hope we can all settle down and be at peace for a long time.” Edward rubbed her back and the wolfess mewled and wagged her tail in appreciation of the physical attention.
“Me too. All I knew was conflict, all Faye knew was struggle. It’d be so nice to just settle down, have a quiet life.” Swerta sighed and nuzzled his chest. After a while, Swerta’s snoozing alerted Edward to the slime’s slumber and he gently levitated her to his bed.
“Hey, are you awake, Faye?” Edward whispered quietly in case she wasn’t, also, not to wake the tar-like black slime.
“Mn, yea?” Faye mumbled from the pink ‘clothes’ and even formed an eye on Swerta’s left boob to look at him.
“If you want, I can call Mi Amore Cadenza. If anyone can help with relationship problems, it’s the Goddess of Love, after all.” Edward offered and Faye had her face, beak included, form on the wolfess’s boob.
“You just used her name to refer to her as My Love Cadence. That’s cute.” Faye cooed.
“Well, I’d rather not bother our Cadence from Devorak, but considering the native one is trapped, if a call isn’t enough, I can request my other wife Cadence to come over.” Edward continued and the hippogriff slime blinked.
“Wait...right. Cadenza and Cadence did that to help clear up confusion...still confusing.” Faye’s comment was true, but Edward and the others have known them like that so long, eh.
“There’s more to it, but that’s a personal thing between them, so don’t ask either one. It’s still a sensitive subject.” Edward warned her, because it was. The two alicorns duked it out in a battle of matchmaking to prove who deserved the preferred name. Cadence won by only one couple and Cadenza never truly forgave her for it. Well, besides totally forgiving her for it because they Love each other. Still, nobody speaks of the Year of Weddings besides historians.
“Okay, if they can help me land that space cowboy, I’ll gladly take the offer for a chat. Just...not right now. Swerta hasn’t slept this quickly since you fucked her to sleep.” Faye then morphed back into just being clothes and Edward went to the bathroom to see if he could get the ball rolling on what both of the pink alicorns would declare a ‘romance emergency’.
Now he remembered why Bryan never goes to those two. In his words, “It was a stupid fucking year wasted on romantic bullshit and I hated it. It was like watching Hitch: Infinity.”
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This was so damn awkward. “I call them Zachni!” Luster Dawn gushed at Marcus as she wiggled way too much in happiness, sending her leg tendrils quivering along with other things. Fucking damn it, why won’t she wear normal clothes?! Why does she insist on wearing skin-tight shorts and tops or a micro bikini that expose her stomach or most of her boobs?!
Guh~! Squicky~! He knew her as a filly, eugh! “Th-that’s great, Lusty.” No~! Even her nickname feels too lewd! It’s literally a perverted word! It didn’t help that she tended to hover with her pelvis at eye level with whoever is the tallest around. “Though, why are they pink?” The female insect humanoids, ten in all, were a bright neon pink and white.
“Because aside from being used as beacons to broadcast my control to my swarm, they’re essentially Rachni post-Collector hybridization. I need to make sure they’re visibly distinct from the whites, purples and blues of their template. I’d do the same for the Zorks and Zasks, but those two cover the pigments I can use without screwing with stability.” Luster pouted, crossing her arms under her huge perfect boobs-stop doing that!
“I, uh, see.” God-fucking-dammit! Why did the filly he knew so long ago have to grow up to be a sexy goddess in her own right?! “Color coordination helps differentiate themselves from one another and what roles they play.”
“Which is why the Zachni are pink, like me. They’re my admins. The Zasks are orange because they’re the engineers and the Zorks are green because it’s the traditional color of ground-pounders and ass-kickers.” Luster nodded at her declaration and then squealed happily as she squirmed-guh stop doing things that make your assets jiggle! “I can control my drones anywhere in the system with so many Zachni active! I’ve gotta make more for deployment!”
“That’s great.” Marcus gulped as he awkwardly fixed his collar. Why did she pick him for an opinion? The others would have sufficed! He wasn’t sure if he could hold out!
“Now, I still need a few Units for more aerial tactics.” Luster contemplated while leaning her head up and thrusting her chest out further.
“Uh-huh.” Marcus nodded his head before he felt one of her tentacles caressing his face, making him freeze up a bit. Was she doing this on purpose? “Um, do you need something?”
“Hm?” Luster hummed in question as she took a datapad from a shelf behind the wolf.
“Well, uh...nevermind. Do you have an idea on what sort of air-based Zerg you wanted?” Marcus questioned as he tried to ignore the leg-tentacle still feeling his face.
“Well, it makes sense to just use a pre-existing flight-capable species. Any suggestions?” Luster asked before she hovered behind him and ‘sat’ on his broad shoulders with her leg-tendrils wrapping around his torso to keep her upright. “Remember when you gave me pony-back rides? I thought you were my cousin, so I begged you to play with me.”
“Yeah, I remember. Gods, I’m an old man.” Marcus grumbled as he tried not to lay hands on any of the six leg-tendrils keeping Luster upright.
“Age for the ageless is subjective. I’m still only 19 by my mental age, but I’m thousands of years old by chronological means. Anyway, since you’re the greatest warrior and tactician of the Argentines outside of Brennie, what flying species would you suggest I make a legion of Zerg fodder based off of?” Luster questioned with one hand on Marcus’s scalp as she scrolled with the other one.
“Either a Dragon or a Griffin, at least for firepower. Pegasus or Thestral for speed attacks because of how light they are, but are kinda weak when it comes to taking hits and keep moving.” Marcus replied as he named off the flying species he knew of.
“Hm, the fire-breathing aspect of dragons is inherently magical and I cannot replicate that. Griffins are a good choice, but pegasi are faster. Wait, those are all Equusian species. Oh my gosh. I never considered it before, but besides the Geonosians and Toydarians, every flying sapient species is from Equus! I don’t count angels and maykrs, they’re from Heaven.” Luster bent forward, burying Marcus’s head in a boobhat. “Quickly, Markus! To the nearest archive!”
Marcus snorted and carried her to their destination while thankful for his Inventory giving his wholly-deserved boner a place to hide.
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Katto had the strangest urge to go to Tarkus to try and sell this damn beast of a Harvester those Krogans sold him. The Toydarian grunted as he looked at the partially intelligent beast. The narrative of Tuchanka was one of the few big bugs to start delepoting brains larger than peas. It was actually trying to use a wrench it grabbed to try and get the door to it’s cage open. Katto turned to his Droid assistant as he set course for the planet. “Droid! Watch the beast better and get that tool out of its hands. I don’t want another Abe situation. I’m moving to Tarkus on this Rail as fast as possible for 2 hours at most, Hahahahaha!”
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“Hey, Jet, another one of those Railjacks is heading towards us at top speed.” A Rask who was helping Jet set up the old control tower of their hanger said when he saw the radar.
“Okay, why-oh fuck.” Jet paled at seeing the name of the ship. Nortrien Thorn, the ship of Katto: the Suicidal Merchant. “Shit, Spike, Jane, anyone with a gun! We have a crazy man rushing towards us, be ready to shoot anything on his ship that is hostile. I’ll find a way to pay whatever fee he cooks up!”
Once the order went out, every soldier with a gun set up a firing line and aimed at the incoming ship as it landed, which was not an elegant or proper landing. It skidded along the smoothed-down scrap around the base, causing sparks to fly until it came to a halt.
“Katto is here to sell!” The mad merchant announced over loudspeakers as the side of his ship unfolded into an impromptu bazaar complete with droid hawkers shouting out what they were selling.
“What the fuck is going-hey! Is that Katto?! Let me call Uncle Chan!” Jane said over the general comms before anyone could tell her otherwise. Shortly, a second ship appeared in midair as if from a mirage and it gently settled down a bit away from Katto’s ship.
“Hatcha~! Katto, you hack! I will outsell you again!” Uncle shouted over the loudspeaker.
“What is going-?!” Jet flinched when the comms erupted in activity, reporting dozens of merchant ships warping in. “Oh no...it’s the Bonanza Bazaar! Everyone, hide! Our credits won’t survive the good bargains!”
Jet and all the natives fled, but the Argentines just bewilderedly tried to bring order.
A tenth of their credits were spent within an hour on local food and other wares...they didn’t regret it in the slightest.

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Ch.56
“What is that?” Visilia asked Brennie who wore her new unusual hat with smugness that was amusing and ridiculous. It was like someone took a bucket hat and bred it with a hat-shaped fish. It was very red and matched Brennie’s fur well, but still looked like she was wearing a hat-fish...thing. “It’s odd enough to distract me from your pregnant boobs.”
“I was waiting for you to comment on that, but yeah, this stupid hat has it’s own climate control! Watch!” Brennie poked a part of the brim rapidly and she shivered with a manic grin as the air around her got cold enough to form frost on her fur. “S-s-see! Neat!”
“That’s great, now warm up before you turn yourself into a popsicle.” Visilia giggled at her wife’s bizarre fascination, though even she was curious as to what else these merchants had in stock. Besides the delicious food they provide, they had almost anything on offer besides advanced weaponry. Even the locals from Novahome suddenly swarmed the fields around the base for the ‘Bonanza Bazaar’.
“Visi, I think we should leave. I spent all of my spending money already.” Kevin warily said to his alicorn wife and she turned to see him wearing a full suit of admittedly good looking hybrid Feudal Japan/Wild West clothing that suited his original style perfectly.
“You idiot, who else spent all their damn money?” Visi growled with a look around.
“Quite a few.” Edward answered as approached with some food and drinks in his gravity. “I had to stem the tide of our people before they spent too much. I’m sure Wiatr would be having a field day if she were here.” The Argentines nodded in agreement. “Still, this seems to have mellowed our forces out of their armor.”
“That’s good.” Brennie snorted with a lewd eye tracing over her people in the crowd. “Hot damn, I’ve been such a tight-ass I forgot how sexy our people are.” Brennie turned off the hat and then stuffed it into her cleavage, still on full display with her Krystal Fox style tribal outfit.
“Ookay...getting the Sex Aspect really mellowed you out.” Rico commented when he neared, wearing a sombrero and poncho while sipping an enormous drink that may or may-not be some alien variant of a margarita. “I am in awe of how many cultures have both survived and evolved over time. When I saw the sombreros, I was practically foaming at the mouth.”
“Oh no, we should head back. Where’s Vinnie?” Visilia asked worriedly before the said gal’s manic laughter echoed from somewhere in the mass of people and shops. “Wait, hold on, Jane kicked this event off by calling Uncle Chan, then does that mean Vinnie finished-?”
“I! Am! Batman!” A convincing Kevin Conroy impersonation from behind them made them jump and turn to see Jane wearing a Batman costume that was more like a Batwoman costume with excessive cleavage and everything. “Had to do that. Now, to be honest, I hold to my beliefs that Superman and Batman are overdone, the Flash and Static Shock are the best DC heroes.”
“...Fair enough.” Brennie responded while ogling Jane in her sexy bat-themed costume.
“Let's go find the others.” Visilia groaned as she rubbed her temples. If Wiatr was here, she’d have grabbed all of their metaphorical purses by the metaphorical drawstrings. However, Jane was gone the instant they turned their backs. “Okay...that is spooky and cool.”
“She is like Batman!” Hunter declared excitedly and the others began nerding out.
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“What is that?” Luster gasped when she saw the cage holding a very large insectoid in her hatchery after I’d led her to it with my hands over her eyes.
“It’s a Harvester!” I said as I rested my chin on her left shoulder while wrapping my arms around her slim waist. “I sensed through the Force that ya were looking fer an aerial unit to Zerg-ify, so I thought this big bastard would suit the role. The Reapers converted them into dropships and attack craft I hear, so imagine what yer sexy brain could do.”
“So my brain is sexy?” Luster giggled as she pressed against me and turned her head to smooch my nose. “Thank you, Jane. This is actually the best idea put forward since I realized we’d need an Equusian species to fill that role and I felt a bit creatively stifled upon realizing I had such limited options. Thanks to you bringing this handsome boy here, I’ll be able to work.”
At being called handsome, the giant draconic insect bashfully turned his head away. “Oh, right, Katto informed me that since back then, Harvesters have developed higher brain functions, so he can likely understand the context of what we’re saying if not exactly what’s being said.”
“Oo~! Even better! Having a good brain to work off of, it’ll be easy to make my new Zarvs able to comprehend orders. I may even be able to make him speak! I’d drag you to bed for thank-you sex, but I’ve gotta get to work right away!” Luster smooched me and then eagerly pushed my naked self towards the door and slammed it shut with gleeful giggles.
“Damn do I feel good about myself, even if I had to spend most of my credits for that thing.” I sighed and put my hands on my wide pup-bearing hips with my tail wagging in content.
“Why are you naked?” Marcus demanded curiously as he approached me in the hall.
“Because the Creep in Luster’s Hatchery devours clothes through a gas-based-ugh, it dissolves clothes on contact with the air near Creep. I stripped naked before leading Luster to her surprise. I could instead ask what yer doing down here in the bowels of the Bebop and not anywhere ya frequent.” I replied as I turned and looked up at the handsome scarred foxhound.
“I was going to visit Luster, but if that room destroys clothes, then I’ll speak to her later.” Marcus turned to leave, but I fluidly zipped around him to stand in his way with my hands still on my hips.
“Well, as Luster’s mate, ya can just tell me what it is ya need to speak to her about and I’ll relay it as soon as she’s done going all mad-scientist.” I leaned aside when a nude Zelma sprinted down the hall and ducked between Marcus and the wall to enter her Queen’s Hatchery. Luster likely summoned her for her Librarian duties.
“About battle strategies for her forces.” Marcus explained and I nodded before turning to lead him up from the bowels of the ship.
“Sure thing, lay them on me.” I replied as I pondered what cosplay to surprise my mates with.
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“Hm~.” Brennie hummed in content as she laid back in her new sinfully comfy chair, which her studly femboy rasks constructed from what they bought from the Bazaar. She felt guilty that they would do this for her and had nothing to show her gratitude to them beyond the obvious, but seeing her happy was all they wanted as they showed her the features the chair had.
One of the rasks kissed her paws as another brought her some food to provide sustenance to their goddess who was so graciously bearing their eggs. Even if they understood she may be giving them to her wife later since she was the Goddess of Fertility.
“Do you wish for your clothes to be removed?” The one who was feeding her asked. The rest perked up and grinned in anticipation as Brennie blushed with a smile. Nodding, the males quickly and carefully undressed her.
One climbed her chair to sit on her head as he undid her bikini first, while another wiggled between her legs to get her loincloth off. The scent of the one on her head filled her nose. Once she was naked, Brennie let her pregnancy progress show, her breasts and belly inflated with all of the eggs she’s carrying, forcing the room to increase dimensions to avoid her squishing into the walls or ceiling. “Mm, much better~.”
A few of her servants climbed atop her and began rubbing oils into her synthetic fur and scales, making her body shine and warm her wonderfully along with imbuing an exotic scent. “I thought I felt you getting all fecund and lewd in here.” Brennie smiled and looked up at Visi, who was laying atop her wife’s belly and rubbing the sides of the dracowolf’s equally gigantic ten-foot tits. “It’s like homing in on Wiatr, just follow the sexiness.”
“Are you here to steal my fun?” Brennie asked expectantly, only for Visi to lick her lips and began rubbing the edge of her wife’s massive black areolae, causing Brennie to coo. “Oo~. What are you going to do to me then~?” Brennie wiggled her ass from where she was perched atop her egg-filled stomach and wasn’t disappointed when a rask began eating her pussy.
“I’m going to have fun with you~. As much as I want to take these little ones off your shoulders, the leader of these cute little studs convinced me not to. Besides, these should be Shekka and Hildra’s eggs, you naughty goddess.” Visilia stuck out her tongue playfully and Brennie mewled as her nipples and the pores on her areola began seeping thick cream instead of thin milk.
“But my studly servants chose me to bear them strong children~.” The dracowolf protested, earning her a lot of kisses across her body from the rasks as Visilia hummed.
“Then these cutie booties chose well, but they should’ve waited. Until Hildra’s eggs hatch next month, we won’t know if Luster’s gene therapy will cure the Raskvel ADHD and learning disabilities. It’s bad enough I have so many eggs waiting in me for the treatment, now you’ve got all of these eggs too~.” Visilia got in front of Brennie’s left nipple and the cyber dracowolfess howled in ecstasy when her wife began fisting her nipple~! “You lewd, filthy sex goddess~.”
“Oh my gosh~! Y-you’re fisting my nipple~!” Brennie wailed in orgasm, because it was one thing to get fucked in the nips, it was another to get fisted while this gloriously engorged with eggs.
“Hm, I wonder~.” Visilia then poured her metallic slime body into Brennie’s breast, causing it to expand and the Sex Goddess screamed in pleasure before her wife began driving her crazy. The way her wife sloshed and moved around in her boob, making the eggs in her breast dance. No wonder they drove Jane absolutely mad~!
“Heya Puddin~!”
“Gah!” Brennie’s pleasure was interrupted by Jane, looking like a wolf Harley Quinn, popping out from her cleavage with a manic face-splitting smile.
“Ya look a little tense, sugah! Maybe ya need a bit of rest!” Jane reached into her sexy costume’s cleavage to produce a Horny Hammer wooden mallet and she bonked Brennie on the head before she could protest! Her brain turned to lusty mush as she came, came, came!
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Quedia purred from her chest with her tail swishing with her hips in contentment when she finished her adventure through the Bonanza Bazaar, having made investments in some shops, got some clothes and a staff for her magic. The tower of goods she bought was being carried by Jester and Bask as they journeyed back towards the Bebop, which was the de-facto housing ship of this faction she’d wound up in upon meeting her reborn mother.
“Quedia, the clothing fabricator aboard the Bebop could’ve made something similar.” Bask reasonably protested, since he was the pack mule carrying her clothes. Jester was of sterner stuff, so she was saddled, sort-of literally, with the precarious pile of trinkets and other magical wares. Uncle Chan was quite the discerning mage to have such a selection.
“Yes, things similar, yet not quite like these. At least, until we feed them to it so it saves the designs.” Quedia said with a devious smile. Nobody mentioned that the Bebop had what was considered a Relic, since such advanced on-the-spot fabricators had been lost with the Fall. Her mother was quite the genius to simply make one and think it wasn’t a big issue. She may be new to this era, but Quedia was intelligent and knew how to use a situation to her advantage.
“Oh, you clever girl. You might be able to open a clothing shop out of the Bebop with this many designs.” Bask observed, because he was smart too and that was part of what drew her to him, besides his good looks and kind heart.
Jester wiggled in delight at the idea as she summoned an unstable copy of herself and opened the door for the three of them. The news on the TV was talking about a skirmish between Corpus and UnSC. Quedia had to wonder why it took them so long. It’s been weeks since the situation began.
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“Sorry fer popping out like that. I sensed the opportunity to fuck with yer sire and couldn’t resist.” I told Marcus, who was sitting at the desk of a room we’d chosen for talking about the strategies of deploying the Zerg drones in place of the usual foot soldiers.
“Although I don’t appreciate the fact you’re getting petty vengeance on them at all, I can appreciate that it’s at least harmless. What I don’t get is why you insist on being naked.” Marcus commented as I sat down on the bed opposite the desk.
“Because I’ve recently stopped giving a shit about my modesty, also because it means I can respond quicker to a cosplay comeuppance. Also, I know yer fighting against yer instincts, yer a good lad and a gentleman besides. I don’t have to worry about anything untoward coming from ya. I wouldn’t mind, but that’s more because my sense of self is changing as we speak.” I admitted to the big buff battle-hardened veteran with a shrug.
“Well, if it makes you feel better: my family can be petty when it counts.” Marcus snorted when he said that, meaning their adventures from before were more than fighting battles and winning wars. “And I’m pretty sure they’re gonna stop giving a damn about clothes, as well. Somewhere in the near future. Probably on one of fama’s secret Paradise Worlds.”
“Not very secret. I knew that shortly after she opened up to me. What I’m worried about is that she’s essentially started to give up on being male at all aside from having the proper genitals. She’s decided she’s happier this way and I won’t protest what her Soul says. I just...it’s so weird. Knowing someone so deeply, I feel like I’m being a creep when I can’t control that.” I laid on my side, scratching my abs while I tried not to know Marcus beyond the surface.
“Don’t worry, she’ll bounce back. Dad always does.” He assured me, but I wasn’t convinced by his faith in his sire.
“I don’t know...she feels so sure this time.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “A constant in reality besides the most twisted ones, is Change. She’s embracing this wholeheartedly. I mean, she’s being worshiped by a cabal of femboy shorties as yer mum swishes around in her left breast, which is pregnant in case ya weren’t aware. Sorry if hearing about it squicks ya out.”
“Eh, you get used to it when your parents are Displaced horndogs. Weirdness and crazy shit comes with the package. I understand what you’re saying and I won’t lie to you about the Change my father is going through right now, but I can’t help believing in him to come back around when it’s necessary. Sure, I can see why he likes being a woman more often-.”
“Giant, fucking, tits. A sopping puss that is way more sensitive than a penis. Whole, fucking, body is an erogenous zone when treated properly. Trust me, as a former guy: having just one and a half major erogenous zones sucks when the other option is butt-stuff when yer not into butt-stuff. I’m still not, really, but when it happens, at least this time it’s in the heat of passion.” I huffed with a cup of my boobs. “I was worried before, now? I welcome it. At least as a slime I have the choice now, unlike before.”
“Yeah, you make a compelling point, but that won’t stop me from believing. I hope you know that.” My goodness, this man’s faith in his old man knows no bounds.
“I just bet ya haven’t-ya haven’t. Wow. Yew’ve never tasted the other side. That's good on ya, lad. I mean, I expected, considering the tales of the Empire and all, but ya really are so fueled by testosterone that ya know what ya like. Fistbump!” I reached out towards him for a bump, to which he smiled and returned the gesture in kind.
“I may be curious, but I’ve seen how wild a woman can be in bed. Especially when there’s more than one. I’m the one giving it to them and trying to keep my head.” Marcus admitted and I chuckled guiltily. I too have become insatiable since my gender swap, but I don’t know if that’s because of my ancestry or what.
“Well, just know that ya can ask my mate Rivala if you want a trip on the feminine side. Anyway, back to-.” I went ramrod stiff and my vision was overcome with death, violence and a vision of Jimbo with blood in his eyes roaring in defiance-!
“...Jane! Jane! Jane!” I gasped when Marcus shook me violently, my metallic membrane almost tearing and splashing me to the bed. “Jane, you began spasming like you were having a seizure! What happened?!”
“Jimbo. I need to get to Jimbo! I can’t wait for us to build anything up, I need to save him!” I swished around Marcus and sprinted toward the door, but he grabbed me by the tail and I yelped at the sensation not being entirely unpleasant.
“We’ll take my father’s Super Dreadnought!” Marcus said before he teleported us to the Dreadnought, the Vengeful Retributor.
“But my mobile suit! The Zaku Warrior is still on the Bebop!” I fretted and he put his hands on my shoulders.
“Don’t worry, Eris probably moved it on board.” Marcus assured me before looking at the Admiral. “Set a course for Char, emergency rapid-response! Now!” The Admiral nodded before hitting a red button, horns were blaring loudly as everyone scrambled around the bridge.
“Oh~. If Vinnie was here, she could get us there faster than I could blink.” I bemoaned as I shifted on my paws. Hurrying up to wait is always a bitch, no matter who you are. “I wish she wasn’t so busy with her purchases from the bazaar. Why did I have to call Uncle Chan and start the Bonanza?” I mewled and watched the professional navy get in order.
“Coordinates locked, all personnel accounted for and battle-ready, shields up and guns primed! We’re ready!” The Admiral reported.
“Punch it!” Marcus ordered as he wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt my face heat up. Shortly, the viewport of the cockpit became a field of stars as it darkened to prevent seeing FTL with bare eyes, which for most species would render them blind or insane. As for me, being a slime, I find it pretty and wish other species could so casually view it. “Sorry for holding you, sometimes an emergency jump can get rough.”
“No, please, don’t stop on my account.” I snorted and fluttered my eyes up at him. “I may have originally been male, but gosh damn does being a woman have all sorts of wonderful hormones go around when some big, strong man has his arms around me.” I’m sure some feminists would decry me, call me a misogynist, but I believe my mama said it best: we’re all still cave-people trying to be cultured and pretend our base instincts don’t exist.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Marcus chuckled as he held me close to him while we flew through space at Faster Than Light speeds.
“Sir, if you’re going to have a naked lady in your arms, please vacate the bridge to avoid distractions. We’ll have a few days by our perception of travel before we arrive.” The helmsman, who was some breed of demon, I don’t know the specifics, reported and Marcus hoisted me over his shoulder, making me coo and wag my tail.
“Good, I need to help this lady relax.” Marcus squeezed my ass and I bit my lip in anticipation.

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Ch.57
Ch.57
It was sudden. It was unexpected. Damned megacorporations and their bureaucracy and bullshit! If they hadn’t been lulled into such a protracted ceasefire, the sudden bombardment from the Corpus fleet that arrived in the system without warning wouldn’t have been so jarring! Jim had to admit, though, it was a stroke of genius on the Corpus’s part. Keep the enemy bogged down in procedure, then hope the hammer coming down broke them.
Thankfully, despite the ambush, Amelia had thought ahead and kept the Legacy on the far reaches of the Char system away from the Corpus flotilla in orbit around the red and black mineral marvel. This meant that while the reinforcing fleet, only half the size of the occupying forces, was attempting to break down a mountain with a sledgehammer while the actual digging machine was metaphorically days away.
Too bad there’s a landslide.
“On your left!” Tanya barked as her custom Landman Rodi (https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/UGY-R41_Landman_Rodi): Night Claw fired its rail rifle. The little minx was chanting prayers over the comms and her MS shifted from glowing red to yellow. Jim felt empowered whenever she chanted to Urta and Penny. With Tanya as his wing commander, Jim was able to rapidly respond to enemy mobile suit and fighter support.
That is to say, he was able to annihilate them. Jim was immensely thankful to Commander Arrow and Ashley for training him into a martial artist able to control and contort the Strike Sword in ways that no modern mobile suit could hope to match without a master pilot at the controls. He flew through enemy formations, his sword sweeping through the Shigen suits.
Still, despite their hard shutdown of the ambush, the main force would be along soon and the Legacy has only downed the smaller ships of the ambush, the battlecruisers are still in the action as well as most of the frigates. Jim had the feeling help was on the way, but he hoped it would arrive sooner rather than later. His enhanced changeling empathy could sense something else bad was coming from the anticipation wafting from the main enemy group.
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Learning that the Argentines have temporal drives causing their space travel to be nearly instantaneous from the outside, but having the drawback of having the actual travel time the same within the ship, helped me calm down in a big way. “Ahn~!” Also Marcus’s dick! Especially Marcus’s dick~! “F-fuck~!” I howled and came from his cock throbbing within me after I’d driven myself upon it with aplomb. “Y-ya still haven’t orgasmed!” I panted angrily, feeling impotent.
I may not have been born a woman, but fucking damn it, I thought I was good at providing pleasure! My mates never had this much trouble getting off! I tried to move, but Marcus gently patted my ass and shook his head.
“That’s because I’ve willed myself not to feel what you’re doing right now. I have a degree of bodily control that many would consider legendary for not being synthetic or slime. I wanted you to vent your frustrations and unease before I got my own pleasure, which is delayed, not unfelt.” Marcus assured me and I flopped against the large male’s chest with a huff.
“Just fucking cum already. I’m getting tired, I’ve been at it for hours. I’m not a goddess of Sex or Fertility. Besides, ya put on a damn condom, at least let me get off on ya cumflating a balloon in me.” I grumbled as I squeezed his supple and firm pecs and weakly wagged my tail. His knot is buried in me along with the rest of his member, so unless I force it, I’m not going anywhere.
“If that’s what Mama wants~.” Marcus crooned and he really began to squeeze my ass.
“I ain’t yer mum, I’m too damn young ya-oh my gosh~!” I squealed and howled in orgasm as he grunted and groaned while his dick began gushing loud glorps of hot cum into the magic condom that was now cumflating me, but my Navel Pearl kept me from displaying that as I spasmed against the total stud, drooling from my lips, nips and my lower lips as he pumped me with semen. “Pups, pups, pups~...” Yis~, breed me~...
“Heh, naughty Mama~.” Marcus purred as the condom felt like it was straining with his load as I orgasmed around his gushing meat stick. “Huh, that’s odd. I’m used to aunt Vinnie’s condom brand handling loads much bigger and harder than this just fine. You must’ve worked it too hard.” Yes! Pups! “Such a shame if I accidentally got my future ma-in-law pregnant.”
“Yis, breed meh…” I drooled, still cumming as he continued to cum in me for a while longer. Eventually I came down from my euphoric high and moved my head up to kiss the male I mounted. “Mm, will yer fama be mad if I try to claim ya?” I asked in the afterglow.
“No, because she and Vinnie are in the same boat with those noodle siblings of mine. You know, Eris and that.” Oh, that’s right! “Plus, while you’re gonna marry them, we’re not related by blood and it’s safe for our children, not to mention the whole gene neutrality thing.” Yes~!
A terminal rang in the room and auto answered to reveal a handsome red alicorn on the screen. “Brother, I just got word you took a dreadnought out?” Oh, this must be Rex.
“Yes, Rex, it was an emergency. Why is Eris letting you call?” Marcus asked as I sat up.
“Because I was on the ship you took to get a report I needed immediately, not later.” Rex answered before the door opened to reveal him when he entered with his face looking at a datapad before he looked up. “Gah, why didn’t you lock the door?!” The stallion demanded as his wings fwoomped out in a wingboner and he hid his eyes behind the tablet.
“Because I had this hot Mama on my shoulder dripping a trail on the floor.” He spanked me.
“What he said, besides the mum part.” I affirmed shamelessly with my tail wagging. I’m too damn happy lately~. “Again, I’m too damn young to be yer mum, don’t fucking call me that.” I huffed as I poked his nose, but I couldn’t stop my tail wagging.
“I’m, uh, I’m going to g-.” Rex began before the door closed behind him.
“Nope! Yer repressed. Get the fuck over here, at least sit down and talk like an adult.” I huffed and tried to morph around to get off of Marcus’s meat, but… “I’m...stuck? How?” I pulled my tits apart to look down at my stretched cunt that was clinging stubbornly to his knot.
“Aunt Vinnie’s condoms are really good. You can’t deform around it.” Marcus smirked and I punched him in the left nipple for the deception! I was too horny to care to focus on the little things and now I’m stuck mounting him until he goes soft! “We might be stuck like this for a while longer.”
“Yes, so let me leave you two to-what?!” Rex gasped when I casually launched him with accuracy through the air with the Force to sit on the chair at the desk next to the bed.
“Ya, sit, talk.” I growled and the stallion nodded rapidly. “Now, ya have repressed the troubles ya want to speak to yer older brother about. Ignore the naked slime wolfess mounted on him.” I gestured for him to get on with it while I tried not to move too much or flex my kegel muscles.
“About time! I thought I was gonna have to force you to talk.” Marcus remarked, much to his brother’s dismay.
“Don’t make me Mind-Trick ya into going soft.” I growled and pouted with my arms crossed. Being knotted is great, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather not be when trying to mediate. Actually~. I grinned evilly and began moving, enjoying his cock as it rubbed my insides until I finished orienting into a meditation pose and rested my hands on my thighs as I closed my eyes
“Is she going to meditate while she’s-?” I opened the eye facing him and he shut up. “Right.”
“Anyway, speak. What troubles you, Rex?” Marcus questioned as he relaxed, resting his arms behind his head and I hummed at feeling his dick move within me. It was...oddly centering. Yeah. Let’s focus on that. If I’m going to get into meditation outside of zoning out while in a void, drinking nutrition while hyper-preggers or sleeping in a womb, then I should start somewhere.
“I’m not going to talk while a lady is-.” I idly waved a hand in his direction. “I don’t think I was as ready to be King as I thought.” Rex admitted from my gentle loosening of his inhibitions against telling the truth of how he felt. I felt Marcus’s dick twitch within me and I cooed, but kept my eyes closed and continued to focus on the sensation, not the pleasure itself, but the concept.
“Why is that? You always claimed that you could be King and handle whatever work gramps set you to just fine.” Marcus became concerned for his brother.
“That’s not the problem. I feel like I’ve missed out on discovering myself. I always had the expectations of being the next ruler eventually and I held myself to that role, but now that I am I feel unfulfilled. I’m still a virgin, as you know.” Rex sighed and I choked, rocking on Marcus and making him grunt as I looked at the alicorn.
“A handsome guy yer thousands of years of age is still pure? Wow! That’s-fucking, ey! Fist-bump!” I leaned forward, enjoying Marcus thrusting up into me as I goaded Rex for a fist-bump. He was hesitant, but he did it. “Anyway, that aside. Damn, no wonder I’m angry at ya just for existing. Ya denied yerself Freedom! Marcus, have someone stand in for him or something and send him on a bender.”
Marcus chuffed and began moving more. “Can’t. The bender part. As much as I like teasing him about it, as the appointed ruler of Devorak, he cannot have sex until he marries.”
…
“The fuck ya just say?” I demanded heatedly.
“I said-.”
“I fucking heard what ya said! I’m just not believing it! Ya mean to tell me yer still holdin’ outdated peer pressure from dead people for yer government’s head of state?!” I snarled, frothing at the mouth and causing my kegel slime to clench around his length in anger.
“No, I’m just fucking with you! I can’t believe you couldn’t tell that I was lying!” Marcus urgently admitted as my cunt wrung his cock like a wet towel! He tricked me?!
“I’m not peering into yer soul out of courtesy, ya fuckin’ arsehole!” I snarled and punched him in the other nipple before I huffed and leaned back into the meditation pose. “I’m angry now, either stay still or just fuck me until I’m happy again.”
“Okay.” Marcus shrugged before making the call back home. Rex shuffled in his chair as the pheromones of arousal started to come off of him.
“Yes, Marcus, what is it?” Someone who had to be Hydrax answered.
“I’ve accidentally abducted Rex from an emergency deployment with the ship he was on, could you cover for him?” Marcus requested while using his other hand to stroke my thighs.
“Certainly, why, if he kept stressing himself out so much I was going to take the throne back for a while so he could come to terms with himself. Take care.” Hydrax hung up and then Marcus clapped my ass cheeks and I jumped. My legs were back on either side of him as he pulled me towards him while spreading my cheeks.
“U-uh, remember I mentioned the butt-stuff was only in the heat of passion?” I nervously asked as Rex quickly and awkwardly disrobed. “I wasn’t just saying that! I’m still kinda uneasy about-!” Watching Rex’s massive 2 and a half foot long horsecock spring free of his trousers made all my rational thoughts cease. “Fuck it, put that in me! If yer uneasy about yer brother being involved, just remember the Golden Rule: it’s not homosexual if the opposite sex is involved.”
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The next in-ship morning, Marcus stood on the bridge with Rex uneasily standing next to him. “So. How was your first time? Considering it was anal, anyway.” Marcus conversationally asked his little brother.
“It was...something, but I think it’s safe to say that I’m more at ease with myself. For now.” Rex answered while scratching the back of his head. “Is she going to be alright?”
“Jane’s a big girl, she’ll be fine. Besides, the girls will make sure of it.” Marcus waved away his brother’s concerns for her. “I’m more worried about this Jim Hawkins character losing it. We can’t afford another Urta Massacre.”
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I hummed, slowly untangling from the blankets as I opened my eyes. Oof, I’m nice and full of a giant condom full of hot semen and my body has ingested a good amount as well. I slowly unwrapped from my cocoon of sheets and blankets to put my paws on the floor and I stretched to wake up my membrane before I staggered towards the bathroom.
Damn, Rex may have been a virgin, but he was damn spirited. Marcus just kept tormenting me until I turned into a breed-hungry bitch again. I still can’t believe how much I instinctively and subconsciously crave to have pups. I went to the toilet and began the long process of draining, something I’ve never had to do before, but thankfully this magic condom also seemed to handle disposal quickly, shrinking down to a puny little thing like an earthling condom.
I flushed and then leaned back against the toilet as I collected myself, fishing out Jimbo’s flask from my cleavage for a nourishing morning session of-huh? I blinked at nothing entering my mouth and I sucked, then tried I pouring it out. Nothing! I began hyperventilating in panic, before I remembered that we’re technically in an isolated pocket dimension right now. Some things just can’t breach that.
“Holy fuck. I about had a panic attack.” I slumped back against the toilet, almost puddling, which would’ve been dangerous on a toilet of all things, so I got up and scratched at my head while I put the flask away. Shit. Loading up on biomass has been a daily morning routine for me when I’m not out of it or otherwise occupied. The fuck am I gonna do to fill the morning now?
“Hey.” I looked towards the bland voice to see a beautiful black dragoness with red eyes in a casual gray T-shirt and shorts blandly staring at me. “Breakfast?” She held up a tray with a hearty high-protein breakfast on it.
“Uh, sure.” I followed the beauty out to the desk where she set the tray down. Next to the desk was a soft pink dragoness in a turtleneck sweater and sweatpants.
“Marcus and Rex are on the Bridge.” The gentle-looking woman told me as I sat down and the black beauty began rubbing my shoulders with her powerful hands penetrating my membrane with ease, making me groan and relax rapidly. “Don’t mind Uri, she’s a person of few words and loud actions.” Fuck yeah…
“Tense.” The beauty said and I hummed in agreement as she worked my membrane masterfully.
“With hands like that she can be as loud as she wants.” I mumbled with my eyes closed. On the surface, she was utterly blank. It was like looking at a stone wall. I felt an urge to look deeper and I witnessed a soul so beautiful I wanted to cry.
“Thanks.” Uri scratched my ears and my relaxation went from soothing to stirring.
“Aw, she really likes you. It’s rare for her to click so well with someone she just met.” The pink woman commented before she patted the black beauty’s shoulder. “Since you two understand one another, I’ll go make sure the others aren’t causing trouble.”
“Okay.” Uri replied as she massaged my face, since I’d slumped back and had my face facing her. I fell asleep soon after, then woke up snuggling the still-clothed dragoness in bed. “Better?”
“Yeah.” I squeezed the beauty and nuzzled her throat with a kiss that made her chest rumble in approval. She may not be wordy, but her body spoke volumes. “I wish I met ya earlier. Ya have so much potential.”
“Potential?” I nodded into her collar and rubbed her side.
“Uri Mitsuhige, will ya be my Padawan?”
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“I sense a disturbance in the Force!” Vinnie chimed with every hair standing on end so much she looked like a Jolteon about to fire Pin Missiles everywhere. “Wait, there’s something else!”
“Salutations!” A voice called, one laced with two that overlap one another in a harmonic tone that sounded familiar. Turning to face the voice, Vinnie was stunned when she saw it was Brennie and Visilia, fused into one! “Your sexy wife has come to blow your mind!” The slime cybertronian was mostly a dracowolf, but with hooves, demon wings and a horn.
“Bwuh?! Br-Vi, girls, you may be having fun, but remember what happened to Wiatr.” Vinnie warned them because she could see her wive’s souls entwining gleefully with one another.
“We know, we’re just reveling in the sensation that Wiatr told us about so long ago. Besides, we’re on a Wiatr-style power trip!” Bresilia exclaimed in ecstasy before the two split from one another, once more their individual selves. Although...
“Really, Brennie?” Vinnie mewled at her slime cybertronian wife. She knew slimes could perform sexy acts solid beings couldn’t hope to do, but Brennie had always resisted the temptation until now. “Oh no, now you are Willow. Are you okay? Your soul is happy, but how is your mind?”
“...We didn’t think this through.” Brennie muttered in shock at the lust-driven mistake she made.
“To be fair, it was in the heat of passion and the synergy of our Aspects. Besides, now you can do all the things our slime wives have done to drive us crazy yourself.” Visilia side-hugged her equally metallic red slime wife, their red shiny bodies adhered readily before Visi pulled away, leaving gooey strands between them. “...That’s surprisingly hot. I’m not used to firming up my membrane myself yet. Don’t worry, it’s mostly subconscious.”
“Also, at least changing your form is a lot easier now. I wonder, do you still have Alts or are you now metamorphs able to take any shape with ease?” Vinnie mused with a look between the two cyber-goos. “I mean, the sexy connotations aside, that would be immensely powerful.”
“There are only so many changes one can handle in their lifetime.” Brennie gulped fearfully.
“Yeah, I mean, Jane went through so many in less than a month, but she’s doing fine. Don’t worry, Brennie. Just go relax somewhere, wrap your head around this. Actually, why don’t you try pooling in a tub like a slime? They all say it’s incredibly relaxing. Don’t forget you hired all those slimes to be pools at your resorts, they can’t be talking out of their asses.” Vinnie rambled as she hugged her worried wife, before then resuming her prickly-furred state. “Oo~ the Force.”
“Before we interrupted you with our runaway antics, what had you so bushy-tailed?” Visilia asked as she too hugged Brennie, avoiding adhering to her equally amorphous lover this time.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen you this bristly outside of combat or intense prophetic notions.” Brennie observed, pushing her existential dread to the side for the moment to focus on her beloved’s issues. She did it all the time, it may not be healthy, but it’s a coping mechanism too.
“You know how I’m supposed to be helping Jane learn how to use her Force powers, being the one among us most in-tune with such things? I feel like I’ve been faffing about too long and now she’s got her own Padawan!” Vinnie chuffed and electricity danced on her bristly fur. “I’m upset with myself for getting sidetracked so much-are you two absorbing my electricity?” Vinnie questioned in bemusement and the two cyber-goos shrugged. They’re new to it too.

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Ch.58
Ch.58
Jim had been fighting for days, Tanya was brandishing her weapon on her Mobile’s chest since it had lost an arm. Most of their squad was either limping or dead, the Legacy had pockmarks in its hull and some of the crew were dead from ramsleds the Corpus used to board it. After that incident two days ago, every Mobile and fighter did their best to kill those armaments as fast as possible.
“There’s a Radiator exposed on that ship!” Tanya yelled before Ansel took the shot. The Corpus corvette went up in the flash of a nuclear blast. Jim’s Strike Sword’s advanced sensor suit spotted a person-sized craft falling away from the ship and he quickly had the system report the sighting to the Legacy. It looked like a Warframe attached to an Archwing, which was not good.
Warframes are a rogue element of the Empire that survived the Fall. They did their level best to massacre the military forces of the Corps and Govs regardless of affiliation. If they’re here, then the Legacy might be doomed if they turn their attention to them.
“All Mobile Suits and Fighters, return to the Legacy! We have new incoming ship translations and we do not have reinforcements inbound this soon!” Amelia ordered urgently and Jim winced. This meant they were likely going to attempt a retreat.
Jim followed after Tanya-.
Rage
Jim shook the overwhelming sensation off, panting for breath as he-.
Kill
“Ensign Hawkins! What is wrong?”
Destroy them all
“▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅-!”
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“So, that conniving noodle did get my Zaku Warrior transferred up here.” I chuckled as I approached my mobile suit. “What was the excuse?”
“Inspection.” Uri replied as I paused to take my combat companion in. This will be the first time using it in combat without Rivala Morphing around it for enhanced durability and mobility.
“Well, considering the Argentines were the first pilots of Nexus’s mobile suits, I bet they’re the best ones to do it besides Nexus herself.” I turned back to my Padawan, who took to the Force like a fish to water. I believe it is her powerful calm and indomitable will. I’m flailing blindly, but she has a natural knack for this. Maybe she could be her universe’s Goddess of Force?
“Yes.” Uri then pointed at the Atlan Titan next to my Mobile Suit. “Mine.”
“So, yer trained in being a titan pilot?” I asked curiously and Uri nodded. “Yer full of surprises, my beautiful Padawan.” I praised and enjoyed the sight of her tail sinuously wagging languidly. “Well then, I won’t ask ya to deploy with me, but I won’t say no to yer support.”
“Support.” Uri cutely raised her fists on either side of her big bust and nodded.
“Great, let’s talk about our objective. His name is Jimbo and he’s a sexy hunk.”
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Brennie was at peace. This was nice. All spread out and loose as a pool of herself and nothing to worry about. No wonder every slime she knew said this was relaxing. Also, a bunch of female Rasks and Gabs were relaxing with her, using her as a hot spring pool. That too was its own kind of enjoyment, feeling all these sexy shortstacks bathing in her, chatting with each other.
Also, her wives and husbands too, along with the crew...fuck, she’d let herself host a damn pool party and it was all kinds of enjoyable. Brennie had to wonder where all this extra biomass came from, but then decided not to worry about it. For all she knew, since she never ejected any biological waste, this was just what had built up for thousands of years.
“Mm~.” Brennie hummed into the lips that kissed her and she brought her awareness mostly back to the piece of her that was herself from the waist up leaning in a corner of her pool. Visi was her lusty assaulter and she gently pushed her equally red and metallic lover away. “No~ Visi. I’m all chill right now.” Which was ironic, considering she was as hot as a spa bath.
“I know, you were just too cute not to kiss.” Visilia tittered as the alicorn slime snuggled up to her, her membrane keeping her separate from melding with her wife’s slime again. “Mm, it’s as wonderful as it is with the others, but at the same time it feels more special because it’s you.”
“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed her agreement before they both let some of their pregnant bellies out for all to see. They made sure to keep it at a reasonable size for obvious reasons, but also to avoid turning the rasks into fawning fools. “Wow, it feels so nice to be cradling all of that for you.” Brennie used her slime, which was new to her and yet so easy, to stroke and knead her wife’s four-foot belly below the surface, causing Visi to moan and lean against her.
“Hey, none of that or you’ll kick off something lewd.” Vinnie playfully chided her wives when she popped up between their fecund sides, which were much more pliable at the moment. This only made them pin her between them, which none of them disliked. “So, how are you feeling? Your soul is singing, but what about your mind?”
“I’m...adjusting.” Brennie answered with a sigh. It wasn’t an easy transition, but she had hope for getting through this new change. “I’m still scared.”
“I know, but Visi adapted fast. You will too. Soon enough, you’ll rival Wiatr in all ways...hopefully not the soul-fusion part, though. Don’t let yourself go that far.” Vinnie gently insisted as she wriggled to pull herself on top of the two sexy hyper-pregnant metallic slimes and she crawled over Brennie’s shiny surface to smooch her, her arms wrapped around her neck.
“Thanks to you, I don’t think that’ll-.” Brennie gasped when she felt a faraway presence, something akin to her, yet so unhinged. “Oh no.” That wasn’t a good sign.
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The instant the Vengeful Retributor came out of translation, I launched along with Uri from the hangar to witness devastation. The Legacy was alive and limping towards us before it halted as swiftly as possible, but the occupying Corpus forces were being enveloped in explosions. I sensed it: Jimbo’s artificial wrath as he fought impossible odds alone on sheer force of will.
“Jimbo’s gone berserk! I need to get close so I can snap him out of this compulsion!” I reported over the comms before I had the Zaku Warrior rocket across the system at FTL speeds thanks to the ME core allowing such straight-line speed. Uri was in my wake so her own craft’s systems could save on energy.
While the Atlan Titans are of similar quality to Nexus’s mobile suits, they aren’t products of a Goddess of Machines. They were made long before they ever met with her, but she improved the designs for them on request. That said, they didn’t have the experimental black box modularity of Nexus’s original works, so I would have to take into account that Uri’s craft wasn’t going to be able to operate nigh-indefinitely.
We emerged back into regular physics and I could witness the results of Jimbo’s madness clearly. He decimated the Corpus attack crafts and reduced many of their larger ships to derelicts by severing vital components from the outside with some immensely powerful blade judging by the damage. “Survivors.” Uri pointed out and highlighted on my HUD. Jimbo didn’t always go for killing blows it seems.
“As much as it pains me to say, we don’t care about that right now. They’ll have to fend fer themselves until their help arrives.” I led Uri through the destruction towards the ongoing maddening sensation of blind fury. “When we find him, he is going to attack. I need ya to help restrain him when ya have the opportunity, I need to dock with him and physically be there.”
“Understood.” Uri replied shortly before we rounded the latest derelict cruiser, where I held up my heat hawk in time to block the long shiny blade attached to the forearm of Jimbo’s craft.
My measly little hatchet could barely withstand the leverage, but I hooked the blade of my weapon around his and used my other arm to keep the SMG in his other hand from aiming at me. The Zaku Warrior’s systems blared warnings about the strain, but I wrestled with Jimbo until Uri got behind him and wrapped the legs and arms of her larger and physically more powerful mech around his.
The Atlan Titans may not be as refined, but damn do the Argentines not skimp on physical force considering they were designed to fist-fight Hell Titans if they had to. I docked the chest of my suit to Jimbo’s, the two compatible craft easily linking a deployable umbilical shroud around the cockpits. The instant the hatches opened, I was tackled into the back of my cockpit with the red glowing eyes of Jimbo glaring into mine as he tried to choke me to death!
Thank fuck I’m a slime! I couldn’t speak, so I peered into those wrath-blind eyes. ‘Let go of the anger, fer it is not yers. Center yerself, peace. I will not harm ya.” I willed telepathically into his mind and the expression of rage lessened to confusion, before his eyes slowly faded from bright red to the opaque dark purple they naturally were.
“Jane?” He let go of my neck and before he could back away, I pulled myself up to kiss him, fully and properly in person at last. He pushed me away before I could go further and I felt great disappointed. “Jane, w-what happened? I feel so lost.”
“We need to get ya away from here. The same force that enthralled Urta and drove the Argentines away from the Empire did the same thing to ya just now, sending ya on a murderous frenzy. We need to get out of here before the Corpus regroup fer their counterattack.” I went to the center of the MTS and prepared to undock, only for an alert to pop up as the viewscreen surrounding us turned off. “Compatibility-wha?!”
I was tossed back into Jimbo’s arms when the Zaku Warrior and the Strike Sword began fusing together! Specifically, the Strike Sword began opening up at unseen seams and then moved around, acting as over-armor as well as adding two extra arms to the Zaku Warrior, which was now being called the Zaku Khan! “Uh...what just happened?”
“I have no clue, uh, just...just leave piloting to me, I think ya have control of the two extra arms and those fancy wing-like boosters added on the back.” I stood in the center with Jimbo pressing against my back, his wings out and arms ready. I squeaked when our suits melded and kept us like that, with my paws and his hooves pressed firmly together. “Oh, fuck, I guess yer the main pilot, I have the smaller arms.”
“This is so damn confusing, also, why does it have me pressing my groin into your lower back?” Jimbo bemoaned as he began following Uri.
“I don’t know, but I really wish we could be in this position outside of potential combat.” I replied as I crossed my arms under my bust, since they were ‘extra’ compared to the larger arms Jimbo controlled. “I can feel ya throbbing against my back, ya had a serious rage boner, dude.”
“Focus on that later, there’s a Shiden coming in with a beam saber.” Jimbo groused as a heavily damaged Shiden rushed at us. “Seriously, he stands no chance, what is going through his mind right now?”
“Considering he’s Corpus? Probably something about a raise.” I snorted and casually raised the SMG bearing hand out to fire controlled bursts at the enemy’s arm wielding the beam saber, putting the mobile’s combat ability out of commission, but leaving it mobile, so it fled. “Also, it’s kinda hard not to focus on it. I’ve been fantasizing about this fer weeks.”
“We can bang later, okay?” Jimbo huffed before putting his arms back and following Uri into FTL towards the Vengeful Retributor and the Legacy, which had now paired-up in formation to leave the system with more Corpus reinforcements inbound according to the comm chatter.
“Is that a Corpus-made Tallgeese?” I asked when I focused on a mobile suit at the head of a charge heading towards the two Super Dreadnoughts. “Oh shit, that’s a Tallgeese! The design methodology may be based on the Teiwaz frame, but that’s definitely a Tallgeese!” It was painted white, had a red mohawk and a large shield that had missile pods integrated.
“What’s a Tallgeese?” Jimbo asked before that Mobile started matching us for speed. “Oh Hell no! I’m grabbing your friend, this fused craft has more booster power than them.”
“No.” Uri interjected before breaking off of the direct route we’d been taking, so Jimbo cursed and chased after her, but by the time we caught up, she’d exited FTL in front of the charging Tallgeese and back-handed it so hard across the head that it spun around 180 degrees. She then kicked-launched off of it back into FTL, which blasted them away as we kept following.
“Jane, your friend is awesome.” I felt Jimbo’s dick throb and I bit my lip.
“Yeah, she really is.” I sighed and then blinked as he drifted towards the Legacy. “Uh, Jimbo? I’m kinda-Jimbo!” I squeaked as he entered the Legacy’s hangar. “I’m yer enemy! What’re ya-yip?!” I barked when he grabbed me and ripped the suit off of us. I turned to see he was wearing clothes, making me wonder how I felt his dick before, but I squeaked when he pulled his trousers open and then he grabbed my head, stuffing me in his pants!
I wriggled, but he was far more powerful than me, easily squeezing my squishy body into his Inventory. I sighed and then chuckled wryly. I knew he wouldn’t betray me, but still, getting manhandled by such a big, strong male really got me heated. If he didn’t need to hide me, I would be giving that rock hard arm-length cock some love, but we’ll both have to be disappointed for now.
Wait...he has a couch in here? How’d he do that? Mm~, cozy!
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“At least we managed to evacuate the Legacy as a whole.” Marcus sighed after they jumped out of the Char system alongside the Legacy, which does not have a temporal drive, so they didn’t engage theirs. They’ll be taking three actual days in real-time to get back to Tarkus instead of the compressed 3 hours the Temporal Drive could do.
“The captain of their ship is hailing us again, sir.” The comms officer reported. Marcus had already hashed out a quick agreement with Captain-General Smollet for this alliance and emergency retreat. While the Vengeful Retributor could’ve handled half of that fleet on her own, the Legacy was limping after putting down a whole ambush force on her own despite being vastly outnumbered and moderately outgunned. They wouldn’t be able to keep her alive.
“Put it through.” At Marcus’ order, the comms officer answered and a projection of Amelia was online. “Captain-General.”
“Now that we’re away: nice of you to finally show up! I’ve been stalling both sides for over two weeks before that ambush!” The feline yowled with all the confidence in the universe.
“Great to hear, now what seems to be the problem?” Marcus asked nonchalantly.
“Jim, in all his audacious masculine boldness, brought Silver’s craft, fused with his, aboard! I’m struggling against my engineers with orders to not examine the ‘Zaku Khan’ too closely and also-.” Amelia was pushed aside by Jane, who waved with a cheeky smile.
“Hey Mark! Ya wouldn't believe the secrets Amy has hidden up here in her private quarters.” Jane was then pushed away from the screen by Amelia, who huffily straightened herself.
“So long as you’re all fine and dandy, that’s good enough for me.” Marcus sighed in relief, knowing that Jane was in good hands and that the ‘Zaku Khan’ was not being tampered with. Nexus’s works were a mystery, sometimes even to herself. She made her mobile suits to be modular, to improve in response to situations. Needless to say, this was new.
“We’ll be fine, but we have three days for things to become ‘not fine’. Now then, wish me luck, I have this insatiable Pirate Queen in my room and-ah!” Amelia was snagged around the waist and yanked away before the screen turned off.
“...Eh.” Shrugging it off, Marcus left the bridge to see how Uri and the other girls were doing. Reaching his quarters, he saw Dulvex and Travelex were ‘taking care’ of Rex on the bed. Syrex was fidgeting over Uri to see if she was hurt, which she obviously wasn’t, while Freval was sitting by his desk and reading a book.
“Hello~.” They all greeted him, besides Uri. That told him that Uri was upset, likely because she hadn’t noticed Jim breaking off before she reached the Vengeful Retributor.
“Hey.” Marcus replied before approaching Uri. “Are you upset that Jim took Jane?”
“Very.” Uri responded and crushed the metal cup she had finished drinking from.
“You wanna punch him?” Marcus queried as he sat on the bed nearest to her chair.
“Absolutely.” Uri casually levitated the ruined cup to the garbage chute, where it led to the molecular furnace that recycled absolutely everything in the fabricators. The fact she could use the Force after just a few meditation sessions with Jane was amazing.
“You’re not gonna kill him, are you?” Marcus probed warily.
“No.” Uri huffed and punched her palm, creating an impact that sounded like a boulder strike.
“Good.” Marcus nodded his head.
“Oh, Marky, I know something that could cool her off~.” Travelex said as she hugged him, tugging at his pants.
“No.” Uri said and looked off in the middle distance. “Worried.”
“O-Oh! Maybe a hug would do!” Syrex suggested as she held out her arms.
“No…” Uri leaned into the green twitchy dragoness’s embrace anyway, but still looked sad.
“...Oh wow. You clicked with Jane hard didn’t you?” Marcus smiled when she nodded.
“Understands.” Uri replied and sighed. “Lonely.” She perked when Travelex groped her. “No.”
“Yes~.” Travelex began kissing Uri and the black beauty slowly melted into her carnal embrace.
“I guess she just needs a bit of a p-push to take her mind off of Jane right now.” Syrex suggested before the red dragoness pulled the black one into bed, joining the fray with Dulvex and Rex. “W-wanna j-jump in?”
“Eh, Rex needs as much experience as he can get to catch up on thousands of years being a chaste idiot. Besides, I have work to be doing and I’m also worried about the logistical issues our allies of opportunity represent. We don’t know for certain if Amelia has converted her whole crew away from being UnSC stooges.” Marcus informed them as he got up from the bed.
“O-oh, okay. I’ll follow you. I d-don’t feel like doing this without you.” Syrex stammered.

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Ch.59
Ch.59
“Ya have a map that could lead to Treasure Planet~?!” I squealed as I drooled into my cleavage with my eyes as big as saucers when Doctor Delbert Doppler finished explaining his egghead ramble ending with the best part. I like the guy, he’s cool, but he keeps talking in too-big words.
“Uh, yes.” Delbert said uneasily as I leaned on him to look at the map.
“If I fuck ya, will ya give me that?” I asked casually and he jerked away from me.
“N-no! As beautiful as you are, madam, I will not give this up for anything! I do not care about the treasure, I care about the historical value of its discovery! You’ll have to kill me for it!” Delbert declared with a snarl. Oo~. He has spunk and integrity. Still, I must try!
“Aw, please~?” I leaned forward, pressing my boobs up by squeezing my biceps against them.
“No.” Delbert deadpanned and I waved my hand towards him.
“Ya will give me the map~.” I insisted with a lilt and he glared.
“I will not.” Delbert declared so staunchly that I felt tingles go down my liquid spine.
“Aw, poop. What’s the point of having mental suggestion powers when they’re useless in the most critical of things.” I pouted with my arms crossed under my bust.
“I would be willing to have you help me find it if you swear not to backstab me.” Delbert acquiesced and I perked happily.
“Deal!” I shook his hand before the cute shorty flew between us.
“So, now that you’ve made that deal, want to climb into my womb?” Tanya, the deceptively young-looking shortstack purred with a lick of her lips.
“Sorry babe, too small fer me. Unless ya have a Navel Pearl, I’m not willing to risk yer health and safety.” I could tell by scent she was an adult human woman, her body’s physiology was just naturally petite for a long time, a protracted development similar to Asari.
“Better, I’ve been enchanting my body for years. I may prefer women, but some stallions and a few dragons I’ve met were too cute to pass up.” Tanya was pushed away gently by Jimbo, who sighed long-sufferingly with two sexy shadow-babes behind him, one was a gab who floated in the air, the other was a towering 8-foot amazonian ahuizotl.
“Everyone, please. We still have three whole days, can we just, not turn into an explosion of sex and secrets? We’ll need to be sharing all of this information when we arrive.” Jimbo reasoned, but I responded by grabbing Tanya and heading for the bed. “Gods, damn you, Jane!” You know you love it~!
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“This is actually really cool.” Brennie commented as she slithered along on a mound of her goo instead of walking like she was used to. This mode of locomotion was fast and seamless. She could shoot up and down stairs at a constant speed, climb walls, ceilings, even tread the surface of fluids like water. “But it still creeps me out.” She shuddered before morphing her legs back into existence. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this slime thing?” Sure, there were a ton of benefits a slime could do. No doubt about it. However…
“You just have to take it at your own pace.” Rivala commented when she slithered along the ceiling above Brennie, casually looking ‘up’ down at her. “I’ll willfully refuse to grant wishes to change you back, because you made this decision. While in a moment of passion, it was because you wanted it. If you back out now, you might give yourself whiplash. Take your time.”
Rivala then morphed her legs back into shape, flipping upright with her wings letting her float down. Thankfully she was wearing a miniskirt with panties and a sports bra. She quickly snapped her fingers and Brennie’s previously nude lower body now had a matching black skirt and panties to go with her T-shirt.
“Pro-tip: if you’re gonna use a goo-mound to move, wear skirts with easily replaceable panties if you plan on swapping to legs at any given time. Guys use kilts and jockstraps.” Rivala advised as she patted Brennie’s shoulder. “You’ve got a ton of us gooey gals to help you adjust, too. I’ve been helping Visi get used to her new abilities, but she prefers to keep legs, so do I. The goo-mound is just convenient sometimes and some slimes do prefer it.”
“Okay.” Brennie nodded her head with a sigh, looking at herself: the new her. “Rivala, am I going crazy?” The red and blue slime pony fairy blinked at the non-sequitur.
“You are crazy, we all are crazy. No sane person would stay sane going through the bullshit any of us have. The fact you have to ask means you’re sane enough to realize it. Philosophically, everyone has some measure of Madness. The question isn’t if you’re crazy: it’s if you accept or reject it. Those who reject it tend to be truly mad.” Rivala preached like a madgoddess.
“...Fuck, I better not take you to my home-away-from-home. Sheogorath would snatch you up into the Shivering Isles in seconds.” Brennie warned her future wife as she rubbed her ripped stomach. “But, I suppose you have a point. I should’ve just waited it out before doing the deed.”
“To be fair: you’re the Goddess of Sex now and your wife, this realm’s Goddess of Sex, is also a slime. You’ve likely subconsciously tied slimes to being the epitome of sensuality. We can do anything, be anything. Fuck, if we were Changeling Slimes, we’d oh no.” Rivala’s red and blue slime paled. “How has nobody considered that is why Wiatr ascended?”
“...Oh! Right, Daring became a Changeling-oh…” Brennie nodded in realization. “Uh...never grant a wish for me to become a changeling slime?” Brennie requested and Rivala nodded. “Besides, I’m not too good at empathy, suddenly having it innately might make me feel even more insecure.”
“It’s good you acknowledge your insecurities and face them. Besides, if you have any Force potential, you’ll have some measure of empathic power anyway. Now, how about I show you some non-sex related tricks? I can show you how to turn yourself into a bubble full of air to emulate a rubber-person. Useful for jumping around like it’s low gravity.” Rivala offered as they walked down the hall together.
“Alright, so long as you’re with me. Did I ever tell you that I missed you?” Brennie asked as they held each other’s hands.
“Hm? Missed me?” Rivala asked in confusion and Brennie looked hurt, causing Rivala to perk. “O-oh. You mean before? I...can’t remember much. I was inert, a Morph, for thousands of years. Most of my memories are just coded information and tidbits I remember. Like the past two centuries with Jane, who was John then. After I woke up and John became Jane, I was so confused. I loved him, but took a bit to accept I didn’t care what he was, I loved her.”
“You don’t remember me?” Brennie asked sadly and Rivala looked hurt too. “I guess we will start over. I’ll tell you stories, hopefully that’ll jog some memories of being an Original Fairy.”
“I think I’d like that.” Rivala meekly replied and leaned against her mate as they went upstairs.
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“Oh~, I’m so sloshy.” Tanya moaned as she waddled out of the bedroom, her belly looking nine months pregnant. She rubbed her belly as she staggered up to Amelia. “I feel pregnant!”
“Yes, you have a whole slime in your womb.” Amelia said with a snort as the minx flew up to Jimbo.
“Want to touch it?” Tanya asked teasingly as she thrust her glowing golden globe forward.
“I want to get to work.” Jim said as he tried properly filling out the after-action report in a way that convincingly stated that Silver jettisoned himself from the Zaku Khan when boarded and he escaped among the chaos in the Char skirmish.
“Come on.” Tanya purred before sitting in his lap while opening a window to type up her report in quick succession. “I’m good at bullshitting inconvenient facts to my benefit. Here, I’ll help, but only if you whip out that dick and put it in me.” Tanya purred and Jim groaned in resignation.
“I just had an episode where I went mad and could have attacked all of you.” The response to Jim’s statement was to get booped on the snoot by every woman in the room simultaneously, causing his changeling snout to scrunch so hard his eyes shut.
“Yet you didn’t, now shut up and let the little bitch mount up while she shows you how to believably forge false reports.” Amelia huffed and Delbert continued to obliviously research in his little corner, turned away from the shenanigans.
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Spike was looking down the hall of the new bunk wing of the base that was slowly being built into the junk-cliff off of the hangers. The place looked more like a military base. How the hell did he end up in this situation? “I wish I could chat with Del right about now.”
Spike scratched his spines and left the living quarters, having to walk down one side of the halls since constant traffic mostly consisting of shorties flowed back and forth. The once near-empty base was overfull and rapidly expanding. Spike had noted that since things kicked into gear, Novahome has been getting more sparse in exchange.
Spike sighed, feeling overcrowded and unsure of himself being surrounded by so many people. At least from what he heard when he sat in on meetings between Jet and other administrators of this rapidly building Rebel Alliance, Novahome was going to end up being where most of the local assets would be based since they were already established there.
After all, the grounded colony ship was large enough to serve as the hangar for dozens of frigates and did so on a regular basis, it only made sense to just pull the place into their operation now that every pirate in the system and many beyond were pledging to the Silver Pirates in the hopes for Freedom and booty. Spike snorted smoke. Somewhere out there, Jane must be feeling all of her worshipers, especially when they’d been told she was their goddess.
Spike drifted through the crowd in Bay 1 to get home to the Bebop and he bumped into Anno of all the people in the crowd. “Oh, hey Spike! Could you give me a hand?” The perky white slime jackal requested and Spike helped her pick up another thick cable and worm it through the crowd that parted for them to plug it into the Bebop. “Thanks. The old girl needs to let off all that excess power she’s producing. Luster overbuilt the Argent reactor.”
“Too much energy, huh? I remember when the Bebop needed those solar sails because she couldn’t handle constantly running a life-support system without brownouts.” Spike commented as he looked at the once-humble fishing trawler.
The Bebop was still her signature brown and gray with golden solar sails, even more uniform than ever, actually. She was bristling with weapons now, when before she wasn’t even armed. She had small turbolaser turrets along the rim of her hangar deck as well as a few in the back, two frigate-class rail guns coming out of the bow along with torpedo-tubes that could launch both traditional water torpedoes and proton torpedoes.
The only reason so much could be packed on a former fishing trawler was entirely due to the spatial tomfuckery that Luster performed on the old girl. If they tried to stick to the limitations of her size, the Bebop could only have one rail gun, those torpedo tubes, then maybe one turbo laser turret on the dorsal and ansel. She outguns any ship in her weight class.
“Things are starting to heat up, aren’t they?” Spike asked rhetorically as he watched the tiny tech terrors run around with their assistant droids which were becoming less junk and more fully functional works as time went on.
“Yep. Most of the raskvel and gabliani population of Novahome relocated here. All the best tech on the planet is here, of course they’d immigrate.” Anno joked before getting spanked on the booty by Shekka and Hildra as they passed, making the slime jackal Diamond Dog laugh. “Anywho, thanks for that bit of help, Spike.”
“No problem.” Spike climbed up the ramp into the Bebop to escape the crowds and was only mildly disheartened by the busy halls of his home. The stream of rasks and gabs here were mostly helping with ensuring that the cruiser-sized interior was in perfect running order. Just because spatial magic is stable and safe doesn’t mean that added space doesn’t need maintaining.
They were also carrying out containers of Jane’s slime, which was stockpiled on the Bebop for distribution as meal-replacing nutritious sustenance as well as Argent fuel. A workforce that is this enormous eats a lot, even if the rasks like their greasy, buttery ‘ruskvel’ bread balls, a slime’s goo is always delicious.
There it is again, everything goes back to Jane. Spike didn’t begrudge his crewmate, but he wished she didn’t end up turning their home into the flagship of the Rebellion. “Hey.” Spike was brought out of his melancholic musing by Faye’s voice and he turned to the pink slime hippogriff beauty. “You look like you could use time away from the crowds.”
“Is it that obvious?” Spike asked with a self-deprecating smirk.
“Has anyone seen my droid? R3-D3, where are you?!” Katto barked as the toydarian flew by.
“Trust me, I need to get away too. Let’s go visit Del at the Mess, it’s much less crowded with so many of the locals coming here.” Faye’s suggestion was good and Spike only noticed after they were heading for the motor pool that Swerta was in the shape of a simple black dress. Classy. Spike felt his eyes glue to Faye’s butt for a moment, but he shook himself out of his distraction.
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Quedia sat on the couch of their little space as Bask made dinner. It was little by modern standards, but by her’s, it was easily a merchant baron’s home. The living quarters of the Bebop had been expanded to include a small kitchenette, pantry and bunk beds and then copy/pasted across the living area of the ship courtesy of her mother.
It was still smaller than the apartment Bask had to abandon to flee with her when Ivara Prime came for her, but he seemed content with his new role as a maintenance engineer of this ship. Still, Quedia felt guilty for what she felt was delivering misfortune to the male she had her heart set on, yet he seemed happier now than before.
Jester entered with a box of goods that Quedia had ordered hours before. “Ah, excellent. Place them on the table, knave.” Quedia ordered and her devout and needy worshiper promptly obeyed. “Bask, the delivery is here!” Quedia called to let him hear her over the sizzling of the meat on the stove.
“Sorry, it’s on the last bit, can’t leave it if you want medium-rare!” Bask’s response was reasonable and Quedia nodded to herself before she joined the pinkish-red minx at the small table in the nook by the kitchenette to open the box. What she found inside was a green flask burning with an unnatural yellow fire within.
Quedia smiled and pulled it out as she relished in how quickly she’d adapted to her situation. Because of her innate business savvy, Quedia was already metaphorically rolling in credits. It had only been a day and she’d made a killing by selling clothes of so many various styles to the smallfolk who were so used to jumpsuits and aprons that having clothes for outside of work was a novelty they jumped paws-first into.
Her mother did not approve right away, because she made the clothing fabricator specifically because her mate, Jane, kept having her clothes ruined and needed frequent replacements. However, she admired her gumption and moved the fabricator from the cargo hold to Quedia’s in-ship clothing shop. If Jane needed clothes, she’d just need to visit the shop from now on.
Anyway, this was-. “What is that?” Bask questioned as he brought over the plates for dinner and Jester crammed the empty little box into her cleavage, which was becoming much more voluptuous as the days went and the minx became more and more desperate for carnal attention. Mm~, medium rare steaks with potatoes.
“This is an Estus Flask, the age-old method for Undead to heal themselves from bodily damage. It is a true relic from my era and since the Undead left for Paradise with their gods, trinkets such as these are eye-pleasing baubles now.” Also, while the Undead were a scourge, their affinity for Fire made them worthy entities in the Fire Goddess’s eyes.
“Oh, neat. Anyway, food’s on.” Bask said before they sat down for dinner, Jester’s face splitting open at the mouth area to reveal rows of saw-like shark teeth. Quedia shuddered, not in disquiet, but arousal. She always found the predator races attractive.
🎺
I was thankful for Tanya’s offer, because I need the peace and tranquility of a womb right now. The voices of hundreds of thousands of people echoed in my mind, as if I was standing in the midst of a crowd who were all trying to speak to me at once over one another. Is this what it’s like? I really am wishing I wasn’t a goddess right now~! How do the others handle it?!
I reached out through the universe to latch on to my beloved Luster Dawn. ‘Lusty, please, tell me how the gods dealt with the voices of worshipers!’ I pleaded as I got sloshed around by Jimbo’s delicious dick thrusting in and out of the minx’s tight hole and into my slime, which sucked at his breeding stick both to help distract from the bombardment of voices and because Jimbo’s cock and cum are tasty.
‘Make a shrine?’ Luster casually and bemusedly responded. Okay, that’s sensible, but what would qualify for a shrine to Freedom, Souls and Force? Images of the Statue of Liberty came to mind, but that just made me scoff. Sure, yeah, how about no? Murica, Fuck Yeah, is so mislabeled. I’m not an anarchist, but I kinda am. I need something more spiritual, less tied down to a place or strict rules.
I was distracted by Jimbo gushing his delicious purple fruity semen and I absorbed it eagerly. I shuddered, wishing I could take his eggs right now, but that’d be both irresponsible and giving in to this rampant lustful desire to procreate. I can do that later. I then had a burst of inspiration. If I’m going to have shrines, I can’t have them rooted in place, that’s anathema.
My ‘shrines’ should be places that people desire to go, wherever they may be, whatever form they may take. They should be in places either close to the heart or put the mind and soul at ease. I reached out into the universe and willed this. I felt countless beacons suitable to this purpose ping and this build-up of power I’d barely noticed relaxed.
I nearly fainted from the relief of both the voices and the Force I’d been retaining unwillingly being spread across the universe. Most of the places the Force rooted me to as ‘shrines’ were places where nature and tranquility ruled. Places of quiet and solitude. Places that people who are sick and tired of the world around them naturally seek out to be Free of the pressures of society, to heal the Soul, to seek on a subconscious level, peace within the Force.
The fact that this included nearly every womb in the universe made me smile. This meant women were naturally inclined towards my Aspects. I blame my lovers showing me the wonders of unbirthing and being a Belly Pet for this development. Heh. I’m so tired.
I allowed myself to disperse my consciousness across the universe in sleep.

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Ch.60
Ch.60
“Brennie?” The dracowolf cyber-slime snapped out of her musing and rubbing her abs when Vinnie and Visi approached while also rubbing their stomachs. “Do you feel...empowered in your uterus?” Visilia questioned in bemusement and Brennie nodded.
“Huh, you think this might be Jane’s doing?” Vinnie theorized.
“It feels like her.” Brennie hummed as she wiggled, enraptured by this pleasurable feeling they are experiencing together. “But...I worry about Jimmy.” She admitted to her wives.
“Jimmy? I’m sure his actual name is James, people just call him Jim, Jimbo, now Jimmy. Why does everyone or rather, people with certain tastes, call him by a nickname?” Visilia asked with her eyebrows wiggling. “Do I need to add someone else to the harem? From descriptions, he’s more than worthy of Urta and Penny’s Aspects.”
“Uh, we’ve never actually met him.” Brennie pointed out, but the extra steam rising from her metallic red membrane revealed she realized the implication.
“I think I did, kinda? I know Visi did through Jane.” Vinnie scratched her head. “I’m getting the distinct impression of a towering hunk of a white changeling with beautiful purple eyes and looks so jacked he could crush someone’s hand in his abs.” Visi nodded with a bite of her lip. “Woof, can’t wait to meet him in person! It’d be neat to see just how strong he is as Urta and Penny’s current successor.”
“I’m sure you mean that in the best ways.” Visilia tittered and the other two joined her in their naughty feminine lewdness. “Anyway, yes. My uterus feels far more powerful than before and I’m the Goddess of Fertility in the room. I think we may have tainted Jane with our unbirthing.”
“It’s not our fault that the womb is where most living entities subconsciously desire to return to according to that hack, Freud. Also, relaxing in one is one of the greatest ways to get some peace and solitude if you’re not being lewd about it.” Brennie rebutted before turning to Vinnie. “Hey, non-sequitur, but I just had a ponder. If I’m like an Arcanine and you’re like a Jolteon, why aren’t Kevin, Edward and Rico like other Pokemon?”
“To be fair, our pokemon-like traits are more apparent after we became feminine...maybe we should have the guys take a quick hop over the fence to see if they have pokemon traits.” Vinnie mused curiously and Visilia rolled her eyes.
“I’m going to escape before you drag me into this. Two horny poke-girls is enough for me.” Visilia then fled when the duo gave a playful chase with fire and electricity launching at her.
🎺
My awareness returned to my body, feeling replenished in ways I never thought imaginable. Shortly after I scattered myself across the universe in rest, the billions of suitable places to act as shrines attracted those nearby who sought out personal peace, expression or a will to act on the universe around them and frustrated at a lack of means.
Suddenly, the Force, me, was everywhere and nowhere. Heh, well, I’m here, in a naughty human woman’s womb. My power, though, was shared across the universe for those with the Force of Will, the Spirit of Soul or the desire to seek personal Freedom. I know this might bite us in the asses later, but I can’t not do this. It was the right thing to do.
I sloshed around in Tanya’s womb and heard her moaning. I pressed at her cervix urgently and I felt her move before stilling. I took that as the que to leave her. She was wailing in orgasm when I began emerging, the young unsettlingly child-like young woman was spasming as I reformed with Midna, the Twili Gabliani, helping keep the human still. “I’d ask you to do that for me, but considering I popped out eggs like a rask when Jim came in me, I better not.”
“I think yer right.” I chuckled as the human cooed.
“That was amazing. Best sex I’ve had in a while.” Tanya told me as she sat up weakly. “I think I might be ready to go for kids.”
“Who’s?” Midna asked with a poke. “I’ve figured out weird tricks with this magic I'm using.”
“No pseudo-dicks.” Tanya stated with a deadpan.
“I wasn’t really wanting to talk about more sex.” I stretched to help set my membrane and then looked around. Besides Delbert diligently ignoring most of the room and running experiments in his little lab, it’s just the three of us. “I mean, I did just grant the Force to the universe. I’m feeling both immensely satisfied with myself and hungry. I’m going to go to the bathroom, pool in the tub, then drink from my flask of Jimbo’s endless cum like I usually do.”
“Okay, we’re two days out from our destination I think.” Minda told me before she floated off to mess with the rocks Delbert had.
“Yep. I have nothing to do today since it’s a rest day after the debrief from the action. I’ll take a bath in you.” Tanya hovered after me and I shrugged, ignoring Delbert’s indignant voice and Midna’s giggles of mischief as I led Tanya into the bathroom.
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Jester huffed while she sat in the living room looking down at herself, struggling with her out-of-sorts biology. Quedia and Bask were out on a Date, a proper date. They left her alone with this issue. Quedia has been teasing her for weeks now with only a few releases. Each time they used protection, leaving Jester deeply unsatisfied despite the overall satisfaction.
The Mirage frame touched her groin, which had her male organ put away right now. She fingered herself and silently panted and groped her engorging breasts. They started swelling after the first time she and Quedia had sex. She was rapidly starting to resemble Ivara Prime, but that couldn’t be right. She’s not a Prime, she’s just a mass-produced model with a variant chassis infused with traits from several other Warframes.
However, she knew that she was desperate to breed. However that came about. She wanted Quedia so damn much, but Bask was cute and he treated her with so much respect, she felt so flattered and happy with him around. It was a strong thing to compare with Quedia’s dominant and powerful demeanor. On one hand, she’s treated like a servant, on the other, she’s treated like a lady. Her kinks were being so fulfilled just by being around them~!
“Mmph~!” Jester muffled into her mouthless mask and panted after she came from flogging her pussy so damn hard she soaked the loveseat cushion with her grool. When she pulled her sticky-threaded fingers from her plump puss, she noticed some of her metal bits were turning into gold beskar, the mark of a Prime. “Hmph?!”
Jester watched as the rest of her body began the same metamorphosis and then she squeaked when her breasts surged forth in size to match the Golden Age physique. She panted and groped her new epic tits in bemusement, tweaking her thimble-sized nipples moments before the door opened and she froze when Quedia and Bask entered to see her.
“My, my. It seems my little strumpet has become my big strumpet. Bask, be a dear and keep her occupied as I wash off my perfume.” Quedia casually ordered and she cupped his groin, making him jump a bit before she sinuously slinked towards the bathroom.
“W-well, I guess it’s official then. Pardon, but our lady’s demands are not to be defied.” Bask calmly began unbuttoning his shirt and Jester’s face split open to reveal her mouth had softened into gentle lips, but she still had her sharp teeth behind them.
“B-Bask. Please. I need to breed. You or Quedia, I don’t care at this point, breed me~!” Jester pleaded, her voice lacking the mechanical flange it used to have.
“Hm~.” Bask hummed before his pants dropped to reveal he had a rather modest member for a dragon. To that respect, it was still over a foot long. He approached her before presenting his half hard red manhood. Jester eagerly grasped it and watched him grow with her attention to it. The deceptively sized dick turned out to be over two feet when fully turgid! He was a grower, not a shower! “Thankfully Quedia has assured me that such a size is not too much.”
“Thank you, Mother Urta. I take this glorious phallus into me with aplomb and pray to you for many children.” Jester intoned to her creator and opened her new soft lips, sucking the glans in as she began fingering herself again.
“It’s odd to hear someone praying to the Old Gods, but that was hot.” Bask admitted before he grabbed Jester’s legs and lifted them towards her head, curling the flexible woman into a breeding press, making her blush hotly. “Now, now. I can’t give you what you want through your mouth.” Jester’s heart fluttered before she relinquished control to this gentledrake.
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I don’t like being trapped. That’s the opposite of Freedom, after all, but at least the company is nice. “So, yer Nexus’s wife?” I asked the total warrior who easily mirrored Khorgan for being a buff busty babe. Since Nexus was the only goddess in her marriage, it was easy to forget her lovers in the grand scheme of things aside from the things they’ve done for the universe.
“Damn straight. She ripped my xenophobic homophobic bone out of my chest and replaced it with love. I would then go on to become one of the greatest badasses of my time in the name of protecting my home galaxy and my loved ones. Now I’m just a shadow on the wall, waiting to rip out some tracheas.” Ashley Feell glibly replied as she bathed in me. This tub may not magically extend, but the jacuzzi is big enough for several people.
“Ah~.” Tanya yawned as she floated on me.
“Then there’s the fact that you’re engaged to marry the Old Gods, Jane?” Amelia questioned as she rubbed my goo into her fur, cleaning up the stink she built up from her exercise.
“Well, the Old Gods don’t do formal engagements it seems. They’ve basically decided I’m their new waifu and I’m not gonna resist being married to a ton of absolute sexy beasts.” I shrugged and looked at Jimbo. “Knowing them and the fact they’re already married to Urta, I’ll bet they’ll jump yer bones ASAP my sexy hunk~.” I fluttered my eyes at Jimbo and he rubbed his neck.
“I have Amelia. I’m not so needy that I need more than one lover. It’s been rather intense with Midna and Tanya and while fun, I don’t know if I’m cut-out for being part of a massive harem.” Jimbo said and I mewled unhappily. I hope he’ll change his mind, he’s too much of a stallion to be left to one gal. He might break her on accident if he doesn’t have enough outlets. It’s partly why krogan guys for instance avoid getting into relationships with ‘weaker’ species.
“Just me?” Amelia chuckled as Jimbo’s shadow pouted behind him. “Jim, I can barely handle you by myself.” Knew it! “At least consider it. While I love you, I find myself utterly drained after our lovemaking and too much over time would be bad for my health.”
“Yes! Talk sense into him! I’m not gonna let him go after he rocked my world!” Midna shouted from Jimbo’s shadow, even wrapping his shadow’s arms around his thick chest.
“Hold on, let me coax him~.” I purred and Jimbo groaned when I used my slime to begin kneading his lower abs and trying to get his delicious dick to emerge. “C’mon~. Give me that sweet, fruity cream~.”
“You minxes.” Jimbo groaned when Tanya floated over with her legs spread and her fingers spreading her quim.
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“Yes, that’s great. Thank you for the heads-up.” Jet hung up and sighed while he made a text announcement and sent it through the fleet alert to let everyone know the first shipment from the Folly was on its way. It was a single old carrier stuffed to the gills with old decommissioned droids and fighter-class ships. Add that on to the army of Zerg fodder Luster Dawn was cooking up and soon enough they’d have an army of disposable troops.
The fewer people they lose, the better. Jet didn’t like this tactic, it felt inhumane, but the Zerg drones had as much individuality as ants, that is to say: none. The droids they’d be using also didn’t have souls, so there was no loss when one was destroyed beyond the resource they provided.
However, that only covered the ground-pounders and role-filling needs of ships respectively. The key field of power in this era wasn’t just the tonnage of a ship: it was the size and skill of the Mobile Suit regiment assigned to said ship. Yes, a droid could pilot a mobile suit, but unless they had a soul and advanced sapient cognition, they’d be a waste of resources.
That meant every mobile suit they field would have a real person in the cockpit, meaning Jet still had to cope with the fact that he was fielding a proper army. At least the gruntwork segment would be filled with acceptable losses instead of soul-crushing devastation. “Hey sweetie.” Jet groaned in relief when he felt his girlfriend’s mismatched hands kneading his shoulders.
“Hello Eris.” Jet sighed as he wondered how a salty dog like him ended up with a goddess? He lost many to his job or those who ran out on him over the years. It was part of why he turned to spiritualism and started a bonsai hobby, which was vastly easier to do in this era compared to its origins in Japan on Earth. “Have any sage Time Goddess advice for me?”
“Chill, don’t stress, let the pro’s input guide you. Just be the salty dog you always are and things should be fine.” Eris then slithered around him to sit on his lap sideways with her arms around his neck. “Also, pamper your goddess girlfriend and she’ll reward you, handsome.”
“Wiser words may never have been said.” Jet chuckled and picked her up to go watch some noir films with his beautiful lover. They’re stuck waiting for Jane’s return, anyway.
🎺
An old temple door opened where UnSC forces dug up a Terran cultural site. All of the guards went on alert since none of the archaeologists could figure out how to get in it for decades. Those eggheads were backing up from the door, which meant it wasn’t their doing. After they cleared away, a tiny figure with brown robes covering most of it walked out.
It was small, had green skin and looked very much like a gabliani, but with deep black eyes. It waved it’s hand out and they all fell into a deep sleep.
“Force, reawakened, it seems.” The tiny man said as he walked with his cane to a ship. “Find the vergence, I must.” The ship took off at full speed into deep space.
🎺
“So, now that we’ve gotten that silliness out of us, I’m worried about Jimmy.” Brennie huffed after she’d pinned Visilia in a tub that she’d conveniently fled to, causing the two of them to splash into it with Vinnie jumping into the pool of their mixed slime, which was the same metallic red, so it was almost like it was one continuous pool instead of two different fluids.
“Why?” Visilia asked as she groped Brennie’s pregnant boobs and the dracowolf slime moaned.
“B-because he’s not used to having god-like powers and according to Marcus’s report sent ahead, he got manipulated, like Urta. This means the UnSC will frame him and the Legacy as traitors.” Brennie answered with a stuttered breath, enjoying the attention her wife is giving her bosom, which was incredible with the eggs bouncing around in her breast-wombs.
“So? They already are.” Vinnie pointed out when she surfaced from their goo. “You know, I’m getting kinda jelly of how jelly you two are now. The only reason I wouldn’t go for it is because I like my ship alt.”
“Vinnie, please don’t derail the conversation.” Visilia requested, but kept kneading Brennie’s boobs. Brennie panted and eagerly pressed her chest into her wife’s hands. “However, your worries have merit, but it seems Jane can counter it. When she gets back, hopefully she can tell us how to resist this vile compulsion. Now, how are your pregnant boobs doing, dear?”
“Oh, so good~!” Brennie moaned and her pregnant boobs expanded along with her belly, both six meters in diameter. Soon, her nips were squirting out thick creamy goo from Visi’s ministrations. “Mm, yes, milk me~!” Brennie wailed as her body absorbed her limbs and half-sunk into the pool of slime.
“Okay, I’m really getting turned on by all of this. Is it okay if I go find Rivala and-?”
“No!” Brennie and Visi barked. “If you go goo too, then the three of us will be too damn horny all the time to think without someone able to keep their head out of their groin.” Visilia insisted urgently and Brennie nodded her head from where it stuck out of her bubble of a womb.
“But I feel like I’m missing out! Ever since you took the plunge, Visi, I’ve been wondering if it’d be great to finally go goo and relish in the hedonistic life of a slime. Besides, maybe Brennie still has her Alts. Could you try? See if being a cyber-slime hasn’t robbed you of them?” Vinnie pleaded with her wife and battle-sister, her optics going all shimmery puppy-dog.
“Fucking-fine! After this, we’ll go out and see if I can still transform!” Brennie growled in frustration, making the other two flinch from her sudden outburst and shuffle away from her.
“...I’m sorry, I know you don’t like it when someone requests you to transform into your Alt.” Vinnie wilted at how easy it was to get the dracowolf cyber-slime upset. Brennie never once used her Alts or showed them. It annoyed her to no end when some people asked her.
“We’ll...leave you be.” Visilia sighed as she gathered up her slime and pulled Vinnie away. She didn’t want to leave Brennie alone, but it was for the best to avoid more blowups.
Once gone, Brennie relaxed herself into her very slime until she felt a kick within her womb. “Oh, Pandora!” She couldn’t believe she forgot about her Belly Pet! “Hng~!” Brennie grunted as she felt that noodle crawl her way out, but she also felt a lot bigger. She was pregnant, too! “Oh~!” Brennie came when Pandora popped out of her snatch, her belly and breasts just as big as the sexy goo bitch. Only possible thanks to magic and the malleability of slime.
“Ah, finally~.” Pandora crooned as she crawled her way up to Brennie’s side, their bellies rubbing against each other. “Sorry, but it was getting cramped in there.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t become slime like me. How?” Brennie blinked in confusion.
“Brennie, my dear loving Mistress, you forget that I’m Chaos. I can outright ignore the changes that happen to you. Whether by choice or in the heat of the moment.” Pandora answered before nuzzling Brennie’s cheek with a smile. “So, why are you still hung up on that whole Transforming thing?”
“It feels like I’m being forced to do something for the entertainment of others. Being treated like nothing more than a toy.” Brennie lamented as she held on to Pandora, like her life depended on it. “Plus they blew it out of proportion and ruined it for me.”
“Aw, poor thing.” Pandora cooed while giving her Mistress head-pats to keep her calm.
“Do you wish for worship?” The leader of Brennie’s clan of rask worshipers asked when he led his flock into the bathroom and the two goddesses nodded eagerly.

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Ch.61
Ch.61
Jester groaned with her gut full and laying atop Quedia as her length twitched deep in the pussy’s pussy. She barely remembered the night before, feeling so satisfied and pleased with her quim aching from being used so thoroughly. Quedia was drooling in her sleep before Jester gave a few thrusts to wake her, feeling no condom on and a warmth in her mistress’s belly.
“Nya~. Stir me more, knave...zzz…” Quedia snorted and gyrated her hips to twist Jester’s dick in her cunt, which finished waking her. “Mm, morning, love. You doused my inner flame so well and yet you’re still hard?” Quedia smiled and began grinding their respectively cumflated underbellies together, which sawed their sexes back and forth.
“Good morning. I think I impregnated you in our sleep or before we slept, it’s fuzzy.” Jester moaned, her cock felt so good in her mistress, twitching harder while Quedia rubbed her belly.
“It was Bask I had in me last, but you did hump me a bit before we all lied down.” Quedia yawned before Jester blew, pumping more seed into the feline. “Nya~! Yes~! Give your mistress powerful-rawr~!” Quedia orgasmed and roared in pleasure before flopping bonelessly with a rumbling purr echoing from her chest.
“Goodness, she’s been coming into you all night, dear.” Bask said while half asleep. “I’m going to make breakfast. You both need some nutrition after last night.”
🎺
I smiled as I looked at the helmet Midna told me of. My human half knew what it was, but my native half had to wonder how it was so powerful. Still, I knew better than to properly touch it with intent. I remembered what happened to the things and people who had the misfortune to touch the Fused Shadows without either affinity for shadow magic or protections against it.
“Yeah, this thing just grew on me.” Midna told me as she held it up with her orange hair. “Only one part showed up at first, the other three pieces came later after I gave birth to my clutch of eggs. They’re being kept with Nexus thanks to Ashley taking them to Paradise for safety.”
“Well, don’t let anyone or anything touch it unless they’re attuned to yer magic or guarded against it.” I advised her and Midna stowed it away in her cleavage. That was so much sillier than seeing the in-game version vanishing things into her hair.
“Trust me, we figured that out quickly when Delbert did an ‘exposure test’ with a bug. If Ashley and Jim weren’t here, the resulting bug monster would’ve wrecked the Legacy from the inside.” Midna shuddered with a grossed-out expression.
“What other effects does it have on ya?” I questioned as I sat on the bed and kicked my paws. Being stuck in one room is boring, even with sexy people willing to have naughty fun, but I’ve grown tired of sex since it’s pretty much all there is to do all cooped up in this big room. Delbert won’t let me nose in on his projects further and there’s no extranet connection either.
“It makes me horny, gives me a giant squid-like body made of shadow and I get really powerful.” Midna summed up with a toothy grin. “The body may be squid-like, but it’s not unappealing. I mean, I get huge, both in total size and my tits and ass! I also get to keep an anthro body from the pelvis up.” Midna did a cute wiggle with her hands on her wide hips.
“Oh, so ya become a hentai monster?” I asked with a wiggle of my eyebrows.
“Oh, fuck yeah do I ever! I mentioned it makes me horny, right? Jim had to yank it off my head before I had tentacle sex with everyone that was in the room at the time.” Midna wiggled more with a bite of her lip. “Just talking about it makes me wanna try again.”
“Not right now, I’m just making an observation.” I chuckled and flopped back on the bed. I almost want to ask if I can meditate in her storage, but she has the Fused Shadows in there and none of the other people who may be willing are here. Delbert is a bit of a prude.
“Okay.” She mewled as she scratched at the dark loincloth covering her groin.
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The brown-garbed small creature walked to the back of its procured ship, intent on reading the Force through meditation. It found the captain’s quarters, apparent due to its gaudy furniture and unpleasant amounts of pornographic wall-art. Certainly no lesser-ranked person could get away with such debauchery.
After a while, several droids entered the room to clean it. The creature also felt a dark presence in the Cargo Hold. It felt of raw lust, anger, frustration, its pure raw state flooding the hold top to bottom. The little creature stopped its meditation to go to the hold and stand in front of a cage without bars. There was instead a barrier of energy that kept the prisoner contained.
“Oh, another one of my captors? More experiments? More interrogations? Once I’m out of here, your ass will be so sore and you’ll be begging for more.” The granite statue that resembled an oversexed anthropomorphic gargoyle said with a glare.
“None of that, will there be. Instead, in quiet meditation, join me you shall.”
“What? Fuck you, I’ve been a statue for longer than I care to think.” The gargoyle snarled, her bosom pressing against the blue barrier and squishing like flesh despite being stone.
“This stasis, without purpose it need not be. Sit with me against the barrier, good it will do.” The brown-robed creature sat with his back against the barrier and laid his stick on his lap.
“Fine, but only because you’re not trying to drill into my flesh.” She huffed and turned around, pressing her large wings against the barrier when she sat down. “So...what does this meditation crap involve?”
“Empty, the mind must be. Think not of worldly issues, let your mind and body settle into peace. Basic this is, but all must start somewhere.” The creature did so himself until the crackling of stone echoed from behind it. It stood and deactivated the barrier now that the unruly Dark Side creature was pacified. He gently climbed the large creature and pressed a palm to her head.
He would aid this creature. Dark she may be, but beyond redemption she is not.
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“You annoyed her, didn’t you?” Edward questioned Vinnie, who wilted under his disapproving glare. “You know she’s still adjusting to being a slime.”
“I’m sorry.” Vinnie whimpered in dismay from his judgemental words. He was scary when he got this way.
“Ease up, man.” Collateral said calmly as he got in between the two. “Now isn’t the time to pass judgment.”
“Besides, I asked that merry band of Rask Worshipers to take care of her.” Visilia added with a naughty smile. “Along with blessing them, they’re up to the task.”
“I also sensed Pandora with her and I just had a glimpse of how she can help her.” Kevin chimed in.
“Help her how-ah, fuck.” Vinnie groaned in annoyance as the Force flicked her head. “There’s a Yoda out there.” This made everyone else groan in annoyance. “And I can’t tell whether he’s a Jedi or not.”
“He better not be, otherwise it’s gonna be the conference incident all over again.” Pillar referred to how the Jedi Order viewed them as barbaric and evil, wanting to Crusade against the Argentine Alliance back in the day.
“Wait, was that from our universe, another's or this one?” Visalia asked, trying to remember where they got the lightsabers.
“Forossa’s universe, one of Hamin’s wives who is also a Displaced as a Mandalorian Grey Jedi. So, yes, another.” Kevin clarified and Visi’s mind clicked in remembrance.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck the Jedi! Pricks trying to commit genocide on us like they did to the Mandalorians for us being able to kill them and Sith so easily.” The Alicorn cyber-slime huffed.
“Well, we’ve never heard of a Jedi Order or Sith Empire in this one. Sheev Palpatine was just a regular pony who wanted to get rid of our wives and couldn’t use the Force.” Edward mentioned. “This guy might be older than Equus if that’s possible for this universe.”
“The universe does not revolve around a single planet in a single system in a single galaxy. It’s fair to say it’s possible.” Vinnie asserted before she rubbed her lower stomach. “Maybe we just need Jane here. She’s oddly good at unintentionally calling people out on things and helping them out. Also, she’s really chill when Freedom isn’t being restricted.”
“What’s with you rubbing your stomach so much? Are you pregnant again, Vinnie?” Kevin asked and the not-a-Jolteon shared a knowing smirk with the cyber-slime alicorn.
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Lucatiel was adjusting rapidly to her new life as a cybertronian. She especially enjoyed having someone pilot her. It enhanced her ability to multitask with someone handling one pair of arms while she used the other four to assist. “Over there, that seam needs welding.” A rask in a spacesuit alerted and her HUD lit up with the faint damage. Infinity was almost done~!
“Okay, on it!” Her pilot called out and Lucatiel helped him navigate up to the new worksite within moments thanks to her unique Rodi’s Landman-style thrusters that didn’t have to account for a limited operation time. Her Spark-driven, Argent and Solar Furnace-enhanced body had no known downtime, no known operation limit. She was the ultimate construction equipment~!
This Spark/Soul-deep joy for her craft and new existence, unbeknownst to Lucatiel until it happened, was what made her a bright beacon in the dark universe to her venerated deity. Luca about seized-up, but managed to hand most control of her body over to her cutie-booty rask boy pilot when a blissful connection was made.
“So, someone out there still has the religious zeal for machinery. Hello, this is Nexus, calling from Paradise, can you hear me out there?” Lucatiel wanted to squeal or weep in joy, but she also didn’t want to startle her pilot or interrupt the work going on, so she internalized this.
“Yes! I hear you my goddess! Oh my gosh, I’m so happy to know you still exist! It’s one thing to hear the stories that defy the censors, it’s another to have your favorite among the Old Gods to call you up at work!” Lucatiel gushed over the secure line that had been established between her and Nexus. If such a thing could be washed, she’d never wash it again!
“Aw, favorite? I mean, I was really popular when I more-or-less saved the Two Galaxies, but to hear that someone likes me so much so far in the future is really encouraging. I sense you’re a Cybertronian, but that can’t be right...however you managed to become one of my children, know that now that we’ve connected like this, I’ll always be a call away.” W-wait, she’s essentially just been adopted by Nexus?! Ee~! Best. Day. Ever!
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The robed figure sat in the Mess, trying to eat while its companion...indulged in neglected cravings at the bar. Depraved and debased this new reality is, for such a disgusting display to be considered if-not normal, then at least acceptable. The stone hermaphroditic woman was getting penetrated in the vagina as she laid across the bar and drank alcohol from the tap.
The creature didn’t stop her because her nature, at least for now, required that she sate these genuine needs. The intercourse, not the alcohol. She’s been a prisoner for most of her ageless life, he would not begrudge her the indulgence.
After her third sexual partner for the evening ejaculated, she ceased drinking with a happy sigh and sat up, patting the much smaller alien creature on the head. “Good boy, thanks for that.” She tossed a credit chit at the effeminate male who ran the bar and then sauntered across the cafeteria to plop onto the floor next to his chosen seat with a stony clack. “Sorry for that, if you’re celibate.” The Gargoyle apologized and made sure to breathe away from him.
“Not prohibited, Intercourse is. Prohibited, the wild indulgence is. Moderation, key it is.” The creature lectured gently and the living stone woman hummed with a nod.
“Oh, so only responsible sex between lovers?” She questioned as she wagged her long tail across the floor, almost tripping someone as they stepped over it.
“Yes, that is so. Lessons learned in fire, I had.” The robed figure confirmed.
“Oo~! Sounds saucy! Spill.” She eagerly urged him and he sighed. Had the Force not told him that reforming this creature was worth the annoyance, he would’ve let her go her own way.
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“I feel weird.” I said as I brought myself out of meditation on the bed. “It’s like...a piece of me is flying around the galaxy.” I elaborated to anyone who would listen, since today was when we’d finally arrive at Tarkus. I could hardly wait to get the fuck out of this room and go home.”
“Like you teaching your padawan weird? Or did you leave a piece of goo at Char weird?” Midna asked as she cuddled with Jimbo in the huge chair Amelia had brought up, not bothering to hide that she and Jimbo were shacked up together.
“Neither, that’s not how things work. My padawan is in slipspace with us. She’s sad and lonely without me, but otherwise she’s fine. My goo doesn’t act like that or I’d be insensate with how much of it is scattered across this quadrant since I was healed by Luster Dawn.” I huffed and tried to home in on it through the Force, but while it wasn’t actively trying to hide, my attempts to look in on it slipped off like a dropped bar of soap in a prison.
“So, it's like someone is trying to mimic you?” Jimbo asked before smacking Amelia’s hand away from his nethers. Jimbo may be a sexy beast, but he has his limits on when he feels it’s appropriate to be naughty. When he’s relaxing and reading a holo-book isn’t one of them. I can respect that, truly. However, my new feminine desires felt impudent that he would resist sex because he’s reading a book (https://youtu.be/3w6cvs5Mqg0).
“I think I’m pregnant.” Tanya bemoaned from the bathroom, the sounds of vomiting coming from there. “I wish my bloodline had more Imperial in it and not mostly pure human!”
“That’s what happens when you have unprotected sex with a God of Virility. Even if Jane ate most of the semen.” Amelia snorted and I blinked rapidly.
“Uh, I ate all of it, not most.” I warily brought up with dread.
“Jimbo?” Tanya bemoaned. “Why didn’t whoever my mother was, have me with a pony or some other Equusian?!” Tanya wailed before she threw up again.
“If you were pregnant with slime babies, you wouldn’t be reacting like this.” Jimbo commented as he kept reading. “Remember that slimes breed slimes regardless of their partner, it just degrades with successive generations.” Which is how I was before Luster. Mama Silver was a wolf diamond dog and pa, whoever the fuck he was, was a slime of some description.
“I’ve only had four partners while assigned here. Jim, ugh, Amelia, Midna and our guest.” Tanya groaned when she emerged from the bathroom. “If you can’t guess, only you and Jane could possibly be the sires.”
“I wasn’t, I drank all, this makes no sense.” I muttered as I got to my paws and then promptly shucked off my shorts and shirt. “Okay, I’m going in to see what’s up. Open those legs.”
“Fine, tell me while I have morning sickness.” Tanya huffed before she flew up to the bed with a wobble, where she dropped to the comforter on her front with her tiny butt raised into the air a bit. I promptly dove into her deceptively small snatch and ignored her spasms of pleasure as I poured into her womb.
Good news, she’s not pregnant. Bad news, I have no clue what this is. A large shell was sitting in the middle of her womb as her body fed whatever this was with an umbilical cord. I engulfed it in my body, leaving the umbilical attached while I examined-. The cord snapped and I froze when it latched onto my goo, which promptly, instinctively, formed my womb around it!
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! What is this thing?! I rushed out of Tanya, who was screaming in ecstasy as I emerged and rushed to Jimbo in a panic. “It was not a natural pregnancy! It was some sort of thing using her womb like she was, but it wasn’t human or anything like any of us! I tried to isolate it, now it’s in me!” I squealed fearfully to the big hunky bug and he pet me soothingly.
“So, is it some form of gene stealing parasite? How could Tanya have possibly been infected?” Midna asked as she hovered over the recovering human and kneaded her lower tummy.
“Delbert!” Amelia yanked one of his airpods -not even the future is safe from Apple- out. “Delbert, we have a potential Class-A womb-parasite event! The initial victim was Tanya, Jane accidentally took it into herself when she went in to examine Tanya’s womb. Tanya has only had intercourse with myself, Jim, Midna and Jane.”
“I-but I’m not a doctor, doctor. I...hm, hold on.” Delbert retrieved some scanners and brought me over to them, waving them over my lower stomach. “Hm, maybe midna’s weird new powers? I’m a bit out of my depth here, but the signatures are similar to Midna’s shadow beasts.”
“...Oops?” Midna meekly said with her ears wilting and looking utterly upset with herself. “I-I’m a parasite host? Then I shouldn’t be-.” Tanya grabbed her hands and the equally petite woman looked kindly upon the alien imp with Kindness. “...Thanks.”
“Hold on, not exactly like Midna’s magic, but from her realm.” Delbert stressed. “So, are you sure you haven’t been intimate with other shadow entities?”
“I had a dream about a wolf diamond dog. He was so handsome and had such cool fur patterns. We made tender love and he made me feel like a real woman.” Tanya said bashfully. “Or...no she was so beautiful. Sorry, she had a huge cock and, well, she was so big, strong and kinda like Ashley. All tomboy as fuck. It’s coming back to me. We had a date, she wore a hoodie and jeans, we had coffee, then I flew her somewhere and we fucked like old lovers.”
“So a creature like Midna did this to you, possibly not intentionally by the sounds of it.” Delbert said with a gentle smile along with everyone in the room, including me. I may be suddenly bearing the fruits of this alien union, but it seems this ‘parasite’ was incidental.
“Her name...I can’t remember it. She did say she was expecting Midna, but that she would love to get to know me better. Things just...went from there.” Tanya tittered and rubbed Midna’s knuckles. “You have a sexy admirer there in that realm of yours. Maybe you should go find her.”
“That would be good, maybe you’ll pester me less.” Jimbo joked as he continued reading.
“All this fluffy goodness aside, I’m now surrogating an alien pregnancy that looked nothing like a human or diamond dog embryo. As soon as we’re at Tarkus, I’m getting an exam.” I announced as I held my stomach. I’d rather not abort this creature, but if it turns out to be dangerous, I may have to.
“Good idea, now let’s all calm down and read some books.” Jimbo turned a ‘page’ of his holographically projected book and I rolled my eyes along with the others.

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Ch.62
“I’m home! Yes!” I cheered when I bounded into the docking bay the Legacy was berthed in. Due to the Legacy being a Super-Dreadnought, only the Infinity’s main hangar could accommodate her. Space Hulk or no, there’s only so much space available. There was a level of disgruntlement among the enormous ship’s crew that they’ve turned traitor against the UnSC, but in general they were just happy to have someplace to ‘go ashore’ for a while.
“Yeah, for you.” A red earth pony stallion with scars, who I think is an MS pilot, grumbled as he left the ship. The Legacy was in a skeleton crew state for repairs with help from the legion of shorties and droids swarming the veteran ship. “I’ve got to look for a place to stay-hey!”
He was carried away by a bunch of rask women, which looked to be happening to all personnel from the Legacy. Giggling bands of rasks carried them away from the hangar, all tittering like ninnies if female or laughing boisterously if male. What is going on? I know the rasks are delightful little balls of energy, but that level of hospitality is new.
Whatever, I can find out later. I need to go collect my padawan from wherever the Vengeful Retributor was docked, then I could get this surrogate alien pregnancy I’m bearing looked at by a professional. I sprouted wings and with aid from the Force, flew over the crowds in the direction my senses told me I would eventually find Uri. Oof, damn I’m hungry. I better drink Jimbo’s cum on the way.
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“So, how are you feeling, Uri?” Marcus asked after he returned with Syrex, both carrying food for everyone in his room. “Still sad?”
“Yeah.” Uri replied from where she was sitting on a beanbag chair with her eyes closed. “No.”
“That’s Uri-speak for: yes for now, not for long.” Dulvex clarified from where she was playing a video game against Travelex and owning the cursing red dragoness calmly.
“Since we’ve arrived and docked on the outside of the Infinity, I’m sure it’s because her mistress will be here soon.” Freval suggested from where she sat and Uri’s tail wagged sedately.
“Maybe she’ll get the chance to punch Jim’s face in, as well.” Rex added on.
“No.” Uri chuffed and then perked so hard the bean bag chair was obliterated by her wings tossing it across the room and into the garbage chute when she jumped to her paws with her tail wagging faster. The door opened and Jane entered with a word on her lips, only for Uri to nearly teleport to her and squish her nearly in half at the armpits! “Mistress!”
“Gah! Uri! Stop! I’m pregnant!” Jane frantically waved her arms and wobbled when she was let go, revealing her body above her waist and below the boobs had pinched pencil-thin. “Yeesh yer strong, girl! Save that fer the bedroom or battlefield.” Jane giggled and blew on her thumb, comically reinflating her body to fill her shirt back out.
“Pregnant with who’s baby?” Travelex asked, the mention of something lewd/intimate getting her out of her loss-induced gamer rage.
“Not too sure, it seems to be a form of parasite and-.” Jane was interrupted by Marcus zapping her with a pistol that surrounded her in a floating forcefield bubble like Syndrome’s Zero-Point energy gauntlets from the Incredibles. “Hey~!”
“Ladies, quarantine! Emergency check-ups from gynecologists! This is Marcus Themis, Code Pink-Tourmaline! Code Pink-Tourmaline!” Marcus shouted into his omni with frightened urgency. The last Code Pink-Tourmaline event killed dozens of women and herms before it was contained and he’d be damned if his girls or feminine underlings were lost because the locals don’t have the same procedures!
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I was going to be checked out! Ugh! Damn it! I understand the Argentines have good reason for this extreme response to a womb-based parasite species, but if it was immediately dangerous the Force would’ve warned me against going out in public! Now I’m in a forcefield with just enough air for me to be formed partially while the rest of me pooled as the big brains scanned and remotely examined me with tiny droids inside of my slime.
“No.” Uri shook her head at me as she and the other dragonesses were being checked up. “Stupid.”
“I was exposed to someone who had it in her fer a while before I took it away! We assumed that meant it was safe enough since nobody else had one!” I shrilly replied and then pouted harder.
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Either way, this needs to be checked. Goddess or not.” A Scinox in a silver robe stated. She was an Empyreal, which made my membrane hum with the power she put out so close. I’ve never met her, Helvex and Sellox aren’t this intense. What exactly are the Empyreals anyway? That’s one secret nobody is willing to share and I won’t delve further.
“Me being divine has nothing to do with my decision to seek out my padawan before I sought out treatment! I wanted my student near me again after Jimbo pulled me away.” I huffed and decided to splash into just a pool of goo. The droids are in my bubble of a womb already.
“Next time, smack him.” The Scinox said with a snort.
“Excuse me if the fusion of our Mobile Suits combined our Trace Suits too with his cock sandwiched in my ass with no way fer me to move without causing the Zaku Khan to go berserk from misreading movements.” I huffed from my mouth when I formed it on my surface specifically to respond.
“Right, that. Exactly how did that happen? Can a select few combine with one another?” Her questions were clearly to change the subject, but I’ll let her indifference to my feelings as a woman go. Her issues were her own to deal with.
“No fucking clue. It just happened. I don’t know if it’s because Jimbo and I already have this divine chemistry thing going or if it’s maybe a pre-prepared design by Nexus for two compatible units docked together. All I know is it was kinda like that final scene from G-Gundam where Domon and Rain both pilot Burning Gundam together to kill Dark Gundam and the power of Love allowed them to annihilate the soulless monstrosity.” I chuckled and splashed my slime a bit. “I barely know him, I don’t know if it’s Love or what.”
“Hm…” The Scinox hummed as she looked over the data she was collecting on her Omni-tool. “Well, perhaps you were right after all: you and the baby are more than fine.”
“What is it though? It isn’t a human, slime, gabliani or changeling child. The initial mother was human, the suspected sire a gabliani, myself and Jimbo were the other two culprits. It looks like some sort of sea-creature with the spiral shell it’s developed. I only thought it was a parasite because it readily detached from its mum to attach to me.” I said in curious concern.
“It appears to be in a state of metamorphism and is using your body as a way to change and feed it. All energy readings are similar to the Warp, but seem negative, as if this thing was born in the opposite of the realm of souls. The physical body is shapeless, the shell is a cocoon of sorts, like this creature is trying to adapt to the environment outside your womb.” The demoness swaddled in robes said and I hummed.
“So it may well be a Twili like-oo~?” I cooed, my slime felt warm in a tingly and pleasant way.
“Hm, is it the little one’s doing?” The demoness asked and then hurriedly shooed everyone away while she too backed off. “This is a potential Pink-Tourmaline, all personnel, please remain calm.”
“Nyuh~, wha~?” I asked through the sudden pleasure singing through my slime as I felt my womb rapidly expand. My body swelled to fill the forcefield, which began increasing in size. It wasn’t much by my standards and soon I splashed around what was occupying my womb to find a bemused anthro wolf diamond dog bitch with TP Link’s fur pattern blinking at me! “Hey there! Where did ya come from?”
“Uh...I think I had a dream and then I woke up here. It involved this cute young woman when I was supposed to meet up with Midna. Uh, I’m Link, by the way.” She introduced and I laughed as I ‘shook’ her offered hand with my slime.
“The name’s Jane and I’m yer mum.” I cheekily informed her, causing the busty wolf babe to yip and back away in shock.
“W-what?!”
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“You can do what?” Brennie asked Pandora, wondering if she heard right.
“As I said: I can hold onto your slime nature when you turn back to your male side. Besides, I can’t see you as a male slime, that’s just weird. Nothing against slimes who prefer to be masculine, but big bubbly boobs, bellies and butts are just better when all gooey and shiny.” Pandora giggled as she, Brennie, her husbands and wives, along with their Rask Worshipers relaxed in the tub/pool of Brennie’s slime.
“That’s fair, but I think shiny, bubbly boys with rippling muscles and huge nuts are good too.” Brennie replied before she shook the enticing cotton of Lewd thoughts from her brain. “No, no, not now. That’d be great if I need to keep my head on straight for combat and strategy.”
“Oo~. Sexy slime studs. Good point. Also, you can keep your head on without using me as a crutch. I’m just gonna do it for your comfort, okay?” Pandora then stammered when Bryan was the studly goo in front of her with his muscles catching the light gloriously. “Homina, homina.”
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The robed creature sat on his deceptively stone-born companion’s back as she flew from the settlement of Novahome towards the military base where he knew the Vergence called home. Her level of attachment to the place was anathema to the Jedi, but he knew the Jedi way was oppressive and fostered resentment. Hindsight is 20/20 and his long exile followed by his even longer stasis provided more than plenty of time looking back and to understand how he’d failed.
“So why are we flying all the way out here?” The herm asked as they got closer.
“To find the Vergance in the force, we must.” He replied calmly.
“I hope you’re right about this, because the crowd around here don’t look pleased to see us.” The herm said when she landed and they found themselves surrounded by soldiers. However, she realized that most of their attention was aimed at her little green friend.
“They will be wary, my presence is a glimpse of a past they wish to forget.” The creature calmly said as he carefully climbed down from his hulking 12-foot tall companion’s back.
“We’re not wary, we’re vengeful, Jedi.” One of the soldiers snarled and the creature chuckled.
“The Jedi, gone they are, lost to time and their faults. Jedi, I no longer am. Je'daii, however, I may become.” The creature uncovered it’s hood to reveal deceptively smooth green skin with a youthful face that had eyes far too old for such a young visage. “For one who has been exposed to the Force in its purest state can truly understand. Light and Dark: a fallacy. There cannot be one, without the other.”
“You’re looking for Jane Silver.” One of the soldiers in pure silver armor with a silver avian predator ornately emblazoned on his left pauldron said when he approached them. It stood out compared to the rest of his grim aesthetic.
“Indeed I am, if she is the Vergence. Only if she permits, meet we shall.” Confirmed the deceptively young green goblinoid with large ears easily half the size of his head.
“I’m with the little guy.” His stone-born companion commented nervously, the presence of this silver warrior unsettled her. She towered over everyone here, but she felt so small.
“We’ll place you in containment, Yoda. Only after Lady Silver returns home will we inform her of your presence. As for you, milady, we’ll provide you clothing and have a tutor acclimate you to the current era, if my assumption of your supposed origin is correct.” She looked down at her companion in concern as he allowed himself to be cuffed and practically dragged away.
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Jim instinctively loved Marcus like a brother the instant they met. He fought valiantly against the desire to pull him into a ‘homie hug’ and failed, patting the equally tall and muscular wolf on the back after they’d pulled each other chest-to-chest one-armed and he did the same. “I’ve gotta say, I wondered if I’d end up punching you on sight, but you feel like my father and aunt Urta.”
“Same, but I don’t have any family other than my mother, so I don’t have a point of reference beyond what I’ve tasted others feel for siblings.” Jim admitted as he bashfully rubbed the back of his head, scratching at his purple mane, which was really getting long and vibrant. The girls all said he looked great with a long mane, his purple locks gathering on his shoulders.
“Still, are you okay?” Marcus asked the changeling with a concerned look.
“Considering I went from a scrawny nobody to a hulking god? No, no I’m not. I just want to do what I can, hand these Aspects back to Urta and Penny, then hopefully calm the fuck down.” Jim sighed with a rub of his snout. “As much as I enjoy being so Powerful and Virile, the constant gnawing of War is so irritating. I hope Urta and Penny will even take them back.”
“And people wonder how my father and his people handle it.” Marcus let out a snort.
“Well, I don’t know about them, but at least for me and I suspect Urta and Penny, they channel the frustrations of War through their other Aspects. It helps a lot, even if it does get ridiculous.” Jim pointedly looked between Marcus and the four dragonesses behind him. “I get the feeling you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Yeah, I do.” The wolf nodded with a smile.
“The only reason my girls aren’t here with me is because Amelia is the captain of the Legacy and has to be brought into the chain of command. I'm here because you apparently needed to see me about something else.” Jim walked with Marcus to the lounge table of the meeting room they were in aboard the Infinity as a droid entered with a platter of drinks. “Girl, you have so much sass, even in that B1 chassis you exude femininity.” She reeked of emotions, something only self-aware droids with souls can do.
“Oh~ thank you!” The pink-streaked old junky B1 chirped and set down the several tall tumblers of tea. “I’m thinking of getting transferred to a better platform, do you think I should go for an android body or just get a fresh B1 chassis to start slow?”
“You do you. Don’t feel pressured to change what body you’re using.” Jimbo advised and the B1 tittered before she left. Seriously, how can B1s move their hips that much? “So, what business do-why are you looking at me with proud expressions and smug emotions?”
“Guess.” Marcus retorted with a wiggle of his brows.
“I’m a changeling, not a mind-reader. Even if whatever Jane did on the ride over made me even more acutely aware of little things, I don’t like prying.” Jim chuffed and sipped his tea. It was almost sickeningly sweet, just the way he loved it. Love is similarly intoxicatingly sweet.
“So you were just being you, not flirting with that droid-girl?” The red dragoness asked with a coo to her voice and flutter of her eyes as heady arousal flavored the air from her.
“Yes? My mother raised a gentleling.” Jim replied with a finger scratching his cheek. “Although, being a changeling in the Warrens of Montresor, that was rather difficult. Especially when I hit my teenage years and my friends became close friends.”
“Was it that bad?” The soft blue dragoness asked with a raised brow.
“I guess you haven’t met any changelings from this era, huh? We’re no better than sex slaves, the dregs of society that everyone uses to get their rocks off and paying almost nothing because the emotions generated from sex are enough to sustain us. I’m impossibly lucky to have caught the attention of Amy, even more for being descended from Penny and Wiatr allowed her to hoard me for my usefulness. I was a fucking janitor until recently.” Jim huffed tiredly.
“T-That sounds h-h-horrible.” The green dragoness sputtered out and Jim could feel the anxiety stirring from her. Poor thing, it was such a chronic emotion for her, always there.
“It’s been life for us for generations upon generations.” Jim said with a sigh as he sipped his tea. “I want to change that. I have this Power, I have more knowledge of War than I could’ve imagined. I also have this nearly overwhelming Paternal need to secure the safety of my offspring and mates. I believe that’s a combination of Virility and the fact I’m apparently a Changeling Behemoth, which were extinct before the Empire even existed.”
“He sounds like your father, King Berserker.” The soft pink dragoness spoke softly, making the changeling fluster at being compared to one of the Old Gods.
“N-naw, I’m nothing like the legend, the myth, the scion of salvation and destruction.” Jim humbly protested and awkwardly sipped his tea while looking away. “Besides, I’m sure he would know how to handle a harem of hotties constantly hounding him for sex.”
“So long as they don’t annoy him with stupid shit.” Marcus sighed with a shake of his head. “For example: both Aunt Cadence and Aunt Cadenza went on a matchmaking spree for a whole year. Dad was pissed off and completely ignored all of his wives for that year.” Jim snorted at the needless harsh punishment.
“That’s a bit much. He should’ve at least kept paying attention to the ones who were behaving. I won’t say I know better though. Anyway, what is it we need to talk about? I don’t feel comfortable leaving Tanya and Midna unsupervised for too long. Those two shorties can get into all sorts of trouble.” Jim grumbled worriedly. Without regulations hindering Tanya, for all he knew, she could turn into Beelzebub or something.
“War. Now that you’re here, along with things finally becoming complete, we can finally kick this Rebellion off. Starting with retaking Char from the Corpus and the UnSC.” Marcus answered with a bloodthirsty grin. “We just need to rethink our strategies and include all tactical advantages-.”
“Mass-elimination methods are the only way to stem the tide of the Corpus. They never fight personally, using clone and robot proxies controlled by neuralink. UnSC is a corporate military, so standard tactics are advisable. With them fighting each other, it’d be best if we could somehow wait for one side to be hammered down and strike while the other is reeling. No, you’re not ready, yet. You need...something...something that is going to be available soon, so I guess I have a bit of time to settle in. Damn this ‘Force’ stuff is frustrating.” Jim grumbled and downed his tea. “Well, I better meet my superior in all things, take me to your leader.”
“Just for that reference, I’m introducing you to aunt Vinnie first.” Marcus rolled his eyes.

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Ch.63
“Oh, this feels so satisfying.” Jester cooed while being worn by Quedia as they shopped.
“It’s even better for me, your thick and long-.” Quedia was silenced by Jester pinching her lips shut and tickling her into giggling a bit.
“Shush, don’t say that in public.” Jester giggled before spotting a towering 12-foot tall Lust Demoness browsing the bazaar wearing a simple sports bra and shorts typically handed out by the Argentines in medical or emergency scenarios. “We should stay away from her.”
“Fine, well, time to get dinner, chinaka birds, quality greens and bark roots!” Quedia said as she grabbed some of the common foods from the newly terraformed half of Tarkus.
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I sat with Link and Uri in an observation room as we chatted about how this even came to be. Interestingly Link was the result of dreams from the Warp and the Warp exists here. After looking through Imperial records and talking to Eris, it seems the Warp is the source of all Taint including Corruption, but the Warp in itself is not inherently insidious, just chaotic.
“So, what does that make me?” Link asked as she adjusted the plain sports bra she’d been given. The medical staff didn’t use smocks for patients, just simple tops and shorts.
“A daemon made into a real girl.” I assured her as I rubbed her back. “Ya have a soul, so ya may have been trapped in the Warp fer who-knows how long. Whoever ya were before, now yer Link: Hero of Hyrule!”
“...Where?” Link asked in utter confusion and I sighed as I side-hugged her, causing our equally huge boobs to smish and her tail wagged with her cheeks fluffing up in a blush.
“I’ll tell ya later. Now, Uri, ya didn’t have to stay with us in observation.” I said to my beautiful padawan and she huffed smoke from her nose.
“Mistress.” She side-hugged me, effectively sandwiching me between two beauties I oddly had no sexual attraction to. I admire Uri and she’s sexy and beautiful, but I oddly don’t see her that way. She needs a friend more than a lover, she has those in spades. Link? Well, I fucking birthed her, so I guess it’s the subconscious ‘she’s my daughter’ deal there.
“As things seem, this Twilight Realm is a place of calm in the Warp, not touched by any daemons or other thoughts until this Midna went there.” One of the Scinox explained to us.
“Wait, so Midna is a Warp God?” I asked in surprise. At least the Warp of this universe is far more ambivalent and less volatile. Warp Storms can still happen, but they’re rare and fleeting.
“That explains why I instinctively sought her out, but wound up with Tanya due to proximity. Well, thanks for giving me a chance at life. I don’t know who I used to be, but being Link isn’t so bad.” The beautiful wolfess nuzzled me and I returned the gesture. Yay~ another adopted girl!
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“Vinnie, you look annoyed. What’s wrong?” Brennie asked her sister, who groaned in frustration.
“The Force is being a stuck-up twat, again.” Vinnie replied with a huff. “Hmph! Pussy-ass bitch! Stop being a pessimistic dumbarse!”
“What is it telling you?” Brennie sighed as she dragged the seat Vinnie was sitting in closer to the bed, where the dracowolf chose to lie down on and hear her sister out after the evening pool party she hosted in her goo had wrapped up. She was figuring this would be about her Alts, instead Vinnie seemed preoccupied with dealing with the Force.
“We can’t go to Char and take on both Corpus and the UnSC.” Vinnie grumbled as sparks of electricity coiled around her clenched fist. “Also, I’m more of a Jolteon than ever! It’s like I’m instinctively turning into a pokemon! If I start saying Vinnie, Vin-nie, repeatedly, please capture me and challenge the pokemon league.”
“Focus! You said we can’t go to Char and kick both asses at the same time. What are they packing?” Brennie requested with every little detail both forces warring over the planet had at their disposal coming to her mind. “Nevermind, I got it. Woof, okay, so one side is a tide of bodies with superior deployment methods while the other is a more professional and decisive force. If we jump in, we’ll waste far more resources than we’d get out of the sortie.” People too.
“Don’t forget mind-fucking gods.” Vinnie groaned as she slid out of her seat and onto the floor.
“Right, them. At least we have Jane-.” Brennie was interrupted by a homina, homina studly white changeling with purple eyes and hair being pushed into the room before the door was closed behind him. They looked each other in the eyes and Brennie felt a metaphorical and possibly literal switch flip in her brain that instantly declared him her’s. “Mine!”
“Ah! No! Wait! I’m not-mmph!” The studly stallion was engulfed in red metallic slime as the dracowolf kissed him desperately until Vinnie bonked her on the head with a Not-Horny Bat, the far less potent variant of the Horny Jail Bat without a pocket dimension.
“Bwah! Sorry! Sorry.” Brennie unwrapped her goo from his godly form and licked her lips as she forced herself to slither away from him and hide behind Vinnie, not from him, but to help her restrain her impulse to take him there and then. “I don’t even know your name. I’m Brennie, your Goddess~.” *Soft-bonk*. “Brennie, Goddess of War, Sex, Blood, Wrath and Ruin. My gosh you're a fine boy~.” Brennie crooned with a knead of Vinnie’s shoulders.
“I know he is, Brennie, but yeesh! I haven’t seen you jump someone that hard since the last time you and Urta had a hate-fuck.” Vinnie huffed as she fanned her cleavage, also wanting to pounce this sexy stallion, but she had the resistance of not being a Sex Goddess.
“I’m Jim, the temporary God of War, Power and Virility.” Jimmy told them and Brennie grunted as she pressed her groin into her wife’s ass after reforming her legs with her skirt and panties back on. She wasn’t usually one to wear them, but Rivala was right about the convenience in case she instinctively used a goo-mound for movement.
“Nice to meet you. Anyway, what was I saying?” Brennie asked while trying to shake away the naughty thoughts, but he’s right there and the desire to copulate was nearly overwhelming.
“You mentioned something about Jane being…no.” Vinnie said as the two goddesses pondered while Jim stood there in awkward silence. “Not for us, for them. They need her more because-!”
“My Lantern!” Brennie squealed as she pulled out the Light of The Beating Heart. Jim’s eyes were transfixed to this masterpiece, its metal frame shimmered like gold and platinum all at once, with a red, crystalline case. “With this lit and the buffs it provides, we cannot be affected by those psyker bastards!”
“We don’t necessarily need to beat both forces, we just need to cripple them and let them fall under their own weight. The rest will either scatter or fight over the scraps. Either way, a small but nimble strike forces can get the job done.” As the two continued to talk, Jim began to hope, his mind’s eye seeing the outcome playing out and knew where he needed to be: at Jane’s side, fighting against his former employers.
In doing so, they may uncover more secrets the UnSC had planned. As for the Argentines, he can see them pitted against the Corpus. While it may be suicidal for normal people to fight against an unending army, this was more of their speed and fight. They have stood against the armies of Hell and emerged victorious. Wars of attrition were no strangers to them.
However, Brennie shared another look with Jimmy and knew they would have to wait just a bit longer for the scales to tip in their favor. Then she was kissing him again and being pulled off of him by Vinnie. “Sorry. Good Cadence, boy, are you sure you’re not my soulmate or something?” Bennie joked as she again fought the impulse to make him her mate right then and there.
“I don’t know about that, but I think we’ll work together incredibly well. We just need to adjust to the constant pull between us. I think the only reason I’m not as unable to resist the urge is because I don’t have the Sex Aspect. I wouldn’t say no if we approached it like responsible adults rather than horny teenagers. Ignoring the fact that I’m a horny teenager.” Jimmy snorted and Brennie chuckled before she put Vinnie between them again.
“I can’t believe I have to be the responsible one in the room. I’m the Goddess of Madness! I shouldn’t be the straight-girl in the room!” Vinnie protested and withstood Brennie pressing her groin urgently against her booty.
“Ah, but that’s the Madness within itself as well~.” Brennie teased and Vinnie couldn’t deny the logic in that.
“Fuck, you’re right! If only I was a slime, but we still didn’t get to talk about how being a cyber-slime has impacted your Transformer abilities, now I’m the stabilizing element in this room. Fuck it!” Vinnie vanished her clothes and jumped at Jimmy, Brennie doing the same, unable to resist her desires and Jimmy closed his eyes, accepting his fate.
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Faye strutted out of Spike’s room with a sway to her hips and a smile to her beak. They may not have gone beyond talking and watching a movie in his room together, but it was nice to just be with someone she cared about in a calm and relaxing environment. “I feel so relaxed.” Swerta sighed from the black ‘clothes’ of a relaxed T-shirt and leggings Faye was wearing.
“It was really nice to just sit, chat, watch a chill movie. I thought Spike would run away the moment I suggested we watch a movie in private, but he managed to sit through the whole thing.” Faye ran her fingers through her simulated plumage and then looked at her translucent pink slime hands. “Ever since Rivala did a monkey’s paw on me, Spike’s been acting like I might ‘drag him to my sex dungeon’ or something.”
“The drake’s just skittish, the fact he was willing to sit through the whole movie is evidence he can work past it. Cadence know’s her stuff.” Swerta’s comment got a nod from the slime hippogriff. Cadence had given her a whole list of things to do in what order to gently ease Spike into a steady, healthy relationship. This was step 16. Considering how quickly things have been moving, one might think that’s risky, but Cadence assured her that Spike was already invested.
“Yeah, but he has reason to be worried. Ever since I decided to go goo, I’m horny almost all the time. I had a healthy libido before, but now I’m afraid I might end up being too thirsty for Spike to handle.” Faye mewled before she rounded a corner and squawked quietly when she bumped chest-to-chest with Anno, another resident turned to goo. “Oop! Sorry, Anno.”
“Heh, I enjoyed it, so no big~.” Anno chirped and even pressed their equally huge hooters together, making Faye grunt and click her beak at the pleasure. “Say, since we bumped into each other, would you mind if we knocked boots? Shekka and Hildra have been so busy helping corral their people that they’ve been too tired at the end of the day for our usual shenanigans.”
“...I was straight, but damn it, Rivala’s wish-granting and Swerta have converted me. Alright, I just finished watching a movie with my boyfriend and I’m simmering a bit from being snuggled against him for over an hour. He’s not comfortable with us being more intimate yet and Swerta’s a bit too relaxed.” Faye replied and then let Anno take her by the hand and lead her onward.
“I would’ve worked myself up for you, babe.” Swerta mewled and Faye patted her left boob.
“You just relax, honey. I know it’s rare for you to genuinely get rest, so slip into my Inventory when we get started.” Faye gently insisted to her girlfriend, who Spike had awkwardly accepted into their tentative relationship because Faye refused to exclude her.
“Yeah, I’ll wait until you’re all nice and tucked away to get naughty.” Anno said to them with her tail wagging hard enough to slap the sides of her black-suited ass. “I also have Runner Brand condoms, so we can have futa fun responsibly.” Anno then paused. “Wait, Spike is okay with this, right? I’m so used to the casual sex around here, I forgot to make sure.”
“Spike has given us permission to sleep around so long as we’re still emotionally invested in getting intimate with him, which we are.” Faye and Swerta answered in unison and Anno then pulled them into her room.
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Yoda looked up from his meditation when the cell door slid open and a female creature of silver slime, an entity utterly alien to him back in his time, entered with a swagger that was often attributed to the prideful, foolish or arrogant. However, despite exuding this presence, Yoda could feel through the Force that the Vergence was this way as a result of her environment.
The fact she was clearly a good person, in spite of her faults, inspired hope in him. “So, is yer name Yoda or Yogurt and yer going to sell me SpaceBalls the Flamethrower?” She was also equipped with a brilliant smile and a sense of humor that was refreshing.
“Yoda, I am. Former Jedi, I am. Arms dealer, I am not.” Yoda answered as she leaned against the wall next to the cell door.
“Okay, so what’cha want with me? I’d appreciate some pointers, but I’m sure my Force isn’t-.”
“Under you, train I must.” Yoda’s words made the woman blink in surprise and gesture for him to continue. “The Jedi were ultimately corrupt, at-fault for more than we could have ever imagined, we were. It was not until my exile that, realized I did, the folly of only seeking one element of the Force. Once let in, did I, the Dark Side with the Light Side with acceptance of my faults and the desire to improve, did I realize the wisdom of the Je'daii.”
“I don’t know, ya seem to have yer shit together better than I do. I may be the Goddess of Force, but I’m still new to all of this. I don’t understand why I’m even the manifestation of the Force when there’s someone like ya around.” The woman humbly stated and Yoda smiled.
“You are who you are, because that is who you choose to be. The Force, works in mysterious ways it does. Who am I to protest, if decide it does, that you are its scion? Hm, hm, hm.” Yoda chuckled and the Force manifested bashfully scratched at her cheek with a smile. “My master, you would not be. Learn from each other, we should.”
“That sounds good. Come on, I’ll introduce ya to my padawan: Uri. She’s a natural.” Yoda stood and followed the energetic young one. Even if he felt she was centuries old, she retained a youthfulness that far exceeded his Force-granted youthful vitality.
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“At least one of you was responsible.” Visilia huffed in fond exasperation after finding Brennie and Vinnie snuggled up on either side of James Hawkins, looking preposterously satisfied. She wasn’t surprised when Marcus told her that he’d thrown the absolute Adonis of a changeling to the literal wolves. “Thank you for insisting on using condoms, James.”
“It’s Jim.” James instinctively replied from where he was sandwiched between two goddesses on the bed. She too felt this incredible desire to copulate with him that her wives had succumbed to, but it seemed that with them venting that desire, the overall ‘fuck aura’ has died down for now.
“I’m not used to calling people by their nicknames, but I’ll make you the exception.” Visi approached the bed and sat on the chair next to it. If she climbed in, she may lose control and try to breed the mighty stud for his superior offspring on principle. The changelings in Devorak could use a strong, masculine bloodline and from what she’s read up on him, he’s unique.
“I’m not used to having people call me by my name besides my mother.” James chuckled while rubbing Brennie and Vinnie’s hips since his arms were gently cradling them to his sides as they rested their heads on his thick pecs and biceps. Visi licked her lips. He easily was a match in musculature to Edward and Rico, but his shiny chitin made every muscle shine in the light.
“My apologies. Hm?” Visi noticed Brennie’s Lantern was on the floor. “Oh, I forgot she had that.”
“What does that do anyways?” James asked, not moving from his place as the two warrior goddesses slumbered contentedly upon him. Seriously, Visi couldn’t remember how long it’d been since she’d seen Brennie and Vinnie so wonderfully fucked-out that they had such peaceful expressions. Urta, Penny and Wiatr were the ones who achieved such a result most often. She really needed to reconnect once Paradise was liberated.
“Light of The Beating Heart, a Lantern forged by a Golem God long ago. It is used as a support item. When you light it up, it gives you buffs that will help you on the battlefield. Regeneration, Mental Fortification, Clarity, Heat Intensity and it works as a light source in the dark.” Visilia informed the occupied war god while she ran her fingers through Brennie’s tail slime.
“So we light it up around Char and try to get things calmed down?” Jim asked in bemusement.
“No, it doesn’t encompass an entire planet, its range is limited. Plus we're not going to ask them to leave, that’s pointless.” Visi answered with a shake of her head.
“Ah, so it’ll protect me or others near it from being brainwashed like I was. Thank gosh Jane saved me.” Jim sighed and his opaque purple eyes seemed to stare in the middle-distance.
“Yeah, Jane is incredible.” Visi sighed fondly. Jane was so...Jane. It was incredible to meet someone so amazing that they knocked your socks and underwear right off of you. It was especially special to Visi and other immortals. People like Jane didn’t come around every generation. If they did, the multiverse would be a much better place. “Anyway, yes, the idea is likely to safeguard you against being manipulated so easily again.”
“Good. I was unstoppable in my blind rage from what I’m told. I tore through the ambush fleet like a...well, a wrathful god.” Jim sheepishly said before two lips smooched either side of his face and Visi felt hot at seeing the loving, satisfied expressions on the two wolfesses.
“Can we keep him?” Vinnie cooed and ran her hand up and down his abs.
“We better.” Brennie growled and squeezed his rock-hard pecs.
“Now that you’re awake, girls, we need to talk. As soon as we escape Jim’s ‘fuck me’ aura.” Visi winked at him and Jim rolled his eyes before relaxing and willfully ignoring the two ladies as they ran their hands over his deceptively blank groin and got pulled out of the room by their wife. “Okay you two. You’re going to use my Inventory to test Brennie’s Alts. I know you don’t like them outside of combat or your ‘rides’ to clear your head, but we need to know if they still work.”
“But I don’t wanna…” Brennie pouted and Visi smiled, causing Brennie to smile. “Shit, getting Sex and being well-fucked makes me a whiny bitch, huh? Fine, let’s get this over with. The sooner we find out, the sooner Vinnie can come to the slime side too.”
“Wait, what?” Visilia blinked and then looked hopefully at Vinnie. “Have you also convinced the boys to go girl for a bit to see if they have pokemon traits too?”
“No, they refused. They outright denied turning into women, it wasn’t their desire.” Vinnie’s ears fell flat against her head. “Now we’ll never know what pokemon they look like.”
“Bah, whatever. You and I are pokegirl enough for everyone to handle. Now, let’s go-.” Brennie was silenced by her and Vinnie being engulfed in Visi’s cleavage for an instant before her hall-filling breasts returned to normal and she covered back up.
“Finally. Now they can figure that out in peace.” Visi then headed towards the new ‘zen’ room.

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Ch.64
“Since when did Visi have an action figure collection?” Brennie asked while looking at still-sealed packages of action figures, specifically from the ‘DOOM Deniers’ animated series which was a mostly child-friendly rendition of the adventures of the DOOM Marines with most of the gory details downplayed and the raunchy bits left cleverly implied so only adults understood them. In her hands was a Berserker figure that was eerily accurate to her original form.
“Not a clue.” Vinnie shrugged it off as they killed time browsing Visi’s Inventory for a bit. Brennie was putting it off, Vinnie didn’t want to push her when she was already so close to finally revealing her Alts. Curiosity has killed her for thousands of years! Also, the alicorn’s Inventory was a rare thing for them to be in. The action figures were neat, but Vinnie was more interested in the comic book collection, specifically the raunchy stuff that detailed some of their sexcapades extensively. She was going to have to ask to borrow these sometime...
“I mean, look at all this stuff! I never imagined Visi would have action figures in here, for instance. The armory of weapons and armor, yes, but actual toys beyond the sex toys. Oh! She even collected the entire first edition of the DOOM 2016 toy models! I knew we loved her for more than just her looks and personality. She’s secretly been a total nerd the whole time!” Brennie gushed excitedly. “We’ve gotta rope her into gaming more often.”
“I agree. My fuck that was hot.” Vinnie muttered with a blush and she rubbed her thighs together at the incredible depiction of Wiatr’s ascension. “I wish I was there for it.”
“There for what?” Brennie peered over her shoulder and choked. “How did they find out about that?! I didn’t even get to see it because those sand witches pissed me off and I wasn’t going to disarm.” Brennie grumbled and squeezed Vinnie’s ass. “Damn, if Kevin and I saw that, we would’ve wife’d Wiatr faster.”
“Really, Brennie? ‘Wife’ her?” Vinnie huffed in amusement and put the comic back in it’s protective sleeve, which had sticky stains on it, the source obvious. How many times had Visi fapped to this issue? The question made the not-a-Jolteon wet. “Before we get turbo-horny from our wife’s lewd comics, maybe we should finally find out if your Alts have been negatively tampered with by being a sexy slime.”
“Fine.” Brennie sighed sadly and put some distance between her and Visi’s collection. Never destroy a person’s collection or you crush their souls along with it. “Okay, here we go…” Closing her eyes, she concentrated on what sort of Transformation she should become.
“C’mon~ Brennie! I wanna see your sexy- *whir-woop-choo-che-chit!* (https://youtu.be/pkdry54C0oU) -whoa!” Vinnie yelped when she found herself staring up at the Berserker; a heavily armored angular starfighter with so much firepower that instances where it appeared were considered myth! “So you were the ‘specter’ that saved the 501st legion at the Battle of Carthus Nebula!”
“Tell no one!” Brennie shouted over her loudspeakers bashfully, her red metal seeming redder.
“Alright~, but I’m the first to ride you.” Vinnie purred as she inspected this magnificent craft. “I should’ve known it was you. Who would be crazy enough to charge into and sometimes through enemy capital ships and emerge unscathed from it?” She giggled, looking over every nook and cranny of the aggressive starfighter. “How are your babies?”
“Scanning.” Brennie took a moment while her sister-wife checked out her turbolaser cannons on the nose, dorsal, ventral and forward-angled quad-wings along with the panels covering her extensive micro-missile batteries. Vinnie smiled when she found out how Brennie pierced through capital ships. Brennie has a sharp energy ram. No ship below frigate class can normally handle such a draining weapon. “Scan complete. My precious eggs are fine. It seems my slime is keeping them safe in their womb-bubbles even now.”
“Wonderful! Now we have to go find Rivala so I can join the slime side!” Vinnie eagerly declared as she poked at the cockpit canopy, which was heavily reinforced and wasn’t transparent, making it impressive that Vinnie spotted it at all. “After I go for a ride in you! Open up you sexy bitch! You’ve gotten to pilot me enough that I’m backlogged on returning the favor!”
“All aboard~!” Opening the cockpit, Brennie allowed Vinnie access inside and she got comfy. “Beginning synchronization~.” Brennie cooed before a massive metal dildo shot up from the seat into Vinnie’s quim and her wife howled with joy.
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“I don’t think this is too useful, Yoda.” I hummed as I balanced on a finger on top of a sharp metal spike without it piercing my membrane. The ease with which I accomplished this bemused me. I never tried it before, but despite my body’s voluptuous frame, I had no issue finding my balance and using the Force to keep me adhered and stationary atop the spike safely.
“Fun.” Uri uttered where she too was doing the same. If I didn’t have powerful platonic feelings for her, seeing the black beauty contorted in such a way would have had me enthralled. The fact my sexy self was in a similar position made me glad we were in a private training room.
“Hm, inherently skilled, you both are. Not counting innate species traits, predisposed to instinctive Force channelling, you are.” Yoda commented as he walked around us. “Traditional methods, ineffective they seem to be for you.” He looked to where that hot stone babe was doing the same exercise, her I had no issue perving on, but she was having trouble. “My student, however, practice she must.”
“H-hey. I’m bigger than you and I’m new to this.” The towering stone gargoyle gal huffed as she struggled to stay balanced on her own spike. Thankfully she was more durable than actual stone, so her mistakes didn’t lead to injury, just damaged pride.
“Big.” Uri unhelpfully uttered after she and I flipped to our paws and straightened our clothes.
“She means she’s twice the size of a standard luna-class moon, so she’s used to knowing how to move. She’s only this small because of that hot collar.” I spanked my friend’s yoga shorts-clad booty playfully and she preened. Hey, I can be handsy and platonic at the same time! Cool! I thought that whole ‘grab-ass’ thing jocks did in sports was weird, but I kinda get it now.
“Phenomenal, the species of this era are. Meditate I must on new training, that is all for today.” Yoda’s words were punctuated by the gray gargoyle in a matching pair of yoga shorts and sports bra falling over with a relieved groan.
“Hungry.” Uri blandly informed me and she side-hugged me as we left the training room.
“I should drink from my flask too, I’ve gotta donate slime to the fleet’s rations.” I agreed and retrieved my flask from my cleavage. “Hey~.” Only for Uri to nab it and take a quick swig.
“Fruity.” Uri’s eyes widened and she began chugging, so I shook my head with a roll of my eyes.
“I’ll want that back, ya know.” I snorted at my friend before I squeaked when a hand grabbed my tail and Uri paused with me, both of us looked back to see Marcus with his hands on both our tails. “Oh, hi Mark (https://youtu.be/hy4tbosuBfE). What’s-?” I perked when he wrapped his hands around our waists and pressed our breasts together with Uri and I facing each other. “Uh....”
“Okay.” Uri kissed me and my platonic friendzone was blasted into the romantic bonezone. I made out with Uri desperately as Marcus chuckled and carried us away.
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“So you’re a demon?” Amelia asked the wolf as she went over battle plans that had been drawn up for some of the systems the rebellion wanted to target. She was making several notes on how best to combat the UnSC and Corpus because she had training with one and experience against the other. This was more of an advisory role she’d been given and not exactly on a time crunch, so she decided to get to know the wolf Jane had ‘birthed’ in the comfort of her room.
“I guess. I’m clearly the same kind of shadow creature Midna and Ashley are, but aside from vague memories I don’t know who or what I was before Jane gave birth to me.” Link replied in uncertainty with Midna happily snuggled in her lap and nuzzling Link’s bosom through the wolfess’s hoodie. Link had promptly taken to wearing a tight black hoodie and jean shorts the moment she had wardrobe options.
“Don’t worry! Fama Midna will take care of you~!” Midna cooed happily into the sweater puppies of her fluffy new friend and surrogate daughter.
“That’s nice, but if you could figure out how you knocked up Tanya with her, that’d be great.” Amelia commented while she continued working on her suggestions for scenarios and special forces. What the Argentines knew before her arrival was both impressive yet lacking, so she had a bit of work cut-out for her in patching up the holes.
“Well, I have no clue. I don’t have a dick, we had lez-bean fun, but that shouldn’t allow it.” Midna shrugged and turned around, sitting down and using Link’s boobs as a headrest.
“Well, you are a warp god, maybe you used a dream?” Link suggested as she idly began braiding Midna’s orange hair, making the goddess smile and help gather up her rather excessive hair for the wolfess to put in order.
“I think I’d remember a dream with someone as sexy as you in it. It must be more instinctive than that.” Midna hummed and Link nodded in acceptance as she threaded the bright locks of hair together with surprising speed.
“Maybe you two should ask Tanya, since she was the one who initially would’ve given birth to Link.” Amelia suggested and then tutted at the assumption that there weren’t unique one-offs of the Rodi like the Labrys everywhere. Labrys may have been a pre-production prototype, but there were plenty of unique Rodi mobile suits in UnSC service custom to the pilot.
“Good idea. I want to meet the woman who would’ve been my mother. The memories I have of knocking her up metaphysically are still fresh and powerful.” Link blushed and hugged her fama to her chest a bit closer, squishing them around Midna’s head and making her sigh at the smooshy boobie heaven her neck and ears were being treated to.
“I’m afraid Tanya is busy acting as the liaison between our Mobile Suit divisions and our new ally’s similar units. She’ll be back tonight. The Legacy may be in drydock, but I’m not moving out of my quarters unless repairs are needed up here.” Amelia replied while she smiled in schadenfreude that whoever had to deal with the tiny terror was going to suffer a bit.
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A human this small and underage-looking should not be this imposing. “Do I have your attention?!” The blond floating human demanded like the ultimate drill sergeant.
“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” The Argentines weren’t used to short powerhouses like this woman. She exuded menace like an Empyreal!
“Good! Now, as annoying as this is for all of us, you’re all going to get along like best friends in basic! Potential fucking included! Now, do you have your designated battle buddy?!” Tanya the Terrible, as the ex-UnSC pilots referred to her as, demanded with continued fervor.
“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” The towering Argentines each had a scrawny local paired up with one of them. They were going to train with them and get used to each other’s equipment, combat tactics, the works. The fact the locals were far more varied than the Argentines physiologically was going to be interesting. While the Argentines didn’t practice eugenics or racism, they did prefer to put demons and other hardier species in the military over squishier races.
Wing-Commander Baptiste, a seasoned Tartarus Thestral, wasn’t so sure he felt comfortable with this human woman, barely half his height, being his wingmate. She certainly had the willpower and the magic potency, but for all that, he could barely imagine her tiny body being able to withstand maneuvers the Argentines used routinely.
Fuck, half of these locals looked like they’d snap like twigs if they even attempted an aborted barrel maneuver. Inertial dampening be damned. “Good! Now, since this is our first day, you’re going to spend it together with your new best friend. Get to know them or gods willing, I will shove a rifle up your ass and pull the trigger! Dismissed!” The crowd of soldiers, locals and veteran Argentines with decades of combat under their belts, fled, leaving Baptiste with her.
“Normally we do a parkour course that requires teamwork to start off.” Baptiste informed his new companion, only for the young woman to roll her eyes.
“Yeah, sure, rivalry breeds competitive team-building, but it also drives a wedge between those with fragile egos. Opening up this way, then putting them through the grinder results in more consistently stable wingmates.” Tanya replied and then hovered out of the large training chamber towards the exit and Baptiste followed. The red and black demon thestral was easily three times her size in mass, yet she casually levitated to be head-height with his 8 foot stature.
“Competitive team-building?” He asked her in confusion and Tanya realized a glaring difference in the Argentine’s culture. They see it as comradery, a way to build each other up.
“Ah, so you’re not stuck with tribalistic mindsets like the majority of species in our dimension. Whatever, this will still help my worthless sacks of shit adjust to your far superior walls of meat.” Tanya shrugged and led Baptiste to a lounge where several of the newly-paired people were either awkwardly or enthusiastically chatting in moderate privacy.
“Patience. We just need to be patient with one another.” Baptiste assured and Tanya scoffed.
“Patience is for sages, monks and old people. Now, spill, are you married?” Tanya promptly demanded as if it was a casual question.
“Uh, no. Single.” Baptiste answered awkwardly, since the reason for the question was obvious.
“Good, that makes the potential grab-ass we might get up to later less awkward. Now, what’s your favorite color?” Oh boy...
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Marcus dropped the frantically kissing and groping duo on his bed with a victorious grin. Jane and Uri were frigging each other with a desperation that was adorable. They couldn’t even wait to get into a private room before they dug their hands into each other’s yoga shorts and started fingering one another. “I just knew that wasn’t a platonic connection between you two.”
“Nyuh~! Uri! Ah!” Jane was overwhelmed by Uri’s superior strength and found herself pinned to the bed with her yoga shorts torn open at the groin and the dragoness’s tail cramming deeply into her quim. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me~!”
“Yes!” Uri panted and Marcus took a seat at the desk to watch the explosion of desire he’d set off. He wasn’t as ridiculously horny as his sire, but he was raised in an oversexed environment by sexy people around sexy people. His siblings were similarly deviant, but at least he and they never went as far as their parents, aunts and whatnot.
“Marcus? I’m surprised you’re-oh wow.” Luster Dawn entered the room with her horn shimmering, meaning she likely used magic to track him down for something. “Um, Marcus, I have an important development to show you, but...wow.”
“Yeah, I know.” Marcus chuckled as Jane keened in orgasm and kept trying to return the favor, but Uri was determined to drive Jane insane with pleasure and kept easily rebuffing her attempts to get at the dragoness’s own soaked slit. “I’m not exactly in a stable relationship, but I always enjoy seeing someone I’m involved with find someone they click with even more.”
“That’s mature of you.” Luster Dawn commented as she hovered over to him to float at head-height, like she was sitting in midair at chair-level with him. “So, I guess talking about business isn’t okay right now?” Luster asked sheepishly while rubbing her thighs together and watching the black beauty dominate the silver slime with ease.
“We can do both.” Marcus suggested to her with a shrug. “I mean, Jane and I did it. Even though you two are gonna get married to my parents. Still, what sort of developments did you want to show me?” He asked the deeply flustered Luster, who pouted hard at him. “...Wait, you wanted to do me, too?!”
“Dude, you’re huge. Not just your dick. You’re basically your dad in all the best ways and he’s hot both as a guy and as a gal. I’d have to be dead to not wanna bang you.” Luster Dawn huffed and blushed when Jane hysterically began chanting Uri’s name and begging to somehow be bred by the dragoness. “However, at the same time, I’m a bit not in the mood right now. No matter how aroused I’m getting, I’m not in the right headspace.”
“Ah, the ‘work-killed’ anti-boner. I know that agony. You want to get off, but you don’t feel like it. It’s a shitty place to be.” Marcus commiserated with the beautiful mare and idly thought of the irony that the overly sexy Zerg who had an affinity for using maykr wings and leg-tendrils along with wearing a bikini top and bottom everywhere, was currently cunt-blocking herself.
“I know, but at least it’s because I’m more excited about my work than-.” Jane shrieked and then began pooling into an insensate puddle of fucked-out silvery slime on the bed as Uri began cramming said goo into her sodden snatch, grinding her breasts into the puddle as she fed her hungry kitty with as much as she could. “Fuck that’s...damn it. Can’t do it. Anyway, I solved the logistics issue of my forces, at least in troop transport and air support.”
“What might that be?” Marcus asked as he wrapped an arm around Luster’s thin waist and she blushed as she let him pull her onto his lap with her hands on his uniform-covered pecs and looking up into his face with an adorably meek expression.
“I-I. Jane bought me a Harvester, I used him to make him into the template for the Zarv.” Luster pressed her bikini-clad boobs into his lower pecs and gulped. “My gosh you’re huge.” She bit her lip when he groped her nearly-naked booty, her pink-furred flesh squishing between his fingers just enough with the firmness beneath the healthy layer of fat. “Mar-mm.”
Marcus kissed the mare, because she’s beautiful and although he knew her as a little filly, she was a grown mare now and if she wanted and needed some attention, who was he to let something as unimportant as an age gap be the issue when he doesn’t age? “Yes!” Marcus looked aside to see Jane was pouring herself into Uri’s vagina, driving the beauty to orgasm as her belly bloated with the unbirthed slime.
“Hey~. Don’t ignore me now that you’ve got me all wet.” Luster Dawn huffed with a cute pout as she wrapped her six leg-tendrils around his waist while grinding her groin into his lap.
“Sorry. Now, where were we~?” Marcus grunted with a cheeky smile as he felt his pants being undone by the mare’s tendrils while her hands squeezed his pecs. “Condom?”
“Doesn’t matter. I can’t have babies, no matter how much I want them.” Luster sniffled and Marcus felt horrible for forgetting that for a moment. “Besides, you’d be helping me make more drones, so go bareback and help your lusty Zerg Queen breed her army.” Luster did a cheesy salute with a wink and stuck-out tongue.
“Yes ma’am.” Marcus chuckled and enjoyed her gasp when her tendrils fished out his two-foot bitch-breaker red-rocket that slapped the front of her body and snapped her bikini top’s strap. It wedged between her basketball breasts and poked at her lips, which she promptly used to suck on his glans and used her boobs to give him a titjob while her leg-tendrils wrapped around his similarly enormous balls in his Inventory.
“Mm~. Wow you taste good…” Luster mumbled and kept worshiping him as he relaxed. She gyrated her body against him until she rose up and began to take him in. “Oh~, I need this~...”

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Ch.66
Ch.66
Edward restrained himself from taking the beautiful wolfess from the galley to ravish her and merely made small-talk over breakfast. Rico, Vinnie, Kevin and Brennie were equally having a hard time keeping things PG for the kid’s sake. When Visilia called them up and left messages about what Jane told Brennie to do, Edward and them all felt a powerful desire to act on it immediately.
Nobody has ever so thoroughly encouraged that they do what they wanted deep down about this universe, not even Visilia, who out of concern for the masses, feared for what the complete loss of the gods would do to society. However, despite how shit everything is, life still went on with the gods AFK. If they can just clean up this one last mess, whatever happens after is for the survivors to decide for themselves.
Still, the incorrigible Goddess of Freedom, Soul and Force just chatted everyone up and got updates on the situation while chugging James Hawkins’s cum from her flask. The casual sensuality was incredible considering the person exuding it was so wonderful in their eyes.
When she left with that damn little troll, Yoda, along with the black beauty of a dragoness, Uri, he and the rest fought against interrupting her training for something more fun and then gathered with Marcus and other chief Argentines aboard theVengeful Retributor since even though she’s docked for repairs, she’s still the fleet’s flagship.
“So, how have things been for our own?” Vinnie was the first to ask their staff at the table. Rex was still here, but much to Visi’s apparent relief, it wasn’t in a leadership role. Edward was of the same mind. The stallion had set the bar for himself too high and needed to work up to it once he was sure that was what he wanted rather than believe it was his responsibility.
“Everything has been going smoothly so far, but we are wondering when to drop the charade?” The Admiral questioned and everyone sighed.
“You know we have to hold back, as much as I would like to storm this galaxy, we can’t. We don’t know everything our enemy has in store. Still, we can loosen up the restriction and give our old models to the locals for usage.” Edward intoned as they felt now was the right time to give unto the worthy, those who have earned the right. Hopefully Jane and the others wouldn’t be too upset or floored at being tricked by their Argentine allies. However, they didn’t look their gift horse in the mouth and now they were in for a surprise.
“Oh! How are our Force-Users doing~?” Vinnie sang her question in joy.
“They’re doing pretty well, actually. However, you need to clear some things up with Lady Silver and the others. They’ve either taken it out of context or we miscommunicated with them.” Helvex informed them to which they nodded in agreement.
“Considering how much animosity we said we had for the Sith and Jedi, I think she may believe the wrong things.” Edward voiced and everyone groaned. “We’ll just have to set the record straight. It’s not like we’re perpetuating the misconception we don’t have Force-users.” One doesn’t go to a Star Wars universe and come back without some dimensional bleed. Damned midi-chlorians, the things get everywhere, like sand.
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“So, this book was meant fer me? What took so long?” I asked in bemusement after Ani, a towering power-armored yak interrupted my meditation with Uri and Yoda to give me a hard-backed thin book with pages made from standard 11x9 printer paper that was wax-treated.
“It was difficult to get our hands on suitable wax. We don’t half-ass important literature, especially in the face of it being useful for far more people than anticipated. The printing press some of those raskvel have repaired will be going hot for a while.” Ani informed me as I opened the book to find the forward was written by him and there was even an index.
“Bemused, I am. Why make books, when open-source data, there is?” Yoda questioned in confusion and I nodded in agreement. Going through the trouble of making books was odd.
“Because it...felt right.” Ani admitted and I perked, focusing more on him. Whoa, okay. So disciplined or quiet people like Uri and Ani seem to be naturally attuned to the Force. “I was worried about that. I don’t have the free time to train in this along with my duties and other training. I will ask Captain Atano for permission to join you for lessons.”
“Cool.” Uri commented and I nodded in agreement. The big, burly guy had the potential, he should be allowed to cultivate it if he wants to.
“I hope to see ya join us. Yew’ll have to get outta that armor, though. A lot of the training focuses on self-reflection, inner-peace and acceptance. Without those, yew’ll have to learn how to constructively channel yer emotions so they don’t consume ya or alter yer personality.” I informed him and the quiet yak nodded before he left us be.
“Hm, a solemn soldier, he is.” Yoda took the book from me through the Force when I held it towards him and he hummed as he looked it over. “Unknown script to me, this is, but the Force grants understanding.” Yoda began reading in earnest and I joined my new lover in sitting in the lotus position. I closed my eyes like her’s were, but then a thought came to me.
“Wait, Uri, aren’t there Force-Sensitives within the Argentine ranks?” I asked since she was from their side of the dimensional boundary.
“No.” Uri promptly answered and I remembered the Marines saying something about how much of a sensitive topic it was.
“Right, sorry I asked.” I apologized promptly, sensing that even for her it wasn’t pleasant.
“Fine.” All is forgiven and once more I am in the good graces of my beautiful black dragoness.
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“Behold! The Zarv~!” Luster Dawn declared to Marcus, the Marines, Visi, among other high-ranked Argentines in the hangar of the Vengeful Retributor. The zerg she presented was a Harvester, a feral beast that caused all kinds of trouble in the Milky Way, especially when they were converted into attack/dropships by the Heretic Geth and later the Collectors.
“*Adorable bassy purr/gurgle*!” The sinfully cute gray/green lizard/bug hybrid with Zerg spines in places bellowed and nuzzled Luster’s head. The nearly-naked pink faux-alicorn/maykr giggled and hugged it’s head, burying its face in her boobs.
“Yes, Zarv, you cutie! I’m so proud of you~! Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy~?” Luster said with a progressively more cringy ‘baby voice’ to her deadly giant pet.
“Uh, isn’t that a galactic pest?” Vinnie asked and the monstrosity hid behind his mistress.
“No, no, you’re not a pest, sweetie! She’s just ignorant!” Luster hurriedly comforted the clearly intelligent creature and pet his scalp. “While you’ve been gone, the Harvesters have obtained lower tribal intelligence. Still mostly animals, but on the verge of proper uplifting.”
“They’re not gone, are they?” Visilia was worried that a species on the verge of becoming fully sapient might have gone extinct from overhunting due to them being a nuisance.
“Not at all. They’re nearly as prevalent across the Three Galaxies as Thresher Maws. They’ve become less of a nuisance and don’t rip entire trees out of the ground anymore. That’s why they were called Harvesters in the first place, y’know. They’d make off with whole trees of fruit at once.” Luster Dawn informed them of that bit of trivia. Makes sense since they were opportunistic omnivores and wouldn’t attack live prey.
“So, did you find a cure for the rasks?” Brennie asked as she and Visi rubbed their stomachs.
“Well, Hildra’s eggs should’ve hatched today. I’ll check on them later. If I found the cure for their ADHD and learning disabilities, I’ll let you know so I can help your cute little shorties grow up to be stable members of society. I can even distribute it to adults with a bit of modification.” Luster Dawn declared before patting Zarv’s head. “So, what do you think about my air-force?”
“They’ll help you out immensely. Yet this one is more...special.” The Harvester perked up at Brennie’s praise for him.
“Oh, no, this is Zarv, the Template for the Zarvs. The rest won’t be as cute and smart as him.” Luster went goo-goo voiced at her pet at the end and he crooned happily.
“Marcus, your future waifu is adorable.” Rico joked down at his nephew and Marcus rubbed his temple while his cheeks fluffed up in a blush.
“You mean our future waifu.” Brennie corrected with a shake of her head, which only made her son glow brighter.
“...What?” Kevin asked after a short pause and Visilia sighed long-sufferingly.
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After Yoda read the book, which was fairly short, he told me to read it either on my own time or at the next session tomorrow, stating he learned more about the Force in an hour than he had his entire tenure as a Jedi. I kissed Uri goodbye since she still had to ‘move out’ of Marcus’s room if she was migrating to my harem, then said goodbye to the gargoyle.
She had no name, I hope to fix that, but she never had a name and didn’t see the point. Hopefully Yoda’s lessons help her define herself past her carnal nature and choose to become a more complete person. I stretched to help set my membrane and took my flask from my cleavage to chug and build up excess slime. When I rounded the corner, I yelped when I tripped over someone short enough for my tits to hide them.
I landed groin-first on someone’s face and they wrapped their arms around my hips to squeeze my yoga-pant clad ass, since I preferred to be in spandex bottoms and a sports bra for exercise or training. “This is a perfect ass.” They muffled into my groin and I shuddered when they nuzzled my cooch with kisses.
“H-hey, let me up.” I huffed and wriggled off of them to reveal it was Hildra. “Heh, perfect ass, ya have that title.” I chuffed and spanked the cyborg on her glorious booty which should have fucking songs written about it, making her cackle and bat at me playfully.
“I’m not the only work of art around here. Anyway, today my eggs finally hatched!” Hildra declared and I perked up happily. That meant the eggs Hildra and Shekka crammed into Brennie and I that got taken by Visi, along with all the ones Brennie got stuffed with, could now get the gene therapy! That is...if it worked.
“So, are they…?” I asked probingly and Hildra shrugged.
“Not a fucking clue. They were surprisingly quiet little rugrats and were easy to breastfeed compared to normal, though. I’m hoping to run into Luster so she can check them out, but she’s in orbit with the bigwigs talking about important shit.” Hildra replied and I remembered.
“Oh, she must’ve taken Zarv up to show him off. I bought her a Harvester to use fer her troops as air-support and transport. She wouldn’t have forgotten about yer eggs, she’ll get to them.” I assured the shortstack, who smiled meekly and took my hands in her’s. I blinked as she threaded our fingers and I felt myself warm up at the Love I felt from her.
“Ever since you crazy people came into my life, shit’s been fantastic. If you didn’t, I’d still be fixing garbage for a living and popping out the eggs of strangers without a care. Now I just wanna have eggs with only you guys and fix shit that matters.” She leaned up, so I met her halfway for a chaste smooch on the lips. “Thanks, for being you.”
“Shut up ‘afore I take ya to a room and have ya fuck me full o’ eggs again.” I chuckled wetly and stood up with her. “Well, I’m gonna go and see what the hell is happening to my mobile.” I hugged the little woman and Hildra parted from me with a happy sway to her hips.
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“Hm, so nice wearing you.” Quedia moaned as she watched the holo with Jester fucking her gently without even needing to move outwardly. “Especially since you moved the babies from your womb to mine, you naughty knave.” Quedia purred lowly as the thick dick lodged in her vagina vibrated and slowly moved in and out of her sopping wet love tunnel. Bask was at work and that left Quedia all alone with her now-beloved lewd living suit.
“And when Bask fucks me with you in me? You kept blanking out.” Jester cooed and Quedia gasped in orgasm as she twitched and spasmed around Jester’s length. “I can’t believe how incredible this is. No wonder Ivara Prime never separates from Kasumi.”
“Say my name and I appear!” Kasumi declared from the couch next to them and while Quedia jolted, Jester remained perfectly still and kept gently fucking her lover. “So, another Prime claims a beautiful woman as her eternal pet. Trust me, this arrangement is the best.”
“She’s biased because she gets to be pleasured anytime, anywhere.” Ivara Prime chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Jester’s waist. “So, how did you ultimately manifest your abilities? Whenever we manage to reconnect with Urta, she’ll want to know all about how you developed.”
“I have more stable illusory clones thanks to that Wukong, my traps have been replaced with an ability similar to Revenant’s Reave, I outright buff myself for more offensive power and evasion speed regardless of light levels. Lastly: my disco ball stays with me, I can’t throw it anymore.” Jester replied while groping Ivara’s ass with one hand and her closer boob with the other hand.
“My, my. Such powerful mutations. Maybe we should see what breeding with her will do~.” Kasumi purred and Quedia mewled in pleasure since Jester never stopped.
“Mm~. Perhaps, but we’re at war. It’s bad enough they’re pregnant. Maybe they should be the mother in that case?” Ivara hummed and Jester came, causing Quedia to follow.
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“Three? You only have three types of Atlans?” Tanya blinked as she and the other locals were shown the War Master, Paladin and Colossal. The War Master class Titan was built for close quarter engagements, the Paladin class Titan for defensive means that works in tangent with the Colossal class Titan, since it is a Heavy Weapons platform. “The mixed unit spread is sensible, but how don’t you have more? Even irregulars or holdovers?”
“Our military doesn’t revolve around the Atlans. Most specialist roles are easily filled with standard armor or starfighters. That said, while our Atlans are superior in quality, your people’s Mobile Suits have us beat out in variety. It’s partly why we’re partnered up, to learn how to respond to the many types of potential enemies.” Baptiste explained with a shrug of his wings.
“True, but you guys seem to beat us in the fashion department.” Tanya teased since both the War Master and Paladin have more ornamentation, including a genuine surcoat on the chest with the Themis crest proudly emblazoned. “You guys put a tent of cloth on the chest and even have a bit at the groin dangling all fancy-like? Swish.”
“Yeah, it’s tradition. Frontliners have always been our standard-bearers and the War Master and Paladin are the forward models, but the Colossal is left bare because it is not meant to be on the front. Also, all the artillery it fires would ruin the surcoat in minutes.” Baptiste informed the tiny human as they went through the hangar. “While we have only three, they were versatile enough to combat the Hell Titans. True, we could’ve made more variants, but there was no point. As you could already tell, these classes were birthed by the Crusaders, Defenders and Gunners.”
“Our only available model is the Rodi, but the Rodi has several different loadouts that drastically alter its role. The standard, basic loadout is the Garm. Lightly armored and quick, but lacking the thruster power to escape a planet’s gravity well. The space-specialist is the Man, able to fly in space at high velocity with heavy armor, but cannot move well planetside. Then there’s the Landman, able to perform both roles, but is prohibitively expensive in comparison.” Tanya pointed out as they passed the said units.
“You only have three?” Baptiste said teasingly and Tanya punched him in the shoulder playfully.
“On hand. The Rodi has several other loadouts, but they’re specialist kits meant for support or overspecialization. With these shorties and your facilities, you could easily produce more Rodi units. Not like that one though.” Tanya pointed at the six-armed mobile suit that just pulled into the hangar. “I have no fucking clue what that one is. It must’ve been a prototype.”
“Kya~! Ahru! Don’t do that in my cockpit~!” A woman’s voice wailed from the unique Rodi.
“Actually, that’s Lucatiel. She’s a cybertronian who has that form as her Alt. She’s a superior construction unit and is the sole reason the Infinity is back in full working order so soon. She’s now working on repairs on the Legacy and Vengeful Retributor.” Baptiste informed the tiny terror as a cyan raskvel male descended from Luca’s cockpit on the exit cable.
“Would you know what that little fella did to make her squeak so cutely?” Tanya asked curiously while the cyan rabbit-reptile scampered off with a victorious cackle as Luca mewled.
“Likely something lewd. These little pests may be great at repair work, better than most engineers even, but they’re so sexually preoccupied it’s amazing they can even function.” Baptiste huffed disapprovingly. He wasn’t racist, quite the opposite, but clearly the raskvel needed gene therapy to help overcome such a debilitation. Taint truly is evil. No offense to the Empyreals and Lord Hunter.
“Damn, I’ve gotta take one of those shorties for a spin, then. Anyway, I have the unique red Landman Rodi here. I use advanced targeting systems and long-range sniper rifles with heat bayonets instead of the standard smg and crush cleaver. I’m a commander on the frontline and I have to have a view of everything, so I hang back and provide support fire while directing my troops.” Tanya informed her towering demon thestral partner.
“I pilot a Paladin, so I suppose I’ll be your shield while you attack behind my cover.” Baptiste hummed with a look at Tanya’s vessel. Aside from having the orange replaced with red, her Landman Rodi also had more visual sensors on the head. “Does it have a name?”
“Type 97.” Baptiste scrunched his brow and she rolled her eyes. “In the UnSC, we aren’t allowed to name our mobile suits or fighters. They frown upon that much individuality being expressed beyond the thankfully loose fraternization regulations. My loadout is ‘Variant Type 97’. Don’t ask about 96 and especially 95.” Tanya’s left eye twitched dangerously.
“Just give your vessel a damn name for identification.” Baptiste groaned in annoyance.
“No. This was a burden placed upon me by those who once were my superiors. I have no emotional attachment to it. If it was further enhanced now that I’m not being constantly sent to fix the fuck-ups of idiots, then I’ll name her. I already have a name in mind.” Tanya said with a wistful expression up at her combat craft.
“Well, all of your crafts need to pass through the engineering corps now that they’ve managed to corral the raskvel and gabliani enough to not just run roughshod everywhere fixing everything. What will be her name afterward, since we’ll definitely be upgrading the power plant system at the least?” Baptiste requested in gentle curiosity, because as a veteran, he knew that face.
“Oh, well then. I guess I’ll name her Visha.” Tanya said with a sad smile.
“A fine name. Now, what was this about mobile suit sports?” Baptiste asked as they left.

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Ch.67
“So, Jimbo, have they had any luck getting our suits separated?” I asked my sexy, hopefully future husbando up in the hangar of the Greek Galvanizer, one of the forge ships brought here from Devorak. She was mostly a giant molecular nanoforge in the center, based off of Nexus’s womb, but nowhere near as effective. If anyplace could figure out what’s up with our mechs, it was the eggheads on this ship with the aid of the gabs and rasks.
“Not yet. They may need us for that since even though the Argentines can activate most of the systems, it’s soft-locked to us.” Jimbo replied as he walked alongside me towards the lab where the Zaku Khan was being examined.
“Well shit.” I groaned with a blush knowing how that might go. “It must need both of us inside then, all trussed-up to each other again.”
“Oh, goodie.” Jimbo grumbled as he rubbed my back. “Sorry to inconvenience you.”
“Oh, no, I happen to enjoy it. I’m just embarrassed that it’s so awkward.” I replied before we entered the lab to see the Zaku Khan in its docking berth on the wall. It had raskvel all over it, providing info to gabliani, who then relayed the summaries to the scinoxes. “Heya, where’re we needed?” I asked the most important-looking scinox, because no way was a gab in charge.
“You two are the pilots right? You may have to get back inside your Combi-Mech and get a feel for it.” The Scinox replied as she looked over what the gab was showing her.
“Figured as much, let’s get this over with.” Jimbo said and I yelped when he picked me up, tossing me up onto his shoulder like I weighed nothing when I knew damn well I was hundreds of pounds. I got moist in the mons from being manhandled by the studly changeling as he flew us up with his powerful buzzing wings to the open cockpit. He moved inside and faced forward before putting me down with my back against him. “Initiate Mobile Trace System.”
“Initializing...confirmed, Combi-Mech pilots present. Activating Mobile Trace System.” I stayed still and let the nanomachine bodysuit wrap around us. This time, Jimbo didn’t have a boner, so it was less awkward. “Zaku Khan activated.” I stayed still when my POV changed to the Khan and the eggheads ramped up their examinations.
“So...ya here often?” I quietly muttered with mild amusement.
“Can we not? They can hear us.” Jimbo whispered and I had to fight a snicker.
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“Hm~!” Brennie grunted and panted out of her nose as she gulped the endless stream of Jimmy’s semen from the flask that was strapped to her face. It was time to let these rask eggs out so Luster Dawn could apply the gene therapy to them. When Brennie was asked how she wanted to do it, she decided she wanted to experience the mind-blowing explosive birth method she witnessed Jane and Rivala go through. So here she was: three 12-foot wide spheres and swelling, getting tantalizingly closer to detonation!
“Hmph~!” Visilia muffled from next to her, going through a similar experience, but she was much, much bigger than her wife, so full of eggs was she. Her breasts were 15-foot spheres gushing goo-milk, her body was 40 feet wide and growing with each gulp from her own flask. Brennie’s belly was swelling faster though, due to Pandora laying her eggs inside of her, meaning Brennie was going to easily double in size before she popped!
“It’s orgasmic, isn’t it? I’d like to experience this myself, but as you all know, I can’t have actual babies. Yet.” Luster Dawn hovered around the two growing broodmothers, trailing her leg tendrils on the taut and tightening membranes of the two baby bombs getting ready to go off in her hatchery, which was full of her drones preparing the spaces and process of applying the gene therapy, which has resulted in Hildra’s babies being much more intelligent and calm.
“Oh~! I can’t wait until I get my hands on Rivala so I can experience this too!” Vinnie panted and drooled as she groped herself at the sight of her pregnant wives cumflating themselves to burst with babies. “Any idea where she is?” Vinnie asked Luster, since she was Rivala’s mate.
“Normally she’s my Belly Pet, but with how involved my womb is in my work, that’s been sadly rare these days. She’s off floating around, doing her own thing since she doesn’t want to be stuck around my egghead rambling and doesn’t want to bug Jane when she’s so busy. She might be with Khorgan, getting to know our beefy mate.” Luster shrugged and Vinnie sighed.
“Mm~!” Brennie moaned into the flask and sucked harder when she felt a surge of eggs fill her womb. Pandora must’ve decided to open the floodgates, because now she was matching Visi in fundal height. Brennie orgasmed several times and almost passed out, but she kept quaffing the fruity cum, determined to experience the end result wide awake. She could see the eggs through her membrane now, having stretched so thin around her ‘amniotic’ slime and the eggs that her opaque metallic red goo was transparent.
“Mm~! Mm~!” Visilia wailed through her nose, her own membrane similarly translucent when she breached 50 feet in diameter. She squealed in orgasm, chugging cum-. *Bloosh!* Brennie came at the sight of her wife exploding in slime and eggs, which safely clattered to the ground in a floor-covering puddle of the mare’s goo. Visi coalesced into her usual form with her panting and running her hands over her body amidst the small field of speckled eggs. “Oh~! That was amazing! I want to give birth like that from now on!”
“Fuck~!” Vinnie wailed, at some point having driven as many fingers into her puffy pussy as possible to frig herself to orgasm at the sight. “Go Brennie! Burst with those babies!” Vinnie cheered her on while Zasks began gathering up the eggs as the Creep on the floor, walls and ceiling absorbed most of Visi’s offcast slime.
She didn’t need to bother! Brennie was cumming every few gulps, her brain was turning to mush! She wanted to feel it, be aware of it! She didn’t have long before-! *Bloosh!* Ecstasy~! Unbridled ecstasy~! Everything is stars! Brennie came so fucking hard that it took the term ‘explosive orgasm’ so literally she might as well have dipped her soul into pure liquid fuck!
She came to what must’ve only been seconds later, but was a blissful eternity for her, groping her breasts and panting like the wanton breeding bitch she was even though slimes don’t breathe beyond to speak. “Holy fuck~.” Brennie decided there was no way she’d ever give birth the traditional way again if she could help it. “Best. Thing. Ever. Gotta tell Wiatr and the rest.”
“Fuck yeah.” Visilia panted from nearby and Brennie realized she’d been moved next to her wife and so she reached over, threading her fingers together with her love. “Brennie. I’m never going back to being flesh after that. It was too amazing.” Brennie nodded, she was won over.
Besides, Vinnie coaxing her to take her male form as a slime had already convinced her that being goo was too damn Sexy. If she reverted, she might end up handicapping herself, like what happens to Wiatr’s sister, Aventurine, when she downsizes any of her oversexed features. Poor girl, she has such reverse size envy for more petite figures only because it hurts to be smaller.
“Girls. I need to experience that! As soon as we find Rivala, I’m wishing to be a cyber slime like you two!” Vinnie declared when she entered their field of vision and helped them to their respective paws and hooves. “Now, we should leave unless we have more business with Luster. She’s in full-on mad scientist mode, cackling about ‘saving the rask race’.”
“Hold on.” Brennie huffed and slapped her abs. “Pandora, you okay? You didn’t show up when I burst.” Brennie wasn’t too worried, but for some reason, Pandora didn’t appear with the eggs when Brennie had popped like an oversized bubble with all of the eggs crammed into her body.
“Oh, yeah~.” Pandora answered with a sigh of satisfaction. “I’m beyond good. I should try that myself sometime, but machine-gunning out eggs from three places at once was epic too.”
“She’s fine. Okay, let’s leave and-are they?” Brennie blinked at the sight of Zasks carrying backpacks out of the Hatchery. “She’s distributing the cure to adults too?”
“Yeah, so let’s go rest in a room while you two wax poetic about how glorious being slime is.” Vinnie pulled her two red metallic slime wives away from the budding chaos as Luster Dawn laughed maniacally.
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“Whoa...holy shit.” Shekka huffed after being hit with the syringe a Zask jabbed in her arm. She put a hand to the wall and then clutched her brow with the other. The chaotic mess that was her mind began suddenly making sense. She shuddered and sat down to let the changes to her brain happen without her standing like a moron as the orange false-rask scurried off.
The world was suddenly patterns, as if she could see the mathematical formulas that composed reality. She looked at her red scaly hands, seeing shapes and textures she never imagined. She was worried she was just high, but eventually the experience settled in. She could see math! What the absolute fuck? Shekka stood up and carefully traversed the halls of the Bebop.
She could see the design in everything, she could tell instinctively what went where, why and how. She passed another rask, who paused and looked at her. “You too? Are you seeing math too?” He asked and raked his cyan fingers through his orange plumage as she nodded. “Holy shit. This is incredible. I need to lie down, though…”
“Good idea.” Shekka patted his shoulder and started for her own room, only to belatedly realize something. A cute rask boy mentioned lying down and her brain didn’t immediately seek to turn that into an opportunity to have sex. This revelation stunned her so much she barely realized she was in bed before it happened and she was cuddled up to Hildra. “You too?”
“Everything makes sense now…” Hildra whispered almost reverently and the lovers closed their eyes, hoping the universe wouldn’t be so overwhelming when they woke from their nap.
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Jane and Jim had been stuck standing as still as possible for hours. It was nearing dinnertime and both of them were bored to tears. Well, as bored as being plastered against a sexy person could be when neither of them could move. Jim in particular was having great difficulty not trying to put his hands on the wolfess stuck to his front. She tasted so good. Her emotions were so blatant and clear. This whole time she’s been a heady font of arousal tinged with boredom.
However, things immediately ground to a halt when a team of orange emotionless raskvel burst in and began jabbing the raskvel assistants with hypodermic needles! It was quick, seemingly painless, but then the victims began wobbling and looking high as fuck while exuding emotions of awe and confusion. The perpetrators were quickly apprehended by Argentine guards and scinoxes, but the swift assault squad had already jabbed all 30+ rasks in the lab.
“...That was unexpectedly quick. I think Lusty is going a bit mad with power if she’s forcing the cure on as many rasks she can get her drones to.” Jane commented uneasily as she wriggled against him, making Jim grunt at the pleasurable sensation. “MTS, deactivate!”
“Error, copilot is not the majority user.” Jane’s death-glare up at him almost made Jim get a fear boner along with the potent irritation and frustration she tasted like.
“MTS, deactivate.” Jim promptly echoed and the nanosuit pinning them together melted into the collection sieve of the floor, leaving them back in their normal clothes as the cockpit door opened. “What’s this about a cure?” Jim asked as they exited and before she could jump, he scooped her up by the waist, making her yip adorably before he flew them down.
“I’m slime, y’know.” Jane huffed cutely with her cheeks puffed up in a blush and he savored the happiness, arousal and Love coming from her up to the point she jumped out of his arms and approached the scinox scientist who had been in charge. “Okay, Luster Dawn just rather forcefully injected yer rask assistants with what I’m betting is the cure fer their ADHD and predisposition to sex.”
“Everything. It’s all interconnected. Everything.” The nearest rask, a pink-scaled and red-plumed male, uttered as if in the throes of a psychedelic journey. His emotions were awe through and through, no longer confused. The rest of the ‘victims’ were similarly in a ‘woke’ state and seemed unprepared to walk or function normally just yet.
“This is a rather intense shift for a single injection. I understand that Luster Dawn is a Zerg and thus has mastery over biology, but not everything is tied to the physical. She’s just caused a species of immense Taint to go in an opposite direction. There must be some form of repercussion for this.” The scinox scientist declared severely.
Jim was going to ask how that could manifest, only for portals to appear near the head of every Raskvel, and from them came...vibrant-to-dull colored fluffy raptor things without scales all under 3 feet tall? “Uh-.” Jim was suddenly slammed with an insane volume of emotions. These things were primal, simple creatures possessed by the simplest impulses!
However, they weren’t violent. “You wanna hump?” One of the nearest ones asked and they began to promptly attempt to fornicate with each other regardless of sex, but the scinox scientist gathered them up in a field of magic and then teleported them away.
“Oh no, not them.” The scientist bemoaned with exasperation.
“What are those things? They’re...nutty.” Jim asked in curious concern.
“Yinglets (https://www.deviantart.com/valsalia/art/The-Val-Salia-Regional-Field-Guide-The-Yinglets-451321558).” The scinox growled as if the very word was a curse.
“Oh no, I read that comic! Those poor things!” Jane declared with despair. “If fixing the Rasvel created them-!”
“They weren’t created, they were brought by this universe demanding some form of Taint to replace the Taint that had been snuffed out by bringing stability to the Raskvel so quickly. If Luster Dawn had taken her time and done this slower, we wouldn’t have horny little snail-eating rats to put up with now. You can leave, it’s not like we’ll be getting anything done for a few days.” The scientist stormed out while Argentines helped the gabliani gather their altered kin.
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“I hate my life.” Emelia muttered as she walked from the office to her home on Aiur II. “I hate my traitorous sister. I hate my job in ONI. I hate having to hide that I'm ONI. I hate pretending to work for the asshole CEO of the UnSC.” All of this was subvocalized so there was no hope of anyone hearing her rant. Her ‘hate’ for her ‘traitorous’ sister was only because now she had to pretend to ‘actually’ hate said sister.
Her fury was enhanced by the fact that the UnSC set her sister up. She was doing her job just fine, then some of the sleazeballs in the chain of command decided to use the same psionic suggestion device that sent Urta on a genocidal rampage on that poor bug-boy, James Hawkins. She’s just lucky her sister is still alive because he had better targets to attack.
The covcat huffed as she held up her omni-implanted left forearm to the door panel of her home and after a bleep, it slid aside and allowed her in. She then groaned and undid her top before her breasts bloomed back to their proper full size. Using subtle size-constraint magic like this was tiring unlike the standard method. The nipple pasties she’d had on to restrain her huge hooters fell away and the ONI agent fondled herself to get some feeling-.
“Agent BLACK BOX. Report?” A screen on her fridge asked and she went to grab dinner.
“Everything is progressing as anticipated. The UnSC bigwigs think they actually got the better end of the deal, hurting the Corpus so much by expending their disposable assets like they’d planned all along. Too bad for them they just wasted an ace in a game of high stakes poker.” Emilia grabbed the pre-packed dinner ingredients and tossed it into the food-fabricator. Only rich or privileged people get access to one, let alone own one. This was a rental unit.
“Site of potentials?” Her holo entertainment center asked when she moved past it towards her bathroom. The fabricator would take several minutes for the meal she requested, time enough for a brisk shower.
“They’ve all joined up and my spy drone was found by a Ghost, so I think Hunter is with them. Data was inconclusive for a full assessment of all assets present.” Emilia reported as she stripped naked. She then got into the shower, a combination of sonic and traditional shower. “Oh~.” Emilia groaned in enjoyment since her whole body vibrated along with getting water kneaded through her fur within moments and washing away the day’s grime.
“Risk is elevated. Make contact with a Ghost before they assume the worst of us.” Emilia’s mirror typed out as a camera in her shower zoomed in.
“I’ll try, but you know there’s never any guarantees with the Argentines.” Emilia groaned back before she shut the shower off. She was dry, as if she’d never been wet. Her sandy-gold fur was lustrous and perfect, without shampoo. If only the powers that be would let everyone have such wonderful shower units. She stepped out and admired herself in the mirror.
“Acknowledged, best to be on their good side at the least. New target: CFO Augustine Airrete.”
“Understood.” Emilia responded before she went across the apartment, still nude. She was so confined in office uniforms everyday, so whenever she was home in her secure space, she opted to be naked. Besides, while her unit was well climate-controlled, Aiur II was still a tropical world and she still felt stifled by the heat outside even in cool interiors.
She licked her lips when she opened the door of the food fabricator to see perfectly prepared lasagna. Her sister would scoff and call her out on ancient stereotypes, but fuck that. She’s a cat and she loves lasagna, who fucking cares if an ancient human meme called Garfield created the stereotype? She reached in and pulled out the full plate, enough for four people, but she could eat it all day and not-.
“Hello Emilia.” A feline Draconequus purred when he emerged from a small door on her countertop. “How was your day?” Emilia ignored him and sat down on the stool nearest as she grabbed a metal tumbler to begin milking her left nip into, filling it quickly with her cream. “I’ve scoured Hermais’ library, but the memetic locks are a bitch.”
“Shame. Milk?” Emilia casually questioned with a heft of her still dripping left breast and grabbing another tumbler since the first was already full. “Help yourself to the lasagna.”
“Thank you. The chaos noodle of secrets applauds you.” He said while cupping her breast and then suckling directly from her nip. Emilia closed her eyes, enjoying the intimate contact.
“You only have that title because Cocoa is stuck in Paradise.” Emilia pet his long body softly.
“I miss mama now.” He sighed and then dove inside of her breast, making Emilia pant and grunt in pleasure as her basketball boobs wobbled and bounced against each other. He moved within both of them as if they were one connected fluid mass like the reality-breaking entity he was.
“Nya~.” Emilia meowed happily and began groping herself to achieve a boobgasm. “Yes, more!”
“Careful, don’t forget you're descended from Sabrina. Too much interaction with a divine entity could turn you to slime. That would ruin your cover.” The nearby caff machine texted at her and she groaned in dismay.
“Right, oof. C’mon, out. I’m just lucky that because Amelia didn’t get her genes boosted, all the shenanigans with Jim hasn't made her into a slime before she turned traitor or I’d have been on a slab shortly after.” Emilia huffed and tried to focus on eating her dinner.
Meanwhile, her tits sloshed and wriggled, driving her to another boobgasm in short order.

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“Yinglets.” Visilia deadpanned.
“Yinglets.” Brennie confirmed with an amused grin.
“Yinglets!” Vinnie cheered excitedly.
“Why~?!” Rico wailed in dismay. “Those crazy sex-obsessed feminine fluffy rats!”
“They have gotten everywhere really quick, even in containment.” Edward sighed tiredly.
“They’re not that bad, guys.” Kevin reasoned with his battle-brothers. Yes, Yinglets are annoying, obsessed with sex to the point the males have as much fun together as they do with the females due to the drastic 7/1 ratio of males to females, are not strong, have the attention span of gnats most of the time...but they’re fluffy, funny and cute. Almost like pets.
“Regardless, what the Hell are we going to do with them?” Visi sighed in exasperation.
“I have no idea.” Vinnie said with a wicked grin.
“How much chaos can they make?” Brennie asked her sister-wife in amusement.
“Oh, it depends on how many of them have brains, their mental illnesses, gene issues and how big they are. Each and every one of the Yinglets are mutations on mutations. No two Yinglets have the same adaptations as the last, even parents are different almost drastically from their offspring. So imagine that much variation in a population that would love nothing more than to just keep breeding. Either they'll have mutations that make them sterile or just unable to breed without help if no one carefully selects who breed with who.” Vinnie chuckled while reading over her data pad. “But if enough dumb or smart ones get together, you’ll have a lot of high pitched screeching about to start on some scheme to get food, sex or shiny items.”
“Can we even manage that?” Edward questioned with some skepticism.
“Our Scinoxes have been gathering as much data on them as possible, so long as they stand still and try not to hump their legs.”
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“So...why can’t we just take a force of troops to Char, smash the Corpus, then smash Char and harvest its legendary mineral resources fer ourselves?” I asked Marcus the next morning with my hands on my hips. Last night quickly became known as the ‘Raskvel Renaissance’ and the ‘Yinglet Invasion’ was handled by the night shift while the sane portion of the population slept.
“The Corpus still has numbers on its side, while the UnSC has their hidden bullshit powers. We can’t attack both with the brunt of our forces and you certainly can’t protect everyone at once. So, two strike teams will insert themselves on each side. Your team will hit the UnSC, while my father’s will take on the Corpus.” Shit, Marcus was right: I can’t protect everyone from being manipulated by whatever mind trick the UnSC has at their disposal.
“Damn, okay. So, I guess we’re doing this with Warframe support? This sounds like the kind of stuff they were meant fer from what Luster told me.” I sighed and plopped onto the desk chair of his claimed room aboard the Bebop where I crossed my legs at the thigh and leaned back into the desk, causing my jean shorts to creak and my shirt to stretch over my tits. Marcus may be the allied Admiral/General, but he still slept here when planetside near the night cycle.
He had been down here chastising Luster Dawn for her rash actions and decided to stay the night. “Yes, you will have Warframe support. Ivara Prime is in charge and she has several dozen Warframes available for ops. They’re meant for infiltration and sabotage, however, so they won’t be facing Mobiles or down on open battlefields.” Marcus replied with his eyes on my thighs.
“I figured as much. At least the large ships will have their crews occupied by deadly suits of armor. That leaves us Mobile pilots and yer Atlans to handle the main enemy force. While ship-to-ship combat is still a major deciding factor, any such ship being swarmed by mobiles is doomed, so I hope the Argentines are prepared to field more mechs.” I said while using a hand to comb my long lustrous mane of hair out of my eyes. I need to stop subconsciously giving myself such long hair.
“Eh.” Marcus just gave a shrug.
“At least yer forge ships have churned out a bunch of Rodi suits, so we’ll have plenty of irregulars to make up the difference.” I sighed as I turned my mind to whatever it was Eris wanted with Char. Surely just multiplying our mineral resources by a factor of ten wasn’t enough. “Has anyone sussed out what Eris wanted with the Char system? She’s been sneaking around me, so I can’t even be tempted to peer into her soul to know.”
“Nothing yet, but she’ll tell us when the time is right.” Marcus responded reasonably.
“Well, since we’re so close and Murphy will have a harder time fucking it up for us, there’s an old Terran Weapon on the planet. It’s exotic compared to what both sides of our rebellion have experience with, so it’ll be a big help. Also, those sexy Scinox scientists will get a nice ladyboner over it. It’s been way too long since something really interesting came along for them.” Eris popped out of my cleavage to dump that info on us and I promptly gently shoved her back in.
“Speak of the devil and she appears. Welp, I guess we can’t just smash Char right away. Ugh, so how long before ya and the other big-brain people decide on a plan?” I leaned further back, ripping the middle of my shirt open over my tits, creating absolute cleavage and I clicked my tongue. I guess I need to go bigger to avoid that. Oh well, that’s what Quedia’s shop is for.
“We just did. You need to form your team.” Marcus declared and I whooped.
“Finally! I’ve already got Khorgan, Uri and Jimbo. Four-unit teams are standard, the rest have already assembled their teams, we just have to give them their orders and sortie. Let’s fuck to celebrate.” I clapped my hands over my mouth with a flush. “I did not just casually ask to fuck.”
“Freedom of Speech, so technically you did.” Marcus said with a cheeky smile, but at least he isn’t pouncing on me. Not that I wouldn’t like that...
“I-I meant ignore it!” I huffed and got to my paws. “We can have fun later, I still need to give everyone the news. What ship should we all report to fer deployment?” Why are my shorts pinching my hips? Did...they get wider? Why are my hips wider? I’m in my base form. Maybe it’s from having all those puppies and eggs. I’m subconsciously making myself more motherly and these are old clothes I had made when I first changed gender. “Oh, fuck. I’m fat!”
“No, you’re not fat.” Marcus retorted incredulously with his brow scrunched.
“What else would ya call getting bigger after having kids?” I huffed at him as I pouted down at my boobs, which were imperceptibly bigger than when I first went female. It wasn’t an issue until now since I kept getting new clothes from my older clothes getting wrecked. Like this in fact...
“Filling out your natural goods.” Marcus declared with his arms crossed and a nod of his head.
“...Okay, yew’ve earned some sex just now. Strip.” I tore my clothes off and licked my chops.
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“This is...phenomenal. I’ve never seen a non-droid perform such exacting equations. You’ve solved the gyroscopic error without even needing to run a CAD system.” The Scinox running tests on the raskvel following last night’s events declared with awe as she looked over the results of the tests.
“Thank you.” Hildra purred for the tenth time, the praise was starting to make her hot and bothered. Which was good, she still had a sex drive, but it took ten straight hours of work for her to get aroused just by praise alone when before that would’ve gotten her motor running instantly. No, most of the enjoyment of this was flexing her mind. It was like the physical pleasure derived from fixing stuff was now a deeper, more meaningful satisfaction.
“Considering you’re one of the few cyborgs of your race without neural amplification, this is beyond evidence that your species are now possibly the greatest innate engineers we Argentines have ever met.” The concealed demoness stated as she tapped away at her orange omni-tool screen.
“And for your medical report, my nethers are just now getting a bit puffy. That would’ve been immediate before the change.” Hildra reported with a pat of her lower stomach. She was so happy with this change. Before, she’d be a horny wreck begging to get fucked, now she’s fine even if she doesn’t satisfy this urge. Not being a slave to her body’s hormones was awesome.
“Yes, the ones participating in the sexual stimulation test such as Shekka have reported that they can still achieve physical pleasure with ease, they simply have to seek it instead of it forcing itself to the forefront of their minds at all times.” The scientist nodded and then looked down at Hildra’s booty-shorts, which was what the plain gray spandex turned into with this rask’s prodigious backside. “This is also good data since you’re one of the few herms too.”
“Yeah, Shekka and I went really nuts after we got pulled into a romantic unit.” Hildra chuckled and looked around the small room where she’d been cooped-up all night doing tests. “So, I’m not in any hurry, but when are we done? I’ve gone a surprisingly long time without using the bathroom. Or eating, actually.” Hildra was rather surprised to realize she wasn’t hungry.
“About that, Luster Dawn snuck in a nutrition efficiency mod. You won’t have to urinate or defecate more than once a day at most, a week at least. Along with only needing to consume 2000 calories every two days for your body’s energy needs.” The scinox informed her and Hildra blinked in surprise, then she paled.
“Wait, you mean if I try to eat more often, I’ll get fat?!” Hildra fretted, but the swaddled demoness patted Hildra’s shoulder in a surprisingly tender manner, considering Hildra observed her and others of her kind being almost saddeningly antisocial.
“No, of course not. Your natural goods could possibly fill out more, but that could also be temporary with how much your new metabolism prioritizes excess fat for fuel first.” The completely covered creature assured her and Hildra blinked as she processed this.
“...Are you flirting? I’m less aware of when I’m being hit on. I won’t say no, but mostly because I’m worried about you. The way your kind moves, the way you speak and avoid exposing even an inch of skin. I don’t know about your species, but for most that’s extremely unhealthy psychologically and physically. Also, are you all really purely female like Asari? Myth says you’re all secretly more attractive than any Asari and that’s why your kind hide yourselves.” Hildra rambled curiously while wagging her thicc cybernetic tail.
“Hm, you know what? I’ll leave that to your imagination.” The scinox teased playfully.
“Aw, okay. Thanks for assuring me I won’t get fat. Just know it’s a standing offer, for you specifically. You’re nice and I would like to be your friend at least.” Hildra blinked. “I just realized that most friends don’t offer to be a fuckbuddy. Huh, I can realize that now.” Hildra took the woman’s hand and rubbed her gloved knuckles. “What’s your name? Maybe we can hang.”
“Calax.” The Scinox answered with a warm tone, which surprised the sexy shortstack.
“Hildra, but you knew that. If you ever need a master engineer, a friend to talk to or even a fuckbuddy, call me up.” Hildra then jumped down to the floor, her metal paws clanking on the metal floor, leaving her four-foot tall head at the demoness’s stomach. “So, what next?”
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“Food!” Shekka cheered before she started chomping on Rivala’s legs, sucking the fairy’s slime into her mouth. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until she saw succulent slime!
“Kya~! Oh no~! I’m being devoured by a sexy shortstack~!” Rivala playfully squealed and wriggled as Shekka sucked on her legs, drinking freely-given excess slime. She was just flying around, to and fro on business. There were a surprisingly large amount of issues her wishes were needed to fix after Marcus requested it of her. She had to keep chugging Jimmy’s cum to recharge, but that was just a convenient excuse to taste his delicious semen.
“Mm~!” Shekka groaned as she devoured much more than her little body needed. The look of arousal also grew on the rask’s face as she ate. She’s been having sex all night, but Rivala was an Argent Slime Fairy, which meant aphrodesiac was now flooding her small body. Her Navel Pearl would prevent her hurting herself, but she felt a bit-.
“Whoa!” Rivala yanked herself free and watched Shekka’s tits blow up like balloons! The same was happening to her ass and thighs! “Shit! Shekka! I made you fat!” Rivala fretted and Shekka blinked as she found herself standing with massive tits already bigger than her keeping her upright! Her ass had also similarly expanded behind her, trapping her in place.
“Holy shit! Talk about a mutation! I wish all of the excess fat was gone.” Rivala gladly granted the wish, but Shekka blinked at still having basketballs on her chest! “Uh, I said all!”
“I guess your body doesn’t consider that ‘excess’. Just exercise it off or something.” Rivala hurriedly suggested in uncertainty.
“How?! With tits this enormous on my tiny frame, I can barely fucking move! At least with boobs the size of bowling balls I could function.” Shekka bemoaned as she groped her red chest. “I’ve gotta be the bustiest rask in the history of my species. We need to warn everyone not to overfeed us or let us overeat like that, but first, fuck me! I’m still horny from your slime!”
“Gladly!”
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“At last~!” Vinnie howled as she looked at her liquid gold goo hands. “Thanks to Shekka and Rivala having that SNAFU, I was able to find that wish-granting sex-fairy!” Vinnie cheered and then began waving an arm around bonelessly, giggling at her silliness. She was in her undersuit, ready to don her armor although she’d be in ship form. One must prepare for war.
“Hm.” Bryan, he was in his male form, hummed as he patted his faux-flesh cybertronian arm. He let Pandora take his slime in the caution of not having fought as a slime before. It was for more than safekeeping, it was so she could have fun with it. Although he missed being goo and felt out-of-touch with his new Sex Aspect, he had a clearer head and wasn’t taking the risk like Vinnie was willing to. Visilia was going to as well, refusing to give up her goo.
“Yeesh, get any more radiantly golden and people will think you’re the Goddess of Beauty.” Rico joked and Bryan glared at his battle-brother. Just because Dibella declared that Berserker was the epitome of ‘beauty’ he and the others loved to tease him about being her understudy.
“Shush, that’s Brennie’s job.” Vinnie winked at Bryan and he rolled his eyes. “Besides, Bryan, you really look less like an Arcanine than when you’re Brennie. Even if you kept Jane’s jewelry. Damn boy, how’d you make that look masculine?” Vinnie asked approvingly and Bryan puffed out his chest proudly. The silvery collar stood out on his extra-fluffy neck quite well and the ring for his dragon-braided ponytail oddly made him feel like a kung-fu movie star.
“Well, at least our factions can use the Rodi variant Mobile Suits. They suit our style and are actually mass-producible unlike the Atlans.” Kevin commented and Vinnie nodded in agreement. One key issue with the Atlans was because of their superior quality, they had dozens of parts that were not mass-producible with standard production means.
The fact the forge ships could practically stamp out Rodis like crazy in comparison to Atlans was a big boost to their starfighter squadrons since they use similar cockpits. Lower-quality to the Atlans they may be, but if mobiles like these were so easy to make, they might end up replacing the Argentine’s standard starfighters due to their modularity. No way were they going to field Rodis against actual Hell Titans, however. That was doomed to failure.
“Kevin.” Bryan said as he looked towards his younger brother. “Remember what I said?”
“...Nothing is impossible for Mortals and Monsters.” The fact that Bryan still upholds this sort of truth is astounding, because of how true it is. While the two may be different, they were more alike in so many ways. Everyone remembers how their nominated leader takes charge of situations, no matter how bad it looks, Bryan always seems to turn it around.
“Exactly. Building weapons that could mortally wound or kill a Titan will have to wait. For now, focus on what you two do best.”
“Kick ass, take names, kick more ass associated with those names. Don’t worry, we’re working with Ivara Prime and her Warframes to make sure the Corpus won’t be able to turn as much firepower towards the few ships we’re taking as they should.” Vinnie cheered and slapped Kevin’s ass, making him jump slightly and slap her ass back, making her giggle.
“Calm down you two, we have three days of travel for you to have fun.” Edward huffed, only for the two to raise eyebrows at him. “Oh, you’re going ahead of us? Won’t that be excessively dangerous? You’re not the Berserker of myth.” Edward’s concerned comment made Bryan blush. Thankfully he wasn’t the focus of attention, so they missed his moment of fluster.
“Yeah, no. The Warframes might not be affected, but you two will be. Without Bryan’s Lantern, we’re vulnerable to being corrupted.” Visilia reminded them of the greater danger at play. “So, we all move as one. No splitting up, never leaving the effective range of protection and destroying all within our path.” They all nodded their heads.
“Okay, then I better call Ivara Prime to let her know that op is scrapped. We’ll have to do it on arrival.” Kevin turned on his omni and walked towards the corner.
“Well, we have three days after we enter FTL, I’m gonna go make sure my rapid-response crew will be ready to rebase when we arrive.” Rico said and fist-bumped Edward. Those two would be going ship too. With all of them using their Alts besides Bryan, he felt a little left-out. He couldn’t bear the thought of how embarrassing it would be if they knew his Alt was a puny little starfighter in comparison to their epic hulls.
Actually. “Visi? I just realized, everyone besides me is going to use their Alt to assist the battle with us only taking the Vengeful Retributor and the carrier Haul-Ass-.” Bryan snorted along with the others. The glorious bastard who got that name through the ship’s creation deserved both punishment and heavy back-pats for the adamantine balls he had. “-With our additional mobile suit support. Did you ever check what your Alt was and what you’ll be doing?”
“I...hadn’t actually thought about that. I assumed I was going to pilot an Atlan. I don’t know what my Alt is. I wasn’t a cybertronian before Rivala granted my off-hand wish.” Visilia looked at her metallic red goo-hands. “Well, I better find out. Open those pants.” Visi approached Bryan and casually dove head-first into his trousers when she tugged them open, giving his nuts an appreciative squeeze on the way past.
“I’ve gotta see this!” Vinnie chirped and dove into his pants too. Bryan huffed at feeling her licking his balls before she left him alone.
“I must ensure my crew is prepped too. See you later.” Edward patted Bryan’s shoulder and then left with Rico and Kevin. Bryan sat down, bracing himself to feel the impending pleasure-there they go. Bryan panted and huffed as his wives worshiped his groin.

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Ch.69
Ch.69
“Nice~!” Marcus purred as I sucked his dick. Mm~! The trip to Char was going to take 3 days to our perspective but 3 hours to the rest of the universe. I wasn’t going to just sit on my ass when I could be having fun. Was he bathing at all? His musk is stronger than before. “Your mate is incredibly good at this for being female for only about 2 months.”
“What can I say? She’s just a natural.” Luster Dawn chuckled as she playfully wrestled Uri in the nude, the two beauties not penetrating each other and just enjoying some skinship while I went down on the hunky wolf stud to satisfy this odd craving for cum I was feeling ever since I fucked him yesterday before we deployed for Char.
“Seems she likes a man’s musk too with how her nose is going. I hadn’t had time to wash since the gym this morning, so other than a dry towel I haven’t gotten the sweat off.” He chuckled before pressing me down and rubbing my nose in his groin, where I breathed deep of his scent and I groaned as my pussy clenched needily, but I’m thirsty, so I’m gonna get my cream first.
“Heat.” Uri’s single word made me freeze. Heat?! Already?! But it’s only been a month! Don’t tell me slime gals have a monthly heat cycle like humans do! Mama! Why didn’t you warn me~?! Just because I was a boy slime didn’t mean you should’ve left me ignorant about girl slimes!
“Uh-oh. I better put on a condom then.” Marcus tried to push me off, but I used suction and my hands on his thighs to keep his tasty penis in me! No~! My cummies! “C’mon, get off! You’ll be too tempted to make puppies!” Puppies~! “Lusty, do you have a Horny Jail bat?!”
*Bonk!*
Where am I? I feel...calm. This empty space is soothing. All the desire to get bred was leaving me and I sighed in relief before I sat in the lotus position. I need to meditate, strengthen my resolve to resist intentionally making as many puppies as possible before I try to head back. Damn it. I can’t believe myself. I should take more of Yoda’s outdated Jedi lessons to help me control my raging libido whenever I get like this.
Stupid sexy Marcus with his glorious cock and fecund puppy-batter! At least Jimbo wasn’t around at the moment, I’d have fucked myself pregnant with his pups immediately.
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“I feel like I just avoided something incredible yet inconvenient.” Jim said out of nowhere while Ameila sucked his dick. She was quite thirsty and her fur was notably turning, well, goopy. It seemed that her slime ancestry was being brought to the fore thanks to constant exposure to him. This had her ecstatic and eager to speed the process up.
“Mm~!” Amelia whined as she ground her cunt against his lips. Right, rude not to reciprocate.
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“Hnng, Faye, Swerta.” Spike panted as he pet Faye’s head, the hippogriff and her wolf partner were cooperatively giving Spike a blowjob in the privacy of their borrowed room. Since combat was ahead for them all and his girlfriends were oddly horny, he caved to their desire to swap oral with him with them insistent on focusing on him first.
“Yes, call our names~.” The duo purred together before Faye sucked on his knot with her slime beak as Swerta took his length down her throat while they fingered their drooling quims.
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Bryan huffed and tried to relax with his wives still focused on his pleasure from within his Inventory. No damn wonder Kevin keeps Juneau in his pants almost constantly with her only leaving when she feels like it. He was still waiting for them to be satisfied with themselves and come out to tell him what Visi’s Alt was. He groaned and humped when another long orgasm arrived and he huffed as one of them sucked his dick with aplomb.
After this was done, finally they crawled out of his pants and snuggled either side of him. Of course, they stripped him of all fabric along with their own clothing, leaving them bare for the universe to see. “Well, how did it go?” Bryan questioned as he hugged them to his sides.
“Sorry, we were unbelievably horny for a good while. Slimes have a monthly heat cycle. I forgot about that.” Visilia apologized with a grope of one of Bryan’s heaving basketball-sized testicals. They were inconvenient outside of clothing, but since that magic was inherent to him for so long, it was easy to forget how massive his balls were.
“Yeah, we both sucked you off for hours straight. Thankfully Visi realized what was going on and made us temporarily sterile. Anyway, go ahead, it’s your Alt, tell him.” Vinnie was kneading his other nut and Bryan purred as his throbbing tumescence thrummed with pleasure.
“No, you got the outside look, you tell him~.” Visi crooned in reply and Bryan had to gently grab their wrists to get them to stop exciting his spunk bunkers, the damn things were still churning.
“Ladies, please, before we devolve into more sexy shenanigans, just tell me.” Bryan huffed as his balls pulsed. Being a God of Sex meant no refractory period, at all.
“Aw, but I don’t know your Alt.” Visilia fluttered her eyes and Bryan closed his eyes. Gods, fucking damn it, of course. She has him there. “Unless, you were the Berserker of myth~.”
“It’s pretty damn obvious, so I won’t lie and say no. I’m a tiny little starfighter while everyone else is a frigate or bigger.” Bryan grumbled unhappily and then grunted in pleasure when Visi and Vinnie began kneading his balls again, the runic bunnies on the sides shining with his wife: Wiatr’s, blessing on top of his own carnal powers.
“It’s not just the size that counts, it’s how you use it.” Vinnie winked up at him and Visi giggled.
“No joke. So. I’m a starfighter, like you. However, I can’t ram into things like you.” Visi pouted at Bryan. “Instead, I’m a high-speed micro-mine layer. I can quickly use a weak tractor beam to collect raw materials, feed them to a tiny molecular furnace, then spit out small breaching explosives by the dozens.”
“So...you’re a permanently pregnant speedy starfighter?” Bryan asked with a cheeky grin and Visilia grunted with a bite of her lip in arousal. “You may not have a lot of forward dogfighting potential, but you’re a nightmare for pursuing units. You can make whole swaths of space unavailable for traversal. You’re an area-denial specialist. Maybe a cruel carpet-bomber.”
“Fuck that’s hot.” Vinnie purred and reached up to grope Visi’s nearest breast, making the slime alicorn moan and pant as the facts piled up. Her Alt fit her to a T. She loved making things harder for her opponents just as much as she did putting them down. “Visi, you sadist. If we weren’t in heat and stuck being sterile right now, I’d fuck you full of foals.”
“Oh~! Yes! Fuck me! Breed me~!” Visi whined and quickly dove upon Bryan’s length, sucking his ribbed, knotted and tapered cock with desperate hunger and need, making her husband groan and start tugging on her nipple, spraying him and Vinnie with her goo-milk as his other wife joined in on worshiping his holy phallus and gurgling, swelling gonads.
Thank gosh that sterility spell they’d become used to using was on a timer and resistant to dispelling.
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When I emerged from that white featureless room, I felt refreshed and calm, but the moment I had sexy people around me, it was a struggle to control myself. “Uri, I need to meditate and try to get through this or I’ll end up pregnant before we make it to Char. Marcus, ya keep yer sexy self away from me, sorry. You too, Lusty, even if yew’re sterile.” I told the occupants of the room, thankful none of the rest of Marcus’s harem was along for the ride this time.
“Understandable. Besides, I really should be going over the finer details with Marcus and his other strategists. My minions will mostly be getting launched via ramsleds, something the Argentines aren’t new to, but consider fairly archaic and risky. You keep your sexy self under control.” Luster said before kissing me and leaving with Marcus before I could grab her.
Fucking damn it! She got to drink his cum! I tasted it! Grr~! No, down girl! I panted and fanned my bosom as I went to the bed and then fled from it. Fuck! It smells like Marcus! I need privacy and-Uri! I snapped my attention to my padawan and she perked up, but despite her strength, she could not resist me when I dove for her pants and then surged up into her womb, making the usually quiet black beauty screech in pleasure as I sought out the peace of her uterus.
Ah, I’m surrounded by my lover’s womb. I could absolutely knock her up like no tomorrow, but that’d be a betrayal. I’m just gonna disperse my awareness into the Force, let my body stew in its hormones without the ability to act with my mind gone. Ah~. Peace...
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“So, your Archwings are all prepped?” Marcus questioned Ivara Prime, the leader of the assembled Warframes due to her being the only Prime in attendance. Warframes don’t follow traditional military leadership procedure, they go entirely by an experience-based system. The more seasoned/merits the frame is/has, the more authority they have.
“Yes. Our wings are preened and ready.” Ivara Prime replied promptly before she turned towards Luster Dawn. “I have some mixed feelings working alongside ramsled delivered expendable minions, but they should be safe with our IFF pinging you as an ally.” That and the fact Warframes use lumbar-mounted harnesses to fly always intrigued Marcus.
“Even if that isn’t the case, don’t worry about it, just don’t wipe them out. I can spawn more using recycled flesh from both downed drones and our victims.” The nearly naked Zerg Queen assured the artificial life form with far too much pep.
“Considering you’re the Goddess of Life, I figured you’d have some misgivings towards ending lives.” Marcus commented and Luster Dawn blinked at him in bemusement.
“Why would that be? Death is part of Life. Sure, it’s the end of it, but entropy is important to the Cycle. Sure, when it’s ended prematurely, it’s tragic, but these assholes kinda deserve it.” Luster reasoned and Marcus snorted with a grim smirk. “I’m all for accepting an enemy’s surrender and taking prisoners, but you can’t exactly do that with Corpus from what I’ve been told. Ask me again when we’re talking about people who aren’t pseudo-immortal like the Corpus.”
“It’s a good thing we can count on our force multiplier not pulling out at the last moment. From what I understand, despite it being their hands, it will be you taking their lives. If you are able to cope or accept that, we’ll continue. Otherwise, I suggest you abandon conflict.” Ivara Prime sternly suggested and Marcus cleared his throat.
“Why, Missus Goto, if I didn’t misjudge your words, you seem to be trying to convince Miss Dawn to avoid sullying her hands. Why would that be?” Marcus asked leadingly with mild accusation and the Warframe promptly walked away, not being obliged to answer due to how Warframes had autonomy. “Still soft. She sees you as a civilian, Lusty.”
“I may not have actual combat experience, but I’ve fought for my life before, put down assassins that were after me. I’ve already had blood on my hands, this will simply be the first time I do it preemptively. They’d come for me eventually, I’m just speeding up the process.” Luster’s answer got a pet on the back of her neck from Marcus, making her coo. “Oo~. Careful, big boy.”
“Careful about what? Let’s go back to our room. I need to reward you for such sexy thinking.” Marcus purred and Luster giggled as he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged the floating pink and orange goddess back to the privacy of his quarters.
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When I awoke later, I used the Force to check with Uri if it was good to come out. The feeling I got back said no, lewd shenanigans in progress, so I stayed put and continued to nap until she sent an all-clear. I slithered from her gash to the beautiful sound of her groaning in orgasm and lied against my lover and padawan to give her a tender kiss. “Sorry, Uri. Where are we?”
“Room.” Her room, not Marcus’s, he’s still getting it on with Luster, got it. “Sucking.” Uhn~, blowjob again? I get the feeling everyone’s obsessed with oral sex right now. “Your turn.” Huh? Eep! Uri, I-oh~! Ahn! Yes! Eat me my black beauty~!
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“Baptiste, those Empyreal guys, what makes them...different to the rest of you? They feel powerful, more than everyone besides the Marines and your queen. I can’t put my finger on the underlying factor that makes them so much more though.” Tanya asked her wingmate as they hid in his room away from the odd sexual pressure being exerted over the entirety of the Vengeful Retributor.
All over the ship, lovers and friends-with-benefits were going down on one another. Tanya noticed the odd compulsion to suck Baptiste’s dick and when she admitted this, he too realized he’d been thirsting for her vaginal juices, so they decided to abstain and hide away from all the eager oral sex happening. They still had two days of travel, but nearly everyone was occupied.
“Well…” Baptiste hesitated, knowing that he shouldn’t tell outsiders unless his leaders felt it necessary to announce it to everyone. “I...can’t tell you everything, but promise me you’ll keep what I told you to yourself? Nothing we’re about to discuss, leaves this room.”
“I promise.” Tanya nodded her head quickly, realizing that the topic about the Empyreals was a very sensitive one. If any of the other Argentines found out that one of their own spilled the beans, they could get into serious trouble. Gods forbid if it was one from the silver-clad faction.
Baptiste took in a deep breath before he spoke. “To be blunt, they are touched by...Dark Taint.”
“...So they’re concentrations of Corruption, known modernly as Taint. I’m impressed they don’t show signs of it, like sexual depravity or demonic transformation.” Tanya shivered when he told her. She always had fantasies of how things were back then. She had a sadistic streak a mile wide and those entities would’ve easily converted her. The fact it aroused her was the problem.
“Tanya, the Dark Taint is far more deadly compared to what you have going. Anyone infected by it will suffer from its effects and would either die or turn into horrific monsters. Those that do survive, will be plagued by visions and nightmares. Forever.” Baptiste emphasized and Tanya sighed in empathy for these people. Which was good, she suffered from sociopathy when she was younger and had to get surgeries to correct her ability to empathize with others. “There is a reason why they don’t allow Squires in their ranks: the mortality rates for recruitments are staggeringly high, because they would have to drink in the Dark Taint.”
“Wait. Wait. They’re the fucking Grey Wardens! From Dragon Age! I know that game! They drink in the Blight so they can hunt down Darkspawn and kill the Archdemon! The Empyreals take in this ‘Dark’ Taint and consolidate it so there’s less of it to endanger people while also using it to empower themselves.” Tanya said in observation.
“Wait, so you played the series? Oh, thank the Gods.” Baptiste sighed in relief with a chuckle.
“Up until corporate politics ruined the series and left the follow-up to Inquisition in development hell until the game devs were deleted by their even more evil corporate overlords. Meaning we’re left with a cliffhanger ending to the series with Solas going to do terrible things and nothing being done about it.” Tanya huffed before she licked her lips. “Fuck, I’m getting thirstier, what is doing this?” She pointedly turned away because she kept looking at his groin.
“It must be Lord Berserker’s doing. Unintentionally speaking. He is a God of Sex, after all.” Baptiste said with a shrug, trying not to stare at Tanya’s tits. She was petite like a child, yes, but her body was still responding to the brief pregnancy and she was filling out.
“Great, this is his first time deploying with that Aspect, right? Damn it all. I guess that’ll do it.” Tanya grumbled and rubbed her thighs together, feeling hotter by the moment.
“Yeah, pretty much.” This was starting to get awkward, maybe finding themselves alone was the wrong move. “Damn it, you better go. This place is full of my scent and it won’t be helping.”
“That might be a good idea.” Tanya groaned and floated towards the door, dripping her arousal down her legs and squirming before she snarled and launched at his groin! “Give me that dick!”
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“Mm~. Ah~. Are you satisfied yet?” Bryan asked with a chuckle after Vinnie guzzled his cum.
“Bryan, you glorious bastard, please stop with the Fuck Aura. I’m so full, we’re both so full, that if we weren’t sterile, oral or not, we’d be so pregnant we could fill the ship’s hangar.” Visilia mewled and licked his left nut. “Sho good, sho good…”
“The best thing ever. It’s like Wiatr and Urta all over again. More.” Vinnie drunkenly slurred.
“Don’t you want to get out of bed?” Bryan chuckled as tongues worked his sack.
“Not yet, but you did set your whole ship on a sex frenzy~.” Vinnie teased while blepping her tongue at him with her booty wiggling enticingly.
“Ah, crap. Well, I think they all deserve some sexy fun for the whole day.” Bryan declared with a laugh. By the Gods, he needs to keep his Sex Aspect in check. Oh well! “Hm~.” The cyber dracowolf hummed as he enjoyed the tongue bath his wives were giving him, which was made better by the fact they were slime! “I love you, girls~.”
“Love you, too~.” The two cyber slimes cooed as they switched things up.
Visilia purred before she started licking his cock, going all the way up to his tip and suckled on it. Vinnie focused on the knot before changing again, both she and Visi smothered their breasts together, sandwiching Bryan’s throbbing red rocket in between. Slowly, they moved up and down the meaty length, earning a groan of pleasure from their husband as they had their way with him.
“A double titjob? What did I do to earn this?” Bryan purred and even huffed some smoke. Primarily lupine he may be, but he has enough dragon in him to have the innate magic flame sac. Even if he was slime, he’d still have it then.
“You drove us mad and let us suck you off for several straight hours.” They said together and then looked at each other, then kissed on the side of his dick so he could see them smooching. “How about it? Yeah, let’s do that.” Bryan choked when the two suddenly merged at the breasts and began swirling together. He groaned when suddenly a ten foot tall gold and red slime alicorn mare with sharp teeth and bunny ears was mounted on his dick, her vagina clenching.
“Hnng! Shit!” She didn’t even move, her goo cooch was fucking him! “Visi, Vinnie?!”
“Vinilie, please.” She purred and put her hands on either side of his head, her beach-ball breasts dangling down and smothering him as she began bouncing on his length. “Oh~, Bryan, if I wasn’t sterile right now, I’d beg you to give me babies, but feed my thirsty womb anyway~.”
“Fuck~!” Bryan couldn’t restrain himself, wrapping his hands around as much of her thicc thighs as he could, he then began driving his dick into the goo-giantess desperately.
“Ah, yes~! Fuck me! Harder! Fill me! Give me more babies~! Ahn~!” The fused goo Goddess wailed and orgasmed as he jackhammered up into her, somehow dominating her despite being half her size.

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Ch.70
Ch.70
Holy fuck. Having lesbian fun time is incredibly exhausting yet awesome. I fainted from how tiring having constant sex with Uri was and woke up snuggling my lover sometime in the morning on the last day of the voyage to the Char system. “Good gods, Uri. Are ya trying to kill me?” I muttered with a kiss to her jaw and the dragoness purred in her satisfied slumber.
I slithered off the bed, stretched to set my membrane, then scratched my ass as I went to the bathroom. The Argentines have hybrid sonic showers! Combining the efficiency of a sonic shower with the therapeutic and wonderful heat of a traditional shower. They also had baths, so I was gonna use this sonic bathtub for some naughty morning wake-up fun.
I stepped in and made sure the drain was plugged. I licked my lips and turned on the sonic shower without the water, I don’t need to waste that. Oh~ yis~. The vibrations are making my whole body quake and ripple~. “Uhn~.” I moaned and let my slime start pooling in the tub, which quaked like jello and enhanced the relaxing and arousing sensations.
Soon I was a literal puddle of goo enjoying the vibrations and dozing a bit before the shower deactivated. Aw, is it timed? Oh~, nope, just Uri turning it off and climbing into me~. I emerged and welcomed my lover with a hug around her waist and a kiss on her lips as I smished my bosom into her own and began scrubbing her body with mine. “Morning.” Love you too.
“Morning.” I kissed her throat and she purred before she groped my breasts and began drinking my slime-milk from my left nipple, making me coo and pet her head as she fed. “Sorry fer dehydrating ya, take all ya need.”
“Tasty.” Uri muttered and kept drinking as we settled into the tub. Eventually she turned over and I engulfed her body while ‘scrubbing’ her head with my hands in a massage that left her black basalt stone scales polished to an obsidian-like shine along with the rest of her body.
“There, all nice, clean and fed. Ready to face the day?” I asked my beloved black beauty.
“No~.” Uri groaned, clearly enjoying her goo-bed too much right now.
“If ya don’t get outta me, I might do something naughty~.” I teased and kneaded my slime against her lower stomach, groin and back door.
“...Please?” Uri bit her lip and I licked mine, teasingly starting to-.
“Get up! We’ve all had enough fun from father flexing his Fuck Aura. We need to go over battle plans!” Marcus barked at us when he barged into the bathroom and Uri pouted when he yanked her out of my slime and I yelped when he somehow pulled me out of the tub with my slime trailing on the floor behind me.
“W-wait~! Let me get my membrane sorted out~!” I wailed in dismay at the silvery trail of slime my unfinished membrane left in my wake. So embarrassing~!
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Luster Dawn hummed to herself as she ‘sat’ in midair, floating with her maykr wings and wiggling her leg tendrils in self-satisfaction while she had an ‘inspector’ Zachni checking over her several hundred troops all dressed up in older armor and blasters provided by the Argentines. She even had a few dozen new Zasks running around equipping Zorks and ensuring the slapdash transport harnesses for the few Zarvs she had were in place.
Those new Zasks were a result of Marcus fucking her like mad the past couple of days. After he got over the fact he knew her when she was a filly, hot damn did the old wolf give it to her good. “Hey Lusty.” Luster turned her own attention away from the little play she was putting on and blinked at the sight of the beauty. “Yeah, I’ve been getting that a lot.”
“Visilia? Vinnie?” Luster asked in bemusement of the towering ten foot tall slime woman in a form-fitting black bodysuit that put her gloriously hyper-sized beach ball breasts on display without revealing an inch of her membrane. Her head was the only thing free of the black suit and was a swirl of liquid gold and red metal. The facial structure was Visilia’s, but had Vinnie’s wolf teeth and bunny ears.
“Vinilie, please. I’m just enjoying the sensation of being one person. Also, I’m recovering from Bryan fucking me like the total god in the sack he is. My slime is all mixed up if you can’t tell.” Vinilie told the mare as she approached. “So, you’re getting your troops prepared I see. Will those harnesses be enough for the Zarvs to move through space?”
“Yep. They don’t need oxygen for a long, long time like the Rachni of today. I made it that way for all of them, they just function better in air-rich environments. Do you need some help getting your slime straightened out so you can split apart later?” Luster Dawn had helped many slimes back in the day get diffused from other slimes after getting fused in the heat of passion and having trouble splitting apart.
“That’d be great.” Vinillie approached and after checking for onlookers, stripped off her bodysuit. Luster then used magic to help the fused slimes separate their different viscosities from one another to the point the mare was half gold, half red metallic. “Thanks, I’ll split back in two later.”
“No problem. Friends help friends and you’re some of the oldest friends I have. Just don’t have too much fun before you need to be two people instead of one.” Luster teased the hyper-busty mare and she playfully stuck out her half-colored tongue before leaving with her omni-tools lighting up with info. Luster went back to the preparations in full and enjoyed the activity.
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“Whoa, Tanya, slow down girl!” Ionyx told the sexy little shortstack, who had quite attractively blossomed into womanhood without getting much taller over an extremely short time during her sex marathon with Baptiste. She’d quickly spewed out what was essentially very sensitive information pertaining to the Empyreals.
“Dammit, woman! You said you wouldn’t-!” The winged demon pony started, but was silenced by a raised hand.
“Calm thyself, brother. You need not fret.” Gridilus, the Pious Reclusiarch, former Defender now turned Empyreal. His Terminator armor basically reflected that of the Dark Angels’ Interrogator Chaplain, only purely silver in coloration with glowing green runes on his armor. Crozius included. He was Edward’s other guard when he came over.
“I figured that since I’m in the know, I should let someone in the know, know that I know. That way there’s less conflict without me knowing capital secrets secretly.” Tanya brushed her long messy blond hair out of her face. She was shocked by her changes, but that was why she was in the med bay with the good Gridilus who was here for his own reasons. She went from looking like a preteen to looking like a short young woman with real tits in the span of two days.
“Well, she has a point. We would have to tell you at some point about our condition, Lady Silver.” The Reclusiarch admitted.
“Uh, that’s Jane, I’m not silver.” Tanya bashfully deflected and Gridilus smiled.
“Fine, Lady White-Silver.” This got Tanya all pouty. “You may not like the name considering the grisly manner in which it was earned, but it was earned. Ahem, do you know how Grey Wardens are made?” Gridilus queried while Baptiste settled into a chair.
“Drink the blood of Darkspawn and be lucky to survive. I’m assuming the way you concentrate the Dark Taint is a lot like that. I hope you don’t butcher naturally Tainted people for that…'' Tanya muttered as the doctor, who knows about the Empyreals as someone who tends to their health, took another scan and DNA sample before walking off again.
“Correct. Now, do you know why you’re being checked up by one of our own doctors?” Ionyx questioned next.
“...But, Baptiste isn’t…” Tanya looked over at the stallion she’d sexed so fiercely with confusion.
“No, he isn’t one of us. The nature of the question pertains to you and you alone.” Gridilus clarified as he pointed his Crozius towards her for emphasis. “We want you to think about it.”
“I...I don’t think I’m a good choice. I’m a sadist, I was born with sociopathic disorders that were surgically and genetically corrected as a child. I might just turn into a demon…” Tanya uneasily admitted worriedly as the doctor said something into his omni-tool over by his station.
“We’re not trying to make you one of us. However, we need to make sure you’re somehow not a Grey Warden. We Empyreals can sense those with the Dark Taint and-.”
“I-I’m t-t-Tainted?!” Tanya squeaked fearfully and Baptiste quickly took her hand as she nearly hyperventilated. “No! I can’t be! I survived! I…” Tanya’s eyes glazed over and she began shuddering in blind horror as sweat rapidly formed on her skin. Baptiste and Ionyx carefully held her biceps while Gridilus bowed his head and began chanting. “V-Visha...no...Visha…should’ve been me...”
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I had my right leg and arm encased in my exo-armor like when I first piloted the Zaku Warrior. I’m surprised it didn’t throw a fit the last couple of times I piloted without the armor pieces since it had me registered as using them. Maybe the blackbox updated the software more along with the hardware from use. I was also in the white bodysuit Luster Dawn first gave me.
I turned around in the mirror and ran a hand up my thigh, hip and ass, giving a sigh at how much thiccer I am since then. Yes, I’m even sexier, but I didn’t know I’d been subconsciously making my baseline more motherly since I had puppies. Puppies I hope to meet again soon enough. I was assured they’d be well cared-for, but I’m missing out on being a parent and I don’t want my children to grow up missing a parent like...like I did.
Even if they end up with surrogate parents, I want to have some part in their lives beyond being the horny bitch who birthed them. “Hey.” I jumped when Jimbo put a gentle hand on my unarmored shoulder, then I cooed when he began massaging my neck with his other hand. I looked in the mirror as I leaned back against him. He’s so much bigger than me, hnng~.
“Careful Jimbo. While Berserker has stopped flexing his godly Fuck Aura, ya make me horny just by existing.” I warned the lad and he snorted before he began petting my scalp. Mm~...
“I don’t care about that. Not right now. You were sad, now you’re not.” Jimbo scratched my ears and I cooed, following him happily with my tail wagging as he led me out of the ready room into the hangar. “Since we’re the only two with Relic Mobile Suits, we’re partnered up with Uri and Khorgan who have an Atlan Colossus and Garm Rodi Variant respectively. Our job is to-.”
“Hold up, who made ya team leader?” I huffed at my hunky paramour and he turned around.
“Nobody, you just don’t bother with the minor details of things, so I picked up the slack. You may be the Pirate Queen driving us to action, but while you lead the way, the rest of us have to deal with all the small things to follow-up.” The studly changeling stallion then pet my head and all was forgiven as I cooed and my tail slapped my ass from wagging so hard.
“Ya know just how to work me over~.” I panted and followed my lover like a lovesick puppy towards our mechs. “So, big, strong, sexy leader, what’s the general plan?”
“You and I are the aces, not by skill even if we are good, but by the quality of our equipment. If things take a turn, we can also combine our suits into the Zaku Khan again if we need to.” Jimbo said before we neared the similarly body-suited Uri and Khorgan, who were staring at each other. “You two are getting along quite well.” Whoa, yeah, they are. I figured a loud and brazen person like Khorgan would rub Uri the wrong way.
“Honest.” Uri stated and I could appreciate that along with her form-fitting matching black suit.
“She’s hot and humble, I like her on principle.” Khorgan was in a frumpy, cheaper spacesuit with a helmet under her left arm. Her Garm Rodi Variant, which was basically a Garm with extra armor and external thrusters, was a general purpose model and thus having a full spacesuit was SOP, even if being a Zerg optimized by Luster meant she didn’t even need air for several hours.
“Good. Now then, because Uri’s mech is slower than all of us, but has the strongest ranged firepower, when calculating long distances and dozens of targets, the Colossus is a sitting duck. So you’re her guardian, Khorgan. I’m not expecting you two to keep up with us, it’s our job not to range too far from you, not the other way around. We move with you and act as the vanguard.” Jimbo informed them and the two epic muscular amazons nodded in understanding.
“So, we run forward, not too far, kick ass, then make way fer the rain of ordinance Uri will be laying down.” I nodded in comprehension and then slapped each of my mate’s asses, making Jimbo snort, Khorgan growl happily and Uri snorted smoke with a wag of her tail. “Let’s go fuck up the day fer a lot of assholes.”
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“So, dad, you had fun.” Marcus casually commented to his progenitor on the bridge of the Vengeful Retributor. They were a couple hours away from arriving, but it was the stage for everyone to hurry up and wait. Arrival times were usually spot on, but there were events in the past where the Temporal Drive was off by nearly two hours either early or late, so it was SOP to have everyone prepped up to four hours before potential sortie on arrival.
“So did you and everyone else on board. Don’t try to tease me over a power I’ve had for not even a month.” Berserker in his full armor amicably chuffed through his helmet and patted his son on the back. “Anyway, you all know what to do.”
“Of course, but what are you going to do? You were never really one for space-battles.” Marcus’s question was apt, because among the Marines, Berserker had often been forced to abstain entirely or act as the head of a boarding party.
“Kick back and watch.” Bryan answered his son with a shrug.
“...They’re gonna get mind-raped, aren’t they?” Marcus frowned at his father, he knew how much of an asshole Bryan can be and it’s for a reason.
“Let’s just say that I believe they were already infected in some way by the UnSC.”
“What, like, they have bombs or other kill-switches implanted that the medics didn’t screen? Flesh-eating viruses somehow hidden away to avoid said scans that’ll start liquifying them in their mechs and armor?” Marcus demanded urgently and Bryan held up his hands.
“No, nothing like that. Remember back when we seemed to argue and it was all four of them against me?” Bryan asked and Marcus scoffed.
“Yeah? What about it?” Marcus asked in confusion. He hadn’t witnessed such fierce opposition from his uncles and aunty, but now that his father mentioned it. “I know you guys have your differences, everyone does, but even then you forgive one another in the end.”
“Do you ever wonder why they came at me like that?” Berserker prompted.
“Because you pissed them off?” Marcus chuffed and gestured for his sire to get on with it.
“Not like that. It happened as soon as we started to restrict our involvement with the Empire, after that tragedy Urta was forced to commit by these bastards. I think it was at that point the others got infected, just not to the extent our dear wife went through.” Berserker voiced grimly.
“Okay, if that’s true, why not you?” Marcus demanded curiously.
“I don’t know, but it should’ve been me as well. In fact, your uncle Kevin shouldn’t have been easily swayed like the others, especially since he’s the first Empyreal and Psychic himself. Dealing with the visions and nightmares from the Arch-Devil on a daily basis, it should’ve been a cakewalk for him to notice.” Berserker grumbled. Mentioning their saiyan wife’s Ultimate Enemy always soured him.
“And yet, he was ensnared. Now I’m starting to understand why they acted the way they did towards you. You never fell to the influence like them, so they singled you out. Although, I will say this: you put the fear of Jehovah into them. That must have scared even the puppeteers of the UnSC.” Marcus commented and Berserker sighed.
“Clearly not enough. I’ll be riding with your aunt Vinnie. If she has to, she can ram into a ship and I can board. Thanks to Jane’s sexy crazy brain, we found that out before calling you in. Guide us to victory like always, son.” Berserker patted Marcus on the back and left the bridge.
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The moment they were in the Char System, the Runner gunned it out of the hangar of the Vengeful Retributor. As the sole light frigate among her brother and sister craft, she was the only one able to ferry the Hunter, Pillar and Collateral out to a safe deployment distance at-speed and then deposit their skeleton crews of 10 master crewmen carrying capsules full of assistant B1 droids to them all in four stages.
First was the Hunter, who appeared after he jettisoned from an airlock and was barely visible, but his design was quite similar to his coveted and retired Shadow Dagger, which was almost married to the EDI/Normandy SR2 in form and function as a Stealth Frigate.
After she’d disgorged the skilled crew of ten through a docker to her brother, the Runner sped away and the Pillar appeared a safe distance away from both her and the Hunter. The white Super Dreadnought was a scion of defensive technology, only having a few supermassive rail cannons for offense, but had enough shielding to tank the onslaught of over a dozen ships.
Once the Runner delivered the bridge crew of the mostly autonomous and beautiful ship, she sped away so that his twin ship, the Collateral, could deploy. He was of the same size, a black Super Dreadnought bristling with enough weapons to kill dozens of enemy ships alone, but only boasting the shielding of a standard ship of the venerable class.
The Runner delivered his bridge crew too, then backed away and observed as the two drew near, their hulls facing one another opening like flowers in bloom. Soon, the two ovoid ships melded together ventral to ventral and the Pillar of Collateral was formed. The Space Hulk was the size of a small moon and combined the defensive power of the Pillar with the offensive power of the Collateral.
He was the greatest ship in the Argentine fleet by tonnage, firepower and support value. No manufactured ship since the loss of Nexus as an active ally has ever neared him in potency. The Argentines only brought four ships. In the Runner’s oh-so humble opinion, they brought too many. These corporate dumbasses may have dozens of cruisers and a few dreadnoughts, but they might as well be made of tin foil in comparison to them.
“Runner, stop canting your battle-lust so much, it’s intoxicating.” P-o-C chided her and she sent a data packet of her blowing a raspberry at him. “Very mature, now form up with your escorts.” Hmph, her first time being a ship in a proper space-battle and her siblings have to soil it with being all business.
“Cheer up, Vinnie. We’re teamed up with Jane’s group, you can flirt with her all you want.” Berserker assured her from her cockpit and she wanted to do ailerons in joy that they’re teamed up with their sexy new waifu. Jane was just so great and-what is that? “Don’t worry, I’m shielding you. That’s why I’m with you. When the pressure gets too much, take us to one of the others so I can pulse my lantern.” Oh, shit, fuck, damn it.
All the fun was gone now. Damned mind-controlling bastards!

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Ch.71
Ch.71
I can feel it, the constant pressure trying to pierce my mind. I didn’t notice the last time we were here, because I was so desperate and laser-focused on rescuing Jimbo, but now I can feel the insidious presence trying to urge me to attack and destroy everything around me. At least in close proximity to Jimbo, I can shield him from it and being near the Runner seems to help.
These devious monsters. Whatever they’re using, it seems to either only work on divine entities or have a restricted ‘bandwidth’ to broadcast on. Either way, the Char System was an absolute mess. There were UnSC fighting Corpus all across the system and we barely had the time to get in formation before the Corpus had deployed whole battalions of Shiden mobiles led by Tallgeese commander units.
“Colossals, take out as many as you can and soften them up! Warmasters, intercept any surviving Tallgeese! Paladins, defend the Colossals and keep an eye out for anyone trying to sneak up on us! All allied Mobile Suits, if you’re partnered up with any of them, support them, but don’t get in their way!” Bryan ordered and the Atlans quickly moved into position. The Paladins formed up front and erected a green barrier, while the Colossals formed behind them, weapons at the ready.
Since Uri was piloting a Colossal, she got into the firing line as we followed along. All mobiles kept a distance as the Atlan Colossals began with a barrage of micro missiles, which passed through the Paladin barriers and flew straight towards the Corpus battalions. The Tallgeese raised their shields while many of the Shidens bobbed and weaved out of the way, but the rest weren’t so lucky. After that, the Colossals started filling that portion of space with heavy lead and plasma, killing all but the Tallgeese as they made a desperate charge towards our line.
They were intercepted by the Warmasters in a pincer maneuver and they either tore them apart or crushed them within their grasp. The Warmasters quickly returned to the Vengeful Retributor with the spoils of their kills. While it was just scrap, it was a good idea to retrieve weapons and tech of the enemy. Otherwise, everyone else was awestruck at witnessing the raw power of the Atlans firsthand. This was with them only having 3 variants and working together in harmony.
“Incoming UnSC forces!” The Paladin on the right end of the barrier shouted, pointing with his spear towards the incoming enemy.
“We have another wave of Corpus coming in!” Another Paladin in the middle spotted. Shit! Both of them are coming after us!
“Jimmy, Jane, take half of our forces and deal with the UnSC. The rest of us will take care of the Corpus. Runner and I can still bolt over to you at need.” Bryan told us, but I didn’t like this idea-.
“Copy, we’re moving out.” Jimbo complied with the order.
“Jimbo!” I protested as half of our forces split into two groups, but I noticed that ours had most of the big guns. “What the fuck is Bryan thinking?! Has he lost his mind?!” There were barely any Colossals or Paladins in his battlegroup when I looked back!
“Jane, trust him on this.” Jimbo said with firm reassurance as we caught up with our battlegroup. “We should focus on our battle, Bryan chose us to lead.” He reminded me and I sighed in acceptance.
“Believe.” Uri chimed in and I felt at ease by her single word. “Prepare.”
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“Inserting in 3, 2, 1!” Ivara proclaimed when their ramsled, full of Zorks and two other warframes likely as frustrated to be in this deathtrap instead of using their Archwings, slammed through the cheap, mass-produced hull of the boxy Corpus cruiser and they rushed inside. Ivara Prime and her companions, a Loki and Wisp, leaped towards the ceiling where they cloaked themselves.
“Waaagh!” The male Zorks roared and Kasumi stifled a chortle at the sight of the towering hulks in thick, outdated Argentine armor based on old UAC patterns rush headlong into blaster fire while the females tucked into corners and turned into giant mushrooms that spread spores that clouded the air. Shortly, the first Corpus clones were tossed into the clouds and from their bodies emerged three new Zorks per body with two males to one female, nude. “Waaagh!”
“More effective than I thought they’d be.” Ivara commented wryly as the newly grown Zorks grabbed the weapons and armor of fallen enemies, slapping armor over their hulking bodies where it was organically adhered like patchwork lego pieces. Once they moved down the hall a ways, the mushrooms wilted and the female Zork that made them emerged and began eating their ‘corpse’ before running to catch up. “Brutal and efficient.”
“So long as the enemy uses actual flesh to face them and keeps replenishing their numbers. Let’s find the data we need and then bail.” Kasumi said before the trio of stealth experts began skulking away from the carnage.
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The battle was going bad, not for the lack of skill, ammo or armor, but from the sheer number of forces the Corpus were sending. The UnSC had moved to a more advantageous position around the moon to take pot shots, but they were little more than a nuisance at this stage of the battle whittling down the less experienced soldiers.
The Corpus had apparently begun taking advantage of the Char System’s immense mineral resources since they had apparently towed-in an automated shipyard from the Milky Way. This was their base of operations, bristling with their biggest ships and churning out more automated frigates and remote-piloted mobiles from the asteroids being fed in one end. The Corpus have somehow gotten their hands on the designs for a working macro-scale molecular forge!
Thank gosh the cheapskates are focusing on quantity over quality, but quantity is a quality of its own. It seems with this neuralink projection system the Corpus have, they’ve negated the hindrance of droid-piloted mobiles, jumping straight to skilled pilots with each stamped out Shigen and Tallgeese. They have to shut that plant down or they’ll be buried in enemies!
“Hail Rebels, this is the Aemir Fleet, do you need assistance?” A rather old sounding human voice called on open comms as a fleet of ships that looked like replicas of overgrown versions of the Doom marine’s ships entered the system. The ‘plants’ were gold and the main hulls were blue and red looking very much like these ships could have been built from before the Fall. “The Folly told us this was where a good fight was going to happen.”
“Who the hell is this?” Amelia demanded from where she was acting as the native command coordinator aboard the Vengeful Retributor. The lead ship, the Odin according to the broadcast IFF, began forming up on the attack path against the UnSC.
“Mindral Odinson, born and raised on this ship and leader of the Aemir fleet.” The old man proclaimed as the image of a human of advanced age appeared on the left of her communications screen. He had a long gray beard and braided hair with a black snake tattoo running over his face and strong gray eyes.
“I guess Odin is with us (https://i.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/facebook/000/033/860/Odin_Is_With_Us_Banner.jpg).” Marcus chuckled in amusement, but Amelia didn’t get the reference.
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“I greatly dislike these guys, but they’re just working fer a paycheck. Killing them is wrong.” I huffed after disabling another Man Rodi. Considering how tanky the Man and Landman Rodi were and were the UnSC’s go-to space unit, it was much easier to spare a cockpit by aiming for the arms and rendering them harmless. Sure, they can ram into you, but by that point they’re just being stubborn.
“Greed.” Uri stated blandly while she blasted the limbs off of several enemies.
“I know, but there ain’t no rest fer the wicked, money don’t grow on trees~ (https://youtu.be/e2Z0sON2UPc).” I sang as I danced with Jimbo, our Relic mechs flowing together and breaking the enemy’s attack potential while avoiding the wasted energy it would take to kill them. Seriously, Man/Landman Rodi armor is no joke and even our armor-piercing melee weapons would take extra seconds. “I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there ain’t nothin’ in this world fer free~!”
“Copyright.” Uri warned me while backing off to rejoin Khorgan, where the Zork Prime was cackling madly over our team’s comms while using her Garm’s boost-hammer to smash the limbs of enemies and fling her mobile through space in a jerky, unpredictable pattern.
“Aw, curse the multidimensional Copyright Office.” I grumbled before finding a moment to retreat with Jimbo and ended up nearly held by his Strike Sword. “Hey handsome, come here often~?”
“Jane, please keep it in your jumpsuit. We’re in a warzone.” Jimbo chided me with amusement and then he pirouetted me away from enemy fire and I kicked off the offender’s gun arm. “If you behave, I’ll let you drink from the tap for dinner instead of using a flask.” I salivated at the idea of getting my lips around my lover’s thick dick and bolted forward into the fray.
“Give up faster so mama can get her cream~!” With eggs! Hopefully~!
🎺
Bryan sighed as he watched the battle continue. The Corpus pressing their attack as wave after wave were thrown at his forces. During that time, something unexpected happened: the Corpus tried to make contact with him. “Hm.” He grunted before answering the transmission.
“Hey~! Sorry it took so long, but even with the Zorks keeping most of the crew on board occupied, the databanks were well guarded.” Kasumi, because Ivara at least spoke more respectfully during an operation, said when Bryan answered the call. “We’re seeding the Corpus battlenet with as many nasty viruses as we can. Soon you’ll notice a drop in enemy efficiency.”
“That’s great and all, but what about their Forge?” Bryans asked before standing from his seat.
“You mean the Autofactory? Yeah, working on that. We shouldn’t destroy it, that’s too valuable. I think that’s what Eris wanted us to get our hands on since although it isn’t Argentine tech, it’ll relieve your forge ships of a huge workload. I’m going to lead my team aboard and arrange for as many Zorks as I can to launch ramsleds at it.” Ivara, the more proper of the two, answered.
“Waaagh!” Bryan winced at the bellowing roar coming over the call and Ivara Prime flinched. “Moar dakka foor deh Queem! Maek moor dakka bruddahs!” Ivara facepalmed and rubbed the area where the bridge of Kasumi’s nose would be.
“If I can get them to listen. They may not be sentient, but they’ve rapidly developed a rudimentary…‘intelligence’ aligned with their programmed purpose. Like droids.” Ivara sighed.
“Right. Just get it done, I’ll go out and stretch my legs.” Bryan hung up and stretched.
“Oo~! Am I going to see your sexy aft again?” The Runner cooed lustfully at her husband.
“No, Runner. I’mma kick ass and take names the old fashioned way!” Bryan proclaimed proudly.
“...Can we please~ see you do it by first ramming into an enemy hull with your sharp, long, sexy-.” The Runner giggled when Bryan smacked the back of her pilot chair.
“Another time, honey. Anyway, open up.” He ordered while going to the nearest airlock.
“How are you going to get there without Transforming?” The Runner asked her husband in confusion as she cycled the inner door of the airlock.
“Sweetie, we have wings, remember?” Bryan said with a cheeky smile as he summoned his wings. Well, not summoned, they were always there, just stored in a convenient personal pocket space Jehovah told them about a long time ago, even if they were Nephilim. Well, that was when he wasn’t goo. When he was goo, he just absorbed or formed them at will, same deal.
“Right~. I keep forgetting because I’m so used to flying other ways or teleporting or, y’know, walking.” The Runner sheepishly admitted. “Be careful out there, I can feel it.”
“Well, now that you mention it, hold on to the Lantern.” Bryan detached his Lantern from his belt and had it float back to the pilot’s chair since the Runner had gravity off to focus as much power to her shields as possible. “I wanna...have a little chat with them. All units, defensive formation! The enemy is mine!”
The Runner shuddered before Bryan lept out into the void of space and propelled himself towards the fight. Almost immediately, voices started to speak within his mind and he was already annoyed with them.
“Destroy.”
“Murder.”
“Maim.”
“Burn.”
“Kill.”
“Oh, shut up you fucking mongrels! You’re not a mother!” Bryan retorted as he sped towards the Corpus, feeling the voices recoil in shock at his defiance. “You know, if you’re really that curious of what I can do: watch this~.” Within a moment, he had unleashed all Hell unto his enemy.
🎺
After I had instinctively fused my Zaku with Jimbo’s Strike Sword, turning them into the Strike Saber which wasn’t multi-armed, but had epic full-body armor and extra weapons. I had then ejected, naked, from the cockpit and into the bridge of the UnSC dreadnought nearest to the battleline. “Stand and deliver! Yer money or yer life!” I shouted as the breach sealed. They answered with blaster fire that sizzled on impact with my silvery argent slime. “Oh, poo. That doesn’t work if they’re not civilians.” I pouted and then engulfed the whole bridge in my goo.
I’ve been drinking plenty of Jimbo’s sweet fruity cream~. I then returned to normal, belching out a pile of blasters as I patted my wriggling abs. My Navel Pearl shined brightly for a moment. Now that’s a way to clear a bridge! I spat out a comm and plopped my sexy naked ass on the tactics officer’s console before I flicked some switches.
“All aboard the UnSC Bradbury, I’ve seized the bridge. I’m locking the ship down in a few seconds. Welcome to the Rebellion~!” I crooned and stretched a paw across the console to press the emergency lockdown override with my toe bean.
“Holy shit!” Jimbo cried, but it wasn’t out of pain, more like he was mesmerized by- “Jane, quick, look outside! Berserker’s ripping and tearing through Corpus! By himself! Gods, it’s amazing!” Aw, Jimbo’s happy. I hope the Aspects aren’t twisting who he is, though.
“About time. I’m going to eject from the nearest airlock, get ready to receive me using the Saber’s partitioned cockpit.” Why the Saber has that feature and the Kahn doesn’t, I’ll leave the eggheads to figure out. I was shunted into a traditional, by our standards, cockpit, while Jimbo got to be in the MTS. From what I can tell, I seem to be relegated to copilot with each fusion. Why though~? I don’t mind, not really, it’s Jimbo, but still.
“You want to use yourself as a boarding party for the next one too, don’t you?” Jimbo asked with fond exasperation and a purr of arousal that made my tail wag on the way to the airlock.
“Ya bet yer sexy ass I do! All these people, squirming inside of me~.” I cooed and rubbed my abs before I began belching out other gear. Boots, hats, knives, clothes. Uh-oh...they better not get frisky in there. Oh, who am I kidding, don’t care so long as I have my ovaries inactive. Thank gosh I worked most of my heat off on the way here. “Besides, this will take the UnSC off the board faster and let us deal with the Corpus, who are mostly heartless Greedy bastards.”
“Well, with most of their forces either destroyed or too occupied by Berserker, they should be easy pickings right now.” Oh no, Jimbo did the one thing he shouldn’t have.
“Ya had to invoke Murphy and Jinx, didn’t ya?” I sighed and then ejected into space, using my slime to displace air from my storage to launch myself towards the Strike Saber, which received me in the secondary cockpit readily. “Ya didn’t say the magic words!”
“What?” Jimbo asked as he began weaving through enemy MSs.
“Come sail away, come sail away~, sail away with me~ (https://youtu.be/eYCFrcCqh7Q)!” I sang as I began firing the microlasers spread over the Strike Saber’s armor at enemies as fast as I could manage.
“Copyright.” Uri chuffed while she and Khorgan rode atop the Runner, leaving the rest of our forces to subdue the scattering enemy lines.
“Dang it, Uri!” I laughed and hummed it anyway.
🎺
“Obey us!” The voice roared out.
“No.” Bryan remarked before blasting another small cluster of ships within the Corpus fleet.
“Obey us!” It repeated.
“No.” Bryan said before punching his way through swaths of Tallgeese and Shidens.
“What are you?!” The voices demanded.
“I’m me. Nothing more, nothing less. Most importantly, I’m not your toy.” The Doom Marine answered before leading his enemy on a wild goose chase.
“Where have you been hiding this power?!”
“I’m surprised you want to play the twenty questions game all of a sudden.” Bryan mocked with a roll of his eyes.
“Even Urta bent to my will! Who are you to-?!”
“I am the bastard you should’ve focused on first. You fucked with my wife, my people, my family. I will find you, rip your spine out, then beat you to death with it.” Bryan snarled and dove for the Corpus Autofactory, punching through the mobiles that got in his way, even the thick shields of the Tallgeese units.
He smirked and banished his armor when he neared the bridge. He then transformed back into a cyber slime, became female, formed her legs into a drill, then launched through the hull of the bridge to land on her paws with the crew aiming at her as the hull sealed. “Stand and deliver! Your money or your life!” Brennie fought off a grunt of arousal as the cowards dropped their weapons. Hot fuck Jane had it right about how good it felt to do epic bullshit like this.
Shame, she was kinda hoping to lock them up in her womb too…
“Good boys! Now, start shutting this place down and ready for transport. Welcome to the Rebellion!” Brennie channeled Jane as much as possible. Hot shit this was sexy.
“Do you have dental?” One of her captives asked and she broke out laughing.

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Ch.72
Ch.72
“*Belch~!* Oof, sorry.” I apologized over the fleet comms after I belched out an errant blaster I’d missed. It was a holdout one, so it likely was somewhere naughty. At least, thanks to my amniotic slime smothering their groins and bosoms, the prisoners in me couldn’t just fetch more weapons from their Inventories. “We’re all fine here now, thank ya. How are ya (https://youtu.be/mjt8xaW69tQ)?”
“Oh, yeah, great, this is Gildren Thorsdotter with my squad in the Corpus flagship. We’re pinned by some Moas.” Some woman answered over the comms with the sounds of metal hitting metal. “I’m here with a few Lokisons trying to get to the core.”
“Sorry, wrong end of the system, could someone get her some support, please? Thank ya. Oof, shit they’re frisky.” I huffed and rubbed my wriggling tummy. I have a few hundred POWs in there and they have all the nutrition and freedom to move they could need besides being stuck in my sexy slime uterus. “Is there anyplace where I could offload my prisoners? Since I’m not getting pleasure out of this, I’d rather have them in proper cells.” Since most of them don’t want to be inside of me, I’m not enjoying this anymore. It flies in the face of my Freedom Aspect.
“I’d be the best suited for handling prisoners, since a good portion of my hull is designed to hold them.” The Pillar of Collateral responded. The heavyweight was on the other side of the system, where the heavier fighting was going on with the Corpus still resisting. At least on this side of the Char System, the UnSC had mostly surrendered with their ships disabled and their command structure currently in my womb. “In the meantime, I’m sure Hunter and his crew could take them off of you.”
“I’m already outside.” The Hunter informed me and I eagerly jogged to the airlock. When I ejected, there was nothing outside, confusing me for a moment before I remembered the Hunter was a stealth frigate. I waited patiently as a tractor beam pulled me through the void and into an unseen airlock. “I’ve got spatially extended storage rooms you can deposit our guests into. Ocellus will help with that.”
When the airlock cycled, I was greeted by a cute light blue changeling mare with pink gossamer hair. She was unusually skinny, almost spindly, but I got the sense that was her bodysuit’s doing. Neat. “Hello, I’ll help keep them in line. Don’t worry, I’m more powerful than I look.” The sweet-sounding mare closed her eyes with an adorable smile. Daw~ I wanna hug her~!
“Stop flirting with the future queen and do your job!” A gruff mare with bacon hair shouted at the precious bug-pony, but she didn’t react and led me through the Hunter’s immaculate halls.
“Don’t mind Sunset. She’s always super-serious when we’re on an op.” Ocellus assured me before she opened a door that had...cupboards? She then pushed me gently into one and I stumbled into a cellblock! “The Hunter has a lot of extra storage. He once delivered a whole battalion’s armory behind enemy lines.”
“Cool. Okay, I’m gonna start morphing through the bars and dropping a couple of prisoners in each.” Guh, doing this makes my membrane crawl. I hope we don’t have to incarcerate these people too long, my Freedom Aspect is making me feel sick for doing this.
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“Figures that you dumbfucks wouldn’t have a sense of duty or, y’know, sense.” Brennie chuffed in frustration as she sat her naked shiny metallic red ass in a seat with chains of metal goo binding the crew in the corner. Even though she’d peacefully subdued the commanders and taken the command center, their underlings kept fighting. Not as one, though. It seemed every one of them was now out for themselves and either trying to flee or fight despite the odds.
Brennie couldn’t read all this new script presented to her, but her well-seasoned machine learning from millenia of using equipment allowed her to methodically go through the functions of the Autofactory without hitting any big red buttons. Rule one for working with machines you weren’t used to: never hit the big red button unless you want catastrophe.
At best it’s an emergency stop, at worst it’s a self-destruct feature. Some people thought that was just a trope, it’s not. Idiots actually make a big, obvious do not press red button the trigger for fucking everyone and themselves over. “I wish you chose to cooperate with more than just a surrender.” Brennie muttered with a glare over at the silent bridge crew. She wasn’t gonna torture some spineless eggheads over this, she’d-there.
The Autofactory ceased taking in feedstock and the rest of the system began shutting down aside from the enormous factory-fort’s life-support systems. Brennie huffed out a breath in pride as her tail wagged. It was only now that she wasn’t busy that she realized the psionic pressure had ceased. “Fucker must’ve given up for now. This is Berserker, I’ve got the Autofactory cooling off. Mop up these idiots so we can get ready for the Sweepers when they arrive.”
The Sweeper fleet had left Tarkus hours in realspace time after they had. This was so the mostly-unarmed ships weren’t at risk and they could get to breaking down the debris and asteroids of the system while they hunted down that Terran tech that Eris wanted them to get from Char. After all, Sweepers had to devote their power to their primary function.
Brennie stifled a sexual groan at their victory as War and Sex resonated. Fuck~. Adding Sex to War was intoxicating. At least straight-up sex was still way more gratifying. Brennie only realized she’d begun masturbating when her right hand’s fingers were nearly palm-deep in her snatch and she yanked her hand out with a lewd squelch of her sticky grool. Thankfully she’d also blindfolded the bridge crew, but she just knew they could hear and smell her arousal.
Licking her tasty grool from her fingers, Brennie stood from the soaked seat and willed herself back to being male, then he shed his slime back to Pandora before summoning his armor once more. He could revel in the glory of a good victory later, they weren’t done here.
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Luster Dawn was high right now. She hated killing, it was so final, so cold. However, using her Zorks in boarding actions, slaying clone-droids acting as proxies for their progenitors and swarming moas in a wave of Waaagh was utterly intoxicating. The fact that each enemy clone she slaughtered meant more Life, more of her swarm, were born, fuck! It was like she had a miniature orgasm with each new Zerg that was added to her command!
That was why Marcus had her removed from the bridge. She was a panting, lustful wreck dripping milk and grool down her body and leg tendrils and was very distracting, so he had her taken to his quarters where she was now being tended to by his dragon ladies as she controlled her swarm across the system without pause. “Oh~!” Luster groaned with a leg-tendril diving in and out of her squelching snatch. “Uhn~!”
“By the gods she’s so hot.” Travelex snarled and groped her red breasts with her thicc red tail rubbing against her own groin through her thighs while panting hornily. “Why can’t we fuck her? She’s clearly high as fuck anyway.” She’d stripped nude when just smelling Luster made her wet both down below and her leaky, milky nips.
“Because she needs to help clean up as much of the mess as possible and help crew the captured ships.” Freval reminded their lewd lover and the other dragonesses nodded. “If anything, we should be helping her calm down, but I think just touching her will set her off.”
“Oh dear, we don’t want that.” Dulvex mewled and watched the Zerg Queen masturbate with a blush. “She is making me very horny, though.”
“J-just go keep t-t-Travelex occupied.” Syrex pushed the gentle pink dragoness into the lewd red dragoness and continued to push the now-kissing females into the bathroom before closing the door. “I s-s-swear, without Uri around, w-we have to be the r-responsible ones.” The green femme said to her blue scaled lover with a twitchy tut.
“Uri found someone perfect for her, I’ll take her job in the group happily.” Freval side-hugged Syrex and sighed as Luster Dawn neighed in orgasm. “Our humble harem may be down a girl, but with how Marcus is treating this goddess, we might be in for more than we expected.”
“S-so long as I don't have to spend more t-t-time away from him, I’m cool with it.” Syrex bit her lip as Luster moaned and gushed lewd fluids. “C-could we…?” Freval rolled her eyes and kissed the twitchy dragoness. She wished they hadn’t hidden in Marcus’s Inventory for the trip here, but it wasn’t lonely there and they got to have fun with their stud’s junk, literally.
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Jim felt relieved. Whatever insidious force had been trying to throw him into another frenzy was gone now. Either the source was on one of the UnSC ships they’d captured or they decided it wasn’t worth trying to continue the act with so many of their forces nullified. Thanks to Jane’s incredible boarding skills, not a single one of the enemy’s ships were lost. This was a huge boon! They won’t be able to convince all of the captured crews to join the Rebellion, but-.
“Jimmy, since you have the fastest suit in the system and my wife isn’t available, could you come pick me up? I’d fly myself, but it’d take way too damn long without a War boost. Besides, we need to get searching down on Char.” Berserker hailed him and Jim grunted in agreement since with Jane indisposed, he had a non-MTS cockpit the legendary War God could occupy.
“What has the Runner occupied?” Jim asked with a look around. “Ah, she’s ferrying tons of folks around, I see. Can’t redirect priority to you when you have someone like me available.” Jim launched through low-speed FTL across the system, the Strike Saber moved with a grace that it lacked without the Zaku combined with it. It seemed while the Zaku Khan focused more on firepower and modular equipment, the Strike Saber was all about speed.
“Yep. She’s stuck being the ferry with us having brought as few ships as possible. I’d have had my other wife do it, but she’s a starfighter and hasn’t flown in live combat before now. I don’t want to put her at risk when I have someone with such a bullshit craft like you available.” Berserker replied moments before Jim brought the Strike Saber to Berserker’s IFF.
Seeing the winged warrior floating in space was an almost religious moment, but Jim managed to shove his hero-worship into the backseat so he could let the guy into the copilot cockpit. Without a copilot, the Strike Saber lost its omnidirectional laser system that Jane jokingly called ‘Rose Bits’ for some reason.
“Do you need escorts?” A pair of starfighters stylized like pegasi asked as they flew in close.
“No, if anything we should only take a gunship. The fewer people we risk down on Char, the better.” Berserker replied as Jim drifted away from any other suits or ships. “Ivara Prime, do you have the data?”
“Thanks to your capture of the bridge of their factory fort, yes. Your best bet is quadrant 66-B.” After Ivara’s reply, a portion of Char’s surface the size of a country lit up on Jim’s HUD. “You should go get Jane though. She’s the one with the space-wizard powers.”
“She’s currently ‘delivering’ a few hundred POWs into the Hunter’s cells.” Jim informed them in case they missed that tidbit from earlier. A lot happens at once on a battlefield. Jim was just happy his team made it through. Uri and Khorgan were just hitching along with the Runner as hull-attached escorts.
“Then take me to her, we need her to help find that thing quickly. The Sweepers will be here soon and the sooner Char is uninhabited and ready for harvesting, the better.” Berserker ordered and Jim promptly obeyed...after asking Berserker to tag the Hunter on his HUD, because damn is that stealth frigate scary hard to find.
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“There, sorry fer the unexpected unbirthing.” I apologized to all of the prisoners, who were either angrily shouting, laughing or even bawdily applauding my lewd method of capture. Considering how many of them were Cat-Kuts and other species renowned for their lewd natures, I think it was a good idea that I didn’t form my ovaries or I’d be knocked up for sure.
“We’ll get them processed. Mister Hawkins and Berserker are waiting for you in the hangar.” Ocellus informed me and I nodded at the cute changeling in gratitude before I left the spatially distorted prison and got dressed on the way to the hangar in my white bodysuit and limb armor. I’d stowed them away the moment my mad scheme popped into my mind. I’m glad I didn’t destroy them, they were precious gifts from Luster.
“What took you so long?” Jimbo asked with a smile after turning away from Berserker. It seems these two have quickly become buddies.
“Childbirth is a long, difficult, arduous-.” Berserker bonked me playfully on the head and I blepped. “I had to put them all in cells. Using osmosis to remove prisoners from my womb was new to me, so I had to take my time with the first several.” Thankfully the UnSC doesn’t employ slimes in their military. It would’ve been much harder corralling others of my kind.
“Considering imprisoning people goes against one of your Aspects, I bet you didn’t enjoy it at all.” Berserker rubbed my neck and I cooed, my tail wagging at the attention. “Beyond the opening bit that is. Now then, we’ve got a mysterious Terran weapon to find and retrieve before the Sweepers are sent in to consume Char entirely. After they’re done, the only thing that’ll be left in the Char system are the stars.”
“If only it was as easy to terraform worlds as it was to destroy them.” Jimbo sighed in melancholy before leading the way over to the Strike Saber. Seeing the green-armored mobile suit from the setting of a hangar was as surreal as seeing the Zaku Khan. While the Zaku Khan had a powerful, deadly presence, the Strike Saber was elegant and sleek. “Do you think you two can squeeze into the copilot cockpit?”
“I don’t know, can we?” I asked Berserker with a lick of my lips. “If we were both goo, that’d be easy, instead of me needing to squish myself around yer hard body.” My metaphorical heart raced at the idea of fusing with Berserker again. This time it’d be mutual instead of us being half asleep until moments before splitting apart. I hope that’s what he chooses!
“Hm, yeah, okay.” Berserker banished his armor and then became a sexy slime stud. I panted down at his glorious nuts before they vanished and Brennie was smirking at me. “I know, I’m hot as Hell, but let’s do this. We have work to do.” Brennie approached and kissed me deeply. Then I moaned as she poured herself into me, causing my body to grow, forcing my armor limbs to detach and I soon matched Jimbo for height.
“Whoa…” Jimbo gawked at me and I winked my red eye at him. Brennie was just as horny for Jimbo as Jane and if I didn’t have work to do, I’d jump this stud right here~. “Well, uh, let’s go.” Jimbo awkwardly turned away and I pawed my beach-ball breasts with a growl. If I was properly proportioned by average scale, my boobs would be K-cups, but since I’m not, well, it’ll be easier to shrink down to fit into the cockpit.
So, I forced my squirming, thirsty womb to shut up and climbed up after Jimbo, getting into the second cockpit with only a bit of difficulty, having to shrink down to Jane and Brennie’s usual scale to fit easily, also allowing me to put the armor limbs back on my silver right side. Okay, now then. Center myself, the Force will guide me...that’s a load of shit, I’ll guide myself. Hm, it seems combining my two halves was a good idea, Jane’s Force and Brennie’s Ruin actually allow me to seek the remnants of Terran society on that lava ball of a world.
“No offense, Jane, but the Force feels fucking weird to me. For some reason. I think it still has a problem with me. Not you, just the Force in general.” My Brennie half protested, but while I understand her discomfort, that doesn’t make a lot of sense.
“That’s saying I have a problem with ya, I am the Force here. I don’t, ya just need to woman up and let me in. Our souls are already snuggled up nice and cozy, our bodies are one.” My Jane half soothed as we rapidly approached Quadrant 66-B. “Just, not all the way. I don’t want us to end up like Wiatr. I love ya for who ya are, I don’t want to change that by us becoming one permanently. N-not that it wouldn’t be epic, just saying.”
“Thank you.” My Brennie half sniffled a little before opening herself up, just enough for my other half to form a deeper connection. All of her fears and pain, joys and pleasure, everything. While Brennie had been inside of Jane’s soul before, this was the first time she’d linked her soul with someone else’s. It was orgasmic.
I came and flooded my bodysuit with grool. I’m glad that I had the foresight to mute myself so Jimbo wouldn’t have to hear me orgasm in the middle of a mission. I didn’t give a fuck about propriety, but Jimbo didn’t need to be distracted as he entered Char’s atmosphere, heading for the shrunken area I’d managed to point out on the HUD in the throes of ecstasy. I fucking love myself and don’t care if that’s a form of self-cest right now!
I began masturbating, my silver right hand was buried in my two-toned quim and I sucked on my left red nip while my red hand kneaded the underside of my red breast. I came again as the Soul-deep pleasure coursed through my slime body like the pure rapture it genuinely was. I panted and managed to use my red hand to narrow down the search area further.
I don’t know how long I went to town on myself, but by the time I was a gooey wreck puddled on the floor of the cockpit in a swirl of silver and red, there was a gunship picking up our find.
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Faye drank from the formerly sealed drink pouch as she drifted in space inside of the Red Head. She’d nearly been able to compare to an Atlan Colossus in terms of the sheer number of micro missiles she was able to fill the battlefield with. Between her heavy fire support and Spike’s ace piloting of his Swordfish II, the team they’d been assigned to was basically just being babysat by them. In fact, that was their job. It was Lucatiel and Khorgan’s chief engineer Tam-Tam making field repairs and resupply to damaged ally units.
However, now that the fighting was done, Faye was bored. She was surprised at how that could be when before she was rather cowardly. Maybe Swerta fusing with her so often has changed her personality a bit. Meh, whatever. She wouldn’t mind if they ended up fusing permanently. She loved the slime wolf that deeply and just hoped Spike could accept them if that did happen.
“Okay, we’ve rescued all the people that need rescuing around here, it’s time to head back to the Vengeful Retributor.” Luca told the team and Faye sighed in relief. She seriously wanted to drag Spike to bed and get fucked, she just hoped he was up for it. If not, she and Swerta could have another go.
“I could do it now.” Swerta purred from Faye’s left breast and she groped her mate.
“Whoop-pish! Down girl!” Faye jokingly chided her ‘pilot suit’ with a pat of her breast.
“We got one of those Aemir headed to the flagship.” Someone reported over the fleet comms.
Faye wasn’t worried, the Aemir were a nomadic warrior culture that ‘helped’ whoever they thought needed it. They asked for money to fund their fleet, but the Aemir were kinda like the Quarian Migrant Fleet of old, except their chosen lifestyle was an act of rebellion against the megacorps and govs. They hated the megacorps with a passion. They’re native to Andromeda though, so them being in Triangulum is the strangest thing.
“This is Albagsl Tyrson, requesting permission for formal diplomatic meets with the leaders of this fleet.” Someone hailed and Faye turned off fleet comms with a roll of her eyes.
“Not our business, let’s land and find Spike!” Swerta purred and kneaded Faye's nips, making the pink slime hippogriff hen croon and start rubbing her groin with her left hand as she idly piloted the Red Head towards the flagship.
“Hey good girl, did you fare alright?” Spike asked over private comms.
“You, me, your bedroom, five minutes after we arrive.” Faye growled hungrily and Spike choked up. Whatever was coming over her, Faye needed her mate!

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Ch.73
Ch.73
I moaned and rose out of the pool of myself to blink at the room the topless oil drum I was in had been put in. I recognized it as where my wives Visi and Vinnie had pleasured me like mad for a couple of days on the journey to Char. I looked at my swirled silver and red slime. Oops, gonna take a good bit of effort to get untangled. Hot fuck do I love myself though. “Oh, I’m such a sexy bitch.” I panted and slithered out of my drum before I formed my legs and stretched.
My membrane settled, I sauntered to the bathroom and looked at the glorious gal in the mirror. Red scales and silver fur greeted me, the stretch helping me order my slime in the most appealing pattern. I even checked to make sure my fluffy tail was silver with red highlights, same with my mane of hair. I pouted, then remembered where I put my silver jewelry.
I fished them from my cleavage and put them in my hair, on my tail, my ankles, wrists and neck. “Looking good, babe.” I winked at myself and blew a kiss. “Now then, let’s see...meet up with Uri, Marcus, figure out what’s next, maybe pin Jimmy to a wall and fuck the stud stupid.” I mused and then the bathroom door opened to let my wife Visi in. “Visi! I know ya didn’t get to fight much, but how did yer Alt do?” I asked as I pulled out black panties from my cleavage.
“Not bad and I can say the same for you two~.” Visilia purred and I huffed in annoyance.
“Two? Visi, be nice. I’m Janey.” I pouted at my wife for forgetting I’m one person right now. “I’m glad we fused, because Brennie didn’t know how to firm up her membrane properly. Now when we split, she’ll be able to do a stretch and shimmy, then be on with her day instead of constantly having to think about holding her shape. I’m just glad the cyber part of Brennie’s slime allows her to mimic flesh and fur like this. I wish Jane was a cyber slime too, but Rivala isn’t here.”
“Wait, what? Let me in then! I want to learn that trick too!” Visi demanded and I was pinned to the wall, kissing my wife before she poured down my throat. I moaned as I grew larger. I’m glad I didn’t put on those panties yet, they would’ve snapped with how thicc Visi is making me! I was alone with three minds and souls in one body, groaning and blinking at the fluffy alicorn kirin in the mirror with her giant yoga ball tits resting on the counter.
I huffed and ran my fingers through my half-red half-silver mane that had snapped my silver hair band before I stretched my silver-membraned red-scaled wings, which ceased being slimy and became solid with the stretch. “There, all nice and orderly.” I shrunk down to normal size and put on the panties and discarded jewelry, then hummed as I pondered if I felt like jeans or a skirt today. Skirt, definitely skirt. I’m going to drive my husbands and wife nuts at the sight of me~.
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“What the fuck is this thing?” Luster Dawn asked in utter bafflement as she hovered around the ancient device that her lover had homed in on down on Char’s surface. It was huge, needing to be hauled out of the lava by the combined tractor beams of several captured cruisers.
A giant mech about the size of a dreadnought, it was orange with a blue visor on the head. It had absolutely no weapons besides a molecular assembler on it’s right arm and molecular core that could use almost anything as fuel. This huge mech, by the data, was some sort of construction drone, though for what was not clear.
“I’ve got some data from it. It’s Terran and seems to be a tool for a dyson sphere project.” A technician from the Legacy spoke up from a terminal nearby. Most of this giant machine was surprisingly intact. “It can be refitted easily, especially since we can replace the powerplant with an Argent reactor so it’s not consuming more materials than it’s working with.”
“So what exactly can we do with this? It's bloody huge!” Luster declared with excitement. She wasn’t as big of a gearhead as she was a biology nerd, but the sheer size and potential of this thing meant so much could be possible.
“Well there is a Zerg nesting in the reactor core right now. It seems the drone’s shielding protected it from something. It’s not awake, though. As for what we can do with it, we can add dreadnought class weapons to its arms or use it to less destructively exploit planets, even for terraforming.” The scientist commented as he looked over the data more.
“A Zerg? You mean they didn’t all go with my mother to Paradise?” Luster asked curiously, because she couldn’t sense this Zerg at all.
“This is where the Zerg originated, this galaxy that is. The only reason we found this one was from the mech’s diagnostics when it readily responded to us plugging into it. It’s reading her as a biological threat, but does not have termination protocols and is programmed to preserve, protect and analyze new discoveries, but it’s been offline so long it could only handle the first two as a priority.”
“I could see that, because Zerg used to be a mindless consuming swarm. Mother had explained Zerg history extensively. It makes sense that this non-combat unit would at least detain a Zerg, with the Terrans and Protoss having been at war with the Zerg for centuries.” Luster hummed and petted Zarv, who was her personal transport after she’d successfully spliced biomechanical thrusters in place of his wings along with an Eezo core. “We’ll have to see what that’s about.”
“Alright, well the unknown Zerg is starting to stir.” The Scientist commented before Luster felt a very old mind brushing against her’s. This wasn’t just any drone, but Queens like her and Kerrigan were a unique phenomenon outside of-oh no.
“Zagara.” Luster Dawn hissed as her eyes shined bright orange like beacons. “The Usurper Queen.” Oh, her mother had so many things to say about that nincompoop.
“Pardon ma’am?” the scientist asked but Luster waved him off, she needed to prepare for a briefing and figure out what to do with Zagara.
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Everyone was gawking at me as I passed. I mean, they have every right to, I’m the most beautiful person in the universe. I’m not just being vain, but there’s no deity of Beauty and I’m rather worried I might qualify. If I get that while fused, we’d be stuck like this, so hopefully people don’t worship me this way. Not that being permanently fused with my beloveds would be horrible, just unwanted by all of my constituents and their lovers.
“Oh, my gosh.” Marcus gawked down at me when I entered the bridge and I preened, my wings fluttering as I fluttered my eyes at him. I’d chosen to go for a black miniskirt and too-tight black crop top so my abs were on display. My Navel Pearl was dull due to my womb being woefully empty, but it accented my red and silver body tones well with its deep purple shine.
“I know, I know. Having a bit of fun. I’m also looking fer Vinnie to fuse with her too. Jane knows how to easily form a good membrane, it’s why it looks like I’m not slime.” I told my sexy son and wondered when I became a Lannister. At least I’m not genetically related to him anymore.
“Uh, I, um-she was last seen in the galley, grabbing a bite to eat.” Marcus finally answered, unable to look away from my sexiness. My Brennie’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about how much of a man her son has become~.
“Good boy. I’ll see ya soon~.” I winked at my stud-muffin and made sure to sway my hips and tail on the way out. I can feel his boner along with all the lust directed at me by everyone who saw me. Goddess of Sex indeed~. No wonder Lethice became drunk on the power of Corruption with it taking the form of Lust so long ago. At least Taint is clearly more insidious nowadays and thus easier to manage.
I stalked through the halls to the galley, enjoying everyone’s desires flowing around me. When I reached the cafeteria, I went straight for the golden beacon that was my beloved Vinnie. “Hm? Oh my gosh! Oh my-mmph!” I silenced her with a kiss and began drinking her into me. She squealed and shuddered, the pleasure flowing through her as she vanished down my gullet. I moaned when a fourth mind and soul slotted into place as my body gained golden highlights.
Also bunny ears, because that’s always been Vinnie’s most defining feature. “Fuck I’m a sexy bitch!” I declared and panted as dozens of my soldiers groaned and fought off their desires to erupt into an orgy on the spot. “Carry on, I’m going to go find one of my husbands and have fun.” I growled hungrily and prowled out of the galley, which then broke out into an orgy.
Gods damn, no wonder Wiatr loves this!
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Luster looked at the repulsor cage holding Zagara. The ancient Zerg Queen was once just one of many of that type used to help coordinate the Zerg like how Luster’s Zachni do. Kerrigan had told her of how Zagara came to be, a lowly Queen raised to a broodmother and then given the prestigious role of her second-in-command, only for her to usurp her as Overqueen when Kerrigan had become mostly Terran.
Of course, when Kerrigan returned to Char to fetch her minions, Zagara tried to kill her, only to discover that despite her Terran appearance, Kerrigan was still the Zerg Overqueen. This slight caused Kerrigan to remove the role of Overqueen and do away with the title entirely, leaving only her as the Queen and Zagara was given to Abathur to be given the brains to see her folly.
“Are you done looking at your mother’s pet, child?” Zagara hissed in resignation. After she was demoted and forced to live with the truth of her inadequacies, Zagara was abandoned on Char when Kerrigan achieved the body of a Xel’Naga, an Aspectless God, then fled Triangulum with the hope for a new start in a place where the Zerg were not known as just mindless monsters.
“No, I’m just considering if making you my pet is worth it when I already have my own Abathur in the form of Zelma.” Luster coldly said as she hovered around the multi-legged zergling broodmother. All she needed was sustenance and she’d pop out zerglings like no tomorrow, but zerglings were less than worthless to Luster Dawn. “I can birth blank templates in volumes that make you look pathetic, I have my warrior, my pet and my librarian. Is there any point to you?”
“Just kill me, end my existence. I’ve slumbered for so long all I wish for is peace.” Zagara hissed and Luster hummed before she smirked.
“Actually, I still have a use for you. How would you like to be the main producer of my Zasks?” Luster rhetorically asked as she opened the cage and her abdomen began splitting open like a gaping maw. Zagara didn’t even get to scream.
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“N-now, now. Be reasonable.” Hunter stammered as he held Juneau and backed away from me in their room where I’d cornered them with the slime husky being in the open for once. Well, tracked them to, shush, role-playing. My Brennie and Visi really love to role-play.
“I’m being more than reasonable~.” I purred as I groped my clothed breasts and stalked towards my prey. Poor, defenseless Juneau, Hunter’s beautiful slime-husky wife, our wife. “C’mere June, I’m going to teach yew so much.” So that her simulated fluff can become actual fluff~.
“Um, what do you-mmph?!” I kissed her and she struggled feebly as she rapidly vanished within me with each deep gulp of her slime. Soon, Hunter was looking at me in horror as I groaned and June’s mind and soul joined me while her fluffy thicc neck poofed up mine and made my tail extra fluffy.
“O-oh no.” Hunter shuddered and I turned my multicolored eyes upon him with glee. “Please, listen to me. I understand it’s intoxicating, but you need to stop.”
“Not until I get my fill. Now, strip, stud. I can’t bring you into the fold, but I can certainly use mine to milk you of your essence~.” I dropped my skirt and panties, which trailed my sticky grool down my legs to the floor. “I am 4 of your wives and your future waifu in one body and I need you~.” I growled, sure that my eyes were swirling with hearts for pupils.
“Damn...is this how you felt when Wiatr first came into existence?” Hunter questioned and I growled at him bringing up how uneasy Bryan had been when Wiatr first formed from 3 impressive females after her ascension which Brennie was still sore about missing.
“Yes, now drop those pants already!” I snarled in annoyance. I know Hunter is the most talkative of the Marines when in private, but I never knew how much. No wonder Wiatr confided in me that Hunter could be such a frustrating tease, putting conversation before sex. Normally I’m for that, but right now he has an irritated Sex Goddess on his hands and he wants to chat?
“Well, usually I’m all for it, but you’re not in your right mind right now. I can tell these things, remember? Inebriation, intoxication and hormonal overload are some of my biggest turn-offs.” Hunter stated and I cussed, kicking at my clothes and pacing in agitation.
“Ugh! Fine! I’m in Heat! We worked plenty of that out on the journey here from Tarkus, but now I’m 5 horny bitches about it and I want puppies, foals, whatever!” I howled at the ceiling and panted as my wings fluttered while I kneaded my lower stomach. “I’m so empty and I need to feel one of my husbands within me, please~!” I begged my husband with whimpers.
“The fact this is all you 5 and not that psionic bullshit makes this harder.” Hunter rubbed his scaly snout and the gray dracowolf sighed out of his nose. “We can’t handle the logistics of you 5 hyper-fertile slimes, one of you being a Sex Goddess another being a Fertility Goddess and Life Goddess, getting pregnant. This isn’t the old days where that helps the situation.”
“I know~!” I whined and plopped my perfect ass on the bed and buried my face in my hands. “It doesn’t change the fact that I want to have more babies with people I Love. If you could knock me out, that’d be great. I’d rather be unconscious than suffer through this heat.”
“Even if you tell me to...there’s 5 of you in there. I’d have difficulty with one of you and Jane is the Force. Just split apart-.”
“I don’t want to!” I snarled at him and got up, my cunny-honey trailed threads between my snatch and the bed. “I don’t want to be fused permanently, but right now I think the only reason you don’t have 5 horny slime sluts on you is because I’m combining their mental fortitude!”
Hunter was going to say something else, but Uri barged in and grabbed me by the hips. I yelped when she began shoving me ass first up her cunt! I squeaked and tried to wriggle free, but the dragoness who was actually twice the size of Earth’s moon Luna, easily crammed me into her snatch, then plugged her pussy with her tail! My padawan and future wife just forcibly unbirthed me! Okay then! Time to masturbate like mad and drive her crazy as a reward~!
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“Hey Luster, you’re looking a little...fat.” A pegasus crewman confusedly commented.
“It’s just my mother’s old troublesome minion being troublesome for me as she’s remodeled inside of me with a little help from Rivala.” Luster casually replied with her hands grabbing her perceived belly chub and giving it a jiggle. “This’ll be gone by the end of the day.”
“I’d figure that minion might hold some secrets about your mother. Eh, not my business.” He said with a shrug before he walked away.
“Whatever secrets she has, I’ll get out of her later. As for her design: outmoded, outdated, outgunned. She will be so grateful when I turn her into a horny rabbit reptile broodmother.” Luster sighed before her belly lurched with Zagara struggling again, kicking and batting at Rivala and Luster’s womb. “Oh~, calm down. You’re gonna be a sexy shortstack and love it!”
Zagara tried using what little power she had as a broodmother to fight the mare’s intentions. Luster could feel Zagara begging, sending information on the past to Luster to try and convince her, but Luster just slapped her jiggly belly. “Zagara! You will be a sexy little bitch and love it! Trust me, having the ability to actually feel pleasure is a vast upgrade to your unfeeling form!”
Zaraga’s mind slowly quieted her struggles as a notion of how to make Zergs with souls briefly came from her. “No. Even if you try to bargain, I’m not going to leave you as a lesser creature. I’m giving you a body to use as you see fit so long as you use it to further my goals. Once I no longer need your services, I may even remove your immense breeding potential if you wish. I’ll just ask you later after you’ve had time to adjust.” Luster huffed and floated onward.
“Hey Luster, do you want to get to a room?” Luster perked and looked in surprise at the person offering. Luster Dawn hadn’t had the pleasure of being with James Hawkins yet and he looked sleepy, yet he sought her out and made such a request when she looks all fat and-her Navel Pearl suddenly kicked in when Zagara’s body besides her brain turned into a slurry and began forming her new Zask body, making her slim and sexy again.
“Sure! I mean, I’ve been a bit curious about when we’d get to do something after how the Marines jumped on you the moment you arrived and Jane won’t shut up about you whenever you come up.” Luster’s leg tendrils began squirming and even twining together as she excitedly wrung her fingers in excitement at the thought of bedding the absolute studly god.
“Oh, I can’t be with my other mates since they’re all busy, so are the Marines and Jane. I’m a bit lonely and I figure, since you’re part of the deal with Jane, I might as well get to know you better.” James said nervously and Luster purred as she hovered up to him to put her hands on his bulging pecs and bite her lip.
“I’m glad you finally came along. I have my other lover, Rivala, in my womb right now. She can come out and make this a proper get-together.” Luster ran her fingers though James’s long, flowing purple locks of hair and licked her lips. “My gosh you’re Virile. I can feel my ovaries trying to kick in despite that all that’d come of it are more blank drone eggs.”
“Well, let's get to a room and have fun for the night.” James chuckled and wrapped an arm around Luster’s waist to drag the floating female along.
“Considering we’re stuck hurrying up to wait with the Sweepers turning the whole system into a material cache to use at Tarkus, we may as well make it a nightly thing if we can.” Luster cooed while within her womb, Zagara’s new form rapidly took shape and the former usurper was now a sexy Zask. She could hardly wait for her to wake up and be shown the wonders of her new life.
“Yeah, so what was with the pudge?” James asked curiously as he opened the door to an unclaimed room. The Vengeful Retributor was running on a skeleton crew with so many Argentines being forced to crew so many other captured ships and fly them to Tarkus. Considering the ‘Capture of Char’ ended up with 27 Corpus ships and 12 UnSC ships of frigate or higher tonnage in the hands of the Rebellion, the Argentines had to activate fresh droids.
“Just an old traitorous minion of my mother being difficult. She’ll see things from a much clearer mindset and stronger brain when I unleash her on the universe.” Luster informed the hunky changeling as he set her over the bed, which she remained hovering over as he undressed.
“I won’t interfere if we do this, will I?” James asked in concern as he shucked his pants.
“No, if anything you’ll be helping.” Luster purred and imagined Zagara getting knocked up like this, but she’d rather have Zagara’s ‘first’ time be a firsthand experience, so she ensured there was a mucus plug over the sleeping female’s groin before Rivala oozed out of Luster’s cunt around her bikini bottom and hovered next to her. “This is Rivala, a Wiatr Fairy.”
“Oh, so she’s a daughter of Wiatr?” James questioned curiously before the red slime wolfess floated up to him and kissed him, smooshing her basketball boobs against his pecs.
“Yes, also an old lover of Berserker, although I’ve forgotten from being degenerated for so long. Now, just be careful what you wish for, it just might come true~.” Rivala cooed and began kissing down his body before James groaned when she dove her tongue into his genital slit and Luster began using a leg-tendril to masturbate, letting Rivala go first at the stud.
After all, Rivala has been good today avoiding joining the other slimes in fusing.
However, Luster felt that wouldn’t last~.

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Ch.74
Ch.74
While I can never tire from Sex, thanks to Brennie being the Goddess of said act of pleasure, I did eventually frig myself long and hard enough while also tormenting Uri that I ceased to be overwhelmed with the desire to make babies. At least I had the strength of will not to sprout male organs and fuck Uri’s fallopean tubes directly to impregnate her instead.
I was also getting bothered with concerns over the events going on outside of Uri’s wonderful womb. How was the capture and processing of prisoners going? How about the capture of enemy assets? The logistics of moving so few crew among so many new ships? Et cetera. I’m covering so many Aspects in my fused state that now that Sex, Fertility and Life have calmed down, others like War, Ruin and Death were on my mind.
I sloshed and rubbed Uri’s womb walls to try and let her know I was calm now and wanted out, but she was still and the Force told me she was in a deep, exhausted slumber from my actions tiring her out. She still had her tail plugging her pussy too...it looks like I have to pull a Vinnie. Sorry for the sudden emptiness Uri…
*Pop!* I splashed to the floor and then reformed next to the bed where a sleeping Uri had half her tail shoved up her twat and she was snoozing. I gently pulled her tail out of her groin and she moaned in her sleep until her wet tail slapped against the bed and I absorbed the juices with a hand and then tucked her into bed before I kissed her brow and quietly left the room.
I sighed and put my hands to my sternum between my naked breasts with quiet joy that I’ll be wedded to that quiet and gentle yet powerful dragoness in the future. Now then, I’m 5 people, I shouldn’t be 5 people, but I still want to be 5 people. I put my hands on my wide child-bearing hips and swished my tail as I hummed in consideration.
I’m not horny right now, it’s the night cycle of the ship and I sense nobody is staying up late.
…
I’m craving cherry ice cream. With spicy pickles. Uh-oh...I hope I’m just imagining things...
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“*Gasp!* Fuck!” Zagara panted when she was released from Luster’s womb. The purple bony, spiky, ugly scorpion creature was now a purple, thicc, busty, bootyful beauty with glowing orange eyes that were wide as she looked around. “My gosh. Everything makes sense.”
“Welcome to your new reality~.” Luster Dawn chirped as her body returned to normal and she hovered around the four foot shortstack while she observed the room with awe. “If you think that’s awesome, wait until you have sex for the first time.” Luster cooed and combed the purple Zask’s orange plumage tenderly.
“You mean that Terran thing they do to make young? Don’t you just have a drone insert seminal fluid and get to work?” Zagara asked her new Queen in confusion.
“Gods no! There’s so much fun to be had in the process! Besides, no drone can compare to the studs in this new reality you find yourself in.” Luster Dawn assured her new Zask master template with a lustful lick of her lips and sway of her wide foal-bearing hips.
“Really?” Zagara asked as Luster summoned her male organs. “S-so big! How can I possibly take such a thing?! My new form is so small, that would split me in half!” Zagara declared fearfully and Luster laughed with a slap on her arm-thick mare-meat.
“Oh, you’ll take it, Zasks are just like their Rask counterparts. Basically organic balloons. You’ll get to experience the pleasure when we get back to Tarkus. Well, the pleasure of breeding that is. I’m going to educate you on your new body in the meantime~.” Luster Dawn purred and picked up the fearful Zagara, carrying her from the bathroom into the bedroom to give her some girly fun. It was at this point that Luster noticed something.
Rivala was missing.
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*Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!* I finished drinking Rivala into me and I moaned as fairy wings sprouted alongside Visi’s demonic wings. 6. I’m 6 people~! I panted and smished my tits against the wall I had pinned the slippery slime slut against as I frigged my fingers in and out of my squelching snatch! I howled in orgasm, uncaring of who saw or heard and then hovered into the air to avoid falling to my knees.
I ran my hands over my falsely flesh form and grabbed at the fluffy fur, the solid scales and kneaded my hard lower abs. I must do this again. Next time will include Wiatr, Urta, Penny, Cocoa, Sabrina, Honey, all the slime wives! I must experience the ecstasy my wives had on that fateful honeymoon when Wiatr and them all fused together and fucked us and themselves hyper-pregnant to kick off 200 years of blissful isolation that I missed out on~!
“Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay~.” Sang a slime that shimmied her wide hips as she slithered on her mound down the halls with engineering tools on her belt. It is rare to see a slime outside of reactors or recreation in the Argentine military, but if she’s an engineer then it’s because she has the skills.
“Have you seen any of my husbands?” I questioned her as I thought of things to do with my wish magic. With Rivala fused with so many deities, I have nearly unlimited Wish Power! I kinda want to shrink down to the size of a pixie and start mischievously granting off-hand wishes everywhere!
“They are busy tethering the Autofactory to a super-dreadnought and the Terran Terraformer to a cruiser.” The orange slime answered cheerfully.
“Thanks.” I shrunk down and flew down the hall as I pondered what to do next. I mean, I already ate all the cherry ice cream and pickles in the galley much to the quartermaster’s annoyance.
Now I’m craving...watermelon? Mm, watermelon…some Chop Suey too!
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“Flying through the Universe-hold up.” A Chaos noodle that looked more like gas and space dust sang before coming upon the Char system and seeing familiar ships. “Yay Grandparents! Old Jovia can say hi to grandpappy Berker! Yay! It's been a bazillion years!”
The noodle known as Jovia, chaos spirit of unbridled creation, rushed for the Vengeful Retributor to say hi to her family.
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“Uh-oh.” My Brennie, Vinnie, Visilia and Juneau said as I felt something coming my way. “Shit! It’s Jovia!” I don’t know why they’re in a panic, but it sounds like I’m not gonna finish my meal.
“Who is Jovia?” I asked them before a cloud of ammonia, hydrogen and small dust particles formed into a chaos noodle girl in front of me. “So, I’m guessing you’re Jovia?”
“Yes, you feel like Grandpa! I’m the Chaos of unbridled creation!” She cheered.
“So, Fertility.” I shrugged and finished my last slice of watermelon.
“No, I’m-.”
“A portion of Fertility. Or Fertility is a portion of you.” I shoveled the last of my chop suey down my hungry gullet. So hungry~! Now I’m craving pickled eggs and sauerkraut.
“I make stars and planets!” She said with a heft of her breasts.
“You literally give birth to stars and planets. You’re Fertility too, just a different sort.” I hovered back into the kitchen, which was almost barren with most of the staff spread across the new fleets. I stuck my upper body into the door labeled ‘pickled goods’ and wiggled my butt happily when I found the jar of pickled eggs right next to kraut.
“Are you all pregnant?” Jovia asked as she tilted her head in confusion.
“*Crunch* Dunno. Shouldn’t be.” I said as I munched on the pickled cabbage and groaned with unearthly satisfaction. “God that’s fucking good.” I opened my mouth wide and ate the jar whole, crunching up the entire thing, the glass falling through my slime to the floor as I chewed and then did the same to the jar of pickled eggs, groaning with each one that popped in my mouth.
“You are! Ee~! It’s always good to have more family~!” Jovia cheered as she nuzzled my bare lower stomach and I patted her head while reaching into the cupboard for more food.
“Yeah, yeah. God I’m so hungry.” I muttered and grabbed kimchi! Oo~! Spicy radish kimchi!
“Hm, I may have to create a garden world for you to eat and rest.” Jovia suggested to herself with a nod of her head.
“That...sounds really good, actually.” I licked my lips and my ravenous body quivered in agreement. “However I’m pregnant, I’m really pregnant. How though? I didn’t get penetrated or-Uri. Fuck. I was so needy that I took in her eggs and self-fertilized. That’s the only way...or she has a tail-dick and didn’t tell anyone.” I totally want her to get one if not. Meen-Rei, the ultra-sexy argonian babe that slipped Brennie’s grasp, has one and unf!
“Okay! In you go~!” Jovia flew above me and I muffled into her paradoxically solid vagina as she descended, unbirthing me rapidly! I came multiple times just from the act as her body assaulted me with gasses that specifically elicited pleasure! I may not breathe, but as a cosmic entity, Jovia can likely ignore such trivial things~! “Oh~! G-gunna-unf, grow a world just for you.” I passed out shortly from stimulation overload.
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“Are we ready to leave?” Marcus asked one of the few crew left aboard the Vengeful Retributor. The Char System was just a couple of stars now, devoid of any other celestial bodies. The Sweepers had left and the captured ships along with their towed prizes were leaving right now. As the flagship, the Vengeful Retributor was the last to go to ensure no stragglers.
“Just about, sir. All these fresh B1s are still adjusting their programming.” The deck officer replied with a gesture at all the blue and yellow striped droids filling in for spacers across the bridge. The B1 had gone through very minor improvements over many thousands of years in terms of overall design and appearance, but their programming and quality had skyrocketed. They made for good emergency replacement crews and over time became competent people.
“Excellent, let me know if anything changes.” Marcus then left the bridge. He hadn’t heard from the utterly glorious gestalt that his progenitor, aunts and Jane had become since his uncle Kevin told him that Uri had put her in ‘time-out’ in her womb for trying to get knocked-up. That was two days ago and Uri had entered a sex-coma from being overwhelmed by the amorous slime.
“There is an unknown gas on deck 15, in the galley! Since there’s no personnel accounted for, we’ve locked down the bulkheads.” A red and yellow B1 at the security station reported.
“That’s most likely one of my nieces, ignore it-wait.” Marcus stopped himself before looking back at the security droid. “Review the CCTV in the galley! I wanna know who else was in there before the incident.”
“Uh, the amalgam of your parents, aunts and new mates.” The B1 replied.
“Ugh...what happened to them?” Marcus rubbed his temples in frustration.
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The inside of Jovia’s womb is phenomenal. It’s a pocket dimension in its own right, appearing to be an empty void aside from a bright blue star in the center. I got to watch as a world grew from the colliding of asteroids, followed by the seeding of water and other vital resources by being struck by icy comets. Soon, I witnessed a world much like many garden worlds I’d seen develop over what would have been eons within minutes.
“So beautiful. Why did most of me dislike or fear this wondrous person?” I asked before chugging more from Jimbo’s flask. I’m so hungry. I know she offered this up as a meal, but it’s so much and could serve better as the home for people rather than just to feed me and my unknown brood. “I don’t think I want to eat that, but I’d gladly have a home on it myself.”
“Well, she can get a little...oh, nevermind. It was a long time ago and that’s not the case.” My Brennie sighed in resignation.
“There you go~! Eat up! Or, if you don’t wanna, feel free to take a vacation~.” Jovia the cosmic Draconequus gushed ethereally from all around us and I yelped before I found myself sitting on the top of a steep cliff leading down to an ocean, my perfect ass resting in a perfectly contoured shape that fit said callipygian booty perfectly and comfortably.
“Wow...this is nice.” I cooed and leaned back to find a rock contoured for my back. I closed my eyes and let the cool, temperate breeze blow over my fur and scales before I took a drink of Jimbo’s fruity sweet cum. I drank until I felt sleepy and then put the flask in my cleavage to doze.
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Jet felt immense relief when the first ships arrived in the Tarkus System. The Vengeful Retributor and other ships with Temporal Drives were of course the first to arrive, even if they had left possibly days after the first ships to leave Char. He would’ve gone with the others, but someone had to hold down the fort and keep the rabble-rousers in check without their pirate queen to scarouse them just by her presence.
However, when the first shuttle to arrive didn’t include Jane, he began to worry. Until he was told she and several other slime ladies decided to fuse together and go on to flaunt their divine presence, only to end up-. “-In my womb~!” The beautiful ethereal solid non-solid Draconequus squirmed with her hands on her fecund belly that shined with inner light through the gas-giant-like swirl of her thankfully safe-to-touch surface. “She’s feeding and growing in here~.”
“Gods damn it, Jane.” Jet rubbed the bridge of his snout at the irony that this was also the fault of the goddesses she’d fused with egging her on. Eris told him they were going to be busy getting further organized when the fleet returned, but he didn’t expect this.
“Why?” Jovia chuckled, “Grauntie Eris!” The pregnant ethereal serpent that looked like various celestial bodies formed into a living creature cheered when the avian serpent hugged her from the side. “Did you plan this~? Did I do good?”
“Yes my sweetling.” Eris smooched the other Chaos entity’s swirling stomach. “She’s all nice and safe in there, growing fat with not babies like she thinks, but something far greater. If only you were a slime, Jovia. You’d make what she’s doing a snap.” Eris pouted at her niece and then playfully spanked her left oceanic butt cheek, which splashed. “Still, good work.”
“So, what? Are we on break?” Marcus questioned as he walked up to the two noodles.
“Balls no. If you mean fighting? Yes, well, not really, defensive measures. Stuck hurrying up to wait on that front. Even if you have your dragoness harem bring more Argentine assets, we’d still need all 39 of those captured ships, not to mention all of the mobiles, updated and crewed.”
“Should I hunt down Jui?” Jovia asked out of the blue, being the literal airhead she is.
“No. You are going to be a good mama and lounge about getting fat on your graunties.” Eris chided her niece with a firm expression and a wag of her finger.
“But Jui is the chaos of slimes.” Jovia said in confusion.
“She would be useful, but not needed.” Eris affirmed sternly with a scrunch of her snout. “In fact, she'd actually make things worse.”
“Yeah, she would try to shove me and others inside of you. Also, seriously Eris, were you screwing with me that one time, or were you being serious?” Marcus asked, referring to when he was getting intimate with Luster with his auntie and progenitor barging in.
Eris blue-screened. “Oh, wait, hold on. I’m temporally out of sync. I don’t know what you’re talking about at the moment.” Eris admitted worriedly. “Damn it, I know my powers are getting harder to use, but I’ve forgotten something or is it that I haven’t done that yet? Please tell me in private, Marcus.”
“My God, that better not have been either your past or future self.” Marcus facepalm himself.
“Technically, if I’ve just forgotten, somehow, frighteningly, then it’d be my past self.” Eris scratched her head, looking confused. “Jet? What day is it?” For some reason, that question made the Argentines pale.
“Tuesday.” Jet checked his omni and nodded after making sure of it.
“Not Thursday?” Eris asked with a quiver in her voice.
“No, dear.” Jet affirmed and Eris looked lost.
“I...Marcus, I don’t know what’s going on suddenly. I don’t know!” Eris shrieked in panic and Jet grabbed her shoulders. “It’s slipping away! The tides of time and wibbly, wobbly goodness is slipping through my fingers! The Vergence is-.” Eris passed out and everyone was stone still as Jet held his worryingly frantic girlfriend as she shivered in her faint.
“Oh! I have a note!” Jovia chirped and pulled out a hand-scrawled note to Jet, who read it.
“Time Is Not Mine.” Jet read aloud and Marcus scooped Eris up before rushing back onto the shuttle. “Wait! What’s going...on…?” Jet asked as the Argentines took his lover away. “What is happening?”
“Auntie Eris is prepared for everything! Whatever it is, she has everything in motion.” Jovia airily assured Jet and then looked around the hangar. “This world, it was supposed to be dead, but it’s a zombie. I wanna take a look.” Jovia was about to leave, but Jet grabbed her earthy left wrist. “Hey~.”
“No, your aunt told you to sit around and get fat, you’re going to sit around and get fat.” Jet chuffed sternly at the ancient Chaos entity, who mewled and subsided ad the firm orders of the middle-aged mortal cybernetic diamond dog.
“Alright, that all happened. I’m gonna see if the latest episode of Magical Girl Calypso has been recorded on the Holo.” Faye shrugged off the situation and pulled Spike along by the hand.
“Didn’t they ruin it by-?” Spike was interrupted by Faye letting go of his hand.
“La-la-la no spoilers la-la!” Faye plugged her ears and hip-bumped her lover. It was scenes like that which reminded Jet that he had a big family to take care of.
Speaking of a big family, where were Ed, Ein and Aurora?
“Can we fuck if I can’t leave?” Jovia casually asked and Jet groaned in exasperation.

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Ch.75
Ch.75
“What do you mean she’s losing her power?!” Marcus roared as he paced in the Royal Infirmary in Devorak, where he’d taken his sister for examination after hearing that dire note. “She’s part of a Trinity! Don’t tell me she’s suddenly no more powerful than an unestablished Chaos spirit! If she’s dethroned…” What’s keeping Dongoruas and Hermais from being the same? What’s keeping Paradise from imploding and killing his trapped family and all within?
“I’m sorry, your highness, but there’s nothing we can do for her. We don’t even know how she has begun to lose her powers.” The scinox replied regretfully. “However, she governs Time, which hadn’t stopped or suddenly begun sundering in that dimension, correct? That means someone has either stolen her power or someone better suited has taken over her duties.”
“I...Jane. Eris said that she was going to give birth to something extraordinary.” Marcus recalled what his noodle sister had mentioned. “But, if what happened to her is gonna be the same for the other two, then…”
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“G-go~! Go!” Dongoruas shrieked as the stream of people poured into the Mirror of Twilight. “I-I c-can’t...much longer!” The ursine Draconequus was clutching her head and tears steamed from her glowing hot green eyes. Paradise was dying. Her pocket dimension, a place of safety and prosperity, was crumbling at the seams. Already the outer worlds have ceased to exist.
Thankfully the evacuation was ordered days in advance by a member of Eris’s Time Squad giving her the notice that ‘Divinity is Dead’. This was the last group. Even if all of these people would become Twili, entities of shadow under the aegis of Midna, it was better than being erased. Besides, Ashley Feell was still the same person as before, just more smug.
“C’mon Dongo!” Hermais pulled her triplet sister to her paws and towards the Mirror, which would be flung into the cosmos. It was likely to be caught by the buildings of Harmonia’s Ark once Paradise popped like a bubble and sprayed the last vestiges from the formerly humble CUM tank that helped start everything before the Empire’s founding. “Stay with me!”
“Sis. In case I die. I love you. I always have.” Donga wept as her home turned to white around them moments before they entered the Mirror-.
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-I came out of my zen trance at the sensation of something happening, as if trillions of voices in the Force cried out in fear, then were suddenly silenced. I shuddered and continued sucking on my flask as I looked down at my ovoid of a swirling slime body that had filled a valley. I felt tears in my eyes and sniffled, but I kept drinking. I can’t do anything about this feeling right now.
I’m not pregnant, not the normal means of which I understand it. I’m filled with a concept that is growing, distilling and concentrating within my body. My Aspects, all of them, are singing as I swell. I continued drinking and closed my eyes to meditate on this feeling of despair.
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“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Midna panted and paced as Ashley curled up at the foot of the bed. “I feel them. So many. Trillions.” Midna gulped and continued to float in a circle.
“Oh, It seEms tHe liTtle onE Has gOtten A stRonger hoLd oN hEr realM.” A voice that tasted blue commented. Minda jumped as four different tastes came to her tongue.
“What is her presence?” The deep red one growled.
“In-Between~.” The pink one purred.
“Please go away. I’m dealing with a lot of baggage right now and I kinda don’t care for whatever cosmic pissing contest you all have going on.” This got a sensation of satisfaction from all these different flavored colors and then she felt the oppressive presence fade. “Thank fuck. Ashley, I need you to get off your glorious ass and jump into the Twilight, go find out what’s going on.” Midna would try it herself, but she’s been warned against doing so since she’s the source.
“Yeah...be back.” Ashley sank into her own shadow and vanished. Midna really wished that the returned ships weren’t busy immediately on arrival, she could use Amelia and Jim right now.
“Why is this happening?” Midna whined. Then she was suddenly 8 feet tall and blinking down at her massive chest. “W-wha-whoa~?” Midna staggered in the air and fainted onto the bed.
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Edward, Rico and Kevin were gathered at the head of the conference table with Rex and Marcus having finished filling them in on Eris’s loss of power. They had been there when it happened, but the Scinoxes, as usual, refused to have people crowding a patient/test subject. So this was the point where the three of them had to deal with the cold truth that their wives may be dead while their other wives and new waifus are creating something within her fused body.
“When it rains, it pours. Of course we couldn’t just go into a defensive holding pattern cleanly after a successful mass-capture.” Edward groaned with his face in his hands. “It may be denial, but I don’t think our family in Paradise or what was Paradise, is dead. I’m sure we would’ve felt it. We’re deities and they’re close to us. I still remember the pain and loss when…”
“When someone we care about dies. Yeah.” Rico sighed and rested his cheek on his fist.
“They’re alive, we’ll find them.” Kevin resolutely declared and everyone in attendance nodded.
“Ah, there you are.” Tyr-dame Baldra said when she entered the conference room aboard the Vengeful Retributor, looking a bit lost. “These Argentine ships have such queer layouts.”
“We follow the Military-Defense-Standard of ship interior design while the Empire always preferred their more lax Civilian Ease-of-Use layout. It may seem counter-intuitive, but compartmentalizing the interior to create chokepoints in the event of a boarding action is more important than being able to get anywhere from anywhere.” Rex proudly informed the woman.
“Yes, by the Snow, it is confusing. I need to hammer out a few things regarding fleet supply.” Baldra stated before sitting down. “I understand from the droid outside that this was a rather sensitive subject you had convened over, have I intruded too soon?”
“No, no. We’ve basically laid all the heavy shit out. Feel free to speak.” Marcus sighed with a gesture for her to continue.
“First and foremost, understand that our ships are our homes. We live our lives on them, but we keep a liveship, supply ship and a Ragnarok-Class super-weapon in reserve. Valhalla is the Super-Dreadnought liveship where most of our civilian population lives and farms food. Jormungand is an Imperial Sweeper we use to supply and craft for our fleet. Fenrir is a last-resort that ‘Halo’ annihilates all neurological life in a system. Mostly as a final fuck-you after the rest of our ships have fled.” Baldra informed them and the Argentines nodded.
“I thought one of those looked like a Sweeper. It was only shortly before the Fall that we shared some mothballed Sweepers with the Empire for them to reverse-engineer since Nexus did not want there to be giant molecular forges everywhere ready to be abused.” Rex commented and Baldra looked perplexed.
“I had expected you to have an issue with Fenrir, not focus on Jormungand.” Baldra commented and everyone else shrugged.
“Mass-extinction super-weapons are old-hat and boring compared to things that facilitate creation.” Kevin rebutted and Baldra smiled. “That said, our own Sweepers have already cleared all of the asteroids and debris fields in the Tarkus System. Sorry about that.”
“So long as you’re willing to share the spoils of war with us to help with our supplies, then we can stick around.” Tyr-dame Baldra shrugged in acceptance on the matter.
“You joined the Rebellion already, that’s a given. We’ll have a shipping manifest established later.” Marcus assured her and stood up. “Now, pardon, but I need to go tend to a lover.”
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“Empty…” Uri quietly uttered as she rubbed her muscular lower abs. “Me, not her.”
“Hm, intimate, this new era is. Much love and care, there is.” Yoda gently stated as he patted his student’s knee. As soon as she’d awoken and found out where her beloved had gone and what the situation was, she sought out the green gremlin for stability, for in that moment she felt a Wrath and Jealousy that was alien and terrifying to her.
Uri wanted to annihilate Jovia for taking her lover away from her! She should be the one bearing Jane and the rest in her womb! Not that-! Yoda hummed and a faint light flowed from him into the black dragoness, who panted as the powerful, possessive and enraging emotions soothed. “Thanks.” Uri shivered, scared. The Dark Side, it wasn’t evil, it was simply tempting, Corruptive by nature. Still, before Jane awoke her innate Force prowess, she’d never had such a violent mood swing.
“Display, you do, why the Jedi foolishly chose to forsake things that make them people. Natural, it is, to covet loved ones. Normal, it is, to dislike or despise those who take something precious away. Temper, control you must. That is the way of the Je'Daii.” Yoda reminded her and Uri closed her eyes, meditating and allowing her wrath to flow out of her with each exhale.
“Uri.” The dragoness perked and opened her eyes to see Marcus enter the zen room, which Jet had filled with his bonsai to enhance the calming nature of the well-structured and decorated room. “How are you doing?”
“Better.” Uri replied and looked down at her master with a wordless request to go with her lover and he nodded. She quickly hugged the green gremlin to her bosom, making him chuckle and bat her away with his gimmer-stick before she stood and followed Marcus out of the room.
“Ugh, that hussie.” Huffed the gargoyle in the corner who was trying her best to calm down. “Taking my par-no not mine, it was a one night stand as they say in this era.” Uri heard before she finished leaving. That couldn’t be a reference to her, she hasn’t slept with anyone outside of Jane and Marcus’s harems.
“So, what is wrong, Uri? Please speak more fully.” Marcus requested and Uri sighed, deciding to toggle the ‘switch’ in her brain. Swiftly, her bland and calm demeanor became agitated and full of energy.
“That fucking bitch, Jovia, has my mate in her womb and she should be in my womb!” Uri snarled furiously, panting as she used yoga’s ‘breath of fire’ to focus the heat in her chest and expel the frustrations from her breath. “Jane, Rivala, the others I haven’t gotten to know better yet. I want them in me. I went to sleep with them inside me because I felt so complete with them in my womb. Also, fuck did they cause me to orgasm so much I finally passed out hours later.”
“Uh, whoa. I like this side of you.” Marcus flushed and Uri huffed.
“You shouldn’t. I’m a raging bitch when I’m not putting everything through a mental filter.” Uri slapped his ass and Marcus jumped. “Fuck. I haven’t let everything out in decades. Now I’m horny, c’mon.” Uri easily wrapped her arm around the larger male’s waist and picked him up on her shoulder with her hand on his ass. “You’re gonna fuck me good, long and hard. I need to vent my frustration so that next time I see Jovia, I won't shove her up my cunt.”
“H-holy shit, yes.” Marcus flustered with his tail wagging in the air excitedly.
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I sensed through the Force that I was lucky and unlucky at the moment. I came out of my zen to see the planet below. I’ve become the size of a moon and was now orbiting the garden world Jovia made for me. I feel tight, like I’m about to burst. I orgasmed, the sensation of being near an explosive birth driving me over the edge I’d unknowingly been riding for however long.
I sucked on the flask, feeling tighter, tighter, tighter~! *Bloosh~!* I woke up on the planet, a shuddering, spasming wreck as I came down from rapture in the throes of the aftershock orgasms. “H-holy fuck, yes.” I panted and pawed myself, riding out the pleasure as long as I could before I finally came down and relished the afterglow. “Gotta do that again sometime.”
I sat up and noticed my Jimbo Flask was closed and set down on a table-like stone and I staggered to my paws before weakly hovering over to the metal drink container. I took a few swigs to recover some lost mass and then finally put it away in my cleavage. I braced myself on the table and looked up.
That...is...awesome. “Jovia? I think I know why Eris arranged for me to do this inside of you.” I smiled up at the planetoid visible through the blue sky. It was a perfect sphere of white-gold. I can feel it! It's a server hub for Divine Aspects! I can feel all of the Aspects within me, even the visiting ones, being hosted not by me, but by that server! The Divinity Engine!
All of the strain, the impulses, compulsions, everything that came with Divine Aspects was now absent! I’ve created something that will stabilize and restrict the influence and impact of Aspects on their bearers. However, this means deities are less the living embodiment of an Aspect. Rather, they’re the living conduit of this Aspect being channeled through them from the Engine.
“Oh, that’s fancy!” Jovia chuckled as she appeared in her own womb, as ethereal as usual. “I guess, being the Embodiment of Creation, that hosting the server in me is the most logical thing. I may be a bit of a dummy, but even I can tell that.” Jovia beamed brightly. “This also means I’m permanently pregnant! Yay~! I’m emulating mama-Urta!”
“Especially if you keep this garden world here.” I commented cheerfully with a look over at some of the alien deer-like animals in the distance grazing on the grass. “Welp, I better get going. Where’s the exit? I may be hosting Fertility, but your womb isn’t exactly…”
“You’re looking at it~. C’mere~.” Jovia got above me and I yelped in pleasure as she unbirth/rebirthed me, leaving me on a bed aboard the Bebop with the pregnant draconequus looking sexually satisfied and leaning on the headboard with her tongue sticking out and her hands on her gas-giant-looking belly that contained the Divinity Engine within.
“Well, that was fun. Rest up, Jovia. Don’t go wandering off anymore, you have this universe’s source of divinity within you.” I stressed to the flighty snek, causing her to mewl sadly. “I know, you love to be on the move, but you can’t be an irresponsible strumpet anymore. Your duty is a vital one.” I rubbed her fecund swirling swell tenderly as she moaned happily at the contact.
“Fine, but I want to get fucked at least twice a day!” Jovia huffed and I chuckled with a pat on her tummy before I hovered out into the hall, where I promptly bumped into Edward, the little asari squeaking when her head vanished into my cleavage and then she wrapped her arms around my waist for a hug as she kicked her feet excitedly.
“Aunt Silvy!” Edward cheered when she pulled her head out of my bust and I chuckled with motherly affection as I ran my hands over her ginger crest.
“Hey there, my little sweetling. Sorry I’ve been gone for a while.” I leaned down and smooched her brow, making her blush and titter happily. “Where’s Aurora and Ein?” I bent over so I wasn’t so much higher than the short early-teen. I just now realized I’m still naked. Whatever, Edward wasn’t stupid. She knew about the ‘birds and bees’ for sure by now. Jet can kiss my perfect ass.
“Aurora has Ein in the infirmary. He ate something funny and Aurora’s keeping him company while I get his new room set up.” Edward cheerfully told me and I blinked.
“Funny how? Why does he need his own room?” I asked curiously and Edward shrugged.
“I dunno, but he’s a cute dog-boy now and not just a dog.” Edward blushed with a meek smile and I perked my wolf ears in curiosity at this development, also because of the future opportunities to tease the ever-loving Hell out of my little girl~. “Anyway, I’ve gotta go.”
“Okay, sweetling. Be good.” I smooched her brow again and she ran off giggling. I sighed and rubbed my lower abs, feeling that longing ache for puppies again, this time for the desire to raise my own rather than just to have them. “Someday, when everything finally calms down and we-.” I paused when a pair of huge, strong hands clasped my shoulders.
“Defuse, now.” A trio of sexy voices demanded and my tail wagged fiercely, batting the thighs of the studs behind me.
“Aw, but I don’t feel like it~.” I looked behind me up at Marine Edward and Rico, with Kevin on Rico’s side, flanking me. “Besides, I want to have some fun with my hubbies without so many extra bodies not getting in on the action.” I purred with a grope of my breasts. “I’m not in Heat anymore, just FYI, I can be sterile now. Birthing the Divinity Engine worked that out of me.”
“Divinity Engine? Is that why all the stress and my constant headache are gone?” Kevin asked curiously and I nodded happily. “I...thank you. I hope we can do something similar in Devorak, then. I haven’t felt this okay in a long, long time.”
“Well, I think I birthed the Divinity Engine due to this universe deciding it was done with us deities and chose to consolidate divine power so there’s not so much of it being cast about willy-nilly. I don’t know how we’d manage that for Devorak if the universe there is okay with deities holding all the power.” I shrugged as much as I could with the huge hands on me.
“We’ll worry about that later. For now, let’s indulge in our carnal pleasures.” Edward declared before placing me over his shoulder and made me squeal as he gave my ass a good smack.
“We’ll split after this, I promise~.” I sang as we were carried to their quarters.
“Only if you think it’s necessary, so long as you girls aren’t permanently fused. By the way, how are all of you feeling?” Rico asked with a curious look.
“Healthy, calmer, not as power crazy.” I told him with a pleased smile. Soon we ran into Marcus along the way, who stood there in silence while eying my glorious ass. “Oo~, someone wants to join~.” I wiggled my milfy ass at him in a teasing manner.
Before he had a chance to speak, I used my slime tail to drag him along with us. My Brennie mewled in embarrassment, but we can tell she wants this. Oh, yes, we are gonna get fucked into a sex coma by all four of these studs~.
“Hello Marcus~.” I purred as I licked my lips at him when we entered the room.
“Uh, h-hi.” Marcus replied with a nervous gulp. Once inside, I was thrown onto the massive bed with my gooey body jiggling. Marcus looked to his uncles for help, but they locked the door and began stripping away their clothes. “I guess I have no choice, huh?”
“Nephew, you had sex with your auntie. You’ve already crossed that line.” Edward pointed out and my Vinnie nodded her head with a grin.
“...Yeah.” Sighing in defeat, Marcus peeled away his clothes as all four showed off their perfectly sculptured bodies to me. My glorious husbands~! Oh, yes, my Brennie. I’mma marry your son, as well!
“Oh, ready to fuck me hard? Or do we foreplay?” I purred as they looked at each other. “*sigh* I’m not super horny, we can do foreplay a little longer before the main course.” I groped my breasts and licked my lips as their heaving spunk bunkers drew near.
“Alright then, ahem. Be a dear and worship our balls.” Gladly~!

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Ch.76
Ch.76
“Hello.” Daw~! Little Ein is such a cutie~! He’s a fluffy corgi-boy diamond dog! Whatever he ate, it was clearly an Imperial rapid mutagen potion of sorts. He’s a young teenager about Aurora’s age and both the bat-girl and Edward were adorably fawning over him. “Yes, I am cute, give me pets.” Ein said almost robotically with his tail wagging against the oversized nightshirt someone had put on him as the girls pet his head.
“He’s still a member of the family, nothing’s changed besides him being a real boy now.” Jet joked and I guffawed along with the rest of my extended Bebop family. I looked over at Brennie, Visi, Vinnie, Rivala and Juneau longingly, but they quickly broke eye contact with fluster and naughty smiles I was sure I had too. Being fused together for several days and giving birth to the Divinity Engine was immensely intimate for us all and I desired to be one with them again.
“I wish for cooked meats.” Ein requested robotically. Right~ he’s a Data Dog.
“Why is he talking like that?” Aurora asked as she gave his thicc fluffy neck scratchies.
“His mind is like a supercomputer!” Ed exclaimed proudly as she hugged her best friend.
“Which means he’ll be rational unlike you two.” Faye chuckled as she speared some of the pork on her plate with her fork.
“Unless I have mushrooms. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv6ZDAyHb_E) The fungus alters my neurological functions.” Ein informed us.
“No mushrooms!” I and the rest of the original Bebop crew, besides Edward, shouted firmly.
“Mushrooms?” Aurora asked in confusion as Ein put his chin on the table with a whimper.
“We don’t talk about them for some reason.” Edward pouted mulishly.
“So is Ein 93 or 12? He was 12 years old, but he was a dog.” Spike questioned and everyone looked at Ein.
“I am 12 standard years old. As a mere dog, I was physically 93, but now I appear to be the approximate breeding age of 15. I am a smol boi.” Ein answered and Aurora and Ed blinked.
“Breeding?” The two teens looked at each other and then blushed in realization. “Wait, we’re old enough to do th-th-that?!” The girls stuttered and Jet groaned while most of us laughed.
“Nope, this conversation is over.” Spike said, picking the girls up and walking away with them.
“Aw, overprotective dad-mode already sweetie~?” Faye called after him, getting all our attentions. “Oh, yeah, I’m full of eggs~!” Faye announced happily and we all congratulated her. “Well, we’re full of eggs. Spike’s a dragon, draconic Taint, you know how that works.” Right~. Dragons tend to breed true like the Raskvel do...did? Do they still do that after the Cure?
“I shall go to the fridge. Now that I possess opposable thumbs, nothing shall stop me from getting bacon.” Ein got up and jogged to the fridge, then bounced off his chest on the door before opening it. “I must adjust to my new stature-bacon!” His voice became manic at the package of fatty pork belly strips and he used a step-stool to stand at the skillet on the stove.
“I forget that while he was smarter than anyone on board before Luster woke up, that dog was still a creature of nature.” Jet commented sagely before looking at me. “Now, since you’re not stuck in the clouds, I just want you to know that we have a long time ahead of us getting things organized. You don’t just capture thousands of prisoners and 39 ships without having to deal with the logistics.” Aw~.
“I know, but can’t we speed it up by filling the Corpus ships with droids? They mostly used robots to crew them anyway.” I whined in frustration. I could feel that while most of the captured prisoners would change loyalties, a good third would refuse to work for us and be stuck as a drain on our supplies until they were foisted off on an inhabited planet. None of them know where our home base is, so that’s the best way to get rid of the stubborn prisoners.
“I’ve got an idea, but we also have another issue. The all-seeing-eye seems to be looking at us.” Faye commented as she pulled a card from her cleavage. “I got this while gambling last night. It’s an ONI calling card.” ONI? Nobody’s heard from that black-ops cell since the Fall.
“So you have an artifact from before the fall, so what?” Jet shrugged. As an ex ISSP agent, he knows more than most about these things.
“It’s newly printed. This symbol was on Ein’s box when we got him for that buyer, remember?” Faye stated and we all looked over at the cooking corgi.
“I was a sleeper agent, reporting to a Time Squad agent for ONI. Now that I have been fully activated, I can inform you of this.” Ein peppered the bacon and then sneezed cutely.
“You’re why Eris is here!” Jet shouted at the corgi, who nodded.
“Indeed, you are welcome.” Ein replied before putting the plate filled with chewy peppery bacon on the table and he jumped onto the chair to start munching on the unhealthy treat with his tail wiggling happily.
“Wait, so I’m not the start of all of this?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes, you are. Eris retroactively assured me that I would be the one to keep ONI updated on your movements to orchestrate things in the background.” Ein then went back to his bacon and I looked over at my Argentine lovers, who just gestured for me to let it go.
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“Well, what do you think of our training?” Thor-Madam Gildren asked Brennie after the troop leader showed off the training bay they’d just done a tour of.
“Really impressive.” Brennie answered with a nod of approval as she tried so very hard not to dwell on the fact it felt odd to not be fused with the others. That said, inspecting the battle-worthiness of their new allies was a good distraction.
“We prefer melee or unarmed combat if possible, but we still use ranged weapons. Each ship is different in their fighting style. Loki is the nerve center of our intel groups.” Gildren said with a broad smile on her face as blades flew past them into the padded bulkhead.
“Melee is the core of all combat, for unless you are a rare species with natural projectiles, all you have at your base are your fists, claws, feet or paws.” Brennie smiled as she watched some kids run up to the knives to yank them from the pockmarked bulkhead. Her core clenched with need and she turned her gaze away from the adorable sight triggering her maternal instincts.
“Indeed! This is why we use armor specced for the highest defensive value and prefer boarding actions to ship combat. Defeating your enemies with your own might has such gratification.” Gildren declared and Brennie nodded.
“Yes, but using tech to our advantage is always a good idea.” A lithe man said as he decloaked behind Gildren with his omni displaying a screen. “Here, reports on boarding actions and suggestions for improved combat against Corpus.” The man tapped wrists with Gildren and then vanished much like Hunter would have.
“That was Lokison Fennus, he’s second in command of the Loki and prefers playing politics.” Gildren informed Brennie as she brought up her omni to look over the reports.
“I’ve known his type plenty before. A husband of mine is a lot like him, but he disdains politics like the rest of us.” Sadly, that was just part of their lives. One does not rule a galaxy without being mired in bureaucracy. Well, traditionally. Devorak has streamlined things over thousands of years, but they’re not quite there yet. At least they don’t have much, if any, red tape.
“Brennie?! Is that you?! I think I smell you!” Brennie perked hard at hearing her wife, Wiatr’s, voice. Brennie spun around and tried to find her, only for the dracowolf’s shadow to rise up and form a black, white and pale-blue slime skaven. “Brennie! Oh thank Fuck! When we fled into the Twilight Realm, I thought we were goners!” The naked Goddess of Sex, Commerce and Renewal hugged her wife with whimpers as her trio of rat tails squirmed happily.
Brennie was stunned silent by this, she didn’t know what to say. She and the others thought they lost everyone with Paradise collapsing into nothingness. All she could think of was holding onto Wiatr in that moment. Then she suddenly absorbed her surprised wife and they blinked together. “...Fuck.” Brennie grumbled as she felt her 4 fused wives roll their eyes. “Shut up and get out of me.”
Brennie’s body lurched and squirmed and then she felt the confusion of her wives. “Brennie? Could you let us out?” Wiatr asked in bemusement before she shuddered. “W-wait. Wait! What is-?!” Wiatr suddenly ceased to be 4 concentrated presences within her and Brennie felt baffled at feeling Willow, Daring, Svartr and Cynder clearly.
“Oh no...rain check on the rest of the inspection, Gildren. I think my wife just got...divorced.” Brennie snorted at her horrible pun and all 4 of her fused wives inwardly booed at her.
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“So...yew’re my future waifu?” I asked in a bit of bemusement as I, Yoda, the still-nameless gargoyle and Uri sat on the levitating meditation platforms in our zen room and had tea with the white sand sparkly slime covcat that appeared from the shadows as if she had been lost.
“I’m Sabrina, one of the few wives of Wiatr who didn’t become a goddess.” The beautiful naked slime kitty nodded before sipping the tea Yoda had prepared. “If you’re marrying Brennie and the others, then yes, I’m one of your future waifus.” The cat-woman purred playfully.
“Intriguing, this era is. All these species, unknown to me you are.” Yoda commented with a gentle smile at the woman who, despite having been distraught, had calmed down quite quickly after realizing she wasn’t stumbling through shadows across the universe anymore.
“I was originally a Covcat, then I became a slime due to raunchy shenanigans with my wives. Now, after thousands of years, I’m...whatever I am now. It was this or die. I chose this.” Sabrina turned her free hand not holding her tea into wisps of oddly white shadow. “Whatever this is.”
“Yew’re what Ashley Feell and Midna are, exactly in fact.” I informed her and Sabrina smiled.
“So, a friend is near. I’m not alone in this big, cruel universe. That’s good.” Sabrina downed her tea and then set the empty cup on the floating tea table before she reached into her cleavage to retrieve a green bodysuit that she promptly poured her slime body into, filling it out and then she sealed the seam shut. Wow, that thing’s really advanced compared to what I’m used to.
“You’re only alone if you choose to be.” Uri wordily commented. I was surprised to find out that Uri had a ‘mental switch’ and right now she’s decided to be in ‘engage’ instead of ‘whisper’.
“Indeed, wise that is, Uri.” Yoda praised and my black beauty of a future waifu preened. She’s much more emotive like this. I like it, but if she feels comfortable when more subdued, I wouldn’t mind it. “Go, Sabrina. Find your loved ones. Gather here, they may.”
“Right, if I stumbled into here, then my loved ones might not be too far behind.” Sabrina hurried out of the room and we finished our tea before going back to meditating.
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“They’re so fucking huge!” Minda yelled while she floated around the room as Amelia and Jimbo rubbed the bridge of their noses. Minda had shot up from a 4-foot shorty into a towering 8-foot amazon with beach-ball sized breasts and she was fretting with Link trying to calm her down. “I’m so fucking huge! Why~?! I loved being a sexy shortstack!”
“You’ve got the ‘Goddess Body’ which later became known as the ‘Golden Age’ body. Most goddesses of anthropomorphic body shape end up like this.” Amelia, now made of slime that matched her sandy former fur, informed the distraught goddess.
“Great! So I am important. Damn it. I was hoping I could just be a sexy shadow gab, but now I’m like a fucking Thraggen with pointy ears.” Midna huffed and ran her hands over her sculpted muscles. “Fuck, I always got hot over bodies like this, but I was fine with how I was!”
“At least you’re not a hermaphrodite.” Jim consoled the black and white beauty, who nodded gratefully for at least remaining her original gender.
“Yeah. No offense to you, Link, but I like not having male organs.” Midna said to the cute and sexy herm who still swaddled herself in a hoodie and jeans.
“Hey, I was born this way, none taken. It does get a bit annoying when I’m trying to bathe or shower and it decides to be rock hard, distracting me from just enjoying getting clean.” Link admitted and Jim nodded in commiseration. He too has had a ‘bathtime boner’ when it wasn’t what he was wanting to do in the shower/bath.
“All this said, we should get you dressed and properly introduce you to everyone. Keeping you hidden seems to be the wrong answer now.” Amelia then led the orange-haired beach babe to the bathroom and Jim went to join them. That was why he came back after his workout.
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“Good news! They’re alive. Weird news...Wiatr is no more.” Brennie huffed with a gesture at her four wives with Willow practically hiding behind Daring while Svartr and Cynder waved. The Kitsune, Changeling Broodmother, Godkin Wolfess and Ancient Dragon were all still made of slime and were all now dressed in their own outfits. The irony that Willow, the Goddess of Sex, had the most modest clothes in the form of a blue sundress was beautiful.
“Well, at least they came out of your shadow unscathed.” Kevin snorted before opening up his pants and retrieved a very scared black slime Cocoa from it, still shaking like a leaf. “She thought it was a good idea to use my shadow as a doorway. She found out why it wasn’t.”
“It seems someone has connected to the old Twilight Realm in the Warp. It was the least volatile section of the Warp to utilize, but only us Ancient Dragons knew how. Who managed this?” Cynder questioned as she tried to get a bomber jacket to stretch at least to the front of her breasts, but sighed and let it frame them like a bolero jacket.
“Midna. We haven’t seen her, but Amelia, James and Doctor Doppler have mentioned her.” Edward answered with a sigh.
“Secret! Was Secret!” Cocoa suddenly barked eagerly before the black labrador cerberus slime slithered out of Kevin’s hand to stand in the nude before everyone at full size. “Midna Goddess of Twilight. She one who punched hole into Warp, formed Mirror of Twilight by accident, became first Twili.” The Goddess of Secrets announced happily. She normally didn’t take pleasure in divulging Secrets, but when it was helpful...well, she’s whipping her ass with her wagging tail.
“So the whole of Paradise are now Midna’s subjects?” Rico asked warily and Cocoa nodded in triplicate. “We better have words with Midna promptly. She has dominion over our wives and-.”
“Whoa~!” A pure-white Twili unicorn mare stumbled out of the shadow behind Rico, the slime mare grabbed onto Rico’s shoulder to steady herself and she blinked her bright blue eyes. “Guys? What’s going on?”
“Ugh, Gleaming, why aren’t you Shining right now?” Brennie asked in exasperation.
“I was getting fucked in the pussy by Cady when the evacuation order came down, okay?” The mare huffed and she morphed into a blank-groined male slime. Shining Armor was usually more reserved and polite than the rest of their extended marriage. “So, what’s the sitch? Or should I wait until you can make a broad announcement?”
“Broad announcement, this is going to get old fast.” Vinnie snorted, likely imagining all the silliness going on from Twili stumbling in from out of nowhere.
“Oh, this is fun! I’m not the only one hopping from Shadows.” Alucard said as he morphsed out of the wall. “I’m just dropping in to let you know that with the Dark Soul no longer sequestered in Paradise, we of the Painting of Ash can now freely move about once more. Even more than before due to how much our Mistress’s new existence synergizes with her Soul.”
“Even more?” Willow asked nervously. She’d always been the most meek of them all.
“Yes. Because not only was our Mistress too far from Ash for it to allow us passage, but the UnSC has been experimenting on the Painting.” Alucard then gestured to his shadow and Seras, a vampire thestral mare who had the ‘Goddess Body’ long before it was normal, rose from it to bow with a bright smile. “We are now at your beck and call once more. The Hunters have been going positively mad waiting for this.”
“Bring them in and have them situated.” Brennie ordered as her metaphorical heart beat faster in excitement. She had missed the Hunters. They were eccentric and crazy to the extreme, but they were genuinely immortal and threw themselves at their enemies with swift, skilled death in every movement and mad devotion in their minds. It was hard to come across people even a quarter as worthy as them in combat.
“Ah, so much better. I truly wish to tear those who trapped us to pieces.” The Good Hunter growled as he appeared. The eldritch god-like entity was fully clothed to preserve the sanity of those who looked upon him, but time changed his garb from victorian-style clothing to a full suit of power armor that looked disturbingly like Samuel Hayden from DOOM 2016. “With this new empowerment, their efforts to keep the Painting sealed are worthless.”
“Yes, yes. Wonderful, can we please just make an announcement before this turns into a who’s-who of the old cast?” Vinnie pleaded and everyone nodded.
“Well, then, you can make the announcement.” Brennie declared and Vinnie frowned at that. “Now, now. You wanted to get this over and done with, so you will do the deed.”
“Okay then.” Vinnie opened her Omni-Tool and took a breath. “Attention all Rebel Alliance personnel. If you see someone staggering out of a shadow or otherwise confused about everything, they’re the people of Paradise, which has imploded due to a change in how this universe processes divine power. Please assist them in gathering together in an orderly fashion on a Liveship, thank you.” Vinnie then smiled brightly after she hung up. “There, now it’ll-.”
“Bwa~!” Two familiar, if now colored dark blacks/blues/purples, super-sexy draconequus fell from the shadow of the light fixture and belly-flopped onto the table. “Ugh…”
“Okay...just answer this: why are all of you naked when you come through?” Brennie demanded.
“We can’t take physical objects with us outside of our Inventories through the Twilight Realm.” Cynder spoke up, since she was the one with the most experience in the room.
“So, you are Nudists by nature.” Kevin commented with amusement, then looked at Alucard, who like other Ash residents, was still clothed. He winked mischievously.
“Only if we go immaterial.” Cynder shrugged. “Now then, how about we just call it a day? More of us are going to be popping up out of the metaphorical woodwork for who-knows how long.”

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CH.77
Ch.77
“So yew’re the great Willow? You look...like nothing I would have imagined.” I commented.
“Have legends about me really gone that wild?” The surprisingly normal-seeming slime vixen who, despite having the body she’s known for, didn’t seem so over-the-top like myth and the words of her lovers made her out to be. She was an odd hybrid of a two-tailed kitsune with ahuizotl to have two huge ‘fluffy’ tail-hands. Her membrane was primarily black with white accents from her jaw down her front and on the ends of her limbs. All in a blue sundress.
“Yeh, it sounded like ya were a giantess killing machine both on the battlefield and in bed.” I said to the gentle beauty as I leaned back in my chair. After the announcement and my daily training was done, I’d gone to one of several lounges aboard the Bebop to find this total babe watching anime and we started chatting. Finding out she’s the myth, the legend, is a bit hard to swallow. She was nothing like the tales of an Undead Sex Goddess rampaging all over.
“Oh, those were my early days. I wasn’t sure who or what I was. I just knew that I had to save the world from Corruption and did what I had to. I don’t like hurting people though. Not anymore. I grew sick of it quickly. Only Svartr...right, I’m not part of...yeah.” Willow meekly looked away.
“Yew’re uneasy about not being fused anymore?” I asked with a bit of understanding. Even now I long to be with Brennie, Visi, Vinnie, Rivala and Juneau again. It was like being defused was moving a country away from my best friends even though they’re always available.
“I’ve been part of a whole for so long, I don’t know if I can function without them. Daring’s got the will, Svartr doesn’t care about being defused and Cynder has an alien mind compared to most people. I’m just a horny bitch without much substance compared to them.” Willow sighed wistfully. “I’m sure you're Displaced. You know what it’s like. You go from a nobody, to somebody in a short time, then everything’s riding on you. Then, if you’re lucky like me, you get to have your happily ever after...only there’s no end for the immortal.”
“Are ya saying yew’d rather be dead?” I asked worriedly and she shook her head.
“No, no. I mean...I’ve been married for basically forever. We’ve had our ups and our downs, but despite how high those ups are, it still mostly feels like we’ve had more downs than ups.” Willow closed her eyes and I peered into her soul. It was an ancient and tired thing. I scooted close and side-hugged her, the vixen accepted my contact and leaned her head against my shoulder.
“Wanna bang?” I offered and her body filled with a surge of eagerness, but she suppressed it.
“I don’t want our future relationship to be based on sex. Let’s watch Hyper Neptunia instead.” Willow did snuggle closer and the melancholy that filled her lessened. I felt good about that.
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“Gah!” Tanya gasped in pain as she was pushed back into a wall hard. Ever since she was informed that she, too, was with the Dark Taint, the Empyreals helped her in coping with it.
First was the Nightmares and Visions of the Darkspawn. The new demons that Hell threw at the Argentines on a regular basis. Something she would have to get used to, lest she be consumed and turned into the very horrors they face. Then her body continued to change, becoming taller, packed with muscle and she was embarrassed at her huge breasts until scinoxes assured her that she wasn’t mutating acid sacs or something equally absurd in her bosom.
However, despite her new body’s strength, stamina and endurance, she was still a wimp compared to other female Empyreals. In fact, she was currently being put into a pretzel hold with her face shoved into the tits of her current wrestling partner named Delius. “Agh! I give, I give~!” Tanya panted as she vainly tried to free herself and not get aroused with her face buried in the white sports bra containing breasts that equalled her own new B-ball bosom.
Delius compiled and released the newly-minted Empyreal-in-training. “You’re too used to using your flight magic, move on the ground more. That’s why you’re weaker.” The beautiful unicorn demoness declared and Tanya, now 7 feet tall to match the similarly buff babe, stopped mid-rise to drop and pick herself up with her muscles and not her magic.
“Sorry if I was trained to always be on the move and never stop.” Tanya panted and groaned as she stood, her ass-length blonde hair matting against her back after it came undone from her hasty bun. She’d tried cutting it, but it just grew back in minutes. Fucking Taint! She’s not the only Empyreal stuck with long hair, but thankfully she was among a rare subset.
It was also a quiet little industry for why there’s so many wigs in Devorak for cosplay reasons. She could sell her hair for a quick bit of money, especially since her straw-blond hair was considered rare. Vanity aside, being a sink for Dark Taint sucked. She was constantly horny, always on edge and felt like she was an instant away from snapping at someone.
Not everyone reacts to the Dark Taint the same, but Tanya apparently got it hard in the realms of Wrath, Lust and Violence. Yes, Wrath and Violence are different. The former is bringing action upon something out of spite and Violence is self-explanatory. At least she had lovers to vent her Lust on daily or she’d be unable to function. All Empyreals had their own way to cope, her’s was sex with someone she trusted.
“Head out of your crotch.” Delius poked Tanya in the forehead and she realized she’d been staring at Delius with desire while she was also ranting to herself in her head. “C’mon, I know it’s rough. I can’t go a day without counting my credit account and seeing the numbers rise even a tiny bit.” Delius confided and Tanya slurped up the drool on her lips.
“Right, sorry. What next?” Despite the wringer she’d been put through, being an Empyreal included a rapid rebound. She’d train, get stronger. She wouldn’t suffer another Visha...
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“You met Willow and didn’t get your brains fucked out? Whoa.” Brennie said to Jane in surprise when she sought out the slime wolfess to find out she’d gone up to the cleared ridge to look up at the stars. Worried, Brennie went to find out what was up with her new lover and also to spend some quality time as her family tried to settle in, asking for some space to cope with the loss of their home.
“Trust me, I’m as surprised as ya.” Jane snorted and kicked her paws over the ledge as she remained leaning back and looking up at the sky. “However, did ya know she’s sad?” Brennie sighed out of her nose. “Her Soul, it’s tired. She just wants to live in peace with her loved ones. She had that, but it wasn’t complete.” Jane looked pointedly at Brennie and she looked away.
“I’m not exactly a peaceful person, but I find peace in solitude.”
“Brennie, cut the shit. I was fused with ya. That’s not the only peace ya get.” Jane scooted closer and side-hugged her lover. “I won’t ask why, what or how. I know all that, I was ya. What I’m going to say now is that ya need to do this differently. After all is said and done, take her home, girl. She’s always had to wear the pants in this marriage, hasn’t she? Cadence may have been the plotting matchmaker, but in the end it was Willow ya all gathered around.”
“She-.”
“She told me she doesn’t want her relationship with me going forward to be founded on Sex. Which is what she did with ya all. She isn’t getting the satisfaction she really wants. She’s lonely. She has all of ya, but she doesn’t know how to connect with any of ya outside of Sex.” Jane sighed and nuzzled Brennie’s throat. “She Loves ya, but it hurts. Just spend time with her, no sex. Then take her home. She wants her family more than she wants fucking.”
Jane then pulled them down to flop onto their backs on the soft gray grass that had sprouted across Tarkus after Jane’s Avatar form seeded the world with vitality. “Well...what would you suggest on how to do that?”
“Fuse with her. Not permanently, but she doesn’t know how to be an individual anymore. Ease her into it. Maybe have her ride-along with ya fer daily things and then defuse at the end of the day. Just don’t give her what her nature wants, she could backslide.” Jane then patted Brennie’s groin and she felt a bit flush. “After all, yew’re both Goddesses of Sex. If ya two went down that rabbit hole, the only one who might pull ya out is Vinnie, your resident rabbit.”
“No, she’d make it worse, for sure. Wiatr...sorry, she’s...so damn used to...ugh. It’s because of her support that Vinnie changed her gender. It was because of her that Vinnie went from a crazy bunny-boy to a horny march-hare. Vinnie was the closest to Wiatr, ironically, when I was the one Willow latched onto.” Brennie muttered nostalgically as the two divine dames looked at the sky.
“Which is why I’m saying ya need to be the one to help Willow. Yew’re one of the few people that knew her before Wiatr was a thing. Daring, Svartr and Cynder from how Willow mentioned them, are also doing their own things to adjust. Yer wife needs ya, what’re ya doing here?” Jane asked playfully, only to get kissed and then moaned as she was gulped down into Brennie.
The dracowolf sighed after she finished and silver highlights and accents formed over her body when she put Jane’s clothes away. “That’s why.” Janey sighed and got up. “I needed some inner strength to face her, to face them. Yew’re such a strong person, Jane.” Janey smiled and then trekked to the elevator, not willing to take the faster route of flying because she was still procrastinating a bit.
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Jovia huffed as the day went by and no one came to fuck her. If she was to be stuck in one place that was her only request! To have sex twice a day, damnit! She was about to storm out of the room when a bunch of sexy little cutie-buns trooped into her room. “You’re Jovia, yes?” One of the several reptile rabbit lads asked her and she nodded. “We’re assigned as your personal harem boys. How do you want us?”
Jovia blinked. “...I got a harem? Um, don’t we have to get to know each other or-?”
“No, no, at least not yet. We’re career prostitutes in service to our Goddesses Willow and Brennie, the divines of Sex. Your reward for hosting something called the Divinity Engine is a harem to tend to your sexual needs.” The orange one at the lead declared and Jovia beamed excitedly.
“Yay~! I always wanted a harem! I wanna go on dates with you later, though.” Jovia grabbed their leader and began kissing him as she hovered to lay on the bed with the others crowding around them and pawing at her fecund form.
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I nervously stood outside of the room I smelled Willow inside of. She was alone, no other scents. I took a bracing breath, regardless of my fusion to help with this or that I’m a slime and don’t need air. I knocked and waited worriedly. That's when I heard her humming. Willow didn’t really acknowledge it, but she has an incredible singing voice. I likened her to Lizzie Hale-.
The door opened and Willow blinked. “Brennie? No, wait, I smell Jane too. Oh my gosh, are you fused?!” Willow asked excitedly with her fluffy tails puffing up and breasts visibly expanding in sexual excitement, but I quickly put my index finger to her lips.
“No, no, none of that. I know we’re both Sex deities, but it’s time fer ya and I to finally spend meaningful non-sex time together. I’d like to do that with all of yer side of the marriage, but right now it seems ya need me the most. Stop that!” I yelped and yanked my hand away when she started sucking on my finger while groping her currently beach-ball sized tits.
“Sorry, babe. You do things to me. That’s why I went so wild for you, remember?” Willow smiled sheepishly and rubbed her thighs together. I could already smell and feel her intense arousal. “I don’t know if I can do that right now. It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other and earlier I was able to put it aside because of business, but you’re offering to spend time with me, alone. I...I need you in ways you possibly may comprehend.”
“Oh fuck yes I can comprehend. I’m fighting the urge to jump yer sexy slime six ways from Sunday. That said, Jane suggested that I fuse with ya. Not permanently! Just, y’know, to help ya ease into being yer own person again instead of throwing ya into the pit of wolves.” I said as I entered her room and closed the door behind me, my wife licked her lips.
“Aw, but they’re such sexy wolves~. I mean, I have one right here for evidence.” Willow fluttered her eyes before I gently pushed her to sit down on the bed and I sat next to her. She eagerly embraced me and nuzzled into my neck. “I love you, Brennie. I will grow to love you too, Jane. Just, please. I’m so tired of us fighting. I want to be with you and for us to be a family again.”
“Now that yew’re not all trapped in Paradise, what with it being gone now, we can try. However, I’m War among other things and Hell is basically never going to stop being a threat to the multiverse. I don’t do Peace.” I reminded her and Willow snorted.
“I may not like violence, beyond what’s necessary anyway, but I accepted that a long time ago. It was why we kept offering you asylum in Paradise, to take vacations away from it all. Unending War is Hell. I may dislike traditional religions, but Dante’s Inferno’s portrayals of the Circles of Hell provide good examples of great suffering.” Willow sighed and began petting my tail. “So, are we gonna fuck? Or, are you going to melt with me and finally let me in?”
I smiled at her and then kissed her. She moaned and then squeaked when I began gulping her down. She shuddered and let me consume her in this lewd way. I panted and moaned as nearly 20,000 years of memories, experiences and shared feelings filled me while my body replaced my fluffy tail with two fox tails ending in fluff-hands, my ears became enormous adorable fennec fox ears and I panted as I pawed at myself while flopping back on the bed.
“Oh~ fuck!” I gasped and began masturbating desperately, the overwhelming sensation of two goddesses of Sex merging caused me to need to cum ASAP! I keened and howled from the quick flog and then let myself puddle on the fluid-proof bed. “Oh my gods! I Love ya~!” I whined, crying. The fact my Brennie and Willow parts have genuinely Loved each other for so long, yet kept hurting each other, it was so sad. Finally, some reconciliation.
I shuddered and split away from Brennie and Willow, shuddering from the intense event and I looked back at the beauty that was Winnie. The draco-foxhound was passed out, tears trailing down from the corners of her eyes. I carefully picked the red, black and white woman up to tuck her under the covers and I kissed her brow before staggering out of the room. I need to sleep in a tub or a womb tonight. Damn that was draining.
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Marcus was in his office and pacing back and forth. He brought Dongo and Hermais to their sleeping sister, Eris, who they quickly took into their arms and wept at her comatose state. It hurt him to see them like this. They were his sisters, shared by the same mother, but genetics didn’t matter with their mother or them, so they had also been occasional lovers.
This wasn’t just a personal matter, either. The ‘End of Paradise’ as this disaster has been named, is perhaps the largest refugee exodus in the history of both universes. Possibly even bigger than when the Argentines had to temporarily move to this dimension after they lost their homeworld. There are untold trillions of new Warp Daemons in the form of the Twili scattered across the universe.
Of course something of this scale had to happen when he was in charge. “From the reports provided by the Marines, the fledgling Divinity Engine may have simply turned off her connection to her Aspect because she was overloading the server with all the time fuckery she was constantly doing.” Marcus told the two awake draconequus, who nodded.
“I still have my Aspect, I just feel less potent. Like I went from a full flow electric dam to only running one turbine.” Dongoruas put Eris’s sleeping form back in the bed.
“More like downgrading from high-speed wireless data transfer to cables.” Hermais muttered unhappily as she rubbed her beak. “Instead of being able to reference something immediately, I have to send a query, then wait for a reply. I guess it’s because the DE is still adjusting user profiles or something.” Hermais sighed and plopped her nude butt into a chair.
“I suppose so.” Marcus sighed as his shoulders slumped.
“Oh. Oh fuck.” Hermais paled, which was impressive considering her new Twili pigmentation of mixed blacks, whites and purples. Also, feathers. Chaos was always weird. “This universe is just trolling us! It’s establishing a similar system as the power system of Worm!”
“What?” Dongo asked in confusion and Hermais pouted. “Oh, right, one of the several million stories you really liked.”
“How does it work?” Marcus asked with a mixture of resignation and curiosity.
“Imagine Harmonia, our resident Saturn-class size crystal life-form who can only be downsized by her own will and assistance from size-change magic. Now make her a pan-dimensional Entity and parasitically implanting tumors into the brains of sapient species that grant superpowers when the subject experiences a Trigger Event, easily described as ‘The Worst Day of Your Life’. These tumors are merely connections to Shards, fragments of an Entity the size of countries.” Hermais let them process that for a moment and then she took a breath.
“Shards have a specific ‘program’ installed that grants a certain superpower. These Shards act as alien supercomputers to take the psychic and informational load off of their Hosts. The entire reason for this is to drive their hosts to Conflict and use the ingenuity of the Host to come across new utilizations of the granted power. Once enough data is collected, the Entity wipes out all possible parallel iterations of the victim planet, reaps the species as a whole and then flies to another inhabited world to repeat the process.” Hermais then held up a hand.
“However, while this system is similar to what the Divinity Engine is doing, it is specifically to Host the Power of Aspects so the Users, us deities, don’t have all that power all over the place. This Reality is sick of us gods throwing our awesome abilities everywhere without a way to keep things under wraps.” Hermais finished and then slumped back in her chair. “Which means no more gratuitous displays of power, but no more extreme backlash. Eris will be fine.”
“Hm, you know, Eris did mention that this Universe was getting sick of the Gods. She even proclaimed that it could happen in Devorak.” Marcus said as he was reminded of what she told the Doom Marines.
“Which means it won’t even give a fuck if we all move in with you over in Devorak, since it would still likely take a long time for Devorak to act. However, despite adding limitations, this system is a great idea. It will help restrain us from going overboard and prevent intruders from being overpowered if they’re ‘godly’ enough to count. I suggest we try to make a DE for Devorak too.” Hermais said as she sat upright. “That way, the Dark Taint would also have a limiting factor.”
“Devorak would destroy the DE.” Came the voice of Freedom, who materialized before them in his robed, humanoid form.
“Then it’s perfectly fine for us to move over there, we’ll just have to be careful because we might be more powerful there than here. Unless...we give User Access away. Stop being deities.” Hermais hummed in consideration.
“Hermais, the Doom Marines’ universe is different to yours. Not all are the same, so they don’t operate on common ground. That’s not how the multiverse works.” Freedom lectured them.
“Then why do we still have our godly powers in Devorak? Free, the Multiverse ensures that there’s some level of compatibility between universes.” Hermais huffed at his contrarianism.
“Why do you think it lets the Dark Taint exist within its realm? Besides that you cannot cure it. Not even I dare to mess with that stuff. You can move to Devorak, just expect it to act on its own as usual. It’s adaptive, meaning it can adjust accordingly. It loves the Doom Marines and all those inhabiting within it. It hates boredom and your kind are far from boring.” Freedom declared and Hermais giggled girlishly with a blush. “Point made.”

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Winnie woke up from a wonderful dream and then she sat up, stretching and setting her membrane, allowing her fur and scales to settle. She smacked her lips and groggily blinked before sighing and climbing out of bed. She rubbed her eyes and turned on the bathroom light, only now remembering that she’s a fusion of Willow and Brennie. “Well, hey sexy.” Winnie chuckled at the dracofox beauty in the mirror.
Black scales, white hair and tail-tips, red everywhere else. She turned on the water and was about to brush her teeth before she stopped and turned off the water, then morphed her mouth to reset any possible morning breath. Then, she was struck by indecision. Not about defusing, that would be for breakfast, but on where to go from here.
Her Willow half was genuinely lost. She’d lost her home, her family was scattered across the universe, she hasn’t had Brennie or the other Argentines in her life for several thousand years and it both hurt yet soothed her heart to be part of Brennie right here and now. Brennie wanted to take it slow, her wife’s family would show up eventually, they were like that. However, she could feel and know that Willow was scared, no, terrified to be an individual again.
“Fuck.” Winnie groaned in annoyance. She could do military work, but mostly administration without unsettling Willow. If she went into heavy combat, Willow might actually backslide into the cannibalistic battle-bitch that made Brennie so fucking hot for-fuck~! “Oh my God I love myself.” Winnie grunted and fought off the urge to start fapping with her tail hands right in front of the mirror. Maybe this could work, whatever the Divinity Engine is doing, she’s not a brainless slut.
Winnie had the self-awareness to acknowledge that, on both halves, she’s had moments where Sex was all she cared about. However, despite doubling up on the Sex Aspect, aside from her usual horniness, she wasn’t turning into a bitch in heat. Nice. “Hey Willow, how are-whoa~!” Winnie smiled over at Daring Do, the original rubber-person and former pegasus who was in her favored pithy khaki short-shorts and crop top. “Hot damn, Brennie has really gone beyond us.”
“I’ll have you know, I’ve gone exactly far enough.” Winnie cheekily replied with a slap of a tail-hand on her hip. “Now then, I was planning to defuse for breakfast, but Willow is still afraid of being alone. Mind helping out with her?”
“That’s why I’m here. Come on out, Willow.” Daring gently urged and Winnie winced before she willed herself to split. Brennie gently pushed Willow forward and she whimpered.
“N-no! Take me back! Please! I’m so alone~!” Willow cried, but Daring shushed her and magic flowed from the distraught vixen to the changeling broodmother’s horn, quickly calming her.
“Fear always tastes horrible, but if it’ll help…” Daring looked past the nearly catatonic vixen at Brennie. “Thank you for helping her sleep last night. She assured us she didn’t want to interfere with our own needs for individuality.”
“In all honesty, I thought my personality might be too much for her.” Brennie admitted with relief that she was wrong. Willow may be a total submissive, but she was a twisted bitch.
“You two are more alike than either of you will admit. She participated in plenty of war games in Paradise.” Daring said as she helped dress Willow, who was quietly keeping calm with their wife’s help.
“Yeah...but there weren’t any stakes in those.” Brennie uneasily dismissed. Sure, Willow got a major battle-boner, but she rarely got her battlelust up. Memories of how hungry Willow was for combat back in the day only made it harder not to realize how right Willow is for her. It wasn’t until Hell attacked, butchered and slaughtered her people that Willow became disgusted by violence. Brennie could understand that notion, but deep within Willow was a predator, waiting.
“Hey, how’s-oh my gosh! Brennie! You’re a sexy bitch!” Svartr declared boisterously and immediately stormed up to Brennie to slap her ass. “You can still bounce an artillery shell off that ass, too!” The ‘biker’ babe of a black slime wolfess declared happily.
“You all partially fused with me yesterday.” Brennie deadpanned and Svartr chuffed.
“Yeah and you were closed up tighter than a virgin nun’s asshole as always too. Thanks for going slime, babe. You’ve unlocked all sorts of epic shit, both for sex and combat.” Svartr purred hungrily and Brennie sighed. Svartr was the battle junky and what originally influenced Willow to go out and do her damn job as a prophesied Hero. “Thanks for helping out Willow.”
“Yeah, but Willow is still not ready though, just remember that. Especially her more war-like side. She hasn’t let loose that beast for a long time.” Brennie warned and Svartr snorted.
“Just remember that we offloaded War to Urta because Willow was afraid of turning back into that. I would’ve reveled in it, but-.” A knock at the door interrupted Svartr.
“Is everything alright?” Cynder asked when she sauntered in. “I know we’re doing this whole ‘staying individuals’ thing, but being together constantly for thousands of years must make this rough for all of us.” The purple Ancient Dragon wore a simple blouse and jeans and soon Willow was in another sundress, this one green.
“I want to be part of Brennie now, but...she won’t let that be permanent.” Willow stated with a loving look at her dracowolf wife. “Thank you for at least allowing me to fuse with you on occasion. Maybe we could even do it for c-c-combat. I’m sure with you there that you could pull me out of it.”
“Honey, I love you. Truly. But I’m not a life-saving crutch and you need to regain your independence. I appreciate that we’re so compatible, but I don’t want you and I to become another ‘Wiatr’.” Brennie gently said as she scratched Willow behind one of her ears, making her coo and nuzzle her lover’s hand. “Which, to be honest, I’d be very tempted by.”
“Same, so maybe only now and then or we have a buffer set up so our Souls can’t fuse too. Side-along fusion isn’t the same and feels more like ‘Potara’ than Fusion Dance. So, do they have breakfast here in the buff?” Willow asked cheekily and Brennie blinked in realization.
“No. As much as I would like to get a reaction out of Jet, there are children.” Brennie laughed at imagining the scowling Jet bellowing at them.
“Well then, let’s get you gussied up and go grab some grub.” Daring and the others began fishing out various clothes and helped Brennie dress.
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I decided to skip breakfast. Reconciling two ancient Souls was exhausting on a spiritual level and I chose to drink from my flask, which was now back to tasting like Urta’s best-thing-ever fluids, to my disappointment. I was in the zen room, gathering myself and pushing away the memories, thoughts and feelings that weren’t mine.
Unlike the raunchy fun mass-fusion I was part of, the one between Brennie and Willow was immensely intimate. They were practically Soul-Mates. However, I had the feeling that was the nature of Willow and Urta. Dear fuck, if I’m part of their fusion, I might just lose my mind for days coping with the immense exhausting satisfaction.
“Hey babe.” I looked up to see Uri saunter in with a hungry gleam to her eyes and sway to her hips. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I can tell. Are ya here to take me?” I asked tiredly and she licked her lips hungrily with a nod. “Then please do. I’m tired from helping Brennie and Willow last night.” I hummed appreciatively when she dropped her yoga pants. She then approached before cramming my snout into her powerful pussy. It pulled me into the dark and peaceful sanctuary of her womb as she got off on unbirthing me. Soon, I was safe, sound and sleepy, so I sloshed to give her pleasure until I dozed off.
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“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Said Winnie. She had fused together on suggestion from Marcus and was in full uniform while she followed her son on an inspection of the Vengeful Retributor. The flagship was currently acting as the emergency relief center for gathering up as many Twili that appear in one place as possible. “I mean, I’m all for being caught up on everything, but why is Willow involved? Damn you’re fine, boy.” Winnie licked her lips.
“Thanks, Mum. Anyway, I figured it might be best to have you both here addressing the Twili refugees. They are predominantly Andromedans and they need to be reminded their leaders and saviors are still here.” Marcus explained while his tail wagged at the praise coming from both of his parents simultaneously.
“Considering half of me was one of their rulers and half of me is known to be a competent emergency scenario handler. Good idea.” Winnie spanked her son’s perfect ass through his military uniform. “Fuck, have you turned out good. I’m damn proud. How many grandbabies do I have again?” Winnie demanded halfway between teasing and in the tone of an officer.
“Not nearly enough.” He answered with a snort before returning the lewd gesture in kind, getting a cute giggle out of her as she straightened her officer cap.
“Good answer! Grab a faithful gal and get fucking.” Winnie then strutted her boots into the large communal bunk section where the Twili were. “Attention all of you! I’m Winnie, Willow and Brennie. I’m your queen and your battle-bitch in one. You’re in good hands, just settle down, follow instructions and assist the Argentines where you can. We’ll get through this as always. Direct any of the Royal Family to the staff. Good day. Oh, before I go.”
Winnie blasted the entire chamber with a burst of her ‘Double Fuck-Aura’ and watched her horny citizens cheer at recognizing her before she sauntered out, a tail-hand tugging her astonished son by the collar. “Wow! Are you sure you two don’t want this to be permanent? You turned that herd of cats into a functioning group in one paragraph!” Marcus declared happily.
“Son, your words are too kind. I’m just doing what...we would do if...hm.” Winnie mused and then shrugged. “We just need to do something to ensure our souls don’t fuse. I think Willow is helping Brennie mellow, while Brennie is helping Willow show her teeth. I’m kinda worried I might be too much for people to handle. I’ll defuse at mealtimes for sure. Willow needs to socialize as an individual.”
“Understandable. Maybe Jane and Vinnie can help make a ‘soul barrier’ to keep you two from fusing too far.” Marcus suggested as he came up to her side and side-hugged her.
“If only to stay on the safe side of things, yes. For now, though, let’s retreat into your quarters. Willow is Fertility and we can have all the naughty fun we want without consequences.” Winnie wrapped her arm around her son’s hips and grinned evilly up at Marcus, making him gulp, but his tail was wagging rapidly. “I’m gonna show you why I’m the Fucking Goddess of Sex!” Winnie was gonna blow her son’s mind~! Woot for gene-neutrality~!
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“C’mon, don’t be so jelly, Vinnie.” Visilia cooed as she rubbed Vinnie’s neck, the faux-Jolteon was sulking after discovering that Willow and Brennie were in a fusion ‘time-share’ to help the socially anxious Willow adjust to being an individual person again. “If you got involved, then the sexual beast you three would become would be little better than Wiatr ever was on being able to function without sex involved.”
“Winnie is fucking Marcus like a wild breeding bitch as we speak.” Vinnie stated with a pout.
“T-to be fair, Marcus is incredibly attractive and recently indulged in Brennie…” Visilia excused sheepishly. “Also, remember that for us, Incest is just a social stigma, we’re no more genetically related than strangers. What ties us are stronger than blood. We’re not the Lannisters.”
“What Visi said.” Cynder commented from where she was on another recliner in the lounge they were in aboard the Bebop. She was reading her omni to get caught up on the situation, as were Sabrina, Cocoa and all of their wives/children that had arrived from the Warp. “Remember that before linear time on Equus, my species were much the same. Willow will have further lessened Brennie’s inhibitions on that front.”
“Which is why they’re fucking their mutual son with reckless abandon.” Vinnie sighed. She didn’t have such issues either, but Brennie once did. Yes, she helped entice Brennie to the ‘Dark Side’ of kinks more than once, but seeing her throw her ancient principles out the window without hesitation was unsettling and hot. Thus, why Vinnie was turbo-jelly of Winnie right now.
Also because their fused name was her name with a W. That fucking got her in the punny bone.
“Don’t worry. Winnie will come barging in someday soon, stripping us of our reason and turning us into her lusty sex-kitten wives just like the old days when we went absolutely wild.” Visilia sighed longingly and Vinnie hummed wistfully. “At least thanks to the Divinity Engine, she’s consciously making these decisions instead of being controlled by her Aspects.”
“More like she’s letting them influence her instead of losing the fight. It’s different, she can stop whenever she wants. She’s just not wanting to.” Cynder commented before scoffing in disgust. “How far society has Fallen. We must rescue the Changelings from the Underhives of the industrial nightmare this dark future has the gall to call ‘civilization’. It’s almost as bad as Warhammer 40K. At least it isn’t all run by the Imperium of Man or an analogue.”
“No worse than the Stellaris universe, but you are right. Brennie seems to be more attuned to her Aspects than the rest of us. No wonder why both Slayer and Carnage consider her to be the strongest out of us five.” Vinnie didn’t mind being considered weaker than her battle-mates, but she was envious of how easy Brennie sometimes made being a deity seem.
“Hold up, Todd and Carl aren’t here. Is Hell still being an insufferable twat after we rescued most of the demons from enslavement?” Cynder asked in exasperation.
“Because Satan Asmodeus isn’t dead. That was a decoy in his place. Look up the Dark Taint. Some of the info is censored, but you’ll get the gist.” Visilia sighed tiredly. She too wished Hell would just cease to exist, but no. The slimy fuck has to still be in charge with a new endless army and Luci Fer has basically moved in with her family like the annoying fun aunt she was.
“Wait, he’s now an Arch-Devil?! I remember how Willow used to play Dragon Age: Origins and Dragon Age 2. She always complained that Dragon Age: Inquisition kept losing her save data.” Cynder said with a huff. “Let me guess, he partnered up with the Arch-Devil?”
“Corypheus? Yes. How and when those two found each other, we don’t know. One day, Demon Darkspawn invaded a colony and it started all over again.” Visilia stated to the ancient dragon. “However, we have been getting help from the Grey Wardens, when they can give it.”
“Wait, how-oh! Nadia.” Their Displaced Saiyan and Grey Warden wife. Cynder remembers meeting her the first time, she was quite the woman.
“Yes. Anyway, let’s focus on the here and now.” Vinnie gave a dismissive wave.
“The here-and-now where a hyper-horny queen bitch could descend upon us at any time and turn us into her sex-soldiers?” Cynder asked cheekily with her long thicc tail dragging on the floor.
“Oh fuck yes.” Visi groaned and then rubbed her stomach. “I can’t wait for that RP.”
“You and your lewd role-playing. Yeah, let’s talk about that and how we won’t get turned into Lust Demons in the process.” Vinnie joked and let her envy and jealousy fade in girl-talk.
🎺
When I emerged from Uri, much to her mixture of displeasure and pleasure, I felt much better and stretched with Uri’s hands on my hips. “Thanks, Uri. Did I interrupt anything?” I asked my lover as I looked around the empty room.
“No.” Uri’s once-more bland tone answered as she pressed her pelvis firmly against my ass.
“Nuh-uh, I’ve gotten nothing done today. Is there even a day left to do anything with?” I asked my surprisingly lewd lover and she nodded. “Great, let’s get caught up on our mechs. I don’t even know where my Zaku Warrior is.”
“R&D.” Uri didn’t release me and I perked when her tail slithered between her thighs and rubbed against my slit. “Tail-dick.” I flushed hotly and sputtered.
“Y-ya got a tail dick fer me?!” I squeaked and then moaned when she began gently penetrating me with her deceptively normal tip. “No~. Uri. I c-can’t get pregnant right now.” I panted, but couldn’t wriggle out of her grasp with the feeble energy I had and didn’t want to escape, really.
“Then fuck me and fill me with your eggs, Love.” Uri snarled, her switch clearly flipped. “I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop feeling you. I want you more than anything. I still want others, but you’re the first I have ever wanted as my Mate. Breed me or gods be damned I will breed you!” Uri snarled deeply, smoke rising from between her teeth and nostrils as her red eyes practically shined.
“Oh~ Fuck~!” I howled in orgasm when she drove her tail all the way in that it could reach from her angle. “Yes! Fuck me! Breed me~!” I begged, my brain went to my ovaries~!
“Intervention~!” The ultra-sexy Winnie shouted when she burst through the door and tackled us to the bed. “Consent Foul! Take your tail-cock out of her and then talk about making babies like rational adults!” Winnie snarled with a deadly glare at Uri, who shivered and obeyed. “Good. Don’t make me do this again, I hate to leave Marcus like that again and we were getting to the good shit. No scat of course, that shit’s nasty.”
“Th-thank ya, Winnie. Uri, I want babies with ya too, but I don’t want to have to tax the Argentines with the workload since we can’t care fer puppies or store so many eggs safely. Or handle hatchlings if we do it properly. Dear gosh, I’m feeling upset now because I remembered that my pups are growing up without me…” I sniffled and Winnie joined Uri in wiping my eyes.
“Sorry. Sorry.” Uri’s voice deadened and she became bland again. “Sorry.” I kissed her cheek. “Future.” Uri rubbed both our tummies and then nuzzled Winnie. “Thanks.”
“I’d say no problem, but now Marcus has blue-balls and I’ve got aching ovaries! You’re coming back with me!” Winnie snarled and grabbed our faces with her tail-hands. Then after a disorienting warp, she tossed Uri and I to the bed where a fully hard Marcus was tied to the bed with his limbs strapped by grav-cuffs to the four posts of the bed and he muffled through a ball gag. “Get on that dick, girls! It’s not gonna worship itself!” Winnie, in an officer uniform, ordered.
“*Yip* Yes, mistress!” I yelped when she cracked a riding crop on my ass and I went to give the throbbing tumescence the attention it deserved, making Marcus moan as I lapped at his pre and gave his 2-foot mast a tit-job. While I was focused on his cock, Uri crawled under me to grope, lick and suck on his churning beach ball sized nuts! Hot fuck did he get blue-balled!
“Harder, girls! He’s not a fresh virgin!” Winnie demanded and she whipped both of us on the ass this time. I sucked his dick deeply, practically face-fucking myself on his breeding pole! Marcus howled into his gag and I began gulping his seed into me with a moan at the creamy/savory flavor at the back of my throat. “Good job. Now, you put that tail to work! Ram it into me!”
I blanked out as my brain faded from Marcus’s musk and I kept sucking, drinking and repeating while someone ate out my gushing pussy.
My gosh I can’t wait to marry into this~!

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Ch.79
Ch.79
Winnie walked into the galley looking like she’d won every lottery and fucked the best sexpot in the universe. Considering the latter is her, that’s an easy victory. “Morning~! Gonna need two seats so I can split apart for breakfast.” Winnie cheered with a passing caress from her left tail hand on the shoulders of each of her husbands and wives as she passed them on the way to the two free seats. She plopped her perfect ass into one and then split.
Two fully dressed babes, one in her officer uniform and the other in her sundress, were now seated and they kissed deeply. “*Smooch* Morning, love~.” Willow cooed at Brennie and Brennie kissed as her reply.
“Now, now. Down, girls. Not at the table.” Jet exasperatedly chided them as he set their piled plates of hearty breakfast food in front of them.
“See what I mean?” Brennie remarked with a snort.
“Dude’s a prude, but society needs them to survive.” Willow gently defended with a smile. “Can’t spend every waking moment faffing about.” That’s one of Brennie’s sayings. Good girl, picking up some spine already.
“I know.” Brennie conceded and dug into her breakfast.
“Where are Jane, Uri and Marcus?” Jimmy asked curiously as he helped Midna get used to maneuvering around such epically enormous tits. When they take up the bottom of your view, it can be a bit daunting until you get the hang of it.
“Still in bed. We wore them out.” Willow answered before she blinked. “Whoa. No wonder Urta and Penny were able to ping off of you and give you their Aspects. I wonder how that works now, after this ‘DE’ thing happened.”
“I’m curious too. I hope Urta and Penny show up soon.” Jimmy said with worry and got patted on his elytra by his lovers Midna and Amelia.
“...Shit. We don’t know how Nexus and the other Cybertronians may be affected by the Twilight Realm.” Brennie mentioned and they all became worried.
“Shit. She’s Ashley’s wife, right? She hasn’t come back after I sent her to go find her family.” Midna mentioned fearfully as Jimmy carefully hugged her to his side.
“Considering it was that mad quarian who helped focus the Torsion Beam Anomaly Midna set off into the Mirror of Twilight, for all we know, Nexus and the rest might be considered royalty by the Warp.” Dongoruas shrugged with equal concern while also side-hugging Hermais, who was the one who Displaced Nora’Feell who became Nexus. Needless to say, Hermais was very close to Nexus, practically considered her a daughter.
“So we need to hope Nexus doesn’t show up as some twisted Twili version of Warboss Zzottgozz (https://youtu.be/iS1c_HtvvNo).” Brennie sighed in melancholy.
“Hey, I’m the Zork Boss here, if anyone’s gonna figure out the Skaven mystical heretek bullshit, it’s going to be me!” Luster Dawn huffed indignantly and Khorgan, the Zork template, scratched her head in confusion of the topic since it clearly involved her in some way.
“Were da DAKKA?!” A black and white ogre-like thing demanded before shortly being replaced by the immensely sexy pure-purple with black hair and white optics Nexus Prime herself! The mother of this universe’s Cybertronians and Devorak’s synthetic citizens was still in her signature tenta-kini made from her own metal tendrils from her back. Hot fuck was Nexus criminally sexy. “I’m back! I felt my ears itching a bunch. I think talking about a Twili makes it possible for that specific Twili to find you. Spooky stuff! We’re Warp Daemons for sure!”
“...Urta! Urta! Urta! Big, sexy, bodacious, glorious, best-wife-!” Willow shouted before the mentioned white slime vixen erupted from Willow’s shadow and Willow squealed ecstatically as she pounced on the naked goddess, who yipped adorably when she was tackled to the floor. “Urta~! You wonderful vixen! Brennie, fuse with us~!”
“W-what’s going on?!” Urta squeaked as Willow motorboated her sloshing white goo boobs.
“Penny-Penny-Penny-Penny-yay~!” Nexus cheered when a black vixen of the same exact appearance as Urta surged from her shadow and Nexus hugged the bemused vixen.
“Okay, maybe we should do that away from the dinner table before Jet takes out the Horny Jail Bat.” Visilia chuckled and Brennie quickly pulled Willow off of Urta before shooing Urta out of the galley. The bemused vixen got up, shared a shrug with her twin sister Penny, then they both left while scratching their heads and whispering to each other.
“Aw, right. Socializing like a sane, well-adjusted member of society...can we time-travel to before we founded the Empire so we can faff around constantly?” Willow asked and Brennie along with the other Argentines all just rolled their eyes/optics.
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I woke up snuggled to Marcus with Uri on his other side. I tiredly pushed myself up and smacked my lips. I’m oddly dry, considering I guzzled so much creamy cum last night. Also, I’m slime, how can-oh. I have the ability to set an actual, physical, faux-flesh cybertronian form. Right. I fused to Brennie and the rest and can do that now.
I carefully maneuvered over Marcus and Uri, almost falling off the bed with the lack of grace. I’m not used to moving as a truly solid non-slime! I should practice like this, I’m sure I can hit harder and take more punishment without my form being amorphous. I staggered to the bathroom, good fuck my groin aches in an epic way. So this is what post-coital limping feels like. It hurts a bit, but I think I like it.
I grinned at the messy cum-glazed bitch in the mirror and then burped, coughing on the rancid stench. Woof, I could do without the morning breath. I morphed to slime and let my body-. “This is the place. It looks like Marcus had fun last night.” I heard Urta, or Penny, can’t tell since they have the same voice, say before they blocked the door with their bods. “Hello~ babe~.”
“Hey, ya two finally followed me home, huh?” I worriedly asked, sensing their lewd, thirsty intentions for me. “Ladies, I’m not a Sex or Fertility goddess, I’m just a-mm!” I was kissed and carried to the tub, where I was buried under white, then black slime and I welcomed their sexy assault on my body, which quickly ended up mixing into theirs.
I came repeatedly and soon was a howling, yipping bitch clutching my monochrome tits in a huskier voice. The minds and souls of the belated twins were glorious things! Possessed of carnal desire yet honed by a consuming sense of duty that filled me with purpose! I rose out of the tub, setting my black-tipped paws on the floor to look in the mirror. “Hello~ babe~.”
My fennec ears were black, my muzzle was white, my head was silver and across my body my monochrome tri-toned body was utterly glorious in form and meant for battle along with bearing and birthing untold numbers of offspring. I had to admire my trio of tails and my beauty. I smiled viciously and my normal-looking eyes with white sclera, silver irises and black pupils winked.
“Okay. First: I need to train, make sure I’ve still got the old mojo. Then, reconnect with my wives and husbands after they’ve had some time to catch up. Then, I’m finally gonna ram my cock into someone, fully intent on knocking them up so hard they make a population boom.” I think I’ll need to get my Fertility, Power and War User Access back from Jimbo first. People will learn quickly to worship Jenta!
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There was a beeping noise...oh. So this is what it’s like to wake up as a patient in a medical setting. Eris weakly opened her eyes, thankful that the Argentines knew better than to have blinding lights on at all times in a setting where light sensitivity was a thing. An instinctive attempt to peek at her recent history gave her a stinging headache. Nope. No powers.
Eris wasn’t afraid, though. She knew this was coming. She knew she’d cease to be a Chaotic all-knowing Time Goddess at some point, just not when, much to her past frustration. Now, though, she could feel it coming back. Slowly, in tidbits to not overwhelm her. She’s been going full-tilt for so long, she was sure it could be measured in epochs.
“Hey.” Eris smiled and was grateful for the strong, fuzzy hand that entwined with her scaled fingers. Eris opened her eyes fully to look over at her beautiful ursine sister. “You gave us all a scare, there.” Dongoruas smiled with tears in her eyes and Eris tried to sit up, only for Donga to gently push her down. “No, no. You get the honor of being the first deity to overload their access to the Divinity Engine. How did you not connect the end of your supreme power to its creation?”
“Dunno, I just...did what I had to.” Eris mumbled and closed her eyes while rubbing her sister’s knuckles with a thumb. “We all did. Sorry I couldn’t give you more warning ahead of Paradise’s destruction.”
“Everyone made it through the Mirror of Twilight. In case you can’t tell, I’m not exactly just a Draconequus anymore.” Dongo chuckled darkly as her free hand turned to wisps of shadow for a brief moment. “No spatial power involved. The Twilight Realm has nothing related to the Third Dimension despite allowing us three-dimensional beings to flow right through it.”
“Sounds frustrating.” Eris smiled cruelly and Dongo chuckled some more.
“Hermais is going crazy without the ability to reference her libraries instantly. The DE is still setting itself up. What I can’t believe is that Jovia of all entities gets the honor of hosting it in her womb.”
“She’s your grandbaby.” Eris pointed out teasingly.
“Doesn’t mean I expected greatness from her. None of us did. Well, besides you, you scheming Time Noodle.” Dongo leaned in and gently kissed her. “*Smooch* Now, I need to go to a private room and start calling my hubby. Apparently calling out to specific Twili allows them to find you in the Third Dimension. Spooky stuff. We really are Warp Daemons now.”
“Thank Queen Midna. Now, if you don’t mind, could you give me the happy juice?” Eris winced with a smile and Dongo obliged her by pressing a switch-oo yeah~...zzz...
🎺
“What’s going on with everything?” Emilia groaned as she walked through the city with it on high alert. The last reports she had from ONI were that everything was on track. They didn’t warn her that Aiur II would enter a state of emergency that ordered all non-combat personnel to return to their living quarters.
She entered her apartment and watched as the door’s emergency bulkhead rose up from the floor, locking her in and ostensibly any invaders out. A quick peek at the emergency broadcast projected by the holo built into the bulkhead informed her that the fleet sent to Char to reclaim company assets has gone silent and now a Corpus fleet was in the Aiur System.
Welp, that’d do it. “Shit. Well, I guess my job here is over. An invasion was one of the emergency evac scenarios I was given.” Emilia sighed. As much as she hated the UnSC, this was a good job. She had coworker friends she’ll miss, some cute guys and gals she had casual sex with while keeping her pasties on, not to mention the swish apartment.
She’s losing her hybrid shower~! “Love, time to go~.” Her partner cheered as he appeared at full size in front of her in the nude. Normally she’d be all for getting on her knees and enjoying her lover, but he had his genitals stowed away and was in the process of putting on his dashing roguish ‘smuggler chique’. Fuck her shower, she hasn’t seen his ‘derring do’ clothes in years!
“Where to?” Emilia questioned as she ran through the place, gathering a few things as she pulled her pasties off and let her epic tits out to store things in her Inventory while adjusting the blazer to cover only her areolae.
“We’re meeting up with the Rebel Alliance! Our goddesses are free and it is time!” Locoa declared and Emilia felt hope well within her chest.
“Finally! This means I might finally reunite with my sister and give in to my body’s attempts to turn into slime.” Emilia sighed as she decided to stop taking the inhibitors preventing her body from finishing its transformation from her dominant slime genes.
“Or into a Draconequus~.” Locoa said with a lick of his lips.
“Oh, please. You know I’d make a horrible Chaos Noodle. I like things that are too stable.” Emilia huffed as she shoved all of the packaged food into her cleavage she could and then hummed. “Should we rip the food replicator off the wall and take it with us? I’m sure the natives of the Alliance would be grateful.”
“Good idea! Size-up those tiddies, Emmy! Oh and the shower!” She got to keep her shower~!
🎺
“Isn’t this a bit much?” Luster asked me worriedly as I bench-pressed a whole fried Shiden mobile suit that was on the docket for being fed to a forge, but until then I was gonna pump it!
“Lusty, ya forget how strong I am.” I chuckled while checking my HUD for servo strain and other info. I’m new to the cybertronian slime thing as a whole, so this was also to test how much of my combined prowess translated into a mechanical medium. “Besides, I haven’t been in serious combat in a while, I need to grease the gears, so to speak.”
“Well, I just came to tell you that we sent off some combat groups to sabotage the UnSC supply lines.” Luster Dawn said and I chuffed before I tossed the suit back into a standing position, possible since it was frozen like that, then jumped to my paws and looked at my future wife at eye-level with her hovering form. I put enough mass into my body to be as tall as Rico or Edward at 14 feet so I had hands big enough to move that thing without breaking it more.
“Lusty, that’s bull. Anyone could’ve come to tell me. What’s up, babe?” I asked as I shrunk down and pulled out one of my favorite sets of clothes. My ‘2D8 Bludgeoning’ crop top and my ‘2D8 Crushing’ shorts. I’ve had that reprinted so many times over the millenia it still made me giggle.
“Jane-.”
“Jenta.” I interrupted with a bit of annoyance. I know Urta and Penny have been gone a long time, but to forget that they’re part of my whole just felt so damn rude to me.
“Jenta, I’m a bit worried. We haven’t spent time together in a while.” Luster mewled and I blinked before I facepalmed and dragged my hand down my cheek.
“Fuck, yew’re right. C’mere, let’s go hang out, go on a date, something.” I wrapped my Powerful arm around her waist and she looked a bit guilty.
“Just Jane and I?” My ears tilted back and I felt a bit rejected. “Auntie Urta, Penny. I know you’re likely eager to stretch your membranes and have fun, but you and the other slimes have been taking up all of Jane’s time. I want Jane and I to spend quality time together.” I pouted. “Just with each other.” I made my eyes big and watery. “Alone.”
“Fine, fine. It’s not like she’s our fiance too or something.” I grumbled and then split, finding myself standing naked in Luster’s arms as Penta, the two-tailed kitsune fusion of Penny and Urta, clicked her tongue with a wink and gun-hands at us. “Go have some bonding time, kiddos.” The half-n-half black and white vixen sauntered away and I hugged Luster.
“Sorry for getting so caught-up in all these shenanigans. It’s like, the universe and all these sexy people keep throwing themselves at me and I’m such a horny bitch that I can’t say no…” I mewled and Luster petted my head with a Kind smile.
“Jane, I get it. You’re not the first, nor likely the last, person that the Imperial and Argentine Royal Families have taken such an infatuation to.” Luster cooed and I noticed something.
“Why do ya smell so nice?” It was spicy, sweet, yet had a hint of minty freshness.
“I’m trying something my new Zask template suggested. I’m unsure if it’ll work, my abdomen is all tingly since I started it. Let’s watch some movies.” Luster picked me up in a bridal carry and I blushed with a beaming smile.
“H-hey. I know I’m a lass now, but I was a lad not three months ago. Shouldn’t I be doing the carrying?” I asked before I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek.
“Gender stereotypes are for lesser societies. Besides, you're a slippery fish and I don’t want you swimming away.” Luster joked and I snuggled into her grasp, uncaring if anyone saw me.
🎺
“So, we’re going to need reinforcements. We have too many resources and not enough people to handle them. We’ve already had to activate a fleet’s worth of droids. They were meant for emergencies like this, but it’ll take time for them to achieve a level of competency that I don’t have the patience for.” Marcus said to the war council, which hadn’t grown despite the return of his mother and the rest of the Imperial Cabinet.
Willow and the rest opted out, saying the Empire is gone, that whatever comes of this is for the new ‘generation’ to deal with. Some of the Alliance might object, but at least they still have the support of the old guard. “Us.” Uri uttered from the wall with his other dragoness mates.
“Yes, the plan is for you five to bring several ships of experienced crews here, then deliver the ships back to Devorak. We need the crews, not the ships.” Marcus explained and then held up a hand at the confused or disgruntled faces at the large round table. “I know, the locals have inferior hulls, civilian interior design and older weaponry, but we can live with the design and retrofit the hulls and weapons faster than converting the ships entirely to our standards.”
“Not to mention we’re trying not to weaken our home guard too much. We can fill in space that doesn’t require skilled hands with droids. Let’s be glad the Corpus crafts are meant to be crewed by droids.” Rex affirmed his brother’s decisions and the others nodded in acceptance.
“Any news about what the UnSC or the Corpus are up to?” Marcus questioned his staff.
“According to Extranet news, the Corpus have launched a mass invasion of the Triangulum Galaxy. The UnSC has rapidly responded with defense measures. I’d say they’re going to be too busy to worry about us anytime soon.” The Ghost in charge of Info-Sec and Counter-Intel reported and Marcus smiled evilly.
“Meaning we have more time on our hands. With all of the ships we’ve captured and all of the raw materials we’ve collected, we can churn out a fleet to sweep this small galaxy in a month if we just have the crews to handle it.” Rex stated with a dark chuckle.
“Some of the Twili Refugees have volunteered to help with the manufacturing, distribution and logistics management. We request to have one of the ladies bring in one of our Ark-class colony ships.” A Scinox suggested and Marcus looked towards his mates. Syrex raised her hand to volunteer.
The Argentine’s Colony Ships were their first Space Hulks built to hold billions to possibly trillions of colonists, sailing through the void of space towards the targeted planet marked for colonization. It would have to do for now.

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Ch.80
Ch.80
The weeks passed in a routine. In the mornings, I would have breakfast, then meditate and train with Yoda, Uri, Ani and the nameless stone bitch who seriously needs someone besides Yoda. Midday was often a swap between spending time with Luster and Rivala or one of the many paramours we’d accrued. Afternoon was often martial training with Penta or the Marines, then evening was dinner, epic sexy shenanigans, then sleep. Rinse, repeat.
We were stuck hurrying up to wait for nearly a month before the Alliance Command, aka: Marcus, his chain of command, the Marines and such, felt that we had the personnel situation under control. That was after the POWs who refused to join us were sent to the border colony of Zeng-Shi which wouldn’t have the resources for them to cause much trouble and it’d take months for any of them to even get in contact with UnSC command.
Besides, Zeng-Shi could use disciplined people like that. It’s almost as bad as Tarkus with the pirates around there. Lucky for them I put codes in their one-way junker carrier’s IFF and painted the hull with the Jolly Roger so the pirates there would know these were poor sods set adrift for Zeng-Shi Station and they had nothing of value.
“Where is our Gargoyle friend?” Questioned the hulking yak, Ani, who finally went around without his full suit of Spartan power armor, as he sat down on the bench with me where I recovered from the latest grind Penta put me through. That beautiful babe was a stone-cold bitch when it came to martial prowess and while I was ‘passable’ I wasn’t ‘superb’ so she’d decided one of her goals in life was to make me the best damn martial artist in the universe.
“Dealing with the children.” I replied nonchalantly before sighing sadly. “Why must the Argentines be such loners?” Seriously, I can feel those attuned with the Force doing their own thing. From what I could tell, they were meditating and experimenting through training. While I’m proud of them taking the initiative, I was also sad that I wasn’t going to train them or train with them. At least several dozen Twili who have aptitude quickly sought out Master Yoda.
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“You need a name!” Ed told the stony lady.
“Yeah! Name!” Aurora cheered.
Ein was just chewing a doggy biscuit while his two mistresses bothered the Corrupted one.
“I don’t need one.” The stone gargoyle growled.
“Stony!”
“Hilly!”
“Oh! Chest-Hills!”
“I am not going to be called Chest-Hills!” The gargoyle blushed as she covered her impressive bosom, even though it was already in a loose sweater.
“Demona?” Ein suggested.
“...I really like that name. Okay, fine, call me Demona.” The tsundere female then rubbed her head crest and felt it oddly fitting if she would get it painted red.
“Demona! Demona! Yay!” The girls cheered before hugging the newly named gargoyle.
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“We discovered it! Ahahah! We’ve found it!” Delbert cheered as he found the coordinates he had been looking for all this time. Getting his own research station courtesy of the Argentines was the ultimate boon in his research and thanks to the advanced cartography capabilities of his assistant: EDI, they just discovered what he’d spent most of his life searching for!
“Considering this is the most comprehensive galactic map I’ve ever encountered, I’m amazed it took so long to find!” EDI, a beautiful human-like cybertronian who was currently in her ‘trash can’ R3-ED droid form, danced on her wheels happily as her dome head spun around cutely. She was a Twili like all the refugees, but she was also a ship with her husband living on board. The legends of her did no justice for how lovely a person she was.
“What are you two doing?” Amelia asked her lover and recent friend with amusement, but then she yowled when something landed on her, squishing her unprepared slime body into the floor.
“Oof! Warp travel still sucks!” Declared the gorgeous slime covcat who looked exactly like Amelia, bustiness and all. She had her rear planted on Amelia’s head.
“Uh, Emelia?” Amelia asked as she looked up at her twin sister from between her thicc thighs in bemusement. “What are you doing here? Why are you slime? How are you so busty?”
“Work, because yes, also yes.” Emilia replied and then patted her younger sister’s head. “There, there. You’ve discovered that we’re naturally predisposed to sexiness thanks to our ancestor Sabrina.”
“We’ve found Treasure Planet! Or, rather, the coordinates to Treasure Planet!” Delbert declared excitedly, the sight of Emmy crushing Amy’s head with her groin a non-issue in the face of his life’s work on the cusp of fruition!
“Oh, that’s nice, dear. Sister, please remove your succulent snatch from my neck.” Amelia huffed and Emilia laughed as a roguish draconequus slithered out of thin air.
“Aw, you don’t want to give us a show?” The draconequus said as a dick and balls landed on her face.
“Not now. I’m currently backwards and seriously not in the mood. I just knew this charlatan would Corrupt you, Emmy.” Amy huffed and shook the junk off of her face. “Now, get off!”
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Willow was sparring with Ionyx as Brennie watched from the sidelines. The vixen was slowly being beaten down, but refused to give up the match. “Do you yield?” The stallion questioned as he backed away.
“Fat chance.” Willow snarled and spat out some damaged slime that would take time to reincorporate, time better spent on everything else. “I may have gotten used to peace, but we always stayed ready for war.” Too bad her people’s tech had evolved beyond what was available from either the locals or the Argentines. They’ve lost millenia of progress and have to retrain. Still, the Twili soldiers were disciplined and worthy of the Argentines to their surprise.
Brennie knew this from her fusions with Willow, but it was best if everyone saw it for themselves. If it was a few thousand years ago, Willow could’ve possibly kicked her ass, but she’d gotten soft from Paradise despite efforts to continue improving. That said, she needed an Empyreal or one of the Marines for a sparring partner or she’d bulldoze her opponent and learn nothing. Willow’s unique martial arts utilizing her tail-hands made her too much for most people.
Ionyx grunted as they got back to it. This is where both he and Brennie started to see Willow picking up the pace, her strikes were becoming fast and precise, her grapples harder to dodge and then she suddenly surged in size to match either Rico or Edward and her larger reach and increasing speed forced Ionyx to forfeit or risk injury from the vixen’s battle-lust overtaking her.
“Oh, fuck, I’m hungry now~.” Willow moaned as her belly growled. Brennie quickly shooed Ionyx away and then fused into Willow so she could help contain her cannibalistic nature. Winnie hissed as she shrunk down and clutched her gurgling stomach before she got one of Urta’s flasks from her cleavage and started chugging to relieve the gnawing, starving sensation.
Ahuizotla were notoriously carnivorous and in South American cultures was known to eat humans. Unfortunately for Willow, being half-Ahuizotl contributed heavily to her cannibalistic tendencies along with her method of using Lust Demons to make Purification pools early on in her adventures. Winnie finished chugging and panted as she sorted herself out.
“Fucking damn. No wonder Willow usually only spars with soulless clone droids since she tends to eat them afterward.” Winnie huffed and tucked her flask away. She should see if there’s a cure for that. If the Empire could cure so many genetic defects, why not do away with such a vicious and dangerous one? Her Willow half felt stupid for not thinking of it and hopeful it could be done.
“Fucking Hell, I didn’t think Willow had that in her.” Visilia said as she approached her from a weight lifting area.
“She is an Undead and has no need to heed her own life. It turns out that Willow has died more times than she can count from her own training.” Winnie informed her wife who looked concerned. “Yeah, I know, I know. I didn’t have much to do in Paradise besides fuck, train and call out idiots for their mistakes.” Winnie sighed and rubbed her shoulders with her tail-hands.
“We’d better remind her that her life has value. Immortal or not, abuse it too much and someday you’ll never wake up again.” Visilia pulled Winnie into a hug and smooched her. “Now, why don’t we calm down for the day? While Tarkus is still being terraformed, the native Sydians have adjusted rapidly and are forming a primitive civilization that worships most of us. Why don’t we go down and mingle with the puny mortals?” Visi smiled evilly and Winnie shivered.
Damn did Visi make her wet whenever she got all domineering.
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Jovia giggled like a ninny as she was rolled around like a giant ball by her harem of boy toys. “Boys~! I know I’m a ball, but this is silly~!” Jovia laughed at the fact her body, without her Navel Pearl and Nipple Studs active, was basically a sphere with two smaller spheres attached. The Divinity Engine was developing without interference and her body was growing to contain the vast occupancy of her womb. It was easily bigger than most gas giants at this point~!
“Holy fuck, no wonder there’s so much fun going on in here.” Shekka commented when she entered the dimensionally expanded room. The white-suited rask whistled up at the 15-foot gas giant as she looked her over. “Damn, girl. You’ve got really nice geometry going there.”
“I know, right?! Watch how the math changes as we roll her!” One of the several rask lads shouted before rolling Jovia some more, causing her to titter again.
“Neat! That is a trip! Hey, lady, would you mind going to Storage Bay 06? That’s where most of us rasks on the Bebop gather for recreation.” Shekka asked as she watched the math only she and other Raskvel could see change with every motion of the spatial anomaly named Jovia.
“Sure! Being rolled around is fun!” Jovia chirped and then squeaked when her right breast was smished under her and someone touched her vagina. “Oh~ do that more~.”
“You heard her boys! Get her rolling!” Shekka commanded and she followed the mathematical anomaly as she was rolled down the halls to the raskvel-filled Storage Bay 06 to join in on the fun of watching the hyper-preggo gal be rolled around and toyed with.
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“So, how are you feeling today?” Jet asked his lover as she set a cup of tea in front of her. Eris smiled tiredly and accepted the tea. Ever since she had her overload, Eris has been subdued and worryingly fragile. Jet was just happy to have her back, even if she wasn’t filled with that manic energy that sucked him in like a vortex. She was more than a Chaos Noodle to him.
“Better. As the DE keeps growing, the more I can feel the flow of Time again. I’m sure within another month, I’ll be back to my old ways, just not constantly running so many timelines.” Eris tugged on her blouse and adjusted her bra straps. She was so drained that her ambient Chaos Aura wasn’t working, so she couldn’t rely on it causing her massive mams to ignore gravity.
“Don’t strain yourself, dear. Take your Time.” Jet punned and Eris tittered cutely.
“I won’t.” A second Eris said, her body having a bionic arm. “Watch out for the grenades on Hogarth II.” She warned herself before she sighed and melded into the current Eris.
“Oof, shit. Yeah, I won’t make that mistake this time around.” Eris winced and rubbed the arm that the alternate future version of herself had replaced. That wasn’t a one-time occurrence. Eris has had to resort to having alternate future versions of herself warning her of things and then melding back into her. They weren’t real so-to-speak, more simulations of Time. A new method she said wasn’t 100% accurate, but was far less straining than actual Time-Travel.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t get involved in combat at all.” Jet glared and Eris winced.
“Sorry, Jetty. In that simulation, you were in danger, I couldn’t…” Eris wilted and Jet sighed as he took one of her hands and rubbed her scaly knuckles. “I can’t guarantee I can save anyone. I can’t just pop to a previous point in time and try over and over until most of everyone is alive and well anymore. All I can do is keep running sims and hope to prevent the worst.”
“Erie, there’s just one thing I have to say.” Jet booped her snoot, making her scaly face scrunch adorably. “Stop stressing. You’re not perfect, nobody is. When this is over, promise me you’ll stop playing oracle and live for yourself for once.” Eris’s eyes became watery as she smiled and threaded her fingers with his.
“Ma-Eris!” A cheer came as several armed and armored robots appeared behind Jet, all looking worried. Some had animals by their sides that looked more like shimmering crystals then flesh. All were the same shadowy substance of the Twili, meaning they were from Paradise.
“Oh, sweetie~!” Eris lit up so beautifully that Jet had his breath taken away as the new Twili Draconequus rounded the table to hug his mother. “How’s my little Oscar-boy? I’m not talking to you, Tuddrussel!” Eris snapped at the bulky possibly Cybertronian man, who huffed and the lanky BX -gosh those are rare- droid elbowed him in the side.
“He’s still in the past, I’m here for a few minutes ahead of him, Time-Echo, y’know. Oop, here he comes!” Oscar stood back and then reality seemed to snap for a moment and the black Chaos Noodle wobbled. “Woo, that is always disorienting. Anyway, the Warp is a good medium for Time Travel. Test was a success. Once you’re at full power, I suggest hunting down the Mirror of Twilight and going Twili yourself. It’ll help you get some of your power back.”
“Hold on, boy. That thing’s definitely in UnSC custody on Harmonia’s Ark unless they had it shipped to a secret location. Do you know where it wound up?” Jet questioned seriously, because if turning into a shadow-noodle will help his lover, he’ll fly to the ends of the universe.
“The UnSC exotic-materials holding vaults on Hogarth II.” Oscar told them and Eris winced.
“Um, Sweetie? That’s the system where Jet and his family’s journey officially began and where I just ran a failed simulation. Are you sure?” Eris asked worriedly and Oscar nodded. “Fishsticks.”
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I was standing next to Jet as his First Mate on the bridge of the Bebop shortly after dinner. The Marines were here, but otherwise this was a Bebop crew meeting with the extended crewmembers listening through the intercom. “Everyone. I am your captain, Jet Black. I know most of you know this in some measure, but only figured I was the ship-dad for what’s become most of the fleet’s communal Liveship. However, I’m afraid the Bebop is now on active duty.”
Jet paused to let that sink in for the people listening. “All of you know about the Twili, how they are the refugees of the now-lost Paradise. Well, the UnSC has their hands on the Mirror of Twilight, the divine artifact of Midna created by Nexus through imbuing the exotic dimension-breaching effect Midna punched into Paradise into a solid Phrik mirror.”
Jet drew a breath and let it out. “That said, all of us know the Twili have near-instant Warp travel with no known distance constraints. If it exists, a Twili can get into it. We cannot let the UnSC start turning their elites into Twili. They will hunt us down and kill us all in our sleep! Thanks to the efforts of Eris and her Time Squad led by her son Oscar, we know where they’re holding the Mirror.” Jet activated the holo projector and I winced.
“Really? Really? Back where this all began?” I asked in deep concern. This reeked of Destiny.
“The Hogarth System. Hogarth VI is where we had Luster Dawn come into our lives and we became fugitives from the UnSC. Now Hogarth II is where we must go to prevent us from being infiltrated.” Jet zoomed in on Hogarth II. Unlike Hogarth VI which had once-beautiful ice rings and was made into a dumping ground, Hogarth II was a mining world being stripped clean.
“That’s the Exotic Materials site.” Amelia commented as Jet focused in on the location holding the Mirror of Twilight. “That’s where they test, examine and store dangerous materials. It’s heavily fortified with anti-air batteries, artillery emplacements and has a dedicated on-site elite mobile suit division to prevent company secrets from being stolen or worse: Terrorists.”
“Like us.” Jet snorted and everyone had a weak chuckle. “In orbit is a ring of automated turbolaser batteries, a small fleet of rapid-response battleships dedicated to Hogarth II’s defense and a direct line to the nearest UnSC garrison. I don’t have to point out that we cannot afford a protracted siege. We need to get in, get out, fast. The Corpus have left the Hogarth System and surrounding systems alone since to the rest of the Three Galaxies, Hogarth is just junk.”
“Misinformation by omission is one of the best ways to secure a site.” Said Winnie, since Brennie and Willow had seemed to have chosen to, for now, be semi-permanently fused. Their souls synergize so well, it’s a good thing she had Vinnie and I set up a sort of barrier to keep them from merging further. “So, besides a quick smash and grab, what’s the plan? Any ideas?”
“What about getting Hogarth IV to launch an assault on Hogarth II? The pirates in the area would love to get their hands on materials. Also, what about the Planters sitting on Hogarth VI?” Ed suggested from where she was on Demona’s left shoulder with Aurora on the right one.
“What?” Everyone said before Ed pointed at the mountain ranges of Hogarth VI.
“I saw them when we were first in the system, but I thought they were junkers, then we met Folly and I cross-referenced her with them. Then I sent a probe to see if they were working. They are, They’re just sleeping. I jacked into them to find out they terraformed the world and then went dormant without further orders.” Ed dumped on everyone.
“Okay, good job Ed.” Jet praised the asari and then hummed. “So, we jump in as stealthily as possible, wake up the Planters, then use them to crack open the base. We rush in, get the Mirror, then rush out with the Planters giving us cover. We’ll have them follow us home because even if they’re only Cruiser-class ‘dumb’ Planters, they’re a valuable resource.”
“Okay, how much of the fleet are we going to devote? Everyone’s itching to sortie.” Winnie questioned with her two fluffy tails waving behind her eagerly.
“Almost none of it.” Jet’s words surprised everyone. “We need a small, fast group. My original idea was to have the Runner ram through the base’s outer shell then evac while the Bebop drew attention by the perimeter. Now, we can do many similar things, but with Planter support.”
“I volunteer to be rammed into something!” Vinnie declared excitedly and then discussions began. I, meanwhile, was just glad things were finally on the move.

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Ch.82
Ch.82
“You made a baby~! Oh Lusty, it was entirely by chance, but you have a son!” Vinnie gushed to Luster Dawn, who was dumbly holding her Zaven son in her arms, having shrunk him down to a proper baby to conserve materials and also because it would need to be done either way.
“So, did you follow my tips?” Zagara grumbled from her corner. The orange Zask template was still a bit upset over her conversion, but she was rapidly coming to appreciate all the upsides even if being a shorty was one of the major downsides. It had its upsides as well, as she’d learned to her bemusement and quiet enjoyment.
“To be honest, I wasn’t going to do it because I don’t want to send children into battle. I guess I must’ve slipped a bit. I mean, he’s only my son, not anyone else’s. I pretty much made a male clone of myself…” Luster mewled as she cradled her sleeping child to her breasts, where the little white pup nuzzled her left tit instinctively. “Oh no. What should I do? I don’t know how to take care of kids, especially when I’m so busy and there’s a war and-.”
“I’ll take him!” Rivala emerged from Luster’s bikini-clad cooch, making Luster squeak both from that and from the wolf-fairy slime taking her son from her arm. “I know all about babies! Part of the programming from when Wiatr and Hunter helped create the first batch. Don’t worry, Lusty. I’ll take care of our firstborn son.”
“Our-oh! Oh! So...sorry about that.” Luster blushed with a sheepish smile and Rivala giggled.
“Don’t be. You made a mistake with this one while I was inside you. You pulled on my body as material and now he’s born. As his mamas, we’ll take care of him.” Rivala smooched Luster and then hovered away, leaving Luster Dawn with Vinnie and Zagara in the room she’d asked to meet them in.
“So, should we tell Jane?” Vinnie asked as Zagara rubbed her falsely flat eggnant belly. When she realized she could enjoy the process of making eggs, she kinda went overboard.
“Why wouldn’t-oh no.” Luster paled and looked horrified. “Oh no. After we tried so hard I had a baby with Rivala by accident. This might hurt her! I might have hurt her! Don’t tell her before the operation, I don’t want this hanging over her when she’s going into battle.”
“We’ll keep it quiet. Besides, I think Jane would knock you up or get you to somehow knock her up if she found out and we don’t have the time for that.” Zagara commented, because while she tried to distance herself from her new Queen as much as she could, she couldn’t remain ignorant of those who associated with her. Especially since they’re so...attractive.
“You want her to pound you, don’t you?” Luster teased the Zask and the reborn rabbit reptile rolled her glowing eyes.
“Of course I do. She’s hot. Damn you for giving me these hormones and instincts.” Zagara grumbled with a blush. She’s become known as a bit of a ‘traditional’ broodmother with how many males she’s had pound our pussy and add eggs to her clutch. She may not have the sexual preoccupation of pre-cure Raskvel, but she was new to this and it was fun.
“Hey, trust me, it’s way better to feel things than to not.” Vinnie shuddered. “Never again will I be sent to Horny Jail. It is a sort of death.”
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“Oh, I think someone wants me to fuck them hard into the floor.” I groaned as the notion pulled me from my meditation. I’m good at shutting out intrusive notions, but this was the kind that was hardest because of how often people lust after me. I know I’m hot, I know I’m beautiful, I know I’m amazing according to how often I’m told these things, but I wish people would stop obsessing over me sexually when there’s actual Sex Goddesses they could perv on.
“Maybe it’s your mates?” Demona suggested from where she was half-stoned. Literally. Apparently, even though she’s made of flesh-imitating stone, she enters what she calls ‘stone sleep’ when she slumbers. She’s achieved a restful state of meditation thanks to how she’s rarely without Yoda around and constantly training herself.
“No. If it was, I'd be able to meld it into my meditation.” I sighed and looked over at Master Yoda. “Master, all this meditation and physical training has been good, but when will we practice lightsaber forms? I still don’t even know the style for my Light Chakrams.”
“Unable to provide practice sabers, I am. Hesitant, they are, the Argentines in providing them. Wary, they are, of my nature.” Yoda replied evenly without disdain.
“We…don’t exactly use Lightsabers. We use Crucibles and the only ones who have Lightsabers are the Doom Marines.” Uri bashfully admitted and I sighed.
“Close enough an approximation, they are. Until rediscover a source of kyber crystals, we do. Know not do I, the process of making red crystals.” Yoda replied and I think red crystals were the only synthetic ones, if I remember right.
“Well…” Uri trailed off uneasily.
“Don’t tell me, they don't use kyber crystals?” I asked my beautiful dragoness and she nodded. I’m so glad she decided to let her emotion ‘switch’ be on more and more.
“Kyber crystals, vital they are to a Force User. Not only do they focus the blade, they aid in channeling the Force. In combat, even a crystal not used as a blade is a valuable resource.” Yoda lectured with a chuckle. “However, as a blade, these proxies will suffice, for now.”
“Well, do any of them have an actual kyber crystal?” I questioned the black beauty.
“Brennie or in this case, Winnie. Do you want to see her?” Uri asked and I nodded my head.
“Well, we’ve gotta get this going and I’m the new source of the Force in this universe after I ascended. If anyone could make heads or tails of it, I would.” Besides, Winnie has been a bit distant. She’s been keeping away from me for some reason since Brennie and Willow fused.
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Winnie hummed contentedly when someone snuggled her and she nuzzled the perpetrator. “Visi, hey. What’s up?” Winnie asked without opening her eyes. She didn’t have any duties today, so she’d been planning to nap. She didn’t feel the desire to Sex everyone right now, but she wouldn’t say no to her wife if that was why she was here.
“Hm, just wanted to tell you that Jane requested your presence. It’s about the Lightsabers. I just wanted to snuggle my fluffy fox before you got out of bed.” Visi answered and Winnie sighed. It was bound to happen. She was worried about what might happen if she encountered Jane, but there was no putting it off anymore.
“Alright, I’ll go see her. Can you be there for emotional support?” The fused Sex Goddess requested of her wife.
“For who? I’m not exactly good at resisting Jane’s natural charms myself, you know.” The red demonic alicorn retorted. She’d retaken her original form thanks to the solid-morph ability granted by their shared cybertronian traits, but decided to keep her long scarlet mane a metallic hue. It made her ultra-sexy Fertility Goddess wife all the sexier.
“Does it matter? Just be there for us both.” Winnie huffed as she got up from the bed with her wife in her arms, bridal style. They were both still dressed and Visi didn’t object. “I’m surprised she didn’t see what sort of crystal was powering my Lightsaber. She’s in for a surprise.”
“Or a rude awakening.” Visilia added on, but Winnie shrugged and left their quarters.
“Either way, they need to wake the fuck up and realise the multiverse doesn’t give a flying fuck about ‘sticking to the material source and lore 90% of the time’.” Winnie huffed as she followed Visi’s finger down the hall.
“If this is about it being Kundal Stone or another stone entirely, I don’t care. I just want to see if it’s a harvestable resource and whether or not it attunes with the Force.” Jane commented from where she was standing on the ceiling, making Winnie yip and jump back in surprise since she’d popped down into view from seemingly nowhere. “Also, ya two are cute like this. Then again, Visi is the longest-standing paramour if I’ve been informed properly.”
“Red Lyrium crystal.” Winnie answered with a snort.
“Oo~ that spooky corruptive stuff from Dragon Age. Nice, so long as we’re careful not to ingest the stuff. Seriously. Why did anyone think it was a good idea to-*yip*!” Jane was snagged in Visi’s magic and plopped into Winnie’s tails to be held bridal style in them as they entered Jane’s room, which was where she’d apparently chosen to talk to Winnie. Alone. Hnng~.
“Where are Luster Dawn and Rivala?” Visilia asked as Winnie stood, clearly unsure of whether to take them to the bed or the bathroom with the magic tub.
“The last I knew, Lusty was working on her swarm and Rivala’s her assistant. Besides, if Rivala was wandering around, all kinds of wish-granting shenanigans would follow. My gosh, these are so soft~.” Jane cooed and snuggled the tails holding her. “Ya smell minty and chocolatey.”
“They’re both smells and tastes associated with Sex. Speaking of which, sorry Visi, I’m not strong enough.” Winnie gulped and Visi saw the hearts her simulated pupils had turned into.
“Strong enough fer what?” Jane asked before she squealed when the tails holding her wrapped her up. “Mmph?!” It was like a fluffy cocoon and Brennie went into the bathroom where a flick of Visi’s horn stripped them naked in a flash. “Hmph.” Jane stopped squirming and she snuggled her confines as Winnie stepped into the tub.
Soon, Winnie sighed as she let her form pool, dumping her goo into it to allow Visi and Jane to swim in her. “Ah~. It’s been a while.” Visi cooed and nuzzled Winnie’s goopy red cheek. “I should do this too soon. Get all relaxed, let it all hang out.”
“Yeah, good idea. I haven’t done this myself in weeks. Having a forgetably easy to maintain solid form is nice, but I could do with just pouring myself into a basin.” Jane commented as she floated in the red, black and white slime. “So, what’s the problem with Red Lyrium besides the obvious?” Jane asked curiously while Winnie ‘scrubbed’ her body with her goo.
“Trying to find a deposit of it and mining it. Red Lyrium doesn’t exist in our universe and we’re not sure if it exists here.” Visi answered as Winnie massaged her body all over.
“Couldn’t ya grow it by, y’know, throwing corpses on it? I know it works better with living sacrifices, but that’s evil and cadavers seem to work fine.” Jane asked before she perked when the goo parted her folds. “Uh, Winnie? I-uhn!” Jane moaned so sexily at a sudden penetration! “Oh gosh, yes~! I was hoping ya’d-nyuh~!”
“You sound like such a glorious sexy anime babe, Jane.” Winnie moaned and she looked over at Visi with a bite on her lip and Visi nodded. The demon alicorn moaned when Winnie began thrusting a solid rod of goo into her quim too. “As for your question, yeah, but that’s dangerous.”
“We can talk later, just fuck me-oh Winnie yes!” Jane shrieked in orgasm before she got a tentacle of slime down her throat and another up her ass and two began sucking milk from her massive mommy milkers. It was still impressive to Winnie how quickly a formerly purely male person had become this sultry love-puppy bitch so quickly.
“As you wish~.” Winnie panted and groped her own breasts as she fucked her wife and waifu.
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“So Ein, um can I see-?” Ed muttered with a blush as she stopped short of her full question.
“You are too young by Asari standards, Edward.” Ein robotically answered.
“Huh? Wait, is this that dirty grown-up stuff? I kinda don’t wanna know until later.” Aurora said uneasily, but she was looking at Ein’s lap anyway. “I mean, we’re both over the minimum age of 18, but our bodies are still in their early adolescence.” Aurora had calmed down a bit over the months since having Ed and Ein to vent her youthful energy with had drained her a bit.
“I’ve seen it before.” Ed stated matter of factly. “And I’m not too young! I’m part human!”
“Asari biology doesn’t-.” Ein was interrupted by Faye bursting into the room and grabbing him.
“My auntie senses are tingling! I’ll rescue you, Ein!” Faye ran away with the two teens giving chase. “As a future mama, I will be responsible and prevent you girls from making a mistake!”
“Bring back our corgi boy!” Ed and Aurora, now with stars in their eyes, demanded in unison.
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“Shit!” I yelped as I parried a blow from Brennie in Lightsaber practice. Apparently Winnie was too intense or something, so she diffused and Willow was watching from the sideline along with a dedicated Scinox medic in case we got injured. “I feel like I’m fighting against Darth Vader! Ya move with this unstoppable-seeming heavy grace and it’s like every block or parry will send me flying! Yew’re even doing it one-handed like him!”
“I wouldn’t recommend it. The only reason why is because I have my pistol in my left hand.” Oh yeah, Brennie’s memories show that she prefers it because she doesn’t or rather, didn’t have Force powers before. To be fair, a blaster is still a good supplement even for a Force user, because someone with the Force can be supernaturally accurate with ease. Then again, she uses a gun and those can kill a Force user. Especially since it’s based on native tech that allows them to fire at such velocities that they’re still considered a side-grade to blaster tech.
“Well, my Chakrams are one-handed by default. I can only use one hand in both its circle and half-circle states. I think I’m getting the hang of it, though. Ya haven’t managed to score a hit once despite me being new to this and I can’t tell if that’s just ya going easy on me.” I commented in bemusement as I twirled my Light Chakram in my hand like a fidget spinner.
That...is meditative. Wow. Spinny~. Brennie approached and looked at it too. “That is cool. Was that intentional by design?” I stopped it, turned off the beam and handed it to her for her to examine. “Wait, is this also a vibroblade? You’re using a vibroblade resonance for the plasma particles to...that is genius.”
“I didn’t make them. Well, this version of me didn’t. Eris gave them to me from a long time ahead in a galaxy far, far away. How it hasn’t vanished after she got her time-fuckery powers restricted, I dunno either.” I shrugged while Brennie pulled the connected halves apart, holding them like knuckle-dusters. “Yeh, careful. The hooked part can easily stab into yerself.”
“It turns from a single chakram to paired daggers. This is sick. I want one.” Brennie claimed and sped through some sort of dagger kata I had no clue how to replicate. “So you’ve gotta train up both for a circular single blade and paired hook daggers. You’re a masochist. Hold on. I have the perfect person to call in for you!” Brennie cheered, her tail wagging hard enough to slap her hips as she handed my weapons back to me.
“Oh! Are you calling her?! Really?! She’s so sexy and she’s not our wife! You’re gonna torment us all with her sexiness!” Willow warned her wife, but Brennie reached into her cleavage and retrieved a...golden fist? Yowch! Why’d she throw it at me and hit me in the gut?! Why is it shining now?
“Who are ya calling?” I grunted as I morphed my body to repair being slugged by a flying golden fist in the tummy. Suddenly, an ultra-sexy blood-red reptile woman with long mane-like golden plumage, gilded front-curved backswept horns, gold eyes, lips and nostrils that were adorned with a gold nosering. She wore a simple ancient green tunic and hosiery with bare feet.
She was so damn muscular, it was like looking at a Miss Universe contestant condensed down into a bodacious babe who despite having egg-laying hips and a thicc rock-hard booty to go with her long, thicc red tail, she only had B-cup breasts. She also had bangles on her ankles, wrists and near the midpoint of her tail. “Hello. I’m Meen-Rei. I’m your Displaced assistant today.”
“Have you been getting summoned constantly again?” Brennie asked in concern and the droll expression of the beauty flip-flopped to excitement as she rounded and pounced on Brennie so fast, she left a gust of wind behind her!
“Brennie~! It’s been ages! Mwah! How are things?” The beauty’s chest suddenly surged in size to match those of us here and her long tail wiggled happily back and forth. Her green tunic somehow adjusted to heft her chest basketballs and provided cleavage for the lovely bosom.
“Fucking crazy, more so than usual since we’re on a major upswing from how things were the last time we spoke.” Brennie answered with a fond squeeze of the woman’s hands.
“Just how you like it. *Gasp!* Is that a lightsaber?! Why didn’t you tell us about it before?” Meen-Rei demanded in that cute whiny way that someone with such a raspy voice shouldn’t be able to accomplish, but she did.
“I forgot about it and a good thing, too. It’s not produced by a red kyber crystal, but a Red Lyrium crystal. It would have done more harm than good. Nirn already has its own crazy bullshit going on, no need to throw Dragon Age into the mix.” Brennie claimed and I can’t fault her. Elder Scrolls was packing some seriously crazy bullshit of its own caliber.
“Harumph! You underestimate how long it’s been! We’re space-faring now!” Meen-Rei chuffed proudly before gesturing at me. “So, I’m guessing she’s the student?”
“Yes. Jane, show her your light chakram.” Brennie directed and I held it up.
“Oo~. A chakram. I haven’t encountered that before. I’m sure I’ll master it in a few minutes, though.” Meen-Rei cooed as she approached me eagerly. I could sense that she was genuinely excited, not being all ‘better-than-you’ with that statement. She’s just that good. When she had it in hand, she began moving so fast I could barely see it. If not for the Force, I wouldn’t have.
“I see you never stopped using the Oghma Infinium.” That explains this bullshit.
“Of course I haven’t. I’m afraid I achieved CHIM and I’ve become a ‘lesser’ deity in alliance with Jhunal. I’m Meen-Rei the Educator. I can teach anyone anything even if I’ve never done it before. The only reason I’m not fused with the Oghma Infinium is because it’s still Mora’s. The ancient ink blot still lives even if he’s been absorbed by Jhunal at this point.” Meen-Rei stated before pointing at me. “We’ll begin immediately. I am your Sensei, you are my Gakusei.”
“Uh, okay-hey!” I yelped when she shoved the chakram into my hands and then began positioning my body. It clicked. I followed her movements and then she left me alone to repeat them as I watched her do the same in front of me. I was mesmerized, not just by her beauty, but by the information filling my mind, body and Soul. It was like I was a sponge awaiting the fluid of knowledge and she was the endless font pouring into me.
I lost track of time. We did more kata and then moved on to my paired daggers, starting slow and then ramping up. I was exhausted when she finally put a stop to our session. Not just physically, I could morph to get rid of that. I was also drained emotionally, spiritually and my mana was near empty. “Good. You are now easily an expert. We’ll need a few more sessions to get you to the level of a master, but you did good.”
“Th-thanks. I’m really tired now.” I breathed out and then thankfully was picked up by Winnie’s tail hands. I noticed Winnie taking Meen-Rei’s hands with hope in her eyes, then I nodded off. Whatever was going on between them, that was their business...zzz…

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Ch.83
Ch.83
“So you’re the epic babe my wives and hubbies wax poetic about.” Sabrina commented at breakfast to Meen-Rei, who was wearing one of Brennie’s old rock band shirts and yoga pants. Winnie was practically glued to her side since the dracofox was extra snuggly towards the argonian woman. “I think I remember seeing you at that epic womb party inside Brennie.”
“Yep. I’m the ‘one that got away’. I wouldn’t have if Twi didn’t snag her. Then again, I probably wouldn’t have ended up with Rarity if Brennie didn’t decide against trying to hoard me.” Meen-Rei side-hugged Winnie while bringing a few pork cutlets to her maw and nomming them all at once. She easily had the biggest mouth of everyone on board, discounting Uri for being the size of a mega-moon without her collar turned on. “Still best fuckbuddies, though.”
“It wouldn’t have been right and I still blame Hermais and Eris for messing up whatever chance we could have had together.” Winnie grumbled while still clinging to the gorgeous alien reptile.
“Not my fault!” Hermais remarked from where she was idly eating as she read a book.
“Or Eris’s. Meen-Rei wouldn’t have achieved her OP status if she was clinging to the Marines so much. Trust me, Eris regrets that preventing her from becoming family was necessary, but you’ve gotta admit that she and her wives are too adorable together.” Dongoruas defended her absent sister and then gulped nervously. “I mean, she could annihilate all of us here before we could defend ourselves if she wanted to. We should just be glad she loves you, Winnie.”
“Too bad it hurts, but you’re right.” Winnie retorted with shuddered breath as she clutched at her chest and Meen-Rei rapidly struck several points on her torso with one hand while still eating, which suddenly caused the emotional agony in her chest to release all tension and nearly make her burp from the relief. “Whoa, thanks.” That was so fast she couldn’t react. Wow.
“Where is Eris anyway?” Visilia asked as she slathered toast with butter and jam.
“She’s still recovering, but she refused to stay at Tarkus. She’s in her room.” Jet answered as he set a final round of serving plates on the table. “Alright, same as usual today. However, all slimes; we’re running low on our slime reserves, please donate excess mass. Luster Dawn needs it to produce her swarm. All that biomass has to come from somewhere.”
“Actually, speaking of slimes, where’s Jane?” Spike asked curiously and Winnie looked at Meen-Rei, who shrugged while Luster, Uri and Rivala all looked playfully accusing at her.
“She’s just sleeping off a session of training with me. She’ll be fine. Eventually. Pass the fish.” Meen-Rei requested and once the platter reached her, she tossed a whole fish from the platter up and then caught it in her massive maw before swallowing it whole. “Ah~...what?”
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I woke up, still tired. I’ve never been so tired before. Or, at least, I can’t remember if I have right now. I made sure to morph into pure slime and then resolidified. That helped, but I’m still feeling drained. I struggled to sit up and yawned wide enough to crack my jaw and then smacked my lips as I blinked my eyes at the empty room.
I definitely overslept. Lusty, Riv and Uri wouldn’t have left me in bed unless I was so damn tired I didn’t respond to prodding. I groaned and rolled out of bed, letting myself flop bonelessly to the floor. Maybe I should just be slime right now. I have about as much energy as a snail at the moment. I gooped and then slithered as a blob into the bathroom where I plopped into the tub.
I stretched a tendril up to the recently added sonic shower feature and gurgled happily when the tub and stall as a whole began vibrating, sending wonderful quakes through my slime. I slowly reformed my usual shape from the surface of my goo and moaned in relief after I stretched and was back to full form. I solidified and sighed as the sonic shower vibrated my fur into fluffiness.
After enjoying it for a while, I turned it off and stepped out, admiring my extra-fluffy fur in the mirror, especially my thicc neck and extra-poofy tail. I’m so cuddly right now and cute~. I retrieved some clothes, putting on my ‘pirate queen’ crop top and jean shorts. I’m not training today. Meen-Rei fucking drained me. I’ll train more with her later, just not until we’re headed home. I’ll have the time then.
“Give back Corgi-boy!” I heard Ed yelled as Faye rushed into my room with a giggle, Ein wiggling in her grasp.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I left the bathroom.
“I’m protecting Ein’s virginity along with Ed and Aurora’s innocence. It’s actually quite fun and it’s become something of a game.” Faye admitted quietly as we heard a pair of running steps pass the door into the hall.
“I am the flag.” Ein stated factually with his tiny tail wiggling happily.
“Oh, cute. Keep it up. I’m going to spend today chilling. Meen-Rei really wrung me out.” I told my crew/family member and Faye snorted as she set Ein on his paws.
“Oh, trust us, we understand. She’s doing that to the Argentines right now.” Faye told me and I smiled with schadenfreude.
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“No, no, no! Like this!” Meen-Rei hissed and corrected the posture of one of the Special Force units, who she was training in Vaapad, a canon lightsaber form. Despite the fact that such technology is still out of reach of Meen-Rei’s society, they have magic spells that Conjure incorporeal blades or more recently, Destruction magic that forms a blade of elemental fury in the wielder’s hands. Then again, Hermais ensured Jhunal had all kinds of...alien knowledge.
“My gosh she’s hot.” Visilia hissed quietly to Winnie, who nodded eagerly with her tails wiggling happily at the sight of her turbo-sexy friend working her magic as a strict taskmistress. “If we had her to train our troops, fuck, us so long ago, we’d be in a better place now.” Visi’s comment was mostly due to the fact that, in only a couple of hours, these soldiers were showing competence in their newly-trained kata. Those kinds of results without a Time Chamber?
“Getting cocky, aren’t you?” Winnie frowned and Visi leered at her wife. “How many times have I told you to be careful with what you say? No matter how true it is, the way you go around it dictates the desired outcome.”
“You’re about to be on the couch for a month if you don’t apologize for how you just spoke to me. You cannot tell me that this wonder woman of your’s wouldn’t have made a major difference.” The only response Visi got out of that was her head suddenly falling from her shoulders as her body slumped to the floor with blood gushing from the stump.
“I didn’t say her skills and teaching weren’t good enough, in fact, they are one of the greatest outcomes to have ever happened. However, you seem to have insinuated that all of our past efforts and sacrifices were for naught. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Winnie said coldly as Visi’s head stared up at her in shock that her wife would kill her out of hand as everything faded to black-.
Visi shot up in bed, simulated sweat matting her fur and hair as she panted and ran her hands around her neck. Just a nightmare. The demon alicorn sighed and flopped back into the bed. The conversation she had with Winnie yesterday went much differently than that horrifying dream. Winnie had lamented that they hadn’t met Meen-Rei sooner. So many good people wouldn’t have died if they’d had the training quality Meen-Rei could’ve imparted.
Also, they were perving so hard on the argonian gal they had to slink away for a quickie or risk jumping the woman in the middle of training the special unit. That nightmare was nonsense. Her wife wouldn’t kill her like that, ever. Also, Visi is slime now. Even if she was decapitated while solidified, she could’ve just morphed back into one piece. Still...it struck a chord of paranoia and fear within her, which set off alarms.
What if the enemy’s Psionic influence wasn’t constrained to realspace? She quickly activated her omni and turned on the emergency notification and sent a warning about Psionic Fuckery since they don’t have a code for that yet before she lied still, staring at the ceiling and going over her own thoughts to see what else didn’t line up. Hopefully she caught it before it could subvert more people or she was just delusional from that burger that used an unknown enormous mushroom in place of buns they had at dinner. She hoped not, it was good.
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Okay, this is utter bullshit. What kind of overpowered tech has the UnSC gotten hold of that can afflict people in hyperspace with untrue notions, nightmares and false emotions? I can’t notice because I’m immune like Winnie is, if for different reasons. None of the Twili noticed either. Perhaps being Warp Daemons makes them immune to psionic compulsion since that’s kinda their thing in general.
However, every one of the deities, who weren’t Twili, experienced nightmares of sudden betrayal, rape and death last night. Thankfully Yoda, despite being distrusted by the Argentines, was a Master of Mind Tricks and knew how to provide counsel when afflicted by false visions, either Force induced or otherwise. I was grateful to my Master for this, because I had no clue how to help someone under another’s influence beyond direct intervention.
But every nightmare seemed to have a consistent theme to it: dying by the hands of Bryan/Brennie. Winnie wasn’t always the perpetrator. Sometimes it would be Bryan/Brennie separate from Willow. Even more so whenever they talked, Bryan/Brennie would talk down to them, telling them how they’ve betrayed themselves to pride and arrogance, desecrated their own fallen brother’s and sister’s sacrifice.
Eris in particular was reduced to a sobbing wreck for hours into the day, being one of the few to have had the full gamut of betrayal, rape and then tortured to death at Brennie’s hands. She even shrieked in terror when Winnie entered the room. Eris understood by midday that she’d been mindfucked and felt horrible for falling prey to it more than the rest.
I guess when you’re used to knowing everything ahead of time, being blind to the future becomes a crippling horror. That said, aside from having the vulnerable gods sleeping in the same room as Winnie, which was the problem as the focus of the mindfuck, with her Lantern on to protect them, there wasn’t much to be done but hope that Yoda could convince them to do so.
As for Winnie, well, Brennie separated herself from Willow because she too had a similar nightmare and Brennie, while not having the same dream, still felt the terror her wife was experiencing enough to wake up and bring her out of it. Willow was a weakness psionically because she gave these bastards access to the only other non-Twili immune to the effect.
So, for the foreseeable future or if we all decide to turn into Twili for the psionic immunity, we’ll have to keep all deities in range of Brennie’s lantern. I think I’ll take the Twili option after we have the mirror. Even if I’m naturally immune, I hope I can inspire the remaining local gods to do it too so Brennie doesn’t have to safeguard so many all the time.
All this sudden drama was why all the victims were in the Zen Room on floating platforms, letting Master Yoda quietly guide them through meditation to purify the falsities forced upon them. The trickling of the water fountain and the earthy fresh smells of the bonsai arranged around the room were naturally calming. I wish I could do more than just provide support.
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“You would do that, wouldn’t you?” Bryan opened his eyes and saw Meen-Rei staring down at him sympathetically. “Fake or not, the accounts describing their nightmares sound too authentic.” Meen-Rei said from where she stood on the ceiling. How did she-no, not important. At least they were alone since he set up his Lantern in a room for those who were vulnerable.
“…Ignoring the raping, yes.” Bryan sighed with a shake of his head. “I don’t blame you, you’re not in the wrong. They are allowed to learn new things, but that doesn’t mean they should forget what brought them to this point. What’s the point of reaching the destinations in life, if you don’t learn and experience the journey that leads up to it?” He explained and closed his eyes to await punishment from her. It never came and instead he felt her hug him tightly.
“That was very mature and philosophical of you to say. I’m proud of you for not taking it out on all of them. Also, I managed to track my invader through the dream realm. Don’t you have a Luna for this stuff?” Meen-Rei asked as she held up a grey pony head. “This fucker was behind mine, but I think it was different agents in the same act. They really should not fuck with a daedra with ties to Vaermina. Long story, not getting into that.”
“Yes, but our Luna is home in Devorak and the local Luna is still in the Twilight Realm-.” Bryan was interrupted by a scream that was coming from the ceiling, where Meen-Rei’s shadow was somehow still lingering. The source fell from it onto the bed.
“Ah~! Goodness! Such a disorienting affair!” The black alicorn with a flowing shadow mane panted as she sat up on her knees and took a few calming breaths. “Pardon, I’ve been fleeing from a disturbingly amorous clown named Cegorach. Enticing forbidden knowledge or not, I refuse to go to his Black Library.”
“Another for Hermais to take down?” Meen-Rei asked with amusement.
“No. Bar him from our universes-.”
“Such a harsh punishment~!” Sing-songed a masked harlequin standing in the middle of the room. “Lord Cegorach hasn’t encountered beings from the physical plane in ages~! Not since the Aeldari fucked themselves and were eaten by Slaanesh. Please reconsider. He doesn’t want to harm anyone, he simply wants to share tea and books with someone of intellectual bent.”
“…Alright.” Bryan conceded and the Harlequin in question gave applause.
“Splendid~! Lord Cegorach extends an invitation to Dame Hermais at her leisure. He would love to poke the brain of a Material with such a like-minded view of the multiverse.” Then, the Harlequin was gone, as if it never existed aside from a mysterious folded paper found in Bryan’s hand. It indeed was a written invitation to Hermais from Cegorach.
“Hm, I should be thankful to the Laughing God. Otherwise, I would have ended up being the butt of the joke just then.” Bryan snorted as he counted his luck. Karma almost got him there and he would end up the laughing stock of the millennia.
“As much as I would like to know more, I’m rather exhausted. Can I just lay here, dear?” Luna asked tiredly before looking at Meen-Rei. “...My gosh, when did we marry this beauty?”
“Ah...that’s a bit of a touchy subject for him.” Meen-Rei awkwardly chuckled and the equally busty alicorn tilted her head as her stark white almost glowing eyes turned to him.
“No, dear, we aren’t married. We’re friends-with-benefits.” Bryan clarified with lament in his voice and Luna hummed with a nod. At least it didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t tell if it was him slowly accepting it or if it was from Meen-Rei’s technique earlier before. The ability to remotely decapitate someone through dreams and take the head too? Spooky badass is spooky.
“Yes, we can’t get all of the waifus. I’ll just have to get to know her as a new friend. Now then...” Luna shrugged and then lied down next to Bryan, snuggling against him. The pitch-black mare was like a blot of Dark in reality, seeming to dim Light by her mere presence. However, she was snoring softly within moments, so that could be touched on later.
“I’ll just go back to the Lantern room and get some sleep. I figured since I wasn’t hit last night I’d be okay. I don’t want to have to start a skull collection. Khorne may decide he likes me.” Meen-Rei quietly smooched Bryan’s cheek and then vanished. How many things has she mastered since last he saw her? Bryan put it out of his mind and snuggled his wife to sleep.
One thing is for certain: Meen-Rei is an inspiration for expanding one's horizons.
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“Well now, this is quite the pickle.” Celestia hummed from next to Luna. Celestia was pure, radiant white with black eyes like pits into Dark with billowing rays of Light for her hair. She was a perfect contrast to her twin sister Luna who was like a blot of Dark with Light for eyes. It was like they were a living Yin-Yang. “At least I’m not being harassed by Warp Daemons.”
“Sister, we are Warp Daemons, now.” Luna stated as the two sundress-wearing alicorns ate breakfast in the Bebop’s galley with everyone else. “If we knew where we were going, we could pop out of this ship and go there anytime according to our new Mistress: Midna.” Luna gestured at the Goddess of Twilight and she meekly waved at the ancient goddesses.
Link entered and blinked in confusion at everyone before a rat appeared before her. “Ah, the remnant of Malal. It is good to see our lord continue in another form, even if in servitude.”
“...Don’t care, breakfast.” Link walked around the invading Warp Daemon to sit at the table near Midna, who was rubbing her temple.
“Go, go do something that’s not here. So long as it doesn’t hurt Materials.” Midna groaned at the rat and he ‘skree’d’ with zealous fervor before he simply vanished. “Ugh...I don’t want to deal with this. As soon as this is all over, can I move to your dimension and leave this mess for someone else?”
“Depends.” Bryan spoke as he came up to their table.
“What do you mean by that?” Midna asked before she bit into a sausage and egg sandwich.
“Whether or not you can handle it over on our side. Besides that, do you know someone fit to take over your responsibilities?” Bryan questioned before leaning down and giving his wives a kiss on their cheeks as he passed them on the way to a seat.
“Doesn’t the Divinity Engine take care of that?” Midna queried in confusion.
“Don’t be a lazy twat and never rely on technology or magic, to do everything for you. Form your council, command your generals, choose your champions. Only one from amongst them will be deemed worthy of taking over. Until then, you’re it, so get used to it.” Bryan huffed as he turned to leave. “And you better hurry.”
“To be fair, the DE does take away hosting privileges for godly power. Whatever us local deities take with us when we leave this realm is what’s imprinted on us. We’re literally just using the server, it has all the powers. It’s for the best that it’s in the womb of someone as indifferent as Jovia.” Luster Dawn spoke up and Midna hummed in consideration.
“Then it’d have to be someone I can give my user credentials to. I’ll need to hold interviews then and be ready to hand over login rights before we fuck-off to Devorak to be Free.” Midna stated with another bite of her sammitch.
“Not it.” Link chirped, followed by all the other Twili in the galley.
Celestia turned to where Bryan was last seen, but he left. She looked back at her breakfast and finished the last of it quickly. Once done, she got up and went after her husband. Luna reflected this and left as well, catching up with the others.
“What was that about?” Midna asked Luster in confusion.
“They’re married to Berserker too. They haven’t seen him in a long time, so they definitely want some time with him.” Luster Dawn answered succinctly and Midna nodded.
“Okay. I can get that. I’m not even married to Jimmy and I miss him already from this trip. If I didn’t need to be on the Bebop in case more Twili show up, which they did, I’d be at Tarkus fucking Jimmy’s brains out.” Midna sighed wistfully moments before Faye led the kids in.

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Ch.84
Ch.84
When we jumped into the Hogarth System, Jet flew the Bebop at previously unattainable speeds to Hogarth VI. The ruined world still had its beautiful ice rings ruined by our escape months ago, but it seemed that the planet’s gravity well was pulling the stray items back into orbit. It would likely be years or even centuries before the planet’s rings were back to normal, but that’s if the Argentines don’t decide to recycle the garbage world with Sweepers later.
“Alright Ed! Ping those Planters!” Jet ordered and the asari child genius rapidly typed away at her omni’s glowing keyboard. As we neared the ‘mountain’ range highlighted on the Bebop’s guidance console, they violently snapped free of the sediment that had formed over them and made them seem to be mountains. The green cruisers were incredibly intact considering they’d been slumbering for thousands of years. Testament to Nexus’s design prowess.
A veritable army of Skaven phantoms permeated them and I warily shared a look with Vinnie, assuming my fellow Goddess of Souls could sense what the cloud of ethereal movement was. “Ed? What’re ya getting back from them?” I asked the girl as she kept typing away.
“Death threats, questions, demands for evidence that I’m associated with the Old Gods, et cetera.” Ed shrugged off and even grabbed a soda with her hands and then used her bare feet to type as she lounged back and sipped from the straw sticking out of the can.
“My gosh, so many chose to hide instead of coming with us.” Winnie quietly intoned with pain as she clutched her sternum beneath her breasts. Right, the Skaven were Willow’s most devout. However, I bet Brennie doesn’t share the same feelings. They may share the same body, but not the same opinion.
“So, what next? The whole ‘plan’ hinged on whether or not we got these bruisers. Are we gonna crack the base with one or are we still gonna use Runner as a ramsled while these big girls keep the heat off of us?” I asked as we watched the green space-leviathans shrug off thousands of years of sediment build up while rising into Hogarth VI’s atmosphere.
“The latter, we just have to get them to Hogarth II now.” Jet answered while Ed continued typing away as the four ancient cruisers breached the atmosphere.
“UnSC Sys-Sec is on the move! A shame the local pirates were depleted the last time we were here.” Spike stated from where he was watching the sensors. The mobiles aren’t being deployed yet, which was why we were all on the bridge. “Thankfully they’re focused on our backup.”
“Good. Ed, direct them to Hogarth II. We’re going to remain quiet here in Hogarth VI’s ice rings until they’re in position.” Jet declared and we waited tensely while observing the Planter Cruisers decimate the native defenses on the way to their target. We had no illusions that all of them would survive. Relic ships or not, they were up against a whole system.
One of the four ships suffered catastrophic damage, but they all reached Hogarth II and engaged the planetary defenses. “Alright, that’s as good as we’re gonna get. Let’s get Runner crewed.” Winnie led me in a sprint through the Bebop to the hangar, which thanks to Luster Dawn’s epic spatial magic, was able to hold the Runner comfortably.
“About time! Get in!” The Runner chirped eagerly even while we did so. “Jane is my pilot, sorry Winnie. She’s the crazy one with the Force powers.” The Runner said before we reached the crew/passenger seating and I jumped over the pilot chair of her cockpit. I opened the groin seam of my white bodysuit and moaned when her ‘sync’ rod thrust into my quim.
“Uhn~. Just as lovely as last time, ya sexy Jolteon.” I purred as I took her controls in my hands. “Open the hangar doors, Jet! Remember to have Zaku Warrior ready to deploy with Rivala puppeting it if we need it!” Time to take a rocket ride~!
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“Dear fuck we are marrying this bitch.” Winnie whispered under her breath as she watched Jane pilot the Runner like the pirate madwoman she was. She rocketed out of the Bebop, wove through the ice rings, then shot through the scattered Sys-Sec like a divine bolt from the void directly for their target on Hogarth II.
She keyholed between the Planters, which were busy soaking up the defenses and allowing Jane to blindside them with the dive-bombing ship not giving two fucks about descent control like a divine smite from the heavens. Without slowing down one iota, not even flinching, instead Jane howled excitedly seconds before impact when the Runner slammed through several layers of armored fortification until she came to a stop with the canopy of the cockpit revealing a storeroom.
“Ground floor! Heinous secrets, eldritch artifacts and lethal hazardous waste!” Jane declared before rising from the Runner’s seat with a lurid schlurp and a satisfied sigh. “Fuck yeah. Good job, babe.”
“I hurt all over and for some reason it’s good~...” The Runner mewled while Jane started the process of opening the emergency canopy release for the cockpit, since there was no way they were going to be able to exit the normal ways.
“Congratulations, you’re part masochist.” Winnie snarked, making the others laugh as they climbed out.
“Fuck you!” The Runner retorted as she waited until everyone was out and transformed back into her sexy self. Well, not that her ship form isn’t it’s own form of sexy, but not the point.
“Well, talk about fortune! We got right into the vault with the mirror.” Jane said with her usual charm as they approached the mirror, which was locked behind a big security gate that was clearly just meant to keep people from getting too close to the dangerous object. Jane wasted no time, slipping out of her jumpsuit and morphing through the seams in the gate. She then opened it from the other side with a beaming smile and her tail wagging at lightspeed.
“Good. Before we take it, let’s make sure it isn’t boobytrapped.” Vinnie suggested and the team nodded in agreement.
“Gotcha covered!” Jane chirped and approached it with a discerning eye, before she pulled a blaster from her cleavage and shot two points on the walls around it, then shot the base of the pedestal holding up the mirror. She blew the smoke from the barrel of her weapon and sashayed up to the mirror unharmed. “Come to mama.” The nude slime wolfess expanded her bosom until it enveloped the mirror and she shrunk back down. “We have the loot, let’s scram!”
“I feel like we overcompensated.” One of the squad members chuckled. “It’s one thing to hear about her hyper-competence, it’s another to see it in action.” Good fuck is it. Winnie’s crotch was soaked. Thankfully, her armor kept that contained and actively cleaned the mess.
“Good, because we’ve got company.” Winnie ignited her lightsaber as the large vault they were in opened up. Everyone trained their weapons at the entrance as a lone figure entered, completely shrouded in a dark cloak. “Vinnie, take Jane and get the hell outta here. We didn’t come all this way just to lose the mirror.”
“Wha-hey~! I’m not some damsel-!” Jane protested as Vinnie picked her up in a bridal carry and began fleeing back out of the gaping hole her ship form had created with the squads following as a rear guard. At least someone had the polite notion to grab Jane’s white bodysuit.
“Daring. Like your kind always are.” The shadowy figure ignited a red lightsaber, proving Winnie’s theory that there were indeed already Force practitioners before Jane assumed her mantle. “Take the trinket, we have what we need from it. The real value here is your head.”
“Then we need to get even with you.” Winnie growled as the two closed the distance and locked their lightsabers with each other. Her opponent was the first to break the hold and came swinging in with a flurry of attacks before launching Winnie back with a burst of Force. She didn’t even leave the floor and her tail-hands kept her from moving more than a few feet.
“I’m afraid that’s our line.” Two more shadowed figures appeared and Winnie grinned ferally.
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“What?!” Jet exclaimed after Jane and the others explained the situation to him. They had exfiltrated with little issue, but now after Jane had deposited the Mirror of Twilight in the Bebop’s ‘high security’ vault, Jane was trying to deploy in her Zaku Warrior alongside Duo and his Deathscythe. “Yes, go back and get Winnie out of there-.”
“Don’t you fucking dare come back here! There are more of them! Jump back to friendly space!” Winnie argued over the comms as her battle waged on.
“Don’t you play the fucking hero card! We’re sending an evac team, you are going to get on that mobile suit and get your two-tailed ass back here!” Jet snarled with a growl as the second Planter took on major damage. That one and the first one are now limping towards the escape route and the enemy still had no idea where the Bebop was.
“There are no Heroes or Villains! Just Mortals and Monsters!” Winnie retorted through the noise of buzzing lightsabers and the clashing of plasma blades.
“I don’t fucking care, your waifu is on her way even if I could tell her not to.” Jet rumbled and then hung up with a look over at Marcus. “Your mom is a stubborn bitch.” He hasn’t had to deal with such a gung-ho hothead since his early years in the ISSP.
“Don’t I know it. It’s what makes her so incredible.” Marcus commented fondly.
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“This is so awkward!” Duo complained from his place in the secondary cockpit after we fused our suits together. This orientation was the Zaku Glaive since it converted Deathscythe’s scythe into a glaive that required both arms on the right side to wield if it wasn’t using a hand on the opposite side too. Considering how similar it was to the Zaku Khan, I was surprised it didn’t sandwich us together in the main cockpit.
I think it might be entirely due to how intimate Jimbo and I are. I’ll ask Nexus later, since she’s available for consulting and everything now that she’s free from Paradise. “Suck it up, Duo! Keep the glaive under control!” It was lopsided unlike the Khan, with three arms on the right side devoted to the oversized melee weapon and leaving the left hand with the heat hawk or gun.
I had nominal full control of the suit, but it was up to Duo to handle the full-rotation capable right trio of arms and the giant weapon they were devoted to. How his cockpit conveyed that, I had no clue. Duo was the polearm specialist between us, so he got that job.
I dove down towards Hogarth II with my left arm’s shield forward to protect us from the heat of reentry. Duo’s glaive spun around, masterfully deflecting incoming fire like the glaive was a giant Lightpike. Actually, that’s exactly what it was. With this, we managed to breach the defenses of Hogarth II easily and I dove for the hole in the roof of the site. On the edge, I could see one red blade dancing among three other red blades.
I dove straight for them, exerting Force to deflect the attempts by Winnie’s attackers to throw me off course. I snarled at the headache I was getting, but I swept down, scooping Winnie up in Zaku's left hand as the glaive spun in a sweep that forced the other three to jump or die. I rocketed skyward and opened the cockpit, shoving Winnie in before closing it. “Hey beautiful.”
“Hey.” Winnie huffed as she calmed down from the adrenaline. “They claim to have all that they need from the mirror.”
“Which could mean either they somehow figured out how to turn people into Twili or how to negate Twili trans-dimensional travel. Hopefully it’s the latter. They didn’t have it fer long.” I replied while twisting and juking to dodge weapon fire. We were the last ones out as the Planters began their retreat.
“There was more. They may not have said anything, but there was more to it. Not to mention the UnSC has Force-Adepts on their payroll. Worst yet, I get the feeling they’re gonna do something bold in the near future. I don’t know what, but I know it’ll hit us hard.” Winnie sighed as she leaned back onto me and tried to relax.
“Then I guess it’s time we moved shop. Tarkus isn’t stationary.” I replied calmly, sensing that would throw the UnSC off quite a bit. It was hard enough for them to realize Tarkus was our base of operations, but unlike every other planet, Tarkus was also a ship.
“Hopefully the good professor himself managed to unlock the secrets to that map of his, because we’re gonna need it.” Winnie sighed as she got behind me, allowing more of the view of the outside to be clear.
“Fuck yeh, Treasure Planet. Just thinking about it has got my panties soaked.” I licked my chops after a quick swish of my hips and thrust of the chest moved us out of the firing range and I flew us into the small asteroid field the Bebop was hiding in. “Hey, we’re coming in for a landing.” I called ahead and then squeaked when Winnie pressed into my back. “H-hey~. Hold on, we’re going in for a landing. Wait until we’re docked.” I giggled and pressed my ass back.
“Hm, please hurry. I want to spend some time with you~.” Winnie purred and I moaned as her hands kneaded my lower abs and her tail-hands groped my breasts, the massive hands managing to encompass most of the surface of my basketball boobs. “We can call Marcus and the others over as well~.”
“Safety rules, prepare to be ignored~!” I howled and dove into the hangar, practically cramming the Zaku Glaive into a berth, then jumped out of the cockpit with Winnie close behind while the hangar was still closing.
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“That went incredibly smoothly considering we had to send someone to fetch Winnie from an active battlefield.” Visilia commented with approval once the Bebop was enroute to Tarkus.
“I just wish we didn’t have to stay here with the Lantern.” Penta mewled, the two-tailed fused vixen had so badly wanted to go into the fray, but they hadn’t exactly planned for her to fight and she didn’t even have a mobile suit. Not to mention that she didn’t have any Force powers. Neither Urta or Penny were the type suited to the Force.
“How do you think I feel?” Uri muttered unhappily. It was decided that since she wasn’t a professional soldier, that she not be with the landing party.
“You know, now that I think about it: was Brennie stronger than Urta? I mean, as stupid as it sounds, you have to admit that she doesn’t show everything she has at her disposal.” Penta mused, since half of her was Urta and she always believed Brennie was stronger than her.
“Believe it or not, she barely uses anything unless it is necessary. I always thought Urta was stronger than Brennie, but I guess most of us are proven wrong at this point.” Visi sighed and felt ashamed of herself. She shouldn’t be trying to put her husbands and wives against each other like that.
“Hey, to be absolutely fair, despite all our spats, we’ve never actually gone all-out against each other.” Penta shrugged and everyone nodded. “I mean, unless we put actions to words, we won’t know. However, that’s dangerous and irresponsible. We could save that for when we’re done here, but I figure I’m weaker after the Divinity Engine came about. Outside of this dimension, I’ll be a demigod even if Jimbo gives full user access back to me.”
“And I’m disgusted with myself for thinking Brennie needs to relinquish her godly powers. When in reality none of them can do that.” Visilia sneered unpleasantly.
“Well, if anything similar happens in Devorak, it certainly won’t be compulsory. It’d be nice for people like Hunter who suffer from their Aspects to have the load taken off of them, but give the powers back fully when going abroad.” Marcus stated hopefully before the ship’s comm pinged.
“Hey~! Winnie’s about to pound my pussy~! Who else among my waifus and husbandos wants in~?!” Jane announced over the comms and thankfully Jet’s instincts had kicked in quickly enough to cover Ed’s ears while Spike and Faye did the same for Aurora and Ein. This announcement caused an eager tide of lovers to beeline for Jane’s room.
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“Hm, I see. We may need to speed things up. Anyway, thank you for your services. Though you may not have killed her, your full payment will be at the dead drop. We will call upon you when we need you in the future.” The gray stallion hung up and closed his eyes contemplatively. “It would seem the Psionic Scream isn’t enough to deter the Old Gods anymore.”
“To be fair, it only really worked on the ones ruled entirely by their emotions. Thankfully that’s most of them.” A voice from the dark room commented and the stallion hummed with a look towards the specter of Lady Death who manifested with a vicious grin.
“Yes, yes. Your games are ongoing, Lady Death. No matter how you try to stack the deck, your allies are old and unfit for this universe. Reality itself rejects your kind. It isn’t a matter of if, but when they are expunged once and for all. You may be necessary, but the rest can all perish to join you in your halls.” The stallion casually replied. “How is the Divinity Engine coming?”
Lady Death sneered and then vanished. They weren’t the designers of the Divinity Engine. It was the will of the universe itself that it came about. It was the next stage of the Apotheosis of Mortals. All things must die so that new things can live. Not even he or his colleagues were eternal. They could jump from clone to clone and still lose bits of themselves with each iteration, slowly becoming someone new every time. The soul is the same, but the ego must change.
The gods are aberrations in this matter. Even the entities of Chaos are still the same as they ever were because they keep changing everything around them while at the core staying as stagnant as the gods. It was this Truth the Jedi and Sith temples had revealed to them upon coming to Triangulum ahead of their competitors. What gave them the drive to continue what many in the populace already believed. That the gods needed to fall for things to Change.
“I’m a happy fish, fish, fish~.” The single intact Wiatr fairy they had captured sang again.
“Yes, yes you are dear.” The stallion sighed, silently wishing they didn’t need to use the powers of the gods against them. If he voiced it, the air-headed bimbo would actually try and likely hurt herself. “Where is your mother now?”
“She’s that-a-way~!” The stupid slime slut pointed in a seemingly arbitrary direction downward that the advanced navigation system surrounding her containment bubble calculated to point exactly in the direction of the Tarkus System, which confirmed their beliefs that the pirate den was now a full-fledged rebellion base. “She’s super-happy!”
“Good girl. Send a Buster Call to Tarkus. Destroy the planet and everything in the system.” The stallion ordered and all of the unseen participants signed off.
“I want happy time~!” The slime fox fairy sing-songed and he sighed.
“She’s done her job, take her to her handler.” If only he could kill the little bitch.
“Yay~!” The brainless bimbo cheered as a droid took her from the dark chamber.
The stallion closed his eyes and allowed the Dark Side to flow through him once more.

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Ch.85
Ch.85
Thank fuck for contraceptive magic. I’ve been in a near-constant orgy for the past several days in hyperspace. If not for that, my breed-hungry body would’ve gotten me hyper-preggers again. Winnie never left me alone, always fucking me or getting fucked by me even as others fucked us too. At least all of us slimes avoided fusing together into a one super-slime gestalt and becoming some super-goddess or something. That would’ve been dangerous.
Also, Jovia is getting huge. She says she is already half the size of the Bebop. At least she’s got enough brains to downsize after she was too big to entertain the Raskvel by letting them roll her around. That’s with her already hiding most of the mass contained within her cosmic womb. I’m sure she can be a moon or even a small planet now.
Either way, the moment we arrived, I had the powerful notion Tarkus needed to be moved now. “So, you’re absolutely certain the Element Zero core of the planet will keep Tarkus intact through hyperspace?” Jet demanded from Feabsolkea, the nominal leader of Tarkus’s so-called government and also the designer of Tarkus’s Stellar Tether and the associated ship systems.
“Believe it or not, Tarkus has already moved shop once. The original star underwent a collapse from a cosmic Warp within it and we had to evacuate to the nearest uninhabited system. This is the ‘new’ Tarkus System. We can only do short jumps, but yes. We can move Tarkus safely across the galaxy system by system using its own hyperdrive, but much further using Relays.” Feabsolkea answered confidently.
“Well, it goes unsaid that we can’t use Relays. Get us out of here to the nearest safe system ASAP. Jane’s got the willies and as the Goddess of the Force, I think her premonitions are enough to get our asses moving.” Jet replied and Feabsolkea nodded before signing off. “Alright, we’re going to get started on moving shop. Thanks for the warning, Jane.”
“Hey, we’re all in this together and I’m kinda the one at fault for everything. I’m the figurehead of this rebellion, so I might as well pull some weight that isn’t just getting fucked by the hottest people in the universe. Speaking of which, I need some time away from all that. I’ll be in the Zen Room with Master Yoda. I’ve gotta get myself calmed down after a week of being everyone’s favorite slime-slut.” I patted Jet on the shoulder and staggered out of the bridge.
I may not be physically or mentally tired, but spiritually? Yeah, I need some ‘me’ time meditating after the constant orgies Winnie put me through. Stupid sexy draco foxhound.
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“Hm, naughty noodles~.” Winnie cooed when the Chaos Trinity magically whisked her away into their room and barred everyone else out. From there, they stripped her naked and laid her out on the bed. “Doing this to your mother~.” Winnie purred with a hungry leer as her tail hands ran down her body with her regular hands pressing on the sides of her heaving hooters.
“Can’t we spend time with our mom?” They tittered in unison before they produced makeup and manicure tools from their cleavages. “So, how is mama doing?”
“Good~.” Winnie crooned as she relaxed and let her children pretty her up once it became obvious that incest wasn’t their intention. “Mama missed you insatiable, reality-bending breeders.” She teased while they worked on her claws.
“We meant how are you, emotionally? Do you feel like you could be more stable by yourself? Or do you still need dad?” Eris asked as Winnie’s claws were trimmed and worked. As a slime, she may not need manicures or pedicures, but it was something Willow had indulged in enough that it was a relaxing pastime.
“I still need Brennie. I’m getting there, but I still have separation anxiety.” Winnie mewled sadly with her massive fennec ears wilting. “Brennie and I are so much closer now. If not for Jane and Vinnie, I might’ve fused permanently with her to fill the void being split from Daring, Svartr and Cynder has caused in me.”
“It's okay, you’ll get there mama.” They cooed to Winnie and tickled her paws, making her laugh.
“I hope so~. While I appreciate Brennie being here for me, I think she still prefers to be alone. It’s like she said: she’s not a crutch.” Winnie sighed sadly even as Brennie’s essence ‘hugged’ Willow’s protectively. “Rather, she’s a shield.” Winnie smiled serenely.
“We know you’ll get there mama.” Hermais assured her mother as she massaged Winnie’s face.
“Hm, thank you.” Winnie hummed as the Trinity got back to prettying her up, applying the rest of the mild makeup. Winnie was the dead-sexiest dracofox in the universe, at best just a light lipstick and some sultry eyeshadow was all she needed to become the pinnacle of beauty.
“So, how is Brennie?” Dongo asked as she brushed Winnie’s red leg fur.
“She’s doing fine, besides wanting to destroy her enemies and the odd occasional thoughts that pop up from her mind. Otherwise she’s basking in our melded thoughts and feelings.” Winnie answered before closing her eyes for Eris to do her eyelashes. “One of her prevailing concerns is reclaiming Earth. Not sure which one, either because she isn’t sure herself or that’s too complicated to get across without focusing more on it.”
“Yeah, that is a loaded concept.” Hermais commented before blowing gently at her mother’s closed eyes. “Okay, take a look.”
“Oh, sweeties. I appreciate this, but what’s the occasion? You know neither Willow or Brennie get dolled-up unless it’s something special.” Winnie asked her daughters curiously while admiring the sexy beast in the hand mirror. If she waltzed through a portal to Meen-Rei’s realm, would she instantly replace Dibella as the Goddess of Beauty?
“Did you forget it’s Willow’s birthday?” Eris mewled unhappily and Winnie winced.
“Y-you remember?” Winnie asked in surprise before she smiled and her eyes moistened. “Even I’ve forgotten. Willow was part of Wiatr for so long that...thank you, sweetie. However, as old as I am, I thought we were past birthdays?”
“Mom. You’re technically only 22. You were 21 when you fused with the others.” Eris countered and Winnie blinked in bafflement before guffawing and cackling in mirth.
“So I’m practically an infant compared to the rest of my wives and husbands?! Oh, the others will get a kick out of this! Okay, fine, it’s my birthday.” Winnie rolled her eyes while inwardly, Willow was fighting a panic attack at being the center of attention for something involving her besides Sex and Brennie was wrapped tightly around her, ‘whispering’ sweet nothings.
“Good, because there’s already a party. Cynder is hosting. While all the big-brains get Tarkus ready to move out of this empty system, we’re gonna celebrate!” Donga cheered and while Winnie smiled, inwardly, Willow screamed in abject horror with Brennie squeezing her.
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Luster Dawn looked at the hippogriff zerg she’d made with a hum and a hand on her chin. “No, no. Faye is an amazing person, but hippogriffs don’t have the speed of pegasi or the strength of griffins.” Luster sighed and with a flick of her horn, the mindless zerg was rapidly consumed by the Creep on the floor while she ‘paced’ in the air. “I think I’d be better off using a dragon.”
“Hm?” An ancient voice groaned before something walked out of her. An indistinct woman who appeared to be no specific species and more of a silhouette of the standard anthropomorphic shape making a dark blot on reality shook herself. “This is interesting. I am aware?”
“Hello, who are you?” Luster asked curiously, because more Twili were always appearing.
“Oh, the aspect of Life? Of course I would walk from you. I am what you would call Gaia, Equss or any planet of life. I’m the uncaring mother.” The being before said with a sadistic smile.
“Oh, Evolution. I see. Well, nice to meet you, but I’m very busy. Please feel free to go wherever so long as you don’t endanger-oh! The time! Willow’s birthday party is in a bit!” Luster Dawn squeaked after checking her omni-tool.
“I’ll just look over your work, dear. I’m sure I can improve it.” Evo said with a look at the assorted zerg.
“Just realize they fill a role. Please only use one example from each group. I’ll get a sample from Spike so I can work on my other aerial unit later.” Luster Dawn hovered out of her hatchery and put on some casual shorts and a shirt after she was out of the room.
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Willow was frozen in her chair with a strained smile and her eyes flicking everywhere as if looking for a way to escape. She inwardly cursed Brennie for being right and convincing her that she needed to face the universe without sharing a face with someone. That it was her ‘technical’ 22nd birthday party being hosted by Pinkie Pie, who appeared from the Warp at the very mention of throwing one of her friends a Party, was all the more stressful.
“Heya, Birthday girl!” Pinkie gushed eagerly with her hands on the vixen’s shoulders. Pinkie Pie was as big, buff and busty as ever. The 10 foot tall were-pony still had her shaggy fur and sharp teeth from the Beast Blood, but her namesake colors were now replaced with a barely pink white. At least her eyes were glowing pink to help distinguish her further.
Also the lewd strappy top that barely covered her nips and ‘party’ shorts that were pretty much complicated panties that she was known for. You don’t become the sexy party animal renowned across two galaxies without some sort of signature look. “Hey Pinkie. Thanks for doing this for me.” Willow said earnestly, because while she was scared, she still appreciated the sentiment.
“Aw, what are friends for? I mean, thanks to someone mentioning a friend of mine needed a Party, I found myself here and not in that dark frowny-face place with all those mean fake clowns who Laugh at you and not with you. At least Ceggy is nicer about it.” Pinkie huffed and Willow sighed in relief when she scratched behind her huge fennec ears.
“I’m just glad you’re okay. We’ve been mentioning the others as often as we can, but it seems just calling out to a Twili isn’t enough to get them to come.” Willow said with a smile as her old friend continued to exercise skinship for her comfort. Willow always did take relief from physical contact. That was one constant about her that never changed.
“Twi and Keri are being all big-brain in the Warp and the others are all doing their own things too. Something about making a new kingdom for our savior: Midna.” Pinkie thumbed over to where the Queen of the Twili was chatting with that scrumptious demigod Jimmy and Visilia.
“I just wish Midir wasn’t so obsessed with this new Dark that Luna’s Dark Soul has spawned inside the Warp in response to her change in species.” Cynder huffed when she approached. “Are you doing okay, Willow? Do you think you can handle it alone a bit longer?” Cynder asked her other fourth and Willow gulped with a nod.
“Yeah. Yeah I’ll be fine. After we sang Happy Birthday version 2794, the extended edition, everyone thankfully decided to go about their own business and mingle.” There were no gifts with the party being so sudden, but for the fact that would’ve made her the center of attention longer, Willow was happy not to get anything besides well-wishes and some hugs ‘n kisses.
Also some lewd gestures, she loved lewd gestures. “Alright, just remember I, the others and more are available to bail you out if you start having a panic attack.” Cynder smooched her and Willow mewled when she left it chaste and didn’t do anything lewd before leaving her be.
“I have a gift!” The lewd lizard Meen-Rei who was beyond sexy and made Willow want to fuck her from just hearing her voice presented a sword to Willow. “From one ancient Hero to another.” Meen-Rei declared chipperly and Willow felt woozy. Not from the sword or the attention. Meen-Rei just had this odd...pull for Willow. She wished the argonian was a slime so she could fuse with her and understand why she wanted to do that so badly.
“Hello!” The sword shouted and Willow grabbed it before shoving it into her cleavage to avoid the shenanigans talking swords were guaranteed to cause.
“Hey, wanna bang?” Willow offered because her usual method of understanding things was to first see what fucking it results in, if it could be fucked and this utter babe was beyond fuckable. Meen-Rei looked surprised, but then beamed brightly and picked the birthday girl up, making her squeak at the sudden act before they sped out of the Bebop’s galley.
“And there they go.” Brennie snorted in amusement, although she wondered if it was because of the sudden mood-swing of getting freaky with one another. Or that. Technically speaking, they used to be one and the same, Soul-wise, at least. Or at least literal soul-sisters. Brennie wasn’t sure, just that Willow was spiritually the same person as Meen-Rei.
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I left the party after the girl of the hour left for some nookie with Meen-Rei. That alien can fuck like no other. Despite the fact she is in competition with literal gods and is only ‘considered’ a goddess back home, Meen-Rei was such a wonderful person that I was hard-pressed not to waifu her. She turned down Brennie, how could I compete in that case?
Anyway, I was going down to the hatchery to see how Luster’s work was going and had stripped naked because of the clothes-eating Creep. There I found a female-shaped anthro ink blot on reality ‘petting’ her hands on a drastically altered Zask. “Uh, hey. I sense yew’re not malicious, so who’re ya?” I asked as I approached and knelt down to look at the orange zerg raskvel.
It looked like any of the other cute rabbit-reptiles, but the bone spurs were gone and instead it had bioluminescent orange light in the place of the spurs that matched its glowing eyes. The massive floppy ears were half their original size, only going down to its waist instead of its thighs. Then there was the penis. The massive cock was easily the length of the shorty’s arm! I don’t get why a Zask needs reproductive organs, but damn was it a tasty sight.
“I’m Evo according to Luster Dawn. She let me play with some of her toys. Why she didn’t make them capable of reproduction, I have no idea. That prevents Evolution.” Evo said while petting the plumage of her ‘toy’. “I rather liked the ears being bigger, but I needed the mass for the phallus from somewhere. Besides, they may be excellent sensory organs, but it was too much.”
“I dunno. I like my rasks with all the ear they can give.” I joked before I stood up and went over to the Zork she’d also given male organs to. Gosh, it’s as thick as my calf. “Ya seem reasonably obsessed with a certain type of anatomy.” I commented playfully and Evo snorted.
“The binary reproductive system has succeeded so well for a reason. While I admire these Zerg for their asexual spawning, it isn’t the same as reproduction.” Evo said as I approached the Zaven and admired its new genitals. I may prefer females, but damn these are well-crafted.
“Any other reason?” I asked curiously as I rounded the Zarv. Zoophilia is right-out for me. Sentient or not, Harvesters aren’t far enough along evolutionarily for me to be comfortable.
“Oh, yes, mutations due to environmental hardships, extinctions, predation-.” She listed off forms of death while I looked at the Zachni, which was unusual. I don’t know how invertebrate peckers would normally look since Changelings are too closely related to ponies to equate. It looked both interesting and painful, mostly being a smooth rounded spike of chitin. “Hm, what could I do with you?” Evo said from behind me and she grabbed my hips.
“I dunno. I mean, I’m a Cybertronian Slime. I can be nearly anything.” I replied curiously, because what could be better? I can survive anywhere, in any environment, breed with any species, blend into any ecosystem. The only limitation I can consider is being on a world with no moisture-I then felt as if my body just went through billions of years of death and disaster.
“There.” Evo said with a lusty pant and I quivered, only my membrane was so solid it was like skin with an underlayer of flexible exoskeleton. “Now those pesky moisture problems aren’t a problem even in your base form. You’re welcome.”
“Did ya just get off on that?” I asked as she collapsed onto the Creep floor.
“Yes. You were already so advanced. Now, in your own way, you are an ultimate life form.” Evo then vanished and I scratched my head before I decided to leave. I’m going back to meditation.
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Shekka and Hildra were among the ‘elite’ teams of natives dispatched to the Stellar Tether. Due to their affiliation, the Lucatiel piloted by Anno was part of their team doing checks over the core to make sure the planetary spaceship would be stable for hyperspace. The short answer was no. The long answer was hell no. How did Tarkus not self-destruct?!
“Thank fuck Lusty made us mathematical savants or we’d be fucked.” Hildra huffed as she corrected the tensioning of a cable. Thankfully Tarkus would be up for moving herself within a couple of days at the rate the Raskvel sped up the work by directing each other and their assisting crews. The Gabs really are full of themselves, believing the system was up for it.
“Don’t I know it?” Shekka sighed as she ran a red hand through her pink plumage. She was the foreman for this team, so she didn’t have the luxury of getting her hands dirty. She had to keep her eyes and ears open. Still, watching all the math slowly line up in a stable way was its own sort of satisfaction. “Maybe Lusty can fix their egotism.”
“Careful, Shekka. That’s a slippery slope you’re treading on.” Hildra replied as she stood up and cracked her back with help from her cybernetic tail. “Selfish bitches the lot of them may be, but the Gabs are our neighbors and we evolved together. Just because we had our mental issues fixed doesn’t mean they should mess with their brains too. Besides, without all that pride and ambition, what would set the Gabs apart?”
“True. No point in trying to get them off their high-chairs.” Shekka sighed and looked over at where the Lucatiel was reinforcing a worn-down tether anchoring the planet together near the Eezo Core. Watching the math rapidly come together over there was making Shekka-.
“Fuck, I’m horny from all this math.” A nearby male huffed as he approached. “I’m glad our libidos have been toned down, but damn does it still rear its lusty head.”
“Ah, good timing. It’s break time. C’mere, I need relief and so do you.” Shekka grabbed the purple man by the collar and started pulling him along. “C’mon Hildra, you’ve still got those condoms Vinnie gave you? I left the box of mine back on the Bebop.
“Fair warning, I normally overpower most condoms because some pirate ladies decided to see how much cum production they could get out of a single rask without immobilizing me from the mods.” The male chuckled and Shekka shared a coo with Hildra.
“Good luck with these ones. They’re from Vinnie, the Argentine who helped set the grounds for lewd megacorps like Tamani Corp and Xenogen. Pump us up big.” Hildra purred as they neared the designated breakroom which already had the tables cleared out and some other rasks were already chatting or casually fucking. They may not be slaves to their libidos anymore, but they’re still a horny society.
“Oh~, breed me~!” One rask gal squealed in orgasm and this made everyone moan.
“She’s having fun. C’mon, let’s get you out of-wow~.” Shekka gawked eagerly down at the trio of basketballs dangling from under the throbbing tumescence above it. “They even made them external~? Hildra, we’ve got a keeper here. Sit down, bud. We’re gonna get ours and you are definitely getting yours~.” Shekka hungrily growled as she peeled her bodysuit off.

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Ch.86
Ch.86
Jovia snorted awake from being rolled around and she smacked her lips as she blinked her eyes clear of sleepiness before her giant tits squished into the floor, spraying her cosmic ‘milk’ all over the place. “Hm?” Jovia wondered why her Argentine aunts, uncles and cousins were gathered around her with tons of those demonesses that are always covered head to toe.
“Hey, Jovia. How are you feeling?” Rex asked as he approached her head, having to step around the puddles of cosmic creation juice her tiddies produced whenever she was pregnant. It wasn’t dangerous, but she knows it’s got all the elements needed to make nearly any planet and some people didn’t trust Chaos juices.
“I’m wonderful, Rexie. I’ve got this big, hard, thinky-thing inside of me and it’s still growing. It’s been a bit tiring, though.” Jovia admitted with a yawn. “All the cute little guys and gals have been keeping me company, but when they all had to leave for something important, I guess I fell asleep without anyone to talk to.” Jovia realized something. “My brain, it feels...smarter?”
“Hm? Smarter?” Marcus asked while the demonesses began moving around her body.
“Yeah, like I’ve been in a cloud this whole time and now I can see better.” Jovia hummed, wondering what was different. The obvious answer was the giant thing in her uterus that hosts godly powers. Maybe it was hosting her’s and somehow that makes it easier to think?
“More like you’ve been in an ECM field and now you can suddenly get a signal through.” Uncle Kevin said as he hovered up to her face and Jovia hummed when he began massaging her head. “It seems your Aspect of Creation has been a drain on your brain. You don’t need much thought to wildly Create things in random places.”
“Yeah. Go somewhere, find a hot guy, get fucked, pop out some planets or moons in empty systems and move on. That’s been my life for however long I’ve been alive.” Jovia mewled and suddenly felt empty. Metaphorically. Her life has just been her being a brainless bimbo popping out planets. Now that her head isn’t stuffed with fluff, she felt her life was lacking substance.
“You want to do more than that.” Marcus stated with some pride in her sudden growth.
“I need somebody to love.” Jovia sighed sadly before her family all perked. “Oh! Can I please kick off a Heartsong?! Pretty please?! It’s too perfect!” Jovia squealed before she shrunk down to her normal size and was actually dressed for once in a black Hawaiian shirt and jeans as her raskvel boys suddenly carried in musical instruments.
The Argentines sighed but none of them tried to stop her. “Go ahead, sweetie.” Kevin approved.
“Can (https://youtu.be/kijpcUv-b8M)~?” Jovia lilted beautifully.
“Anybody~?!” Her rask boys chorused as everyone else settled in to enjoy the show.
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I was feeling antsy. I knew danger was coming. Although our fleets were ready to jump or defend at the drop of a hat and Tarkus was preparing to move, I still felt the oppressive sensation of impending violence. It wasn’t that we couldn’t take them, but the less we risk our home field advantage, the better. Never fight on the enemy’s terms.
Besides, this system has been cleaned out and we may have Char’s resources already, but while we process that and prepare to turn that into actionable equipment, we shouldn’t leave the material-gathering Sweepers to rust. “Have the fleet get into defensive formation over quadrant IX-15C.” Admiral Thaddeus ordered after consulting with me on the most likely direction the incoming enemy would be approaching from. “Anywhere else?”
“Hm...maybe a reaction group over here. I don’t feel violence from that way, but I sense something coming from there. Otherwise, this system is in nobody’s interests.” I answered in full certainty. The Force, Freedom and Soul were all in agreement on my assumptions. That’s three for three, I can’t get more sure than that. “Well, nobody that’s dangerous. There’s still drifters.”
“Have a reaction group placed at sector IV-17A. Can you describe that something or is it elusive?” Thaddeus questioned and I tried to answer him as best as I could.
“It’s...not malicious, but its intent is intrusive. Fer all I know, it could be a space leviathan that decides to be the fleet pet.” I shrugged, causing my unbound boobs to bounce in my skull and crossbones decorated red shirt. I had decided to go for my ‘pirate queen’ outfit today on a whim. I also added a tricorn hat and morphed my hair into braids. The addition to my hair made Luster Dawn grunt and boot me out of our bedroom before she could ‘keelhaul my booty’.
“Okay, not sure how to respond to that.” Thaddeus blinked and I rolled my eyes at him.
“That’s fer yer response group to decide when it happens. All I know is it’s not violent, just intrusive.” I asserted and then looked towards a member of the bridge who’s been side-eyeing me. “Take a picture.” I winked with a lewd pose and he quickly turned back fully to his console. “Anyway, I don’t sense other impending threats, anything else, Admiral?”
“Yeah, hold onto something.” Thaddeus said as he braced a hand on the console.
“No need, I sensed that too.” I leaned back against the nearest console, resting my ass on it moments before the Vengeful Retributor shook and I buffed my right hand claws on my boobs. “So, what have ya brought in? I knew something was gonna make a shake, but not what.”
“A Space Leviathan carrying some sort of derelict frigate.” The response team that had barely moved into position reported. The giant tentacle-laden space whale quickly went over to one of the captured Corpus cruisers and released the derelict to latch onto the droid-driven ship instead. It must be an energy leech instead of a gas eater. “Sending salvage crews.”
“Told ya, intrusive, not violent.” At least I know the violence isn’t going to arrive soon, I just hope we move before it will. “We’ve got time, hopefully we won’t need those defenses.”
“Everything’s ready. Signaling non-combatants to leave, now.” The Comms Officer informed us and the Admiral nodded his head to have the Sweepers head to the rendezvous system first along with the liveships and manufactory ships. “Tarkus is confirmed to be ready. All citizens on the surface are sheltering in place. Tarkus will be translating in 3, 2, 1.”
It was one thing to hear the claims, it was another to see a whole planet jump into hyperspace. Now this empty system was just a lone star with barely even space dust orbiting within its primary influence. “That is astounding. Not even we have something that ridiculous.” Admiral Thaddeus commented with a smirk. “Send the all-clear, we’re leaving now.”
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“Oh~! Now you want to get frisky with me~?” Brennie cooed as the Trinity went about worshiping her body in the lewdest ways. “At least you held back for Willow’s sake.”
“It’s hard not to get frisky with you, our Broodmother Goddess~.” Eris purred as she leaned in and passionately kissed the cyberslime dracowolfess.
“You’re right about earlier what with having mama fused with you. She doesn’t like being frisky with us.” Dongo pointed out with a huff while kissing at Brennie’s womb tattoo.
“Which is weird, considering she had sex with Marcus while fused with Brennie and he’s their son.” Hermais reminded them and Brennie blushed at the memory.
“Dirty, dirty Broodmother Goddess! Lusting for your son and egging mama on.” Eris playfully chastised as she kneaded the warrior’s thighs.
“Not to mention she’s gonna marry him~.” Dongo sang cheekily and Brennie squirmed in embarrassment.
“At least none of us are genetically related thanks to genetic neutrality. If they want to upgrade Marcus from son to husbando, that’s their right.” Eris said as she nuzzled their noses together.
“Though, mama said she was not comfy with incest even if we were not genetically related.” Hermais said with a lewd grin. “Maybe her mind has changed after so much time. Or it’s just us mama has issues with. Remember what we were compelled to do when we were born.” Hermais reminded her siblings and their ears all wilted.
Brennie felt sad for them and gathered the Trinity into a hug. “That wasn’t entirely your fault. It’s like you said: you were compelled to do it. There wasn’t a choice in the matter, it just happened.” Brennie sighed and understood why this would deeply root a trauma in Willow. She had retroactively experienced that through her memories. It was fucking hot, but it was non-con on all parties involved. “Oh!” Brennie gasped in surprise when Dongo and Hermais latched onto her nipples. “Naughty noodles~.”
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It took us at least over a week in real time until we reached our new home system. A remote region of space that was nearly unexplored, but there was no heavy presence of any megacorp or government. Tarkus had situated itself within the goldilocks zone after jumping here and the fleet began preparations of exploration to gather resources and materials.
The Sweepers were already cleaning up the stray space debris fields. There were a lot of derelict ships and scattered asteroid fields. As for my end of things, I can sense something lurks here. They’re staying hidden and have no violent intentions. Force Sensitives, possibly Jedi. If the Sith have returned, it reasons their counterparts would too.
However, if they want to...there. The second planet, besides Tarkus in the Goldilocks Zone. “Tell everyone to avoid that planet. We have neighbors, let’s be polite and leave most of the system’s resources intact. They won’t appreciate us strip-mining the system clean.” I informed Thaddeus.
“Understood.” He nodded and sent out the new orders. “Is that planet supposed to be Tython?”
“I dunno, I’m not a cartographer. Delbert has the map.” The only reason we could even get here was a combination of our advanced hyperdrive technology along with EDI’s impeccable navigation skills and Delbert’s uncannily accurate galaxy map. “Anyway, good work as usual, I’m gonna fuck off and get outta yer way.”
“Considering you keep distracting half of the bridge crew, that is much appreciated.” Thaddeus snorted and I left with a wiggle of my booty and tail at the room, enjoying the notions of causing people to get bothered. Fuck being male ever again. I may have been male for 400ish years, but I’ve never had so much fun on the regular. Also, endorphins. Such a fucking great drug.
It especially helps that the Cybertronian equivalent is so much more potent. I greeted the crew as I passed them in the halls, even the droids. The B1s deployed to compensate for the loss of crew to spreading across the fleet have already developed rudimentary personalities in the weeks since the assault on Char. They may not have souls yet, but I sense the budding lights within them as their egos develop. It would be rude to ignore them.
“Hey, Jane!” I heard Vinnie call to me as she approached with a spring in her step.
“Hey~.” I fluttered my eyes at my waifu and she fluttered her eyes back. “Something fun?” I asked with my hands on my hips, which I cocked to the left while pushing my chest forward. I was in my Pirate Queen outfit again, but this time with my right limbs in their exo-armor. I know, I know. I’m a cybertronian and external armor was superfluous, but Lusty made me these.
“Maybe~?” She teased while coming to my side and whispered. “Or we could take this somewhere more private, unless you want to give a good show~.” I shivered.
“You know I love making a spectacle. What’d ya have in mind?” I asked with a bite of my lip.
“We could pole dance and strip as a duo, for instance.” Vinnie winked as she led me towards…a club?! When did the Vengeful Retributor have a nightclub?! No, better! It’s a stripclub!
“When was this here?! Why did nobody tell me?!” I asked in excitement, my tail slapping my ass as Vinnie pulled me by the elbow through the establishment towards the stage. “I’m wearing my thong and tiny bikini under my clothes! This is perfect!” I panted, feeling my loins moisten and my nipples leaked some milk too as they stiffened.
“I’m glad. As for when this place was installed? No clue, but who cares?! Let’s give these ladies and gents a show they’ll remember~!” Vinnie declared before having a giggle fit. “If I have to guess: the Crusaders probably did it recently, in secret until opening.” So it’s new? Perfect!
“I’ve danced on poles before, especially when I did a stint as an indentured servant to a horny bitch who liked to watch my slime spin on the pole. I look forward to trying now that I’m both more ‘flexible’ yet have such big fun things in the way.” I tittered and stepped up on stage with Vinnie, both of us shaking our asses at the crowd. Vinnie was in a similar outfit to mine, so maybe we could even synchronize.
I went up to the pole and stuck out my tongue playfully before the music began.
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“Dammit!” The gray stallion cursed in anger as he slammed his fist on his desk. The reports coming in from the fleet sent to the Tarkus System showed that there was nothing there anymore. Not even the broken planet itself! “We missed them. Where does the little slut say her mother is now?” The stallion snarled as he rubbed the base of his horn.
“In the Dark Zone. Considering they have Relic tech on hand to guide them through the various Warp Storms, wormholes, black holes, et cetera, it isn’t surprising they could manage to move to such a defensible location.” The voice over holo-call replied and the stallion felt a headache coming on that had little to do with psionic stress.
“Tell the Buster Call to reroute to Dahl. They’re close enough to be a worthwhile expenditure to secure the system from the Corpus since the Folly and her associated merchant fleet fled after losing too much capital.” He knew the Folly and her captain were allied with the Rebels, but they were still upholding contracts and performing their ends of agreements, so their retreat from Dahl wasn’t punishable. They did take several Corpus ships out before being forced to flee.
“Yes sir. Should I place the little slut back in stasis?” The respondent questioned hopefully.
“As much as I would prefer it, no. Keep using her to grant wishes. Lewd they may have to be in some capacity, but having a wish-granting resource isn’t something to scoff at.” The stallion sighed while focusing on sowing discord in the Dahl System now to soften it for his forces.
“Very well. Do get some rest, sir.” The call ended and the Sith closed his eyes so the Dark could soothe his aches. Ruled by emotion he may be, but he would be rational about it. Meditation wasn’t just for Jedi and Je’daii. He would simmer in his disgust, his mild despair, so that his anger and hate would be less distracting.
They were so close. He couldn’t let thousands of years of effort go to waste at the finish line.
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The crowd cheered when Vinnie and Jane finished dancing, now completely nude with their soaked groins pressed against their poles and they were bent over at the hips to kiss. After they finished tongue-wrestling, they stood back up and bowed to their audience before sauntering backstage as the little rask boy tasked with gathering the clothes hurried after them. “Thanks little guy.” Jane winked at the cutie and he blushed with a smile as he gave them their clothes.
“So, considering how wet you got the pole, you had as much fun as I did?” Vinnie asked her lover and absolute all-the-yes future wife as they pulled their shorts back on.
“Fuck, maybe more. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist after all the shit I’ve been through. I’m sexy and I know it.” Jane said seconds before a modern-ish rendition of that song started playing. “I’m glad we had a more tasteful song playing when we were up.”
“Bah! Why couldn’t it play something a little bit closer to home? No offense, but that’s been overplayed.” Brennie huffed in annoyance when she came up to them in the backstage. “Sorry I missed your performance, I only caught the ass-end of it.”
“You mean when our asses were grinding our pussies on the poles?” Vinnie asked with her usual winning grin. “You got to see the best part at least.” Vinnie chuckled and pulled on her shirt while Jane did the same. Still horny and unashamed of their bodies they may be, but it would be rude to just go walking nude everywhere.
“Damn straight. I’m surprised this place was built at all, not that I’m complaining. It stands out, in a good way.” Brennie complimented with a smile as Vinnie and Jane admired Brennie’s tribal ‘Krystal Fox’ garb. “Is it just me or does it feel like we’re all…hm, what’s the word I’m looking for?” The red dracowolf pondered as she tried to describe the feeling of the moment.
“A trio of horny, sexy bitches casually shooting the breeze instead of fucking on the spot?” Jane asked playfully as they went through the backstage exit into the halls of the Vengeful Retributor. “I feel oddly stable. I think it’s because the Light Side of the Force here is helping us keep our heads clear. I like it. It isn’t compulsive like the Dark Side, it’s just there, a stabilizing presence.”
“Yeah, it is.” Vinnie nodded her head in agreement before bumping her hip against Brennie’s. “So, ‘closer to home’? Like Savage and all that.”
“Hey, we grew up with that music, alongside everything else from around the world.” Brennie argued back playfully as the two reminisced about their old lives back on Earth. Jane smiled as she listened to them relive their moments of youthful ignorance and troublemaking. As they talked, Vinnie could feel her soul brighten up, but Brennie’s soul was brighter. From what she could tell: it was the Pride of being Human.
No matter how much change she has undergone throughout the millennia, Brennie still clung to her Humanity. It didn’t weigh her down, it evolved alongside her. It was very admirable and inspirational. Vinnie was sure Jane could see it too, even if she might not understand. Her fellow Goddess of Souls was perceptive like that. “So~...are we going to be doing naughty things? The Chaos Trinity has kept you all to themselves the whole trip here.” Vinnie asked teasingly.
“At least thanks to the DE limiting Eris, they can’t knock me up and put me in a time bubble to pop out noodles anymore. As for us having fun? I dunno, this Light Side aura is helping me calm back down. I’d be down for dinner and a movie if you wanna be domestic.” Brennie suggested and Vinnie wouldn’t say no to that.
“That sounds nice, actually.” Jane piped up, having been content to be quiet until now. “Sure, I’m horny from pole dancing and stripping, but we can Holoflix and Chill.”
“Cool, let’s-eek-ahn~!” Vinnie squeaked and then moaned in surprise when she and her lovers were teleported to Brennie’s quarters by the Trinity. They found themselves naked and speared on their poles, panting in pleasure while the chaotic trio sat on their gigantic quads with snacks and drinks prepared for them.
“Don’t worry, these aren’t our real set so you won’t get pregnant.” Eris assured them and nuzzled Jane’s cheek. Donga bear-hugged Brennie almost possessively, while Hermais gave Vinnie’s shoulders a rub. “Anyway, what should we watch?”
“Uhn, h-how about Indie Go?” Jane suggested through her groaning and panting with her Navel Pearl spatially expanded quim and uterus spasming around the massive intruder.
“Good thing Daring isn’t here, she’d be too sad.” Vinnie said as the movie started.

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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 (https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/LM111E02_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 (https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/XXXG-01H_Gundam_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.

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Ch.88
“Oof! Even though ya don’t have the Force, yew’re obnoxiously good at this.” I praised Brennie when she began pushing me back in lightsaber practice again. Some of the others were there to watch, including Meen-Rei and her hot-as-fuck wife named Neethsi Belle. Then again, that means Meen-Rei’s surname is also Belle. I went for a jab at her temple, only for her to deflect my inactive chakram with her bracer as Luster Dawn whooped.
“You don’t get as good as me without taking your lumps. I’ve already had mine, so it’s your turn in this case.” Brennie remarked factually as she deactivated her lightsaber and raised her fists.
“Thank gosh pain is just a suggestion fer me.” I chuckled as I put my chakram together and holstered it on my left thigh before I sprinted at Brennie and went in low. She jumped back, but I pursued and hooked her between the thighs and lifted her on my shoulders! “Backbreaker~!” I shouted playfully and proceeded to bodyslam my surprised lover before I started wrestling her instead of properly fighting, both of us devolving into tittering ninnies.
“That was incredibly unorthodox, stupid, yet hilariously effective since it caught her off-guard.” Meen-Rei hiss-snickered. “There’s a reason why wrestling isn’t real, it’s too impractical. If that was a real wrestling move, then it would’ve been slightly more acceptable, but she clearly just pulled a WWE show move.”
“Let’s just be glad Brennie didn’t go for the brutal route. I’m glad she’s loosened up so much.” Neethsi commented with a smile. “I’m also digging her new attire~.” Neethsi commented as Brennie’s black spandex-clad booty was aimed her way, her tail wagging as she pinned me in a headlock that turned into a kiss.
I was about to reciprocate, but then she picked me up and slung me over her shoulders with one arm hooked between my thighs and the other my right shoulder. Then I squeaked when she tossed me up and caught me with my back on her back, her hands gripping my calves and my ass aimed skyward. “H-hey! What’re ya doing~?!” I squealed when she jumped.
“Butt Buster~!” Brennie excitedly shouted and I choked in agony when my ass ‘broke’ from the immense force exerted on my lower body and she let me fall limply to the padded training floor. “Don’t think you can out-wrestle me! I spent a stint in a stupid Ultimate Muscle world as a pro ‘wrestler’ trained by Meat! Now reset, you need more Meen-Rei Time.”
“Yay~! I’m gonna turn you into a certified Expert today~!” Oh no.
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Brennie sighed contentedly when she left Jane to the cruel mercy of Meen-Rei with a cooling towel wrapped around her fluffy neck and framing her heaving hooters in her black sports bra. She yelped in surprise when Neethsi hugged her from behind, before spinning her around to face each other and they began making out. “Mm~!”
“*Smooch* It’s been a long time, friend. You’ve summoned Meen-Rei dozens of times, yet you never ask for me.” Neethsi playfully demurred and turned Brennie back around to walk with her.
“I’ve been busy and I didn’t want to drag you or Meen-Rei into stupid shit.” Brennie pouted and Neethsi nuzzled her. “Sorry. I guess I’m still pissed with what has happened, what we’ve learned and what has transpired as of late.”
“I can get that. Life is constantly evolving for us too. We’re not an Empire, yet alien civilizations we’ve encountered insist on calling us one. How is a representative republic an Empire?” Neethsi shrugged at a loss as they continued down the hall.
“Well, not everything is bad. I became the Goddess of Sex and I’m slime now. If I were to visit Nirn, I’m pretty sure the gods are gonna try and get into my pants.” Brennie said jokingly as they retreated into her room, where Willow was lying on the bed, looking like a total sexy nerd in tight shorts and a stained ‘gaming’ shirt she had tucked under her boobs while playing something on the holo with her legs kicking in the air along with her fluffy twin tails.
“Considering they have more than a single continent to be concerned with, I can’t be sure of that. I know Nocturnal would hunt you down for some affection the instant you were there, though.” Neethsi replied as she casually sat on the bed while Brennie approached the vixen.
“True, but I do miss her.” Brennie plopped her perfect ass next to her wife and then laid atop her, giving the vixen a boobhat. “Hey nerd, whatcha playin’?” Brennie playfully questioned and got her butt groped by her wife’s tail hands in reply while she kept playing Fallen Gods II: Revelation. “Ah, that’s one of our top MMORPG games.”
“Uh huh.” Willow uttered while she kept playing and Brennie fully laid atop her wife. “Brennie~, I need to-uhn~.” Willow moaned when Brennie turned to goo and seeped through her clothes. Soon, Winnie was the one playing and she used her tail-hands to remove Brennie’s clothes from atop her. “So yeah, as you can see, shit’s been pretty fucking weird and cool here.”
“I can see that.” Neethsi chuckled and lied next to the dracofox. “We too have games like this now. They’re not really my thing, but Meen-Rei and Shade love them.” Neethsi rubbed Winnie’s back. “So, this is the one you said had the same sort of soul as Meen-Rei. If I wasn’t so intimately familiar with Meen-Rei, I would’ve assumed she was the same person somehow.”
“Yes, she is.” Winnie nodded as her tail-hands ran all over Neethsi’s body while she kept playing the game. “Mind if I tail-yiff you while I play?” Neethsi’s answer was to vanish her clothes.
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Quedia hummed with a smile as she walked among the people in the sprawling city of Nova that was once the colony ship Novahome. It had been stripped down and spread across the cleared former wastes as a proper city like it was intended to be in the weeks following the decision to move Tarkus to another system.
The work mostly happened during the days Tarkus was safely within Hyperspace due to the artificial atmosphere refracting the maddening lights and Warp anomalies in Transit Mode. Jester’s body was wrapped around her as usual and the living combat suit kneaded her tummy, making the lioness purr. “I know, dear. Don’t get too touchy in public, though.”
Quedia was certainly pregnant with both Jester and Bask’s cubs. She knew this because she could sense the Life within her womb and her appetite had skyrocketed lately. That was why she was out getting unique groceries that the food replicator doesn’t have the ‘recipe’ for yet. Cravings were powerful things. She thought her mother and sisters were just joking.
Jester’s response was to massage her lover and Quedia muffled a groan of pleasure while the warframe kept them walking to the bus stop. They didn’t have to wait long for the flying public shuttle to arrive and they got on in the front door while those leaving got off from the rear door, both doors faced the starboard side.
Domestic life was surprisingly pleasant to the ancient demigoddess. Before, she could barely stand the imbeciles and the unwashed masses, but in this era most people had acceptable levels of intellect and tended to be cleaner. While by the standards of this era’s people; they were in a ‘dark age’ of sorts. To Quedia; it was ripe with previously unknowable prosperity.
She quietly enjoyed the constant touch and presence of her lover while waiting through the stops until eventually, not even 15 minutes later, she got off at the southernmost stop and walked across to the ‘military’ base, where the Bebop and other ships of the Rebel Alliance were housed.
Although she didn’t have anything to contribute to the war effort, she was still considered a VIP due to her divinity and was denied permission to live off base by her reborn mother. Luster Dawn really was her mother in all the ways that mattered, so she’d respect her decisions. Besides, moving out was going to be a hassle anyway. The Bebop was home now.
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“Gah!” Rex gasped for breath as Bryan delivered a hard gut-shot to the demon Alicorn with his fist. I, along with some of the others, watched from the sidelines as the match progressed. Willow had to separate from Bryan, otherwise it wouldn’t be fair. Willow apparently enhanced Bryan’s power greatly and she wasn’t known for her ability to hold back.
Both Rex and his brother, Marcus, were pitted against their father. It was the same training as usual. They had to draw blood from their old man however possible to win. Bryan had to strike them both eight times with his sword in order for him to win. He was allowed to use other methods to stun, however, those don’t count, but it does test their endurance and stamina.
I know because of his memories. There were only two who had beaten him in such contests: Meen-Rei and Neethsi. What made it worse was the fact that he never really used his sword, yet, much like right now.
“Urk!” Marcus choked after he came at Bryan from behind only to get clotheslined by him.
“I’ve seen him fight in our shared memories, but it’s always fun to watch him with my own eyes.” I commented as my husbando mopped the floor with his sons.
“Don’t forget how smart he fights.” Neethsi stated before Bryan started using his pistol when his sons escalated their efforts. “For instance, he once had me try to teleport him at random, only for him to resist the effect.”
“He was trying to see if he could prevent being forcefully teleported away through magical means.” Meen-Rei clarified and I hummed at the good idea.
“Why don’t I remember that?” I questioned, since it’s clear he kept some memories hidden from me. “He’s still keeping secrets.” I know I shouldn’t be upset about it, he has the right to do so. I just thought we were past that. I mean, I laid my Soul bare to him and he still hides things.
“Bryan needs to keep some secrets.” The sexy reptile alien giggled at my disappointment.
“Fair enough. If he couldn’t keep secrets somehow, I’m sure his sphincter would clench so hard he’d implode. So, he countered magical teleportation, I’m sure he countered technological teleportation too. He’s paranoid like that, I’m betting.” I huffed and the two non-dragon lizards...well, not traditional dragons, anyway, the two argonians nodded.
“Yes, he practiced disrupting the thaumic teleportation array that is invisibly cast around the target for magic, then discovered the easy way to thwart technological teleportation was to have an inhibitor installed in his chassis. He is a Transformer, after all.” Meen-Rei answered as her tail wagged after watching Bryan toss Marcus into the air.
“He can still be teleported, but only with his permission or when doing it himself. Anyway, as fun as it is watching these sexy studs spar, I’d much rather continue learning about the Mysticism of this universe you call the Force.” Neethsi said and I perked happily. Yay~ another student!
“After I put her through her katas.” No~! Have mercy sensei~!
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“Mmh~!” Tanya moaned while kissing her partner, now turned Empyreal, Baptiste, in their shared quarters aboard the Vengeful Retributor. Gridilus and Ionyx thought it prudent that Tanya’s partner become an Empyreal himself. It was an excruciating process in Devorak, but Baptiste survived it and returned. “Mwah! You bastard! Don’t you dare leave me like that!”
“It’s not like I had a choice, given the circumstances.” Baptiste retorted before Tanya crawled down the bed and opened his fatigues. “Really?” The enhanced Tartarus Demon Thestral huffed, yet didn’t protest since his pronounced Sin was Lust much like Tanya’s obviously was.
“Yes, really! Now, gimme your dick~!” Tanya lilted before she licked her lips at the sight of his throbbing black horsecock that was easily a few inches bigger than his original average size of 15 inches. “Oo~. So you’re a horny bastard like me~.” Tanya panted and pulled his pants down enough to reach into his fly. “My fucking gosh, Bap, are those watermelons you’re smuggling?”
“Hnng~. You know damn well what they are, you horny bitch. Now, you’ve started me up, get going.” Baptiste snarled hungrily and Tanya began licking his thick dick’s underside.
“Just don’t impregnate me~.” Tanya teased while a little fantasy rushed to her mind, one that only started once she got her training. Finding out that Empyreals are not infertile unlike Gray Wardens along with her enhanced libido and nearly having Link in her womb made Tanya start fantasizing of pregnancy and having children. She’d have to avoid it during the war, but still.
“I’ll try, but seeing you like this makes it difficult to consider putting on a condom.” Baptiste grunted as he reached for the nightstand, feeling around for one of the magic prophylactics.
“What? All hyper-busty, horny, begging for your foals?” Tanya panted before she tossed her tank top off and sandwiched his pillar of pony penis in her basketball breasts and nibbled on the flare of his glans. “C’mon Bap, I want you to inject this eclair with your creme filling~.” Tanya growled before wrapping her mouth around his wide tip and sucking to taste his salty pre-cum. Before her transformation into an Empyreal, her human mouth wouldn’t have been big enough.
“If you keep teasing me like that, I will breed you.” Baptiste growled, yet managed to open the packet and retrieve one of the endlessly-elastic rubber disks. This one being one of the brands that slowly transfers the contents to the nearest biomass reservoir for Argent Slimes to process.
“Do you want to see my belly grow big with your foals?” Tanya panted as she stopped tit-fucking him and got to her feet to shimmy her pants and panties off in one go. She may have the vaunted ‘Golden Age’ body type, but pants made for the job will still come off properly. This revealed a string of her feminine slime trailing to the floor with her gusset.
“One day, yes.” Baptiste answered while he pulled the turquoise rubber down his shaft.
“Then fuck me like you’re gonna knock me up!” Tanya literally vaulted into the air and impaled her engorged and drenched cunt on his 18 inch pony pillar in one go, impacting his pelvis and clapping her ass on his churning black basketball nuts so hard and loud he grunted and realized he may be in for a ride he never expected a non-pony to take. Still, he clapped his dark red hands on her hips and began to give as much as she could take.
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“What do you mean you can’t reach the system the Rebels have fled to?!” The gray stallion snarled with a clenched fist slamming on the solid metal arm of his floating chair.
“We can’t because of the Warp Storms and other reality-bending anomalies, they are interfering with our navigation systems and on-board equipment. It’s as if an unseen Force is working against us.” The Captain leading the scout fleet pursuing the Rebel Alliance replied. They only know that is what they’re called because they left a damn calling card in the Tarkus System.
“Alright, pull back and regroup. The situation with the Corpus is growing more widespread and we need to focus our efforts on securing our territories.” At least the ones that matter the most. The Corpus have been making a steady push and have targeted strategic points of interest; logistical and economical facilities. This was having a devastating effect on the UnSC’s combat effectiveness and morality.
“At once, sir.” The Captain saluted before the call ended.
“Mama is that way! And angry! And hungry! And she is eating criminals! And exploring skeletons!” The fairy said before her belly gurgled. “Oh, I want babies~. So much love, I need to make babies.”
The little fairy stiffened after stating her need to breed for perhaps the millionth time before she spoke again, all of her thottery gone. “Oh Hunter, blessed saint, an honest death is like a blessing, let death come once and for all.” The fairy then exploded, coating her containment in inert slime and the Sith stallion roared in fury at yet another resource being lost.
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“Nyuh~.” Vinnie panted and grunted before a turquoise egg the size of an infant squeezed out of her vagina onto the bed. “Oof, whew. Damn it. Rebirthing a seized soul is never easy over such a fucking distance. I hope extracting her is worth it, Kevin.” Vinnie panted tiredly, because while rebirthing someone falls under Life, Fertility and Renewal, Soul still allowed her to do it at range. It was harder since losing her fragment of the Life Aspect, though.
“Hello?” The egg groaned as it wiggled and rocked back-and-forth between her thighs. “My brain is finally working again, is anyone out there? It’s nice and dark here…*yawn*...zzz…”
“Considering she’s one of the few fairies to have worked in the Painted Worlds and drank the Old Blood, a first gen at that? Yes, it should be worth it.” Kevin waved his hand, magically cleaning the egg. He wasn’t afraid of his wife’s delicious fluids, but experience told him it was better to have a dry egg in hand than potentially let it slip and fall.
“Next time, at least make the fucking beforehand more enjoyable.” Vinnie sighed and sat up in the bed, idly disappointed that Kevin just bust his nut in her so she could snatch the unwitting traitor from the enemy’s grasp on Aiur II. “Anyway, from what I got out of her most recent memories, is Svartr still eating those serial killers that slipped in with the newest convoy?”
“She’s hunting the last of them now. I think it’s a child molster that kills the kids and fucks their corpses.” Kevin said with a snarl. “I wish Velka wasn’t still in the Warp somewhere, she’d be tracking down these pieces of garbage like child’s play.”
“Which would make you a useless hunter, hun.” Winnie teased her husband and he slumped his shoulders in defeat. All his tracking skills were nothing in the face of an instinctual ability to seek criminals like a homing missile. He’d rather have Velka here and-.
“Someone called?!” Velka stumbled out of a shadow in the corner, pure black aside from her blank white eyes. “Thank goodness! That place is madness! I had to smite so many sinful abominations. Some actually wanted me to smite them and I think their essence is being reborn in my womb. What is going on? I’ve been so lost since we evacuated Paradise.”
Vinnie and Kevin sighed as they gestured for the nude crow to sit down. Kevin used his psionics to pour a general info dump on her and she huffed. “If you’re pregnant, though, I don’t suggest you go running around right now without knowing where everything is.” Kevin gave her as much logistical data as he could, but he wasn’t as well-versed as someone assigned to security.
“Pregnant without sex, those things took the fun out of it.” Velka crooned as she rubbed her talons over her rippling abs. The matronly avian wasn’t a slouch in combat and her muscles showed that. “I hope Urta is willing to take them off of me. I clearly have my work cut out for me. Our forces are mostly criminals? Without being Penal Legions? Dire times.”
“Criminals by circumstances, not choice, for the most part. They are, however, trustworthy.” Kevin clarified and Velka hummed with a look in the general direction of Tarkus.
“Hm, true I suppose. Now then, it has been ages, how about we have some fun before we go help Svartr?” Velka requested with her eyes looking between the two naked lovers.
“Careful, it could be a womb daemon talking.” Vinnie teased and Velka rolled her eyes, which was weird to notice since they were solid white glowing pits behind her eyelids.
“Trust me, they’re not-oh~!” Velka cawed and her belly and breasts rapidly began growing, so Kevin teleported to fetch Visi since she was closer and Vinnie was suppressing the rapid pregnancy with her magic as best she could. “N-nevermind! Oof! Such big eggs!”

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Ch.89
Ch.89
Meeting Velka for the first time when she was lied atop a pile of glowing eggs was fascinating. I was a little worried about where they had come from though. I had believed that if I ever met Velka, she would instantly peck out my eyes and banish me to Tartarus or something, not be exhausted from laying enormous eggs and clearly unable to pass judgment upon me.
“Warp Spawn.” Thank you for clarifying that, Bryan.
“Bryan, still a lovable asshole, I see.” Velka commented from where she was lying on the clutch of giant eggs, each was easily three times the size of an average infant. No wonder she’s unable to move from atop the pile of giant eggs on the bed.
“So, why did you want us here?” Bryan demanded and I sighed. If I didn’t love the guy I’d hate him. Then again, there is a thin line, maybe I can vent my displeasure with him with passionate sex? I’ve heard that’s a way lovers with friction manage to grease the wheels. Giggity.
“For Bryan, I have a document on those really bad cases. As for Jane, I requested her presence because she’s both powerfully attuned to Forces beyond most of our comprehension and I wished to see a Sinner who has so thoroughly proven worth redemption.” Velka answered before using an Omni to flick a data file at him and then she patted an egg with a nod.
“Really? Um, here I am.” I said before Velka motioned me closer.
“Normally, Sinners have to give me soul energy for their redemption. But that is the past and there are much simpler ways to spiritually repent. You’ve done quite a bit of that already. Just let me hold your hand.” Velka requested tiredly and I put my hand in her talon. “You are rife with crimes, yet hardly any were done with relish unless your target was karmically asking for it.”
“My favorite marks are monsters who deserve all the misery they can get.” I admitted and Velka chuckled darkly while rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb.
“Oh, I know that all too well. I’ve had my spirits do much the same for centuries. I’ve tried other ways, but that mode of operation always returns. One of my favorites is to fuck the sin from someone, but that was only when they came willingly to repent and were quite attractive specimens both outside and within. However, I’m too tired, you’re well enough along. Here.”
I suddenly felt the proverbial weight of my past misdeeds lift from my shoulders and I sighed in relief. That will make my meditation much easier. “Thanks. I’ve always had issues coming to grips with what I’ve done, even if I tried to justify them to myself.”
“I would like to fuck you sometime, so come by when you can.” Velka groaned before looking at Bryan. “The Argentines need some help too, but I’m exhausted and need to wait for Urta to help figure out what to do with these eggs, since they’re unborn entities and fall under her jurisdiction...if we’re still doing that stuff after all this time. Whatever, sleep...zzz....”
“Sorry I’m late!” Urta burst in, nearly breaking the door. “Ah, fuck, sorry Velka.”
“Let the ancient bird sleep, she did just lay...I can’t tell right now, but these eggs are fucking enormous and unlike most of us, she didn’t go ham on self-modding.” Bryan put his arms around Urta and I’s waists and I noticed Urta perked at least as hard and happily as I did at this contact. “Urta, wait for Visi. She’s busy helping Rex and Marcus organize the social and political aspects of our ongoing involvement and Velka is definitely out of it for a while.”
“Oh, alright. So~. What are we doing?” Urta questioned and I had to ponder why Penny was absent. Then again, even though the twin vixens enjoyed being fused into Penta, they were married to different groups, so maybe Penny is spending time with Nexus and her other wives as they chant the names of the missing ones to summon them sooner. Like a seance.
“Uh, well...we could watch a movie or spar some more.” Bryan suggested, caught flat-footed. Clearly he wasn’t expecting Urta to ask for something non-sexual.
“Why not play some games like Mario Party? I’m sure Willow will be up for that. She’s been a rather extensive gamer after we retired to Paradise.” Urta counter-suggested and I perked up.
“Trust me, we’ve been fusing nearly daily, I know. Sometimes we just chill and play a game while fused together.” Bryan replied before leading us away from the room that Velka was recovering in aboard the Vengeful Retributor. The Argentines were not going to let Warp entities, aside from the Twili, casually be left to their own devices.
“I haven’t been able to play video games since I got Displaced. Old John wasn’t exactly a gamer either, so this is something my human half has had entirely separate from my current life.” I said with a mixture of excitement and concern. If I play games now, won’t that be the nail in my human half’s philosophical coffin? Fuck it, I wanna play games.
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“So, what you’re saying is that the Argentines leaving was the right thing to do?” Luster tried to make sense of what Velka stated. Weeks have passed since the Goddess of Sin and Justice arrived in realspace, no longer exhausted from laying giant eggs and requested the Argentine Royals, the Bebop crew and the former Imperial Royals for a court session.
“Indeed.” Velka nodded her head from where she was using Bryan’s lap as her seat.
“Why?” The Zerg Queen asked in distraught as Jane rubbed her shoulders.
“Because it would’ve ended badly for both universes. Nothing should share the same fate, not always. Life isn’t always nice or fair. It can be cruel and lethal in so many ways we’re not ready for. Especially since it is indiscriminate. Existence is a running gag and we’re the butt of the joke.” Bryan said in his typical acerbic fashion.
Creepy ghostly laughter echoed before a Harlequin appeared. “What a marvelous viewpoint~! Yes, we are a living joke! Life’s amusement.” The masked alien snickered before he bowed to Bryan with a flourish while extending an envelope. “My Lord, a message for you. A member of your family wishes to see you.” When Bryan took the envelope, the jester vanished.
“Excuse me.” Bryan muttered when he picked Velka up by her thin waist and set her on his seat before he left the room.
“Life isn’t all doom and gloom.” Luster muttered with a scowl.
“Indeed, but to deny the cruelty of reality is a fool’s ignorance.” Velka declared with a sigh. “That was the folly of us before, believing that since what we were doing was Right, Just and Good, that everything was fine. We didn’t notice the wolves at our doors until it was too late.”
“Except for Bryan. Why didn’t he just warn you?” Jane asked with disappointment.
“We weren’t on the best of terms. We ended up ignoring his warnings and berated him for fear-mongering.” Willow bemoaned. “Besides, we had faith in Cocoa’s abilities to keep things in check, but in the end she came across the Secrets of our enemies too late.”
“Also the Argentines are paranoid and distrustful as a rule, along with all the times our people slighted theirs.” Daring added on and the Marines present nodded.
“Damn, you Argentines are real assholes.” Jet chuffed and Vinnie blepped her tongue.
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“So, what does the letter entail?” Helvex asked his king as he and Ionyx gathered in Bryan’s room.
“Well, besides proving that this is indeed my sister, she has a gift waiting for me. But we won’t be getting it until we make the next jump when we’re done with this system.” Bryan replied with a sigh and tucked the letter away. “How are things coming along?”
“So far, so good. People doing their jobs right and having fun once finished.” Ionyx answered with a chuckle. “Especially with that strip club we have aboard the Vengeful Retributor. Are you sure your new sexual powers had nothing to do with it?” The Empyreal teased and was promptly flipped off.
“Fuck you! It’s not my fault I love sex almost as much as fighting.” Bryan grumbled with a deep blush. He didn’t mind having the Aspect of Sex, he just really needs to be careful with it. Sending his entire ship into a sex frenzy, while fun, was a real wake-up call. Imagine an entire planet experiencing that! “Goddammit, I’m the bastard child of Khorne and Slaanesh.”
“Wow, careful! That sounds heretically true.” Helvex jested while Ionyx barely held back a laugh. “Still, wouldn’t you be happy to see one of your siblings?”
“Yes, Helvex, I would be. Even if she’s not there in person, knowing of her presence is good enough. I’m more curious about what she intends to give us.” Bryan answered, a slight curl appearing on the edges of his lips. His Omni-tool began beeping, letting him know he received a message.
“Training Grounds: URGENT.”
“…Finally. Keep an eye on things, boys. Make sure no one interferes.”
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Jovia was grumpy. The past week was full of odd cramps and she blamed her Argentine aunts and uncles apparently ‘stress testing’ the limits imposed by the Divinity Engine hosted in her womb’s demiplane. She’d be less annoyed if it was any of the fun ways to test it. No, they were apparently in a knock-down drag-out fight to see if there was a point where the DE gave up.
Considering it seems to offload strain on her, she sent a request that they stop before she gets more than just cramps, but that was days ago. She couldn’t even enjoy ‘ball time’ being rolled around by the Raskvel or having sex! So she’s been grumpily soaking in hot baths and eating ice cream while watching drama television.
“Stop! It’s giving me cramps!” Jovia whined as her belly cramped harder and she curled up on the couch. “Ugh, when will they stop sparring? Their powers aren’t even from this thing.”
“I’m terribly sorry.” Freedom popped into reality right beside her. “It’s not their intention to put you through a straining test. Need some alleviation from the pain?” The mysterious entity inquired.
Jovia huffed at the strange man. “Yes, my guts feel like I’m being crushed and beaten from the inside.” Freedom cringed before tapping his finger on her and the pain finally subsided.
“There, that should protect you and the device from them.” The strange man promised.
“Thank you.” Jovia sighed in relief and changed the channel from drama to comedy.
Freedom began to chuckle. “Too much to handle?”
“My uncles and aunts can fuck off.” Jovia growled as she laid on the couch.
“Easy, Jovia. They didn’t mean to hurt you like that and you know it.” Freedom chastised the noodle before sighing. “This needed to happen, in order for the other four to catch up. That way, they won’t need the Lantern’s powers to protect them. On the plus side, they’ll stop whining and accept what they’ve become. It’s messing with their minds.”
“Well, good. This thing isn’t something weakening the gods, they just got so powerful that the universe needed to put a control unit on it. Like a thermostat and they’re being naughty playing with it.” Jovia rubbed and kneaded her formerly hurting tummy.
Freedom waved her off. “Yes, well, it’s not our fault this universe decided to become the way it is. That was the Fallen Empire’s own doing.”
“Oh I know, just stop messing with my tummy.”
“Sorry, but, you’re gonna have to bear with it. They’re not done, yet.” Freedom said, to which Jovia fumed.
But an idea took form and she grinned devilishly. “I think I know how I can get back at them. Shekka and Hildra’s pet project nears completion, so they’ll be showing them off to the very people that helped inspire it~.”
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“There are Rasks fucking in the vents.” Visi chuckled at the sounds of the little aliens fornicating within the ventilation. “I’m surprised it isn’t Yinglets.” Visi could tell because by this point, she’d watched or participated in enough Raskvel orgies to recognize their noises.
“Huh?” Marcus and Rex look at her in confusion. “Why and whereabouts in the vents?”
“They aren’t where they can be heard by dad and the others, right?” Rex questioned, only to see his mother smile widely. “…Is there something else you haven’t told us, yet?”
“Well…let’s just say that, as soon as they finish fighting, they’ll receive a well-deserved break~.” Visilia purred seductively as her boys shuddered. “Oh, are you boys getting excited~?”
“M-Mum, don’t do that!” Rex blushed profusely at his mother, wanting out of this situation. His brother, on the other hand, was having more trouble trying to control his sexual urges. “Dammit, man, keep it together.”
“That’s kinda hard with how-!” Marcus choked on his words when Visi magically discarded her clothes and revealed her glorious body to all. “…Nope! Can’t resist! Fucking her now!” Marcus proceeded to rip off his own clothes and jumped his step-mom! Visi eagerly let him pin her to the bed of the room they’d been chatting in and cried out in pleasure when he penetrated.
“Marcus, you fucking horndog!” Rex covered his eyes in dismay and fled the room, bumping into the wall before escaping. Turbo-hot or not, she’s his mom damn it!
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I had to ponder just how ridiculous my life has become when I realized that the Rebel Alliance is mostly just a bunch of system-hopping nomads in the Dark Sector of Triangulum that hasn’t been properly mapped yet. I mean, we’re strong, yes. The Argentines are powerful as a rule. However, in the grand scheme of things, the forces arrayed against us still outnumber and outgun us 10 to 1. Yet, I don’t feel as if things are all that bad. That’s not just the sex talking.
“I guess Meen-Rei was right.” I remembered what she said about how they love fighting uphill battles. The odds may be stacked against us, but that doesn’t mean we’ve lost. We just need to find another way to overcome this adversity. Besides staying one step ahead and bleeding the giants dry by their ankles.
“Of course she’s right.” Luster Dawn purred as her arms wrapped around my waist. I’m super fucking happy that she’s figured out how to have babies, but I keep having to tell her. “Hey~.” Lusty whined when I kept her hands from going into my pants.
“No puppies. I want them too, but we can’t raise them and I don’t wanna make more just to hand them off to the Scinoxes and other caretakers in Devorak.” I chided my beloved who I was damn well marrying not just because I Love her, but out of principle at this point. “Ow!” A fuck-off huge slug-thrower pistol suddenly launched into my face from the window. Ugh, another Token.
“Who is this one?” Lusty asked when she picked it up. “Wow, someone’s full of themself, but she sounds like the type who earned that confidence. This thing is ancient. I haven’t seen a slug-thrower not using Mass Effect propulsion outside of history files or traditional Argentine guns.” Oh yeah, heard of those. They’re kept around out of ceremony and because they bypass most Mass Effect shielding systems due to the rounds being ‘too slow’ to stop.
“Owie!” A fancy axe guitar suddenly hit me in the gut. “Okay, anyone else?”
“Hey.” I jumped and turned around to see Brennie~! I guess she and her siblings are finally done, for now, flexing their abilities so hard that poor Jovia’s been having cramps. “My fat lazy sibs are taking a break-is that JoJo’s gun and Viv’s axe?” Oh, she knows them?! “You may not want to summon them. Not in a confined space. They’re both as aggressive as you.”
“Me? Why, ya make me sound like a rude bitch who intrudes on other people’s business without provocation.” I fluttered my eyes at her and she made a ‘yeah, you do’ face.
“Hun, no offense, but Freedom can be just as addictive as any sort of drug. I’m glad you haven’t ventured off on the deep end of it, because that’s where Anarchy reigns. Those two? Champions of Anarchy even if they’re married into the richest family on their Earth.” Brennie then looked conflicted. “Viv is also a Demon Princess of Hell, so that’s still awkward.”
“I am fucking summoning them!” I declared excitedly, only for Brennie to suddenly be holding the kickass gun and guitar. “Hey~! Gimme!” I jumped at her playfully, using the Force to move faster, only for Brennie to dance out of the way and holster the gun before she strummed the guitar with a tongue poking out at me.
“Not yet~.” Oh, you tease~! Damn, she was really getting into the punk-rock genre. “Huh? No, wait you bitch I wasn’t-!” The guitar suddenly yanked out of Brennie’s hands and she pouted when it began playing a bitching riff! “Don’t be such a fucking primadonna.” The guitar did a few whines and even a saucy series of notes. “N-not now.”
“Too bad~.” A voice that was like sex in my ears lilted and a hot as hell white foxhound with nine tails and red accents with the Japanese Kanji for Love on her exposed washboard abs in an outfit that made her familiar hourglass body seem rock concert stage ready with gothic leather all over faded in with her hands holding the guitar. “I’ve been waiting to finally meet the people who helped my JoJo become a real bitch.”
“H-Hi.” I stammered and the three eyed bitch-vixen turned her unholy glowing gaze upon me. Her pupils were normal, but the fiery iris and glowing red sclera made them both terrifying and enthrallingly beautiful.
“Well, hell-o~. Wanna fuck?” She just said that? No teasing, no foreplay, just outright asked to have sex? My simulated heart is pounding in my chest!
“Hey Vivienne.” Brennie greeted the foxhound while rubbing her left arm.
“Hey babe!” Vivienne chirped, as if she hadn’t spoken to Brennie a moment before. “I don’t remember much from last time, but I do remember falling asleep in your lap while you got plastered. Nice upgrade. Having tits is better than pecs.” Vivienne stated with an approving nod.
Brennie smiled at her and nodded. “I can see the appeal in it.”
“More like the tons of fun they are. Now, I’m gonna go find some booze, follow if you want.” The demon babe sauntered out of the room while strumming her guitar, each sway of her wide hips causing all nine of her fluffy fox tails to wriggle and writhe enticingly above her booty.
“…I could go for a drink.” Brennie followed after that ass with her tail wagging behind her.
Luster followed without a word and I shrugged before doing the same.

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Ch.90
Ch.90
“Oh, Viv is here! Even if you’re early in my timeline!” Eris cheered into the bar.
“Sup.” Vivienne casually greeted after she finished shotgunning her latest shot of whiskey.
“She’s early in the timeline?” Meen-Rei asked from behind Eris since they and Hermais entered the Bebop’s official bar. After Faye went overboard at the Mess a few too many times, the crew decided to have a bar at home to keep Drunk Faye’s shenanigans closer at hand.
“A long time ago to me. Both initially and the second time.” Eris said with some unease.
Vivienne chuckled before she brought Brennie close to her side, their side boobs squeezed against each other. “I’m surprised you even have a strip club. You owe me a lapdance or two~.”
“Oh my gosh, she’s an utter thot.” Meen-Rei commented with her tail flicking.
“Damn fucking straight. So’re you. In fact, everyone in this room is an utter thot at least for the right people.” Vivienne rambled as she made herself another mixer. The vixen-wolf can drink booze like water.
“I am not a thot.” I pouted, still getting used to all this weirdness.
“No, she has the right of it, we’re all thirsty thots for the right people.” Meen-Rei said and Vivienne who raised her glass and took a draw. “So, who’re you?”
“My story’s really fucking long, so I’m game for saving that for later, backstage preferably. Now, wanna bang? Since, y’know, we’re all thirsty thots here and I am the Demon Lord of Lust presiding over Limbo.” Vivienne questioned and Meen-Rei leaned in with a lustful purr. “Mm~, such delightful Lust you have there~.”
“Before we go down this very enjoyable route, I have a question: will having sex with you damn us? As in slate our souls for your Hell.” Meen-Rei asked with utmost seriousness and I was rather worried that I hadn’t considered that before now.
“I doubt that. We’re already so goddamn sexy as is.” Brennie said and I smiled at her for that compliment. “So, are we just going to get drunk and have sex?”
“I am all for that! How about you girls?” Eris chipperly asked all of us and I raised a hand.
“So...y’know I don’t drink anymore. Not after Lusty rescued me from my alcoholism.” I brought up and Lusty side-hugged me, smishing the sides of our respective boobs together and I smiled lovingly at her. “Then again, she woke up my nymphomania, turned me into a lass, drove me so puppy-crazy I got hyper-preggers and popped like a-mm~.” Lusty has me pinned to a table~!
“So cute~.” Meen-Rei and Vivienne chorused as I kissed my lover hungrily and her leg tendrils wrapped around my legs, spreading them open as some dove into my pants! Uhn~!
“I wish I could get pregnant outside of my universe, but sadly that’s one of the things Big G won’t let me get away with. So, Berserker, if you still go by that, I totally wanna bang you. Let’s get wasted first, though. This alien booze is smooth.” Vivienne licked her chops as she poured yet another drink and set it down in front of the dracowolf.
“Yeah, let’s.” Brennie nodded before sculling it down in one go, then she coughed and whooped. “That is good! What is it?”
“The closest I can get to a Tequila Old Fashioned with a chili garnish. Now, let’s get busy.” Vivienne’s third eye above her brow shined brightly and a beer keg with a hose appeared, the side written in Hellish script. “I got a keg~!”
“Yeah, orgy! Maybe I should bring Jet, no~. Jet does not like that, Eris, he’s a one woman man. Actually...I’ll pass, girls. I know, I know, but I really Like Jet and I don’t want to risk hurting him.” Eris said sheepishly as the rest of us looked at her askance. “So...yeah, I’m out. I’m gonna go bother my boyfriend. Have fun~!” Eris sauntered out of the bar, leaving the rest of us, especially her sister, bemused. Well, not Brennie and Vivienne.
Brennie took another swig of Vivienne’s home-brewed Ten-Hells Tequila according to the English label on the keg. Holy shit! Demons drink Tequila from kegs?! “All good, Eris. Go find your man and enjoy yourselves. Now, are we gonna get on the piss or what?”
“Yeah!” We all cheered as Eris left. I mostly stuck with water while the others got drunk. Eventually I was mostly masturbating and laughing as I watched the others drunkenly stumble through wild hedonistic sex with each other. Especially when six identical foxhounds emerged from Vivienne and enhanced the fun. I’m surprised they’re not cumflating each other.
“Why are you all alone over here?” One of the seven identical demoneses asked when she sat on the bar next to me. The others were all fucking in the middle of the room, where the tables had been cleared away and someone magically made the floor soft like a bed.
“Mostly because The Force tells me I should stay lucid right now. Also, as horny as I am, I’m not that horny right now.” I admitted to the utter babe, who looked oddly Envious.
“I wish I could be not-horny like that. Due to our carnal nature, we’re stuck with our heads up our cooches. Well, I’m gonna get in there. Viv looks like she’s about to break out the toys and someone better restrain her or we’ll all be hanging from ceiling harnesses within the hour.” The demoness patted my left breast and went back into the fray.
“That’d be a great show~.” I purred from the images that were put in my mind. Still, I’m just the voyeur this time and I better be ready to ferry them to a room after they pass out.
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“Oh thank Freedom we’re free~!” Vinnie whined in gratitude before she plopped tits-first into the bed of what was officially her room aboard the Vengeful Retributor. Brennie still somehow had the energy to go to the Bebop to check in on their allies/lovers/friends after their months-long or shorter...longer? Bah! Too long constant combat scenario! “Mm, mm, mmph!” Vinnie muffled into her fluffy yellow cleavage as her extra-spiky body fluff twitched and sparked with electricity.
She might as well be an actual fucking Jolteon at this rate. Speaking of which. Vinnie grumpily got on her knees, having been stripped naked from her equipment being destroyed in the ‘training session from Hell’. She pulled the speared pillows off her chest floof which had sprouted up between her cleavage and neck and glared at it.
Apparently, going full-bore, all out, no-holds-barred causes her very fur to become a lethal object. It took some effort to exit what was apparently her purest non-mech combat form to be her gooey goopy self again and she splashed onto her fluid-proof bed with a sigh. “What’s next, I can split myself by mitosis?” She jokingly asked with a snort. “…I should probably look into that another time.”
Especially because if she could asexually reproduce clones of herself, she was totally going to try and have sex with herself. Then again, if slimes could do that, they would’ve outbred every other species in both universes by now. Then again, she’s not normal. She’s her. She could probably do it, but, again, not now. No~! Now her brain was stuck on it! So tired though~!
“Aunt Vinnie? Can I come in?” Rex? What is he doing here?
“I’m indecent and too tired to get dressed!” She warned him and he slowly entered the room.
“Are you okay?” He asked while approaching her to sit on the chair next to the bed.
“Your fama is a bitch and I fucking hate her right now. I’m not okay, but I will be.” Vinnie grumbled and forced herself to sit up on her pool of golden goo, too tired to bother forming legs below her thighs. “What’s got you upset, Rexie?”
“Mum and Marcus going at it.” Rex lamented with green on his red cheeks.
“Oh, sweetie, that must’ve been traumatizing.” Vinnie cooed understandingly. Sure, gene neutrality made genetic relations utterly pointless to worry about in regards to having healthy offspring, but Visilia is still Rex’s birth mother and not everyone is incestuous.
“I kinda blame mum for tempting Marcus, but I also kinda blame Marcus for not resisting her charms. I mean, as grossed-out as I am by it, mum is fucking hot. I’m not going to say otherwise, that’d be lying.” Rex huffed in frustration and Vinnie gently pulled him onto the bed so she could lean on him, too tired to be sitting up unaided.
“I know, I know. I mean, imagine how hard it was for your Fama and uncles to work past that for me? Well, your Fama didn’t have much resistance there, but it took some time for me to get Kevin, Edward and Rico to stuff that whole ‘we’re siblings’ BS since we’re not even related when we’re fucking married and-sorry. Not about me. Ahem. Sweetie, don’t let it get to you. You’re such an innocent colt, hold on to some of your objections.” Vinnie assured him and yawned.
“Thanks for the assurance, auntie. I’m sure Fama, Mum and even Grandpa would tell me to suck it up and just go for it like Marcus told me, but then again he’s the one fucking my mum without even letting me leave the room first, so he can get bent. Whoa!” Rex yelped when he suddenly fell through Vinnie and she plopped into a snoring puddle. “Um, you’re that tired?”
“Myuh? Yeah. Mind cuddling? I might get lewd in my sleep, though.” Vinnie sleepily warned him and the fully dressed demon alicorn stallion sighed before getting a pillow under his head and snuggling the semi-solid golden blob against his chest. “Mm…” Rex was so warm...zzz.
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I huffed in self-satisfaction after I had ferried the others who were now sleeping off an alcohol and a sex marathon to a general resting room. Seeing none of them cumflated was extremely bemusing to me, but I think it might have something to do with the limitations Big G put on Vivienne and her six sisters. What a dick, not letting them do the kinky inflating part either.
I gasped and my fur, something I’m still getting used to, stood up from the base of my skull down to the tip of my tail! The Force just whammied me with an imminent premonition that something bad was about to happen! Where?! What?! Why?! Who?! When?! I sprinted towards the hangar, where The Force insisted I need to be now!
Don’t stop for anything, anyone, move! I jumped over some Rasks in a forward flip and was thankful I was still fully clothed before I leaped towards the Zaku Warrior, which I really should name. I zipped up to the cockpit and I was preparing to have the MTS coat me in latex-like nanomachines when an earthquake shook everything.
While I knew that had to be what The Force was screaming at me about, I knew it wasn’t here yet, so I danced around the few engineers in the hangar and flew out of the Bebop, then outside. I could see the source of the disturbance as a smoking streak in the distant sky of the north hemisphere of Tarkus.
I zipped up to the lower atmosphere and then blasted off north, breaking the sound barrier so fast and hard that any lower and I would’ve shattered glass for miles. It only took a few minutes due to altitude and sheer speed, but those few minutes felt like an eternity. I reached the region in the north where the object fell and landed outside of the crashed ship.
Now, that alone wasn’t what was special about it. It was gigantic, I’m talking Super-Dreadnought size here. That would explain the massive earth-shaking shockwave it made upon translating back into reality in the upper atmosphere of Tarkus. On top of that, it was disturbingly intact despite making a violent crash landing and also had snow! Water-based snow on a world that has replaced water with a non-flammable oil as its basis for life!
The Force was raging at it as if whatever was in it was immensely dangerous. The symbol on the side was a boar skull. I didn’t have to wait long for...pig people to emerge? One wore a red cape and crown. The Force was both terrified and elated about this specific person who set his glowing yellow eyes upon my mobile suit, before he waved cheerfully at me.
...Great. I guess since diplomacy is an option...
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“Uhn~.” Brennie groaned in a mixture of a hangover, an actual honest-to-fuck hangover and the satisfaction of coming out on the other end of an epic hedonistic sex frenzy. “I thought I was immune to hangovers.” Brennie muttered and then went goo for a moment, then sighed in relief. Right. It was easy to forget her body was how she made it, not how she was at base.
Still, seeing Vinnie go all spiky voltage-sparking Jolteon was hot as fuck and fighting her gave her such a boner. She should’ve made her siblings take off the kiddie gloves thousands of years ago. “That’s because it’s Hell alcohol, babe. This shit would demonically mutate any living thing not of a certain constitution. You’re all not mortal, though, so you’re good.” One of the seven demon sisters said without moving otherwise.
Brennie nodded before looking around, only to realize Jane was nowhere to be seen. “Uh-oh.” Right, she didn’t join in on the fun for some reason, just masturbated while she watched. That wasn’t like her. Jane was a carnal creature even before Luster Dawn altered her, what she experienced from being merged with her Soul said as much. Why would she-The Force.
Getting up quickly, she sprinted to the nearest red alert button and ended up fisting it. Still, it got the job done, the horns were blaring loudly and everyone scrambled along.
“Someone get me a fucking fix on Jane’s position, now!” Brennie demanded and rushed towards the exit of the Bebop.
“Uh, I already have her. She took the Zaku Warrior out of the hangar seconds after the shockwave rattled the planet. I was there too, so I chased after her. That thing’s unfairly fast~! My thrusters can’t keep up! I’m still close enough to triangulate her IFF signal, though.” Lucatiel, that cute Griffin engineer who ended up becoming a Cybertronian, answered.
“Runner here! I’m inbound and closing in! Wait…” Vinnie reported and then Brennie felt a private channel open to her. “Rex is in my cockpit! Oh flip! Don’t kill me, Brennie! We were napping and the shockwave woke me and then I was a ship and-!”
“Are you two okay, though?” Brennie calmly asked to show she wasn’t mad at either of them.
“I’m fine! Everything’s fine! I-it’s not like my cockpit has a fucking fleshlight to sync with males or anything~!” Vinnie admitted and Brennie felt a bit of surprise.
“Wait, you can do that with your male pilots?” She needs to learn that, it’d make syncing more-no, not now! Head out of your cooch, Brennie! “Anyway, just keep him safe. He’s the heir of Devorak, after all. Now, I’m sure you’re there already, what’s going on?”
“Jane is meeting someone outside of a Super-Dreadnought that has crashed in the northern reaches of the continent Nova is on. Whoever they are, their Soul and Force Presence is giving me willies that have nothing to do with Rex awkwardly trying not to move with his dick in my-.”
“Vinnie, that’s my son, don’t fucking put those images in my head!” Brennie shouted fretfully, still coming to terms with her budding incestuous feelings for Marcus. Besides, unlike Marcus, Rex is practically pure! It isn’t until recently that he’s finally worked up the courage to engage in sex with anyone. Does anal count for a first time? Brennie couldn’t remember if-.
“You’ve fucked with Marcus!” Vinnie protested and Brennie hissed as she banished thoughts.
“Different son, different fetishes!” Marcus is so stupidly sexy, too! Rex isn’t her type. If she liked awkward, clutzy, nerdy-oh fuck! He’s a male Willow! No~! Brain! Bleach~!
“Brennie, I found KOTOR!” Willow cheered upon opening the door in the hall she was about to pass, which was actually Willow’s, plastered in gaming posters that it was. “Wanna play?!” The two-tailed hyper-busty iridescent white furred fennec asked with so much excitement barely contained in her lazy T-shirt and basketball shorts that Brennie wanted to fuck her right there.
“…Vinnie, you said the person in question is making the Force go into a frenzy, right? Stop using the Force and look with your own eyes to assess them.” Brennie said before stalking up to Willow and she perked up at recognizing something before backing away with a horny lick of her chops as she wagged her eyebrows, her fur turning to iridescent white goo.
“He looks like a Sith. Red cape, crown and glowing yellow eyes. He’s holding himself in a friendly manner that seems honest, not showing any sort of hostility.” Vinnie reported before Brennie used her bushy tail to flick the door controls, closing it behind her.
“Keep an eye out. Now, c’mere~.” Brennie turned to red slime and kissed her wife, groaning along with her before they melded and Winnie eagerly rushed to the entertainment center, booting up the remake of KOTOR with her tail hands pulling her shorts off.
“Okay, let’s just game, chill and have some quality me time.” Winnie solidified into a white, red and black draco-fox and grunted when her massive tail-hand fingers began jilling her wet cunt.
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“Life as a pirate is so much more interesting than being Steele Tech’s whipping girl.” Anno commented after things calmed down from the shockwave and Berserker’s red alert, only for Runner to confirm that Jane already had the situation in hand or something. Being the big-brain scientist left her out of the loop a lot and with both Shekka and Hildra often busy-.
“Hey, wrench wench! Where’s the fun at?” Anno squeaked when she was suddenly picked up by her waist and she looked at her molester to see Khorgan was her assaulter. She calmed down, because unlike if it was some other random Thraggen, Khorgan was already deeply seated into a relationship with those she considered ‘superiors’. She wouldn’t risk pissing them off.
“I don’t know, maybe you should peel off my suit and find it~?” The white slime jackal Diamond Dog lilted in the hopes of getting some action, only for the huge green battle babe to put her on her paws again to her disappointment. “Oh, you mean the experimental Mobile Suit weapons I’m working on. Are you sure the Green Goblin is worth risking on weapons testing?”
“He’s a Rodi. If he gets fucked up, he can be fixed. That's why I went for a Rodi frame, not a Gilda frame.” Khorgan’s reply made Anno wince. The Gilda Mobile Suit Frame was both a ridiculously overengineered powerhouse and a liability because of its overengineering. It had digitigrade legs, for fuck’s sake. Having armor kits that don’t use the extra joint made it worse!
That it was named after Gilda, a legendary Undead Imperial Agent, was testament to both its stalwart combat capability along with its admittedly short-sighted lack of flexibility. Gilda to a T. “Okay, fair enough. If we do get our hands on a Gilda frame, though, I’d still want to have a shot at improving it without eliminating its strengths. Go to Bay 5 for weapons testing.”
That bay was built exclusively for handling dangerous or untested ship/mobile suit equipment. Anno wasn’t a former Head Researcher for Akkadi R&D of Steel Tech for no reason. Having the Freedom to tinker was better than almost anything! Well...it wasn’t worth losing her sister and landing herself on Tarkus in the first place…
“Hey, c’mon. No sad-ears.” Anno yelped when she was tossed over Khor’s shoulder with the green amazon’s hand groping her ass!
Fun time after all~!

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Ch.91
Ch.91
“Hello, I’m Tenca Undald, the greasiest blade master in three galaxies.” The boar-man said with a bow. “I’m an anarchist, I will treat you how you treat me, but if you use me, hurt me or my friends? I will repay that injustice a thousand times over.”
I could sense the turmoil in this man’s mind, hundreds of thousands of voices baying for blood and death. Blood for the blood god. Oh Hell no! Human Me knows what that is! Begone Paraplegic Sociopath! Thine altars of blood and thrones of skulls are unwanted here!
“Don’t worry, I ignore voices, but they get loud at times.” The boar said with a bow, a long braid of pink hair sliding out from under his cloak. “They annoy others more now than I. A being in another realm.”
“Cool, okay, please don’t cause us all to die on accident either. Welcome to Tarkus, the local life system is oil-based, not water-based. The only fully-fledged city is on this continent to the south.” I told the scary orc. Not an Ork, but an Orc.
“Hm, I wonder if Valky is up?” The orc said before walking south from the wreckage.
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Winnie paused the game and the tail-hands playing with her puss and about to feed a chip to its toothy doom. “I thought they were content with-oh. Not local. Okay then, so I don’t have to appease Khorne here too.” Winnie then delivered the chip to its doom and she was about to unpause the game when her husbands burst in. “Oh, c’mon. I’m about to kill-.”
“Oh, so it’s nothing that serious. Alright.” Kevin huffed in relief and the two larger Marines similarly deflated at the prompt resolution to their tired battle-readiness.
“Nope. Now get on this bed and fuck me while I play.” Winnie ordered them and used her fun-time tail-hand to spread her openings invitingly. “C’mon, get over here. I really tired you all out, get some anger-sex in while I’m willing.”
“Um, but Willow had nothing to do with it. I’d feel wrong for indulging in anger-sex with her involved.” Edward voiced and got nods from the other two, causing Winnie’s brow to sprout an ‘anger’ mark.
“I wouldn’t have offered it if I was against it! Fuck me now or I’m putting you three on the couch so damn hard, they’ll have to couch-dive to find you!” Winnie threatened furiously and Rico promptly got under her, moving her like she was weightless. “Hey~. Rico. Gonna be my-uhn~. Fuck yeah~.” Winnie moaned and kissed Rico as her puss was penetrated.
“I guess I have the backdoor.” Edward said when Kevin gestured him forward.
“Mm~! I-I’m not sucking you off, Kevin. Sorry. I’ll give you a tail-job while they-unf, go at me and I keep playing.” Winnie panted as her big dark husband began sawing in and out of her quim.
“What about your tits?” Kevin’s question confused her. Oh, right, they’re fuckable! Oh, no wait.
“Same issue. You’d be blocking the screen.” Winnie pouted at the game, then rolled her eyes and tossed the controller into her cleavage before the screen vanished. “Fuck it, fuck me. I’d rather go all out than leave you hanging.”
Kevin and Edward took a tit each and poked at her nipples with their-
“Willow? You hear about what John fou-oh fuck~.” Marcus said, opening the door, only to pause at the sight of his fused parents as Winnie got pounded.
“Unf~! H-Hey Marcus, what’s up? Fuck, yes~!” Winnie growled in pleasure, her husbands going at it like lust-filled madmen. “Oh~. D-don’t just stand there, baby. Come here, take my ass or my mouth~.” Winnie opened her mouth wide at him, her tongue lolling as she eyed him hungrily.
“I, uh, just bust my nuts in aunt Visi. I’m-.” Winnie’s eyes shined pink and a tail-hand extended across the room, enlarged comically in size to wrap him in its grasp and pull him onto the bed behind her ass, which the other tail-hand spread open invitingly. “I’m not usually one for anal, but I can’t say no to a fake butthole.” Winnie rolled her eyes. It may be cosmetic, but it’s-.
“Fuck~!” Edward snarled as he started cumming in her left breast and Winnie’s brain dropped into her tits as she came along with him.
“Nyuh~! Yes! Fill me~!” Winnie wailed as her breasts expanded, filling with his seed since however her boobs worked, it linked their fluids together, keeping them even. Kevin and Rico grunted and burst inside of her, making her black out in pleasure.
She came to some time later to being perched on tits the size of weather balloons and Marcus fucking her ass. The others seem to have left after blowing their loads once and she pouted through the pleasure at being given only one serving of their cummies. Also, it was odd how all the fluid that entered her vagina went to her boobs too. She felt oddly empty in her core.
“Hm, are you alright?” Marcus asked as he stopped his thrusting and tapped her ass. Heh.
“I just feel empty in my core. It all went to my boobs, but that’s not bad.” Winnie cooed.
“Did…did you want babies?” Marcus felt her shiver when he said the ‘b’ word.
“Oh yes~. Always, but it might be better that I seem to have instinctively shut off the extra wombs in my tits and routed all the spoo to there.” Winnie shook her massive 8-foot wide tits and they sloshed and wobbled like water balloons instead of tight drums like she was used to.
Marcus pulled out of her ass and aimed for her pussy. “I’ll give you all the babies you want~.”
“Like I said, sweetie, not now. Feel free to go at any hole you want though~.” Winnie cheered and rested more on her sloshing cum-balloon boobs. Hnng~. The sloshing is so good~.
“I know, role playing.” Marcus chuckled before jackhammering away at her delicious quim.
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“Lonely.” Mimi bemoaned, the demon wolfess longing to play a game with that goofy prince. “Why did you have to leave, Rex~?”
“You could just go.” Her Tartarus Slime friend, Visca, huffed. She looked like an alicorn since she, along with all Tartarus Slimes, are descended from Ninia: the First Tartarus Slime and former ruler of their sister dimension’s Tartarus. “It’s free to go over there now and if you have an ID you’ll drop in his lap.” Visca stated as she put her purse on the counter of their flat.
“But he might be in a fight! Besides, I’m no soldier. Just because I know how to use a gun and have martial arts training like most Devorak citizens, that still doesn’t make me a warrior.” Mimi mewled, the nearly-naked Dire Wolfess long-descended from the Marines slumped in her extra-plush red gaming chair and caused her blood-red fur to nearly blend into it.
“What if he doesn’t need another warrior right now? What if he needs a friend to confide with, even sexually~?” Visca teased, wiggling her brows at Mimi, who became flustered at the notion.
“Visca!” The slime mare, like most slimes, had a job related to sexual fluids. Visca went straight for the groin, literally, outright choosing to be a prostitute. This made Mimi, who was practically a virgin, a constant victim of her friend/roommate’s lewd teasing. They made out sometimes.
“Oh forget it, I’m doing it for you.” Visca huffed, clearly frustrated and she went to the wall-mounted high-security communication system every Devorak living space had. Mimi stuttered in disbelief at this jump to action, giving Visca time to enter their IDs
“N-no, wait! What if he’s in the middle of combat?! The operators might not check since we’re always at war somewhere and-!” Mimi couldn’t finish before Visca pressed the last buttons and the next thing they both knew, they were not in their humble flat in Marijoise, New Gnisis, on the planet Visilia XIV. Instead, they were in the passenger seats of a beautiful ship interior.
Mimi could hear Rex groaning from up ahead and looking towards his voice, they saw the cockpit and through the canopy, they could tell that they were in space. “Whoa. It sounds like he’s having a good time up there. Let’s go find out why and with who~.” Visca cooed and got to her hooves, Mimi jumped to her paws and squeezed Visca’s wings fretfully.
“Why did you do this?! He could be sexing a ship interface in the middle of combat to enhance its automated systems! I told you he might be in a battle!” Mimi hissed at her friend before they entered the cockpit to see all was calm outside of the ship, but Rex was practically tied to the seat with a very enthusiastic mechanical cocksleeve really working his shaft. “Oh wow…”
“N-nyuh~? Wh-who’s there?!” Rex panted, the sync helmet firmly clamped over his head, keeping even that secure. He was still dressed, but the ship had clearly opened his fly to get at his goods. “W-What are you doing on board the Runner?!” Rex demanded frantically, clearly afraid since he couldn’t see them with the ship pumping the sleeve on his-. “Oh~!”
Mimi felt her nips harden and her quim moisten when she heard the loud, audible glorps and slaps of his cum gushing into the thirsty machine. Oh fuck! She knew since he was a Royal, that he must have the cum volume of legends, but to witness the otherwise fit and lean stallion cumming buckets with each pulse of his loins made her so thirsty!
“Damn, boy, are you throwing fish in there? Ha-hah-really though, you cum loud as fuck. I think that’s pretty cool (https://youtu.be/j5gDiXNjhEc).” Visca casually commented and Mimi stuttered and stammered.
“Uhn~! V-Visca?! What are y-you-nnnng~! Hah, d-doing h-here~?!” Rex asked between gasps and pants of breath, his incredible continuous orgasm was making Mimi pant too, her tail fluffing up and her modest bowling-ball breasts swelled a quarter again their size into near basketball territory, making her lazy bra creak in protest.
“I brought Mimi to you since she clearly misses you. From the look of things, you miss her as well~.” Visca bit her lip at the glorious sight, before looking at Mimi to see the state she was in.
“Back! Back you beasts! These are my cummies! I may not get to make beautiful pups with them, but hot damn is he filling my bioreactor~!” The ship declared with a tone of ecstasy.
“A-A-Auntie Vinnie, don’t say stuff like that~!” Rex moaned loudly as his cock throbbed even harder, the pumping flow of cum surging a bit. Good gods, how much can he cum~?!
“You don’t want my puppies~? Am I just an old ship you fly around~?” The ship mewled cutely, Rex grit his teeth as he had another loud orgasm before his previous one even ended!
“Oh my gosh I think I’m gonna cum just witnessing this.” Mimi panted and Visca patted her panty-clad butt in sympathy, the veteran cum-dumpster more able to restrain her Lust.
“Fuck~! I’ve never cum so hard in my life~! Masturbating j-just-guh~!” Rex bellowed bestially.
“Uhn~! Yes! Overflow my tanks and force me to vent it~!” The ship panted as they turned towards a base of some kind.
“Hey, can you make a ship pregnant? I would love to see you try, boy~.” Visca taunted and Mimi creamed herself at the mere thought of it.
“N-nope! C-can’t get preggers wh-when I’m like this~!” The ship responded as they flew into a spacious hangar bay in the side of a cliff that was near a new colony city.
“Then I’m holding you down when you're not. I love seeing my friends getting knocked up or impregnating someone.” Visca purred with a grope of her basketball boobs which Mimi was so envious of. Sure, as slime, Visca can take any shape, but she preferred the Royal Proportions.
“She’s my a-aunt~!” Rex grunted before with one last groan, glorp and splat, he finished cumming moments after the ship finished landing. “Ugh...I feel so empty in the best way.”
“Aw, no more left for Mimi~.” Visca teased and Mimi squeaked, having gotten caught up in the moment and had been masturbating before being outed as being present.
“M-Mimi?! I wasn’t imagining-oh no! D-don’t look at me~! I-I’m not presentable!” Rex fretted, but his dick, now free of the ship’s milker, quickly re-hardened and throbbed. The pillar of dark red, nearly black, horsemeat was slick from the ship’s lubricant and shiny in the light, highlighting every vein and the ridges of his medial ring and flare. Mimi suddenly felt weak in the knees.
“Also I’m still gonna have you fuck them both while I watch~. I find the idea of you impregnating them both even hotter with the incest bit~.” Visca purred before licking Rex’s 2 foot cock.
“Visca!” Mimi snarled and pulled her promiscuous friend off of her hopefully-more-than-a-friend.
“Hey, Rex! Are you-oh, hello. Who are you two ladies?” Questioned a handsome burly dracowolf who was wearing a full military uniform. He towered over the three of them and filled the central alley with his muscular bulk. If Mimi’s horniness wasn’t so laser-focused on Rex right now, this total stud would’ve made her a drooling dumb mess.
“I’m Visca, the dick-hypnotized bitch is Mimi. We’re Rex’s online friends from Devorak and the Transdimensional Operator sent us here at my request.” Visca answered calmly as she raked his covered form with her eyes. “Who are you, delicious drink of manliness?”
“Marcus. Prince Marcus if you want to go for titles since you’re not military. I just finished my own business and was coming to retrieve my younger brother. Did Aunt Vinnie finally pop your cherry properly, little brother?”
“It doesn’t count if it’s a sex toy, which I am right now, so no, he’s still a Vaginal Virgin.” The ship, Vinnie-wait! Mimi’s brain caught up with everything. This is the Runner! Oh gods, Mimi just watched Rex get sexed by his aunt when she was a ship! This was so intimate! Even more than just happening upon him in a sex chair!
“Ah, I see.” Marcus nodded before looking at Mimi, who was dumbstruck by realization and chuckled at the puddle she was making on the floor. “Rex, I think you need to take care of your crush.” Rex grumbled under his breath, but he couldn’t deny the truth: Mimi definitely has the hots for him, just as much as he does for her.
“Okay, I still want to watch.” Visca purred before patting the seat of the Runner. “And to see a goddess get her brains fucked full of babies~.”
“We’re on strike right now~.” The Runner joked with a satisfied lilt.
“Rex…” Mimi spoke before she stood before him, stripped her underwear off before she sat on his lap with his massive member sandwiched in her bubble booty and holding her up as he shuddered, still tied down by seat restraints and the helmet. “Let me make this clear: you will not impregnate any other bitch before me, same goes for marriage. Do I make myself clear?”
“You’re the only girl I want to have babies with!” Rex declared, slobber practically flying from his lips as his dick creaked and pulsed with desire, as if he didn’t just cum enough to fill a swimming pool. “Marcus, Aunt Vinnie, please tell me you have a Navel Pearl! If I do her without it, she’ll pop!” This made Mimi moan and soak his lap with her juices at the thought of being his condom.
“Right here~!” The Runner sang as a cabinet opened up to reveal a Navel Pearl.
“I-I know I’m horny, b-but here? N-now? Can’t we do this somewhere more...romantic?” Mimi pleaded and Rex’s hard-on practically shot back into his groin and she yelped, hanging on his shoulders without the large penis keeping her upright. “Rex?”
“My Lady demands romance! Release me immediately so I may woo her!” Rex hammed and Mimi laughed hysterically. This was why she fucking Loved the dork~!
“Yeah, you definitely got that from dad!” Marcus laughed before helping his brother out of his confinement.
“You two are so cute! Make beautiful grand-nieces and nephews on your honeymoon~!” The Runner called after them when Rex picked her up in a princess carry and hurried out of the ship.
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“Well...this was both expected and pleasant to run into.” Visilia laughed after she bounced off the sloshing wall of titflesh that had filled Willow’s room. “I see red, are you fused right now?”
“Yes~.” Winnie called, her voice muffled by the all of cum, milk and flesh filling her room. Marcus stuffed her tits until they filled the room, the perv having turned off the dimensional scaling feature so he’d be able to escape her once she was too big to escape. He even removed her Nipple Studs, the clever bastard. She raised such a devious, degenerate, delicious son.
“Wanna be the Dairy Cow for the evening? I know all of our troops will be thrilled to taste you~.” Visi teased with a lick of her lips, knowing Winnie couldn’t see her. Her wives were tasty.
“Oh, yes~!” Winnie humped at her tits in excitement as her breasts churned in the process of converting cum to milk for her troops. “Please, Visi, get me out of here! I need to feed our warriors and boost their morale~! They need their queen!” The dracofox whimpered needily.
“Hm, no, I think I’ll leave you here with the milker and a line outside your door as the soldiers are served.” Visi laughed evilly as she thought about other plans that will take place besides feeding the masses. “Do this and I’ll reward you~.”
“Reward me with what?” Winnie asked as she kneaded her wall of titflesh.
“A whole row of people willing to fuck their queen into a sex coma~.” Visi purred and Winnie moaned needily, so many of her accumulative kinks hitting her in the ovaries. “Oh, thank you for your prompt arrival.” Visi said to the Raskvel who wheeled in a milker that was in storage. “You’ll have to squeeze in to get the cups over her likely enormous nips.”
“Or we could just turn the room’s dimensional scaling back on?” One of the rabbit reptiles replied before doing exactly that just inside the door. Shortly, Winnie was no longer sandwiched against the far wall by her tits and they weren’t filling up the rest of the space either. “Alright, let’s get these beauties pumping!”
“Oh, Marcus, you sly bastard~! I’m fucking him into a sex coma the next time I see-oh~!” Winnie moaned when some of the rasks drank straight from the tap, while others began setting up the pumps. Winnie grunted and panted in pleasure when the suction began pulling her divine milk.
“I’m sure you will.” Visilia chuckled as she watched her wife get milked and even licked her lips as she caressed her clothed bosom in arousal. “Welcome! Are you here to simply drink or are you here to fuck your queen senseless?” Visilia asked when the first several Argentine soldiers arrived. Predictably enough, they were all Crusaders.
“Fuck her senseless!” Many of the men cheered and Winnie’s face glowed at the announcement of their intention for tonight. So many fantasies were becoming reality~!
“Too bad we can’t breed her too.” A few dozen of them rubbed their nuts as they got drinks.
“Sorry boys and dick-girls. We’re on ‘Strike’.” Visilia laughed before Winnie wailed in pleasure.

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Ch.92
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~!

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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 (https://youtu.be/AToJekZdLIE)!” 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.

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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.

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“You don’t want my help with names.” Nexus declared unhappily as she played with a slinky of all things in her chair. Apparently she was doing other things wirelessly through her supreme synthetic systems, but right now she didn’t have anything for her physical body to do. Well, besides having sex, but unlike the rest of us she has the ability to control her great libido.
“Aw, why not?” I mewled unhappily, getting the odd sense that I’m missing out on hot sex.
“I’ve accepted over thousands of years that I am terrible at naming things. Do you want your Mobile Suits named Smacky McSmackington and Buttplugger? Because that’s how you get names like that: have me do it.” Nexus replied, the familiarly hyper-hourglassed synthetic Quarian warned us with pouty disappointment and I withheld a snort at the examples.
“You must have a good one.” Jimbo probed with that gentle tone he liked to use when someone wasn’t happy about something, so Nexus must be honestly upset about this issue.
“I’ve had three. The Starhammer, The Pillar of Creation, and The Jewel of Kamino. They’re all dick jokes. Pretty much anything else I ‘named’ was a contribution by a friend or lover. Or rather, the half of me that isn’t a massive dork.” Nexus snorted self-deprecatingly with a wry smile.
“Oh.” Well shit. I’m bad at names too. I mean, I named my old starfighter The Morph after what Rivala was before Luster Dawn restored her back into a full fairy. I should hang out with my oldest friend/lover again. She’s been in Lusty’s womb so much lately that we haven’t spent time together without someone else involved.
“Well, Jane and I aren’t the most inventive with names either. I almost wanted the call my MS the Reiterpallasch, but its default weapon isn’t a rapier, so I’m hesitant.” Jimbo prodded and I nodded in agreement. That’s a frou-frou name. The Strike Sword and Zaku Warrior are more brutal than that.
“Eh, I’d use sex puns.” Nexus suggested before groaning. “And my timer went off on my sex drive cool down. Hold on, let me turn that back on.” Nexus grumbled with her glowing optics flashing multiple colors for a moment. “There, my brain isn’t stuck on lewd stuff now. Okay, fine. How do you feel about these names? Lucille, Shimora, Lunahisa, Meen-Rei-.”
“Yew’re just naming Displaced ya know.” I accused mulishly and Nexus nodded. “Fine. C’mon Jimbo, we’ve gotta figure out names ourselves.” I grabbed his much larger hand and pulled him out of the literal Deus Ex Machina’s workshop with said goddess waving smugly.
“Let’s just think about it, no use stressing over it.” Jimbo grumbled as he patted my shoulder.
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“Hot fuck you people are awesome.” Syri Dorna, now reduced to perhaps the most potent Empyreal on record, said as she sashayed out of the lab the Marines and Vanico had purged her Demonic Taint from her to the point of coating the room in it. The fact it gushed out of her tits like they were hydrants was both epic and deeply unnerving to all involved.
“I think I almost impregnated you.” Vanico joked since everyone was sterilized with magic first.
“Considering all the shit I’ve been through, I think I’m ready to get out of my old career. If You did, I wouldn’t have gotten mad...for long.” Syri chuffed, the ten foot tall amazon looking down at the queens and then up at the kings. “So, what do I owe you? You don’t just do something like this without expecting backpay.” Syri asked with her large fluffy hands on her pup-bearing hips.
“Well, I’m your sister, so I’d want to say you’re clear, but I can’t just hand out favors like this all the time.” Vanico mentioned unhappily and Syri perked so hard her nipples visibly hardened and leaked some milk instead of Taint. “Oh, fuck, right. You’re the sexual aggressor who has a ladyboner for your twin sister when I’ve always been the reluctant gatekeeper.”
“You can fuck your sister later. First, I need to confirm if you’ll be willing to join the Empyreals. There’s no way in Hell we can get all of the Taint out of you. Especially with Wiatr being in pieces right now.” Brennie informed the jackal.
“How about no? My last job was as a member of Steele Tech Security. I want to get away from that life, at least for a bit. That was what led me to being trapped for three years leaching off the Taint from that skull in the sky.” Syri huffed and everyone perked.
“Oh...then we owe you, still. You doing that is likely the only reason why Isillit isn’t a Lust Demon Queen instead of you.” Vinnie stated and everyone else nodded in agreement.
“Okay, well, I don’t know what to ask for beyond a place to sleep, food to eat and maybe a shooting range. I may not want to be on active duty right now, but I love keeping my skills sharp.” Syri suggested and the others all shrugged. “Great. Now, what’s this about you being my sister? Don’t tell me those Akkadi fucks put you through an experiment for failure.”
“Nope! I fell in with the best crowd and got turned into slime, sis! I’m Vanico right now, a fusion of Visilia Themis, Anno Dorna and Cocoa. I’m Neapolitan!” Vanico declared egotistically and then cooed when all three heads got pets from Brennie, Vinnie and Kevin at once. “Roo~, yes~. I’m a good puppy~.”
“My fucking gosh you’re hotter than ever, sis. Welp, I’m gonna follow you around until I’ve got my digs assigned, then I’ll crash for some fucking sleep. I haven’t slept in 3 years. Couldn’t with the constant invigoration that place kept pumping me full of.” Syri shivered with a lustful grin. “So full of.” She got gently booped with the Horny Jail Bat and she sighed in relief. “Thanks.”
“No need to wait. Just ask someone to take you to the Bebop.” Edward told her while the others lavished the triple-flavored slime cerberus in attention. “We’re going to be busy here.”
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“So you’re Anno’s twin sister?” Lucatiel, currently in her normal fluffy tiger-hawk Griffin form, asked the hulking amazon black jackal Diamond Dog curiously. The ten foot tall mini-giantess was stretching out an inadequate tank top with her beach-ball boobas and filling skin-tight jeans so well she had plenty of ass-cleavage on display. “Fraternal? Because I don’t see it.”
“100% twin and then some. We even had Chimerism before we were transformed, so we were an unknown mix of each other’s genes on top of being twins. Shame our triplet sister didn’t form properly and we absorbed her, but that’s life.” Syri shrugged, sending her chest bouncing before she began chugging the Nutrition Flask she must’ve been given by an Argentine.
“Only love can save me now (https://youtu.be/hRAdR9ryTbk)~.” The newest annoying noodle sang in the background winding through the air. Well, Lucatiel only thinks they’re annoying when they’re not being stupidly sexy silly studs or sluts. She’d gone into Jovia to see if the DE needed maintenance, which it did after the Marines kept overloading it, those inconsiderate-.
“Wanna fuck?” Lucatiel spat out her coffee at the casual offer from the busty bulky beauty.
“N-no! I don’t even know you!” Lucatiel flushed hotly through her simulated facial plumage. “I-I mean, I’ve banged a bunch of strangers lately, but I’m trying not to fall into the same lewdness as everyone else. I’ve got too much work to do, even with Anno as my pilot.”
“Aw, so you gave my Big Sis a ride and won’t let me on?” Syri pouted with her blue eyes giving the Cybertronian Griffin a smokey come-hither gaze. “I’m a veteran MS pilot from the Akkadi Engineering Corps. I could drive you like you were my bitch.” Syri lustfully growled and Lucatiel was so horny now that her already basketball-sized boobs had swollen to near-beach balls, causing her blouse to launch buttons across the room and give her absolute cleavage.
“Date first~.” The noodle sang to Syri before handing her the pamphlet of a nearby restaurant.
“Don’t need to go anywhere for a date. Especially when my ride is my transport. C’mon little birdy, I’ll drive.” Syri bent over at the hips, her tits smishing into Luca’s and the hen’s pupils had turned to hearts. No way could she say no now!
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“Has anybody seen Luca? She didn’t show up for her shift.” Jet asked over the conference call that was the end of the day debrief before everyone officially had no work to be done.
“She was last seen going out to the plains where she performed all sorts of acrobatics. Maybe someone took her out for a stress test without permission?” Anno suggested. She was sharing the same screen as Visilia and Cocoa for some reason and looked even perkier than usual. Considering the somewhat ditzy scientist’s chipper personality, that was rather impressive.
“You mean without telling anyone. Remember that Cybertronians have their own agency, they’re not just vehicles to keep track of.” Brennie said firmly and Anno’s ears wilted. “None of that, we’re still new to you, just don’t get caught in that line of thinking.”
“Sorry. Luca and I have kinda been exclusive outside of when she’s on her shifts, so I’m feeling a bit possessive…” Anno admitted a bit sadly and Jet sighed.
“That’s something you need to handle on your own time. Otherwise, have a good evening people.” Jet shut off the call and wondered when those friends he called in would show up.
“Matchmaking is hard.” Aphrodite, one of Eris’s many daughters, grumped nearby.
“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Eris asked the flamingo/tropical bird noodle since she’d been clinging to Jet like a lifeline. Then again, ever since her powers were restricted, she’s been in desperate need of support. Jet was more than willing to be her rock in this scary new time of her life.
“Everyone just wants to jump straight to sex! No one wants to do romance like dates or little gestures or-wah~.” Aphrodite wept and Jet sighed as he helped soothe the noodle wrapped around her mama’s neck. He too lamented the days of romance polite society afforded people. Sadly, this universe had devolved into a pit of scum and villainy that made such things wasteful.
“Jet, I know the day’s work is done, but I just got a hail from a ship that jumped into the system and they’re asking for you.” Jet perked at the call that came up on the Bebop’s console.
“Is the ship a big green leaf-shaped eyesore called the Blade?” Jet asked hopefully and Eris choked and sputtered.
“W-wait! You mean she wasn’t around back then because she’s from this time?!” Eris demanded and Jet looked at his girlfriend in confusion, the Time Serpent Draconequus looked beyond annoyed. “I was looking all over for this horny bitch! I figured she would’ve made such a good member of Nexus’s harem, too!”
“Considering she and her sister have serious trust issues, I don’t know if that’s even possible. Her species was discovered shortly after the Empire fell anyway.” Jet mumbled as he brought up the hail. “This is Jet-.”
“Hey you old horndog!” Cheered the voice of a woman so self-assured that Jet realized why he felt so comfortable with Jane when they first met. Both the salty slime dog and this ex-girl-oh. Oh no. Jet just realized-. “Still single?” Shit… “Uh-oh, silence. Damn. I guess he’s off the menu, Kally.” Maybe this wasn’t a good idea in hindsight.
“Kiro, stop teasing him.” A slightly older, more gentle woman’s voice chided the other. “Hi Jet. So this is the Rebellion you pitched to us, huh? Really big compared to what you mentioned a month ago.” The line opened up visual, revealing two hyper-busty Tanuki babes with enormously fluffy tails. Both looked like they’d sprung out of the Golden Age with their figures.
The clearly younger one wore a skintight red unitard with a window for her deep cleavage and cut off at her biceps and thighs to let her mocha fur show. The barely older one wore a much more ‘dated’ outfit that wouldn’t be out of place on a tavern wench from old sailing tales, but with a miniskirt instead of a full one. Both had long, flowing, billowing manes to go with their tails.
“Oh~, so Jet dated you two?” Eris purred in Jet’s ear while Aphrodite calmed down, sleeping on her mother’s neck at the comforting sensation of romantic tension. “I thought you were the sort to go for quiet, polite and ladylike girls.” Oh, no, shots fired!
“Yeah, why do you think we’re his exes? Yeah, we could get him up, but we couldn’t hold on to him, the gentleman that he is.” Kiro, the spunkier one, pouted and crossed her arms under her bust intentionally. “I see his taste in physical beauty hasn’t degraded.”
“Why, thank you. I’m trying to dial back my shenanigans for him since I also need to slow down for my health. I’m Eris, the Goddess of Time. It’s far more Chaotic than most people imagine.” Eris introduced herself and while Kally looked a bit worried, Kiro just got a bigger grin.
“Are you open to swinging~? You seem the kind of girl I’d love to f-mmph!” Kiro was interrupted by Kally shoving her amazing tail fluff into her sister’s face.
“Sis, we are here for serious matters! Ahem. We’re here to join since we’re sick of dodging the Corps and Govs just to survive. What do we need to do?” Kally asked while her sister wrestled against the tail that was so fluffy it could have a person curled up inside the space it took up. Hot damn, Jet was remembering why he went through a Tanuki phase. Hnng, those tails.
“Just accept the IFF code and set it as your signature. Welcome to the Rebel Alliance.” Jet sent it and Kiro managed to escape her sister’s tail floof in time to start cursing before Kally hung up.
“So~. You called up your exes, hm?” Eris asked with a teasing lilt and she straddled his lap before he could get out of the chair and kissed him with her tits pressing into his throat. “*smooch* I’m okay with it, so long as you keep me in your heart.” Eris assured him as she kneaded his pecs near his sternum. “However, I don’t think you know what you’ve done.”
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“Tanuki do what?” Visilia, Brennie and Vinnie all asked with drool on their lips, hearts for pupils in their optics and their nipples bullet hard in their clothes. The rest of the Argentines in attendance of the impromptu briefing that was assembled due to the species the crew of the new corvette-cruiser joining the fleet were more subdued, but no less surprised.
“They absorb humidity in the air to rapidly convert ingested nutrition into highly nutritious semen and breast milk. Tanuki hail from the Kui-Tan system in Andromeda and were discovered shortly after the Fall of the Empire. So this is officially our First Contact with them as a species.” Marcus announced seriously with clear interest.
“This sounds like the mythological tales of the Tanuki from back home. More or less. Although, these ones are a bit excessive.” Kevin remembered the stories his father would tell him. Maybe they could use this information to tease a certain Grey Jedi relative of theirs in the future.
“Just be aware that they have no Females. Tanuki are near-exclusively Hermaphroditic with the very rare Male. Before they were discovered, testicular or mammary immobility was a genuine issue for the species since they’d evolved in a moisture-rich, nutrition-dense environment that was, oddly, short of readily harvestable food sources. So they evolved to absorb nutrition and concentrate it for distribution like Changeling Honeypots.”
“Which became a problem when they got more advanced and suddenly didn’t need to share their nutrition around.” Brennie theorized and got a nod from her son. “So it makes sense their transition to space-faring society was rather easy when they could recycle their own nutrition.” Brennie scanned the document on her omni-tool to verify this.
“Especially since their homeworld was forcibly seized and turned into an agri-world exclusive for farming non-native crops. Ones chosen specifically because the Tanuki are allergic to them.” A Scinox officer pointed out with enraged disgust. “The Empire was gone barely a decade and everything Harmonia espoused was thrown in the garbage.”
“So, they had to abandon their homeworld and flee with what they had on hand?” Vinnie questioned with a scowl.
“With convenient junker ships provided ‘free of charge’ for them to find new homes. Obviously, since they’ve ended up in a similar situation that the Quarians back in the day had: they weren’t welcome elsewhere on a permanent basis. At least due to their ‘unclean’ natures, they still maintain rather robust immune systems.” Visilia read with her fangs bared.
“I’m surprised there were none among the pirates or rebellion before this.” Admiral Thaddeus commented with bemusement.
“They came from Andromeda, through old ways. Those crazy canids used the Warp to get here. I suppose being outcasts from polite society as a whole tends to make people desperate and thus resourceful.” Edward sneered in disgust and admiration.
“There is nothing polite in a society conditioned the way it is by MegaCorps and Puppet Governments.” Brennie scoffed at even the sarcastic notion and how blatantly stupid people have become.
“That said, they’re considered endangered in spite of their prodigal natural virility and fertility due to the restrictions of their environment. The path ahead is clear as it has been in the past.” King Hydrax declared with certainty. “Not to mention their natural traits, unaltered by magic or science, are clearly to the liking of a majority of this room.”
“Fuck yes!” Said majority chorused eagerly and the ancient Tartarus Demon King chuckled.
“Sirs and Ma’ams, another ship just came out of Warp. It's a Tanuki Liveship wanting to trade and dock for a few weeks. They followed the beacon set by the Blade.” Everyone looked at each other with a mixture of exasperation and concern. They’re desperate.
“Tell them they can stay as long as they wish and they are free to join the civilian flotilla.” King Hydrax declared to the agreement of those around him. Not because he’s the King, but because they agreed. So long as the reason was reasonable, he would always at least listen to an objection. “In fact, they can even land ships on Tarkus. Extend our hospitality.”
A display of light went off not too far off in space in the shape of a leaf with a circular portion missing on one side. Suddenly the Blade and the unnamed Liveship began slowly approaching Tarkus instead of holding their distance. “Well, they’re eager.” Rico commented glumly.
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I don’t know why, but the Force insisted I be in this terminal at the Nova public spaceport. I’d left Jimbo to keep thinking about names for our Mobile Suits while I let the Force guide me again. I really, really hope that this isn’t another situation like with Tecai. Please don’t be a Sith Lord barely clinging to reason and morality. I gawked at the tide of aliens that suddenly began filling the terminal. Oh my gosh, they’re all turbo-hot! Who and what are they?!
“Well! I see someone’s gobsmacked at our beauty!” A voice similar to mine stated and I focused on the utterly gorgeous mocha-furred woman with a chocolate mane of hair approaching me. She wore a red unitard that didn’t hide her cleavage or limbs and her paws were in high boots.
“She’s quite beautiful herself. Hey, mind giving us a tour? We’re going to be here for as long as the Alliance lets us.” The more ‘mature’ beauty next to this alien version of me said and I swallowed dryly.
“Which I hope is a long time~.” The younger babe lustfully looked me over and I nodded.
Force? I love you.

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Ch.96
“Jetty~!” Kiro cheered as she glomped the awkwardly embarrassed black diamond dog cyborg. “You sent your First Mate to come get us~! I knew you still cared!” I laughed at my friend’s uncomfortable wince as I used Kally’s shoulder to keep from doubling over.
“Jane went to go get you herself. She has this six sense of things she lets guide her a lot.” Jet excused and I nodded through my chuckling when Kiro looked at me for confirmation. “Still, if I was warned about you arriving before the night set in, I would’ve sent someone to get you.”
“We know that, Jet. Don’t try to defend yourself from accusations nobody’s made.” Kally gently chided him and I could see why the pair, because I just know they’re a package deal, caught Jet’s attention outside of their buxom beauty. Kally is definitely his kind of girl. Shame Kiro chased him off with her crassness, but then again, Eris wouldn’t have landed him.
“Yes, yes, Kal. Welcome to your new home for however long you wish to call it that. The Bebop isn’t just a ship, she’s home.” Jet declared proudly and I smiled at my friend’s deepest wish, for his ship to become a true home to his extended family, having come true during all of this.
“You’re more beautiful in person.” Eris purred to the two and Kiro thirstily licked her chops before she yipped at Kally tugging on her tail and pulling her away from Jet and his current beau.
“Sorry, but as much as I’d like to, I must stress that our policy about not rebounding to exes holds.” Kally declared firmly to her sister and with an apologetic glance at Jet.
“Aw, but Kally, he’s even hotter than before! He’s gotten all ruggedly handsome with that daddy-quality gristle. You can’t tell me you don’t wanna jump him!” Kiro whined, only for Kally’s cold glare to somehow nearly physically chill the air. Oh. Right. The Warp both created and powers Psykers. It makes sense that if they can travel it, that the Tanuki have Psykers.
“Aw, okay. Well Jane. I guess your new waifus have arrived.” Eris sighed dramatically and I fluffed up at the sudden turn and the two mocha-furred beauties turned predatory gazes on me.
I Love the Force~!
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“This may have been both a big mistake and a brilliant idea.” Marcus commented at the still growing fleet of junkers coming into the system in the middle of the ‘night’. “The sheer influx of potential skill and other important things populations provide is staggering. Especially since they’re nearly self-sustaining in how they recycle their own nutrition.”
“It’ll be fine.” Brennie assured her son with a pat on his shoulder. “When Life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When it gives you hyper-busty space-tanuki with expanding boobs and balls, give them a squeeze~.” Brennie purred with a powerful flesh-squishing grope of her own nightshirt clad bosom that also caused her nips to gush. “Oops.”
“Are you sure that isn’t your doing? You know, replenishing your milk tanks with more?” Marcus asked in confusion, because her breasts haven’t stopped producing the stuff despite that she’d left nearly all of the converted cum with Willow down on the Bebop.
“Maybe I’m pregnant with a small litter.” Brennie joked while pulling her son towards the bed.
“Small? Also, I thought you were on ‘Strike’.” Marcus raised a brow with an amused smile.
“Well, with how big my litters get I may not notice a small one. I’m not Visi. I’m Sex, not Fertility. It could be anyone’s too.” Brennie bit her lip and gently pushed her hunky gene-neutral son down onto the bed while straddling his abs, grinding her booty against his groin. All those Sex-focused people pouring into the system was getting her wet.
“Considering how many you’ve taken that time, they were pretty eager to make babies with you.” Marcus chuckled as he ran his hands along her waist and hips, getting a handful of her sexy bubbly ass and squeezed. “So, fama, want your studly son to have another stab at knocking you up so full of pups you not only can’t move, but you need a damn space station to handle all of the puppies?”
“Oh fuck yes~!” Brennie panted, her pupils were hearts as she dry humped his abs.
“Objection!” Visilia shouted the second she burst into the room and then spanked Brennie’s ass, making her squeak in surprise. “You’re not pregnant you goob! We’re on Strike! Unbirth him if you wanna feel preggers so bad.” Visi chided her wife and let her triplet-sized tummy out for emphasis. “I’ve still got Shekka and Hildra in here to sate my brood-lust. Where’s Pandora?”
“Right here~!” Pandora popped into reality, but she wasn’t alone. “And I brought backup!” Twilight Sparkle, the one from Meen-Rei and Neethsi’s universe who was in the Harem, gave a wave to the duo on the bed with a mild bemused expression. “I would’ve brought Felsa, but she’s on a contract to deal with a total asshat on Collatorus XII.”
“Ugh! As soon as she’s done, bring her over. That is, if she doesn’t have any more contracts to complete.” Brennie groaned in annoyance before her purple alicorn wife spoke up.
“Hey, sweetie. Wow, she wasn’t pulling my leg: you really are slime. Yeah, I can see Nocturnal kidnapping you.” Twilight giggled before looking over Marcus. “Mm, son is a stud~.”
“Yes. Isn’t he just so sexy you could bend over and get bred by him?” Brennie boasted proudly, only to yelp when she was levitated by her legs, which spread open. “V-Visi wait-uhn~!” Brennie wailed in pleasure when Twilight was shoved face-first into her thirsty snatch.
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“Alright, so, I’m across the hall. If ya need me.” I awkwardly said to Kiro and Kally Tamahime. The beautiful sisters had been teasing and enticing me through the brief tour I had given them of the Bebop, which was paradoxically both impossibly big inside yet still compact enough to get anywhere quickly. The room they were taking used to be Anno, Shekka and Hildra’s. They’ve moved to the Vengeful Retributor for...obvious reasons. Dang you Visi, hoarding the nerds.
“Mind if we just cut to the chase and sleep in your room~?” Kiro purred thirstily and I panted when she pushed her bust into mine, pressing me against my door and smishing our tits. “Gods, I just wanna fuck you so hard. I’ve got massive balls right now and I could use somewhere to put all this nutrition.” She dove into my lips and I moaned into her mouth, groping her hips.
“Hello-oh! Hello! Come on in.” Luster Dawn chirped and levitated Kiro and I inside, then onto the bed as we made out with a desperate hunger. “It’s always nice to meet people that Jane latches onto so quickly. I’m Luster Dawn.” My lover introduced herself to Kally, who sheepishly shook hands with my pink false-unicorn as Kiro tore my shirt open and started sucking my left nip~!
“It’s nice to see we’re not intruding.” Kally awkwardly chuckled as I panted and scratched Kiro’s ears in approval for how she was mauling my breasts and making me gush my milk. “Usually I’d be jumping them both by now, but is it okay if we chat? It’s been an exciting day and unlike my sister, I don’t have a bottomless energy for sex.” I howled when Kiro triggered a boobgasm.
“Well, considering I’m the Goddess of Life, I don’t have that problem, but I get bored of constant sex. It’s good to have some break periods outside of epic levels of passion.” Lusty said as I peeled Kiro’s red suit down her body, but she kept it above her hips. I sucked her own milky nips to return the favor. Mm~! Her milk is nutty! On Earth, aren’t racoon dogs foragers for nuts?
“Nn~. Don’t go below the waist, babe. I’ll bury you in a tide of nuki nuts.” Kiro panted through her warning and I began getting rougher with her sloshing b-ball boobers. “Oh~! You really know how to play with a pair of tits!” Kiro praised and then barked in a boobgasm, getting her nutty milk gushing from her free nipple as I drank her cream. “Unf~. Fuck yeah. Okay Kal, help me.”
“Hold on, this room is about to get a lot fuller.” Kally chuckled and helped Kiro climb off of me to move towards the center of the room and I sat up with Lusty sitting on the bed next to me with a pleasant smile. I wonder what she saw when she touched Kally. She’s never met a Tanuki before this. The new DNA must be giving the biokinetic ideas. “Ready, sis?”
“Kal, I’ve been so full for weeks at this point! Just do it.” Kiro huffed impatiently, her tail wagging fairly fast for such a huge and fluffy thing. I grunted in arousal when Kally undid a seam in front of Kiro’s waist and yanked the otherwise skintight suit off, causing Kiro to surge upwards with a moan atop two churning, wobbling, sloshing fuzzy brown testicals! “Guh~! C-come get it~!”
“Mine!” I declared and with a Force-assisted leap, jumped from the bed, tossed my jeans off and landed bare paws first on the sinfully plush giant gonads! Kiro howled in pleasure atop her 8-foot wide balls and her surprisingly equine chocolate brown cock gushed pre-cum that smelled shockingly tasty, like a headier version of her milk. “I’m gonna take it!”
“A-all of it? Which way?” Kiro asked in lustful surprise and I turned around, straddling her nuts to spread my pussy enticingly. “R-really?! I can cum in there?! A-are you sure?” Kiro asked in hopeful shock and I answered by dropping onto her wide flare, her 2-liter bottle thick third leg made me howl in pleasure at the stretching and she barked in surprise while hugging my hips.
“Holy shit!” Kally yelped from where she’d moved next to Lusty and my lover cackled mirthfully as she patted the Tanuki’s back. “Will she be okay?”
“Girl, we’re deities. You are among the few who could easily accommodate your species’ unique needs.” Luster Dawn cooed as I gyrated and worked myself down the two-foot long horsecock. I spasmed in orgasm just from the effort of taking it without going goo or activating my Navel Pearl. Speaking of which, I don’t have abs right now, I have a fucking distension~!
“Oh, fuck. You’re so damn lucky I take Sterilex.” Kiro moaned as she futilely bucked her hips. She couldn’t exactly move, this was all on me and I’m more than okay with it! “Ugh~! Hold on angel, g-gonna~!” I managed to press my pussy flush with the base of her bitch-breaking batter blaster just in time to cum my brains out from her first fire-hose level cumshot.
I blacked out, each orgasm a show of lights in the darkness as my body milked her for all she could give. When I eventually woke up, Kally and Luster were asleep on the bed and I was mostly belly, perched on top of it with Kiro snoozing on my back, half-hard horsecock still lodged in my vagina. “H-hey.” Wow, hoarse. I must’ve screamed so much. “Kiro? Wake up.”
“Mm, angel. So fucking good.” Kiro drooled in her sleep as she gave me a sleepy hump. Fuck me, literally. I can be a bed for the night. Hot damn am I sore in the best ways~.
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“My nuts have never been this small!” Kiro cheered while she and her sister got food in the Bebop’s cafeteria. Actual food which was practically a luxury to them. “Also, to have a mate who just took it all in one go and only needs a sex coma to recover? Jane has to be the one, sis! We’ve finally found the one who can handle us!”
“Handle you, you mean. Talking to Luster Dawn was a treat on its own and I look forward to getting frisky with her and Jane too. Why is there so much pudding?” Kally scrunched her snout at the stuff, since nuki nut butter was basically nutty pudding with all the nutrition added.
“That’s because most of the rest of us like pudding. Also, it’s one of the easiest things for the food replicators to turn milk into.” A smoking hot towering handsome stud in uniform commented as he approached them and followed the Tanuki sisters to a table.
“Pudding!” A horde of the fabled Chaos Noodles cheered when they came out of a Warp portal dragging whimpering daemons with them. Wow. They’ve been traveling through the Warp their whole lives and they’ve never seen daemons so helpless.
“Hey, I’m Kiro and this is my big sis Kally. Who are you, tall, buff and handsome?” Kiro flirted and Kally gently slapped her arm chidingly. “What? He’s hot.” She got another slap. “Fine, sorry. My sex switch is always set to ‘on’ and I can’t help hitting on sexy people.”
“Thanks. I’m Marcus Themis, it’s nice to meet you.” The handsome red wolf-reptile hybrid introduced himself as he looked at their overloaded trays. “Isn’t that a lot?”
“Oh, no. Real food like this, well, there’s a reason we’re not welcome.” Kally slurped up some drool as she turned her attention to the breakfast steak, eggs, waffles, pancakes, sausage, biscuits and gravy. They both took two trays and their signature Tanuki gluttony meant this was a reasonable portion. There was a reason why their species was so dependent on recycling-.
“Well, good thing almost all food here is made with divine milk and cum put through food replicators.” A Raskvel called from a nearby table.
“Wait, so this is milk and cum? Oh my gosh! Those rich monsters could’ve given us tech to turn our fluids into food~!” Kiro bemoaned in the tone of someone realizing ‘all the wasted years’.
“Technically from what we know, they lost that tech and came up with a poor imitation of my mother and I’s masterworks. Hi, I’m Glitch.” A robotic Chaos Noodle introduced herself in passing as she walked alongside a beautiful Changeling. Then again, most of the people here were impossibly beautiful. It was like someone took a ton of Kui-Tan and swapped their species.
“This ish paradise.” Kally said through a mouthful of pancake and Kiro nodded while nomming on a huge sausage that she only realized was phallic and arousing when she noticed Marcus’ scent of approval and she deepthroated it with a wink before swallowing it whole. Uhn~. Solid, real, food~! She could feel her tits and nuts gurgling already~!
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Brennie woke up alone, but with Pan and Twi inside~. “Mm~. Fuck yeah. Been too long since I had Belly Pets.” Brennie stroked her fecund octuplet-sized womb before she regretfully had her Navel Pearl give her abs back and she went about her morning constitutions. Which, honestly, was just to double-check her jewelry and summon a lazy outfit of a T-shirt and b-ball shorts.
Willow was really rubbing off on her, wasn’t she? Brennie didn’t remember being this lazy before. Meh, whatever. It wasn’t like anyone demanded that she wear a stuffy uniform and be all professional all the time. She focused on Marcus’s mana signature and teleported to him. There, she blinked at the sight of two gorgeous Tanuki babes destroying a buffet spread.
“Hey Fama. As you can see, this is why those despots turned the Kui-Tan into a wandering flotilla instead of trying to keep up with their Gluttonous appetites. This is their third round of food.” Marcus informed her with amusement before he sipped some caff.
“Goodness, the poor things must be starved for actual, real food.” Brennie commented even as she noticed the ladies were visibly bustier than the norm she’d read up on. She walked up to her son and sat on his lap, leaning into his buff chest. “Hm~.”
“Yay~! I’m out of that cage that bitch Slaanesh put me in! Mina is free baby, the Chaotic Spirit of Sex is free!” A feline-themed Chaos Noodle cheered when it flew out of the Warp. “So, what have I missed since my birth?”
“Who are your parents?” Marcus asked as the noodle floated above the table, watching the brown babes break a loaf of bread.
“Um, the rainbow fox and the owl noodle. I was born and whisked away just as I opened my eyes and saw them. Slaanesh didn’t like that I was intruding on her turf, so she locked me up. There’s so much disruption and I finally got away!” The cat noodle cheered before kissing Marcus and moving down to Brennie. “I sense kinship coming from you. Are you a bastard child of Khorne and Slaanesh?”
“You could say that again.” Brennie chuffed in amusement as the two nuzzled each other. “If you’re hungry, you better get some food before it’s all devoured.” She thumbed at the beautiful gluttonous sisters still going at it. Their boobs were now exposed, the size of beach balls. Hot damn, a species with naturally expanding tits besides Ahuizotls? Fuck, yes~.
“Oh~ what are these~?” The crazy sex noodle asked as she hovered over the scene.
“Tanukis. They’re a species officially known as the Kui-Tan who convert excess nutrition into nutrient-dense breast milk and cum. They expand as they stockpile until they become immobile from their excess.” Marcus answered and Brennie cooed at smelling his arousal at watching the sisters literally binge themselves into immobility.
“I love Tanukis~!” The noodle cheered before she rushed off.
“So, should we help them?” Brennie asked teasingly as the sisters strained to reach for more food on the table, but their yoga-ball boobers had them pinned to the floor and mewling.
“Which way? To downsize or get them more food?” Marcus asked and Brennie held up a sausage, feeding it to Kiro, who sucked on it lustfully before swallowing it whole and her tits gurgled before swelling slightly. “Got it. Let’s make the Kui-Tan gigantic, folks!” Cheers were had from most of the cafeteria before a food fight suddenly broke out.
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“What?!” Willow roared when she heard the news about Mina. Hermais was seething in the background. “Visi, are you telling me that, She who Thirsts, took one of my babies barely even a minute into her life?!” Willow demanded from the bed, her yoga-ball boobs still being constantly milked along with Lyrix next to her, who looked incredibly unsettled.
“Apparently so.” Visilia answered coldly as she paced back and forth. “We don’t know how she did it, but Slaanesh has confessed that she took Mina. She never explained her reason for doing so.”
“Was she using Mina as a booster?” Lyrix suggested.
“No, dear. She wouldn’t need Mina for that.” Visi shook her head.
“I always thought it weird a sex noodle never came about and she was one of my first daughters. The only explanation I can think of is that Mina posed some threat to Slaanesh for some reason.” Hermais gave an educated guess.
“What threat?! She was a baby!” Willow snarled and slapped her thighs angrily.
“Daemons are afraid of us noodles after just a few months in the Warp. Most of us don’t line up neatly with ‘Chaos gods’. Mina almost perfectly lines up with what Slaanesh rules over.”
“Why not just recruit Mina as a worshiper of hers?” Lyrix asked.
“We’re Draconequus, we don’t get along well with anyone who rules our domains unless we go out of our way to become Friends or more. It’s not really a big deal, we just do our own thing most of the time and stir up conflict, but Slaanesh is already focused on conflict. Adding conflict on top of conflict would cause her too much trouble.” Hermais informed the half-rask.
“I get the feeling that if Slaanesh didn’t do what she did, things would’ve ended badly back then.” Visi shuddered at the memories of the Lust War.
“I guess, but my baby didn’t have me.” Willow despaired.
“No, she didn’t, nor did you have her. Hopefully, you two will spend much needed time with each other.” Hermais voiced before an alarm sounded. “Kink alert? What could-whoa…”

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Ch.97
Ch.97
I sleepily staggered into a soft, sloshy wall. My sleep-addled mind barely processed this and just urged me to snooze against it. Sometime later, I woke up fully and blinked at the mocha fur blocking the entrance to the cafeteria, which was added when the kitchen got too crowded and Jet refused to have his kitchen messed with more. “Huh?” I sniffed the wall of flesh and blushed.
Well, I don’t know how, but Kiro’s boob is blocking the cafeteria. The cafeteria wasn’t dimensionally expandable past the initial service space because it was intended as a static room. I think Luster Dawn is gonna have to revert that decision. I pressed in on the wall of flesh and then leaned back into it. So sawft~. “Good morning, make way.”
I moved away from the bulging brown wall of booba to see a couple of Raskvel in EVA suits. They squirmed against the edge of Kiro’s tit and squeezed between it and both sides of the epic door-filling cinnamony-smelling breast which was so gigantic this was probably just the lower curve of one of her boobs. “Holy fuck this is so hot. I regret sleeping in and missing it.”
“Yeah, it was incredibly arousing.” Jet said from behind me and I yelped at being snuck up on. “I haven’t seen a ‘Nuki get this gigantic before. The last time I even saw a Tanuki going all-out was when Kiro, Kally and I had our breakup sex. Remember that unlike now, we were limited in what we could feed them. They only got as big as bean bag chairs before we ran out of food.”
“Hot damn. No wonder the Corps and Govs refuse to let ‘em into regular society. They couldn’t handle how bottomless they are and likely didn’t have the tech to keep up. Well, we’re not them. If her tits are this enormous, my gosh, I wonder how gargantuan her nuts are~!” I drooled, remembering last night and how thoroughly Kiro inseminated me with sterile seed.
Moments later, the boob vanished and I heard Kiro give a barking yelp, so I walked in to see all the furniture had been destroyed and Kiro was now hefting her original bust size in bemusement atop her giant 40ish foot wide nuts that were still filling a fourth of the emptied cafeteria. The four orbs filling the other half must be Kally. Hnng~! My lady boner is so fucking hard~!
“Whoa. Good to know I won’t be stuck here for months like the last time I let that happen.” Kiro commented before beaming down at me. “Angel~! Good morning! You people are so epic! Got anything for giant Nuki Nuts too?” I winced at the question. Piercing a scrotum? Woof, no. I hope we have something, just not penetrating something so malleable.
“We’ll get you your Clit Clip soon, just hold on while we rescue your sister from possibly suffocating in her boobs.” One of the Rescue Rasks called up to her before diving under Kally’s mountainous mams. What a hero!
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“I thought the reports of them blocking streets with their assets was just anti-Kui-Tan propaganda.” Vinnie slurped up some drool at the sight of said events in Nova. A Tanuki was binge-fed by over-eager participants and now her boobs and nuts were filling an intersection. From what Vinnie understood, that was enough nutrition to last decades for that babe.
“I get the feeling Brennie was behind all of this.” Kevin snorted as similar sightings were popping up across the city. “I know the one on the Bebop just had to be her personally.”
“This is definitely worthy of the Kink Alert.” Rico chuckled at footage of horny citizens forming chains to feed the expanding brown babes and in one case a dude who was having tons of ladies practically sleeping on his fuzzy brown sack. Actually, some were.
“The fact we have it go off only once every few years back home makes me wonder why we have it, but then this happens in a couple of months here.” Edward wryly shook his head.
“Well, we have the means to handle this, the corrupt locals don’t. Maybe we can even help them by coding in the ability to feel when they have ‘enough’ food instead of just rapidly converting it to milk and nutritious nut butter.” Kevin suggested, only for Vinnie to glare heatedly. “Not take the ability away, make it easier for them to resist overdoing it.”
“All I know for sure is now we’ve got even more fluids to feed the food replicators. Maybe just serve it straight. I’ve read that their milk is delightfully nutty and their cum is practically nutty pudding.” Vinnie licked her lips and her husbands all shared a fond exasperated sigh at their wife’s nymphomanic nature that could’ve made her a Sex Goddess if Brennie didn’t-.
“Everyone! I Love Tanukis! I’m going to claim them as my Favored Race along with the Raskvel!” Brennie declared the moment she burst into the small briefing room in only a pair of red b-ball shorts that looked painted on and a faded rock band T-shirt tucked up under her tits. She wasn’t even wearing sandals or something, she was barepaw.
“We see Willow has been rubbing off on you.” Edward teased and the others laughed, only for Brennie to plop into the free chair and kick her paws up onto the table.
“Kiss my paws, because Willow’s mellow nature is seriously helping me with my paranoia and anxiety. Ironically, since she’s the anxious panic-ridden mess. Now, I’m not kidding about the Favored Race thing. We’re definitely taking a good number of these sexy sluts home.” Brennie declared with a lick of her chops. “No, seriously, kiss my paws. I’m feeling pawsie right now.”
“When did this become D&D?” Rico asked jokingly and seconds later, a portal in the fabric of reality opened up on the table and a kobold in dashing Italian Renaissance roguish clothing rolled through before it closed. “I was joking! Why does this universe do this?!”
“Pardon, where am I? I’ve been running from Mind Flayers for what feels like eons, but must’ve only been minutes to me.” He panted, exuding a mystical Charm that made everyone in the room instinctively like him. Especially since it was a passive aura. Vinnie and Brennie both noticed an extra trait that made the handsome little reptile sexy to them.
“You’re in a place where they’re about to die.” Kevin announced and the instant a larger portal opened and cthulhu wannabees emerged, their bulbous pulsing heads exploded in gore. “Oof, okay, that was irritating. Damn hiveminds.” He grunted while shaking his head.
“And who might you be, handsome?” Brennie cooed at the light blue kobold who sheathed his adorable rapier and took off his feather-doffed musketeer hat to bow with a flourish.
“I am Raphael of Syranaise, at your service, milady. I don’t believe this is my home realm, but I’m willing to give up on my quest for now after surviving that ordeal thanks to your capable companion.” The whiskered refined reptile put his dashing hat back on and Vinnie squeed.
“Can we keep him?!” The male marines all sighed in exasperation.
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“Just call him the Green Hornet.” Kiro suggested after I took her to the hangar to introduce her to the space and get her opinion on naming him. I also wanted to get her away from Jet, because she still clearly longed for him and I am feeling absolutely jealous of my friend for having gotten into my new mate’s heart in the past.
Fuck, if I never met Luster Dawn, I think Kiro and I would’ve gotten together without anything interfering. Kally would’ve even sealed the deal. “I like that name. Yew’re good at that.” I praised my new lover, my tail wagging happily at finally getting a solution for naming my Mobile Suit.
“I’m a girl of many talents. That said, I should really go check on the Blade. She’s my ship, after all. Mind giving me a ride, angel?” Kiro asked with a hand on my ass and I bit my lip with my heart racing when she squeezed before settling on keeping her hand in my back pocket.
“Sh-sure thing!” I chirped and wrapped my arm around her thin waist before I used the Force to levitate us up. This was far more strenuous than a simple Force-assisted leap, but Master Yoda could levitate himself on a platform for several hours while meditating. It was a skill I needed to train up. I was sweating by the time I set us down on the steps of the cockpit hatch.
“Easy, angel. If whatever you just did drained you, I can just hitch a-*yip*!” I scooped my lover into my arms and set her on her paws outside of the MTS rings. “Warn me next time.” Kiro chuckled and I pecked her on the cheek before I went into the center of the Mobile Trace System. I posed dramatically like my first time and was soon coated in the liquid black bodysuit.
“Okay, call ahead so they’ll direct me to a hangar.” I told my new lover and I thrust my chest out when I realized her brain was in her crotch right now and her eyes were glued to my shiny black latex-like nanomachine-clad tits. “C’mon~. I know I’m amazing, but ya have a call to make.”
“Right, call, thing.” Kiro dazedly muttered before she used her omni-tool to contact her ship.
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“Syri~! Stop stealing my girlfriends~!” Anno whined at her fraternal twin, the white slime jackal pouting up at her hulking black jackal amazon sibling, who was eating a giant banana.
“Girlfriends? More like soon-to-be wives!” Syri teased with a bellowing laugh. “Besides, Luca was on the fence. If you want her that bad, you’ve gotta take her, sis. She’s really got it hard for you.” Syri advised between bites of her enormous fruit. The food replicators here are awesome!
“I know you. You’re not going to just let me butt in! Damn it, Syri, we’re related! We can’t get married!” Anno shouted in dismay and Syri rolled her eyes.
“Sis, I don’t give two fucks what our parents wanted or what the rich fuckers decided was okay or not. I want you and these people can make that a non-issue. If you want Luca, you’ve gotta take me too.” Syri demanded and Anno wilted, then looked determined and rushed out of the room Syri was boarding in. “There, now you’ve got an in, Luca.”
“Dang it, Syri. I don’t like manipulating people like this.” Lucatiel mewled when she emerged from the bathroom, having hidden at Syri’s insistence when the pink Chaos Noodle Aphrodite had urged the two to go along with a plan that would eventually result in ‘all the romance’. “Couldn’t we have just told her up front that I’m okay being pulled into this ridiculous harem?”
“No, because I know my sister. She’s easy, but she’s not that easy. She really likes you, maybe even Loves you despite the short time you’ve known each other. Now she has motivation to pursue you and hopefully, finally, takes me too.” Syri whimpered a bit at the end with her thighs rubbing together. “I know incest isn’t kosher to a lot of folks, but I Love her, damn it.”
“Well, she’s slime now, genetics mean nothing already. It’s just her own hangups in the way. Now, can we get back to watching that movie?” Lucatiel pouted and Syri eagerly unpaused it.
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“So, you want to use me as the base of a new disposable soldier, thing?” Kally asked Luster Dawn in bemusement while she stood naked in the flesh-coated room in the bowels of the Bebop. Being naked and not having immobilizing nuts was new and refreshing for the tanuki. Having a clit piercing that banished her male organs entirely was even more refreshing.
“No. Less disposable support units. Your species’ unique ability to intake, process, store and distribute nutrition so rapidly would be a massive boon to my swarm and rapidly improve the rate my forces could grow and recycle slain units.” Luster Dawn stated with a manic fervor that admittedly made Kally’s body vibrate with sexual anticipation.
Also, the faux unicorn was in what she considered her ‘true’ form. An alien hybrid of a unicorn and something she called a Maykr. Watching the hyper-buxom mare with her groin nearly always floating at eye-level was a constant tease, especially with those six leg-tentacles that started halfway down her thicc thighs. It was like Luster’s chosen form was made for sex.
“That said, before we can properly begin, I need my Librarian here. She’s late, which is quite unusual for her.” Luster Dawn said with a saucy grin, clearly aware why her Librarian was late. “Anyway, would you be alright with becoming a Template? Or would you prefer just donating?”
“Um, donate. As grateful as I am, I’m not comfortable with altering my species. I very much like being a proper tanuki. Even if I enjoy these new magic benefits.” Kally replied with a squeeze of her left nip and a quick dip of a finger into her slit while licking her lips at the goddess.
“Nyuh~ so do I~.” Luster panted lustfully, but shook herself. “Damn it you sexy minx. Don’t do that when I’m in a lifesculpting mood.” Luster grumbled and turned towards the door when a green Skaven-like doe, already nude, entered the organic chamber. “Zelma. How are you and Duo doing~?” Luster lilted knowingly and the clearly unnatural female flushed purple.
“W-we’re doing well, my Queen. Is she the new Template?” Zelma questioned professionally.
“No, we’re not going to transform her. She is, however, donating genetic material~.” Luster slurped her lips and Kally’s naturally super-fluffy tail got extra fluffy.
“O-oh! Um, sorry, but it’s standard practice for my people to take sterilizing drugs when we’re not planning to have children. I would’ve brought that up if this was that way…” Kally apologized with regret, only for Luster to chuckle and practically shimmy as she approached the tanuki.
“Oh, that doesn’t matter at all with me. Especially since I need you inside me to work your cummy magic~.” Luster growled predatorily. That was the last warning Kally had before the alien mare’s body split open and expanded into a giant rib-like maw. Kally screamed in fear, only to find herself immersed in a hot fluid that felt really good.
“Heya! I’m Rivala! You’re in Lusty’s womb with me! Now, I hope you don’t mind getting fucked by a stranger, ‘cuz I’m gonna milk you dry!” The goo formed into a super-sexy red vixen and then Kally’s brain faded at the all-encompassing gooey onslaught.
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“Daughter.” Vanico, who was fused together mostly on a whim, but for emotional support on Anno’s part, turned her pink head towards King Hydrax when he approached her in the Science Ops Center. She was there because her constituents each had things they could do here.
“Yes, father?” Visi responded while the other two continued on with coordinating the Science and Espionage projects they were assisting the Argentine Science Teams and Ghosts with.
“Before I continue, in your current form, would it be rude not to include the others as my daughter?” King Hydrax asked kindly and the Cocoa and Anno heads looked pleased and surprised respectively. While they all looked identical aside from their tri-color orientation, they were both separate and simultaneously one with Visilia, so it was an apt question.
“Cocoa is already your daughter by marriage. It makes her happy to hear you say it.” Cocoa crooned sappily and Anno looked pleasantly uncertain at the brown and pink heads to either side. She felt odd being the center head with only their tail in direct control, but both Cocoa and Visi insisted that they were ‘obeying tradition’ with ‘vanilla’ being the center of the ice cream.
“Since Anno is definitely joining the family, you can do what you wish, father.” Visilia smiled warmly and Anno squeaked with her extra-fluffy white tail wagging fast and her cheeks all puffed up in a blush. “Now, what requires you to come to us instead of having us come to you?”
“You are aware that I have been a single widower for many thousands of years, while you’ve been happily married to an extensive harem for a good portion of that. I require...advice.” King-no, her dad, asked awkwardly in a quiet tone that got lost in the noise of the Ops Center beyond their large, alert jackal ears.
“Oh! I’m so glad you didn’t just go to Cadence or Cadenza!” Vanico chirped in unison, utterly pleased that he came to her. Visilia was unsure if her ‘firm taskmistress’ approach was right, but tempered with Anno’s casual ‘time spent together’ method and Cocoa’s ‘let them do most of the work while you watch them flounder in amusement’ method gave her a more rounded outlook.
“Never in a million years am I going to those two. They’d turn my relationship into a stupid romantic comedy for their amusement despite their intentions. If I was around during that whole fucking year of matchmaking, I’d be right there with Bryan!” Hydrax declared in disdain.
“Yeah~! True romance, not that cheesy garbage!” Aphrodite cheered in the background.
“Go away, Aphrodite.” Everyone besides Hydrax idly chorused and the pink noodle whined before sulking through the Warp to find someone else to bother about their relationship.
“First, what seems to be the problem? If there is one. Oh, right, hold on, this isn’t the place.” Vanico shifted the work to some of the operatives in the Ops Center and then guided her father out of the busy room. “We can chat on the way to a sitting room-Daring~!” Vanico cheered at the sight of her wife, who approached at being hailed with a bright smile. “How are you adjusting?”
“Um, I’m doing okay. Not exactly used to not being in charge of myself, but it’s also a relief. Hey King Dad.” Daring greeted as she joined in following Vanico. “What’s up?”
“I was going to ask my daughter-right, you’re my daughter too. Well, I came for some advice. I’m so out of practice that I don’t know what’s alright anymore. She may be from an antiquated time period, but I’m stuck in the middle.” Hydrax said before another of his daughter’s wives appeared.
“Honey, my love bug. Mwah!” Vanico smooched the slime changeling and casually roped her into following with the group.
“Oh, you’re so mixed up, father. What troubles you?” The green goo mare asked and Hydrax smiled. It was easy to forget just how big his family was with how busy he always is.
“I need insight in how to handle being in a relationship again. You all have been married for so long. What would you suggest?” The ancient alicorn demon king asked them all before they entered a room where Isillit was sitting at a candlelit table in bemusement. “Oh.”
“Father. Sit. Talk about anything, everything. Your mutual likes, dislikes. Get to know each other. That has never changed.” Vanico advised and her surrounding wives all nodded. “Then, once you feel you’ve reached a point where you trust and care about one another in a way you desire them intimately, then get to know each other~.” She winked in triplicate and led her wives out.
“I see that Visilia is as much of a sledgehammer as Ailisiv.” Isillit chuckled mirthfully and Hydrax snorted in amused agreement as he sat before the beautiful mare who was his late wife in all but soul. “I asked my daughters too, but they just led me here and told me to do what comes naturally. Of course, Ninia told me to have my way with you, but that's the third date and past.”
“Ninia, I’ve heard many things about her. None of them were good until after she served her sentence and as a result of said sentence: birthed a whole new species of Tartarus Demon.” Hydrax commented with a shake of his head.
“Yes. I learned all about how she disgraced herself and in turn redeemed herself in a most lewd yet spectacular way. I have so many descendants now I have no idea where to start.” Isillit scoffed in a mixture of disgust, pride and astonishment over the matter.
“Well, that’s something I know all too well about!” The two alicorns shared a boisterous laugh. “At least you don’t have to deal with your daughters being deities. Visilia waited until recently to cross that bridge and my in-laws kept their business to themselves as often as they could.” Hydrax paused when a waiter entered and gave them menus. “Oh, this is a dinner?”
“I suppose so. What is your preferred poison?” Isillit asked as she looked at the wines.
“Something sweet to ease us in for tonight.” Hydrax answered, not wanting to get drunk just yet.
“Juice? Are you sure you’re not already my husband?” Isillit joked and they had another laugh.

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Ch.98
“So. Thanks to our new Tanuki allies, we may be able to reach Treasure Planet?” Jimbo asked Doctor Delbert Doppler, with the astronomer frantically and excitedly pointing out previously unknown astropaths through the Dark Zone of Triangulum that the Tanuki navigators casually pointed out were Warp Corridors in the Webway. A long-lost and even taboo method of travel.
“That’s the thing! Treasure Planet is in the Warp! At the center of the Webway, a whole system is trapped in the Webway!” Delbert declared with a manic excitement.
“The Webway? I’ve never heard of that.” Amelia commented and Midna, who was giving her a boobhat by hovering behind her, nodded in similar cluelessness.
“And who or what lives in it?” Jimbo questioned as he eyed the holographic map.
“Well, Daemons, some species called the Eldar and various individuals of potent Psychic prowess. Through sheer determination, desperation and taking extreme risks, the Tanuki have become innate Psykers. However, they are an outlier, an exception. Should we encounter anyone in the webway, fleeing is the correct action.” Delbert declared forebodingly.
“Why is a whole system in the Webway?” Midna questioned while wondering if her ‘Twilight Realm’ inside the Warp had anything to do with this.
“From what I’ve been able to gather both from my past excavations and the data on the map, it was a last-ditch effort by the Protoss to try and survive a mass-extinction event, but while they succeeded at sending the planet and its system into the Warp, it wasn’t soon enough for them to join it before whatever happened, well, happened.” Delbert shrugged in bemusement.
“Well, then we better defer to the experts on this. Pack up, everyone. We need to call the others and let them know what our next objective should be.” Amelia declared while staunchly ignoring her sister and said sibling’s lover making loud lewd noises in the curtained-off bedroom.
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“Aw, shit, not the fucking Webway.” Brennie wailed in dismay after hearing the news. “No wonder Cegorach and his Harlequins are so damn peppy!”
“So, you know what lurks inside the Webway?” Kally Tamahime, who looked oddly even more radiant than usual, asked from her seat at the metaphorical ‘round table’ that was the massive holocom conference being hosted in the Vengeful Retributor’s main conference room.
“Fuck, the Webway is a maze itself, but there is one place you don’t want to get lost in: Commorragh.” Brennie intoned with a shudder.
“Oh, that shithole? Yeah, never go there. It’s full of degenerate shitheads who’d sooner try to enslave you than be straight with you.” Kiro Tamahime huffed from next to her sister. “The only reason we can get in and out is because they have an odd fondness for our fluids and we can literally fry their brains en masse when they get uppity.”
“The Dark Eldar or if you want to be more formal, the Drukhari, are the dark reflection to the Aeldari. Ever since they’ve given birth to Slaanesh, they each developed ways to safeguard their souls from being claimed by her upon their deaths. The Drukhari went for the more…scenic route.” Edward informed and the Tanuki sisters nodded in confirmation.
“That’s correct. They even thought at first that we were creations of Slaanesh due to our sexual nature, only for both us and some of her daemons to confirm that we’re not associated. At least Slaan is willing to be reasonable, ironically. We have immunity from her hordes in exchange for a tribute of cum. Why they love our fluids so much? We don’t know.” Kally not-asked.
“The Webway, my people made something that sounds similar to this just years before Gwyn and his allies moved to slaughter us.” Cynder commented and everyone blinked at her. “What?”
“You’re an Old One?” Kiro asked in astonishment.
“I’ve never heard of this title before. Equus was a blank world until we messed with the realm beyond reality, which is now the Warp, but we never did much with it.” Cynder said before she turned to Brennie. “We weren’t exactly proactive and my brother was very much against using the Warp, but he insisted on learning the nature of it.”
“Holy fuck. We’ve been married to one of the entities that literally sparked Creation in this universe?!” Vinnie demanded in shock that was shared by the whole Argentine contingent.
“Um...yeah?” Willow confirmed in bemusement. “It’s not a big deal. I mean, sure, Cynder basically kick-started the universe, but remember that the Archtrees came before them.” The still being milked kitsune goddess, formerly thought permanently fused with Cynder, whose name both now and before is clearly quite apt, said with bemused dismissal.
“Gwyn and the Undead were the Necrons!” Edward geeked out, but realized that Brennie wasn’t reacting like the rest of them. “Did…did you know all of this? Did Aldin-?”
“No, he didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask him. It wasn’t that much of a bother.” Brennie replied dismissively. “Besides, I’ve been fusing with Willow a lot lately. What she knows, I know.”
“Nor does it change all that much. I’m an ancient Everlasting Dragon and once ruler of my kind. Just because we started this Webway does not mean I understand it. Maybe Conchobhar, one of my head Shamans, might have known. However, he went within and never returned.”
“His name was Irish and means ‘lover of hounds’?” Brennie asked as both she and Vinnie raised their brows.
“He did enjoy fucking the canine bitches. Svartr is a perfect example of why.” Cynder thumbed over at the hologram of her formerly fused godkin wife and the amazonian black wolfess who looked like a primal version of Syri smiled toothily.
“So the Queen remembers her lost Shaman?” A Harlequin questioned from where they appeared standing on Cynder’s shoulders. “You also remember his fondness for dogs! He loves his pet play! We can promise some protection from the Drukhari, but that is most of what we can do. Anything that takes an interest in you is your own fault for being so interesting~!” Vanished.
“…Fuck, I’ll need to go. My sister might have left something in Commorragh.” Brennie remembered the letter her sister wrote that the Harlequins delivered for her.
“Well, I guess we’re hosting. No fucking way are we gonna just throw you in.” Kiro declared and then suddenly obtained the same powerful Cult of Personality aura that Jane had. “I’m just gonna need you to help me help you help everyone. Sexual favors included~. Starting with you, angel.” Kiro purred towards Jane, who had kept quiet until now.
“Oh fuck, yes~.” Jane groaned needily and Brennie felt a spike of jealousy. Grr, no! Don’t think like that, it’ll draw unwanted attention when they reach Commorragh. Besides, it wasn’t like she wasn’t going to get the tanuki too. Just focus on the prize and relish her wives in her womb.
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“Welcome aboard the Blade! I’m Kiro Tamahime, your co-captain. Please keep your hands on the nearest sexual organ not belonging to you and don’t make any calls or look outside the ship while in transit between realities.” Kiro hammed playfully yet with a serious undertone as she looked at the large group taking her corvette-cruiser to a legendary location in the Warp.
It would be a bit awkward since due to the danger of this journey, Kiro demanded that most of the crew be left behind and replaced with non-sapient droids. Only a suicidal dumbass went on an unpathed Webway excursion with a fully-manned vessel. That’s like dangling bait in front of eldritch horrors. Thankfully the Blade, being an extensively modified cruiser, had an Alexa.
“What about those of us not in sex-friendly forms?” The black and white astromech droid asked. She’d learned she was named EDI and was also a Cybertronian with a ship alt that, while smaller than the Blade, likely packed just as many weapons and thrusters by scale.
“Then think lewd thoughts! Sexy, arousing thoughts! Kally, sit on the girl’s head!” Kiro hammed, only for Kally to playfully slap her younger sister on the back of the head.
“The Blade has no viewports. The camera feeds are disabled when not within stable Webway space or realspace. Don’t use psychic powers unless in either scenario. Alexa is enough to follow simple guidance without risking anyone’s sanity. Don’t stress.” Kally assured and Kiro hip-bumped her incestuous older sibling, who hip-bumped her back. Co-captaincy~!
“Oh, so I’m here to help-hey~!” EDI whined when the golden bunny-wolf babe, Runner, sat on the droid’s head. “Vinnie~! I can’t see anything besides your panties! Cute ducks, btw.” Oh~ so the beauty’s name is Vinnie, huh? Gotta add that to the black book of ‘wanna fuck’ babes.
“Hey, EDI! Long time, no see~. Also, thank you.” Vinnie giggled as she got comfortable on the astromech and Kiro resisted flirting with everyone since all the people aboard were hot as fuck. It was like usual, but with strangers and that made it exciting!
“We’ll plug you in when we’re solidly in the Webway. Now then, relax and let the soulless droids do the work. Better them than any of you.” Kiro then sauntered directly through the group of hotties to dock tits with Jane, who grunted needily upon her arrival. “Hey.” She guided Jane to walk away, her hand in one of her new lover’s back pockets. “We should just chill for now.”
“The way you’re touching me makes me want to be anything but chill.” Jane panted lustfully and Kiro crooned approvingly, but gently swatted the wolfess’ arm in the negative. “Damn it. You’re like what I would’ve been if I was originally female or herm in the first place. I don’t know if it’s healthy to be so damn attracted to someone so like me.”
“We’re just too damn sexy to resist, angel. After all, here comes company~.” Kiro cooed with a knowing look behind her at Brennie, the utter babe who clearly wore the pants most often in this epically huge harem the tanuki was getting involved in. The dracowolf beauty managed to be super-sexy even in a full military uniform that hugged her hyper-hourglass body perfectly.
“What was that about chilling?” Jane asked with realization and a teasing lilt.
“What? Webflicks and Chill is a thing everywhere.” Kiro cooed and parted with Jane enough for the cybernetic hellhound to get between them. “Hey sexy, are you-?”
“A jealous bitch who can’t keep her head straight.” Brennie said bluntly through her trembling, pouty lips. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be, but it just won’t go away-.” Kiro shoved her giant fluffy tail into the beauty’s face and shushed her gently as the gal hugged the massive fluffy appendage, letting her arms be engulfed in Kiro’s sinful sawft floof.
Tanuki don’t just have expanding boobs and balls, they also have the softest tails in the Three Galaxies. It was a bit of a source of income, too. Rich people would pay top dollar for authentic tanuki fur products and it was easy to shave off the giant fluff of their tails for some quick credits. Add in their natural earthy musks of cinnamon, coffee or tea? Mad money~.
“Mm~.” Brennie hummed dreamily as she deeply breathed in Kiro’s cinnamon musk.
“Smell and taste all you want, just don’t bite. We taste rancid.” Kiro wasn’t joking despite her tone. Tanuki meat is nasty. When you’re a species whose key form of nutrition cycling was to sup from one another, a few nibbles here and there are bound to happen, much to the mutual displeasure of both parties. It was a defense mechanism to prevent predation.
“We’ve entered the Webway. A visage matching accounts of Gwyn briefly showed up before flying ahead.” Alexa informed everyone and Brennie pulled her face out of the floof.
“Does that dead king normally show up?” Brennie asked curiously while still nuzzling her cheek into the tanuki’s tail. “Oh my gosh, Jane, get in here.” Brennie pulled her obvious lover into Kiro’s tail and the tanuki bit her lip in amusement as the two beauties lavished in her fluff.
“Not normally. Usually it’s Seath, who is apparently an Old One. Otherwise, nothing at all.” Kiro replied nonchalantly. Phantoms in the Webway were normal. While stable compared to the rest of the Warp, the Webway was still in the Warp. For all she knew, they were just echoes of those ancient entities imprinted on the Warp from their actions. “So, no stress. Sniff me.”
“I’ll do more than that.” Jane growled lustfully and Kiro wiggled her eyebrows at the two babes.
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“Hey, it's another ship!” One of the lookouts of a Drukhari patrol ship shouted.
“Help!” Someone screamed.
“Wonder where they’re going, should we follow them?!” Yelled one of the seemingly deafened nearly-nude black-armored space-elves.
“Help!” Someone else screamed.
“Oh, shush Mon-keigh, you’ll be in your new home soon! Yeah, let's shadow them! No need to attack them though, they may lead us to a bigger prize! Is the ship in the records?!” The apparent captain, obvious since he had the biggest helmet ornament, shouted.
“Oh gods, my legs!” Another of the freshly-caught space pirates screamed.
“Yeah, it’s the Blade, Tanuki!” The lookout reported.
“Damn! They provide too much of a resource when free! Nevermind! Shut up! I can’t hear myself think!” Damn these Mon-keigh and their constant screaming outside of torture!
“Too bad that Space Hulk vanished before we could board it!”
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Brennie wasn’t sure how things went this way. “You’re a good cuddler~.” Kiro tittered and Brennie chuffed into her sternum. Instead of sex, Kiro took them to her shared room with Kally, who wasn’t present, to snuggle. The plush canid was so soft, smelled so good in relaxing ways and was so comfortable that Brennie’s libido, while not gone, was easily ignored for cuddles.
“I'm going to marry ya fer sure now.” Jane moaned in a stretch from where she was snuggled against Kiro’s giant floofy tail. Kiro basically counted as two or three people when it came to space taken up on a bed despite only being 6 feet tall and not fat. “I hope ya don’t mind.”
“Angel, to be honest, I’m getting to the age where not settling down is considered irresponsible. After we get to know you all better, we’ll know then.” Kiro said and she purred when Jane kissed her neck. “Mrr~. Careful. Unlike the Bebop, my ship isn’t protected from giant chamber-filling orbs. If I whip out my dick, that’s exactly what you two will become.”
“Oh~I wish this war was over~.” Jane growled longingly and Kiro gasped when Jane started sucking on her neck, the tanuki groaned and her breasts, acting as Brennie’s pillows, swelled from her arousal in spite of the Nipple Studs.
Brennie bit her lip and rubbed her stomach, feeling her Belly Pets humping at her womb’s walls. “Unf~!” She moaned before her belly swelled, pushing her up and pinning the tanuki babe under a sextuplet-sized fecundity. “Sorry, my wives are getting too excited.”
“You mean you have them in there? Oh, fuck that’s hot.” Kiro growled as she rubbed the sextuplet belly that was pinning her down and even kissed the scaly linea nigra near her face.
“If only we could all get pregnant.” Jane moaned as she joined Kiro in worshiping the belly. Brennie mewled submissively while her lovers rubbed and kissed her unbirth belly.
“Jane, please calm down.” Kiro panted as she humped at the belly and stuffed Jane into her tail to keep her quiet. Tanuki tails act as Inventory access too!
“Oh, Kiro~.” The dracowolf groaned in pleasure, enjoying the attention.
“How are your belly pets?” Kiro cooed to Brennie’s belly as the Tanuki’s tail wriggled.
“So restless, like actual babies. They’re riling me up and getting me horny.” Brennie huffed while her pussy clenched at the mere mention of babies.
“Oo~. Such a horny mama~.” Kiro purred and began grinding her purely female groin upwards. “What is a horny mama doing on my ship?” Kiro purred as nuzzled Brennie’s belly.
“T-To be your personal brood slut~!” Brennie wailed and Kiro crooned.
“Such a shame I’m sterile for the next few days. You’ll just have to settle for getting stuffed. That is, if anyone who came aboard with you can make it so we don’t damage the Blade.” Kiro teased and Jane emerged from her tail floof with a gasp.
“G-get inside me~! Ya two can have at it all ya want, get as big as ya want! My Navel Pearl will keep yer ship safe!” Jane begged desperately, already naked, having gone goo to escape from Kiro’s Inventory since the tanuki’s tail acts like Pinkie Pie’s mane or tail.
“Whoa! You’re a slime, babe?! If I knew that, I would’ve-mmph!” Jane engulfed the tanuki and Brennie moaned in pleasure when her future wife’s silvery slime washed over her. Soon, she found herself in an air pocket surrounded by impossibly solid goo along with Kiro. “Well then. I guess it’s time for me to let loose. I hope Angel wasn’t blowing smoke.”
Before Brennie could say anything, the mocha-furred beauty had deactivated her Clit Clip and Brennie suddenly found herself atop two giant 50ish feet across churning spunk bunkers and Kiro moaned with the pregnant-looking woman in front of her putting weight on them. “They’re even bigger~?” Brennie lilted with lust, her pupils were glowing hearts.
“I don’t n-know what’s h-happening to me, b-but y-yeah~.” Kiro panted, clearly overwhelmed by the sensations of her sloshing semen spheres. “Oh~. Please, drain me~!”
“I’ll try!” Brennie roared as she tried to get to the Tanuki dick in front of her, but that was the problem. “Ladies, down! Calm down so I can downsize and get to her tasty 2-foot long horsecock!” Brennie ordered and after a moment, she was able to focus and shrink her belly back to washboard abs. Unobstructed, the horny Sex Goddess jumped on the prize.
“Ah! You too~?! I wish Jetty called us sooner! I’ve never had anyone who could just take me and all of my cum before~!” Kiro wailed as Brennie gyrated her pussy down the 2-liter bottle thick dick with her hands on Kiro’s shoulders to give her leverage. “Nyuh~!” The backed-up babe came quickly, gushing cum into Brennie’s womb, at least before one of her wives latched on.
“You poor, poor people! Uhn! I’m claiming all of you! You’re my people now! Also, I’m sure quite a few non-divine Argentines could-n-nyuh~!” Brennie orgasmed and then kissed Kiro deeply while they docked their breasts together and feebly humped when mated flush at the groins. “A-ah. You fucking Kui-Tan are too damn Sexy and that’s without being slime! Give it to me!”
“Y-yes, my goddess~!” Kiro shrieked and hugged Brennie tight, screaming herself hoarse as she came harder than she ever had in her life with the dracowolf’s tight tummy not even showing which was nearly hotter than if she blew up like a condom!
“Good girl~! Uhn! F-fill my wives! Fill me with my hyper cumflated wives~!” Brennie demanded and made out with the canid, both completely absorbed in each other.

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Ch.99
Ch.99
I woke up in a puddle soaking Kiro’s bed. I burbled and slowly reformed my body, still twitching in aftershocks of pleasure. Oh my gods. They filled my goo womb instantly and then got smaller, but the passion of their movements quaking my womb walls got me off faster than most things. That said, I still have a constant buzzing pleasure tingling through every bit of my goo.
“Okay, now what?” I groaned as I rubbed my abs, resisting the urge to finger myself. I’ve had my pleasure, I don’t know what time it is and the Force was warning me against indulging. I panted despite not needing to breathe and writhed on the bed, slowly building up to an orgasm. With a yelp, I came and panted harder, only to whimper and realize my belly was bigger.
I have my Navel Pearl on! What are they doing?! I moaned when another orgasm came, my rounded tummy bulged further and stayed that way. I fished into my cleavage and howled lowly at the next, more intense orgasm that left me with a tummy at term with twins. I removed a Nutrition Flask that Lusty had messed with and inverted the flow of.
“Here goes.” I opened it and I wordlessly lost myself in bliss when the flask pulled me through like I was being sucked through a tube. I can’t remember if I’ll end up in Jimbo or Urta. Either way, it was better than wrecking the ship and dooming us all. At least they’re both here. Wait, I think something went wrong. I’m inside of someone, but who? Ahn~! Belly~?! Why~🩶?!
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Vinnie wasn’t surprised Brennie gave in to her desires and followed after Jane and Kiro. She wasn’t disappointed either. The only reason Vinnie didn’t follow too was because next to Kevin, she was the most suitable person aboard to respond to psychic threats, which was the Warp’s bread and butter. At least she got to catch up with EDI and Nexus.
Vinnie missed her fuck-friend and still owed Nexus her life, while EDI was just as playfully snarky as ever. It seemed marriage hadn’t calmed her down much. The Cybertronian droid’s mother, however, clearly has calmed down quite a bit. Nexus’s nearly absent-minded, frantic and lewd energy seems to have been curtailed by thousands of years working in limited space.
“They’re having so much fun in there.” Kevin remarked with a knowing smirk and Vinnie sighed with a nod, wishing she could’ve been in there with them, going crazy with Lust. At least Brennie’s innate psychic resistance, which she helped the rest of the Marines develop somewhat in that pitched long-duration battle, would protect them from psychic threats-.
“Eek!” Vinnie jumped in surprise at the sudden feeling of fullness in her tummy. “What the Hell?!” She panted and clutched her abs, which bulged despite her Navel Pearl! “Code PF! Code PF! Visi~!” Vinnie shouted despite the pleasure and teleported to Visilia’s mana signature. “Visi! Something in me! Navel Pearl is failing! You have Womb Wards, right?! Ahn~!” *Glorp~💛!*
“Oh, my gosh. If it wasn’t serious, you just sprouting a triplet-sized tummy would’ve been much more arousing. Sorry, but I don’t have Womb Wards, not yet.” Visi apologized and perked in arousal when Vinnie came and her belly suddenly doubled in size to sextuplets. “My gosh that is incredible. Quick, in me, I’ll go find Urta! She always has Womb Wards!”
Vinnie was about to do so when Visi burst into a wave of red slime and engulfed her. Oh yeah.
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Penta was, in a word, aroused. When Visi, rapidly swelling up and looking more and more pregnant by the second, begged for help from the Womb Wards, she took her in and watched in bemusement as her own womb expanded with impossibly growing volumes. Visi was easily achieving sizes surpassing gas giants when she finally stopped and the vixen basked happily.
She enjoyed the idle pleasure as her decuplet belly slowly shrank and once she was washboard thin, she got up to stretch contentedly. That wasn’t Fertility at all, just pure, raw Sex. Whatever went on, someone went way over every limit they’ve ever gone before and Penta looked forward to finding out the details later.
“Hey, Penta. I sense things have calmed down.” Kevin stated, not looking away from his naked black and white two-tailed wife. “Actually, it’s been a while. How have you been?”
“Oh, y’know. Just helping keep the troops trained, supplying milk to the fleet’s larder, missing being a giant breeding machine. This whole ‘Strike’ thing that Visi insisted on is hard on me. Only having Womb Wards inside of me feels so empty.” The goddess who was so used to being so fecund she could be mistaken for a planet in space said with a huff.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here. Whatever happened just now could’ve doomed the expedition. Heh, it goes to show how much we know ourselves if we need you around to catch us if we lose it.” Kevin said and Penta rolled her eyes, taking it as a compliment. She’d fucked up enough in the past without being brainwashed to do it.
“Gee, make a gal feel appreciated, why don’t you?” Penta snarked as she cocked a hip with a hand on said hip. “I’m just glad you felt you could trust me after everything. I mean, I’m weak to psychic stuff. I’m surprised you all insisted I come with you.”
“You need the exercise and we are going with Tanukis on board. This was bound to happen.” Kevin shrugged his shoulders and Penta got in his personal space, smirking lewdly with her boobs pressing against his pecs. “Not that kind of exercise.”
“Aw, c’mon~. I haven’t had proper, vanilla, marriage sex in ages. It’s always kinks and stuff. Let’s just do it without enhancements.” Penta urged while rubbing his biceps.
“Well, you’re not wrong about that.” Kevin thought about it for a moment before shrugging again. “Fuck it, let’s do it sweetie.” He kissed her and she kissed back. Humming into his mouth as they moved to the bed and she let him gently lay her down. “How vanilla? Missionary?”
“Yes please.” Penta chirped and wrapped her legs around her husband as he banished his clothes. It would be nice to just have regular, normal sex for once.
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Jimbo wasn’t entirely sure why he was on this expedition aside from him being the pilot for the Saber. Yes, yes, a very uninspired name, but it was the best he could come up with considering the craft’s specialization in bladed weapons or blade-like weapons. It was a placeholder anyway.
“My, my, this is an interesting Love boat you have.” A black and white tabby cat said as it appeared next to the pilot seat. “Hello, I am Schrodinger, very nice to remeet you.”
“Hi, how did you get here?” Jimbo asked casually, remembering that the Warp was to be treated like a dream when you weren’t sure what was going on.
“I’m Everywhere and Nowhere. Everywhen and Nowhen. I am the Singularity and I find this moment interesting.” Schrodinger purred as another cat, another cat, another cat, another cat and another cat appeared around the cabin, each purring together.
“Okay, well, do you want something?” Jimbo asked while more cats appeared, all identical right down to the clouds in their irises.
“I wish to see where I was born.” The cats said in one voice as they stared out towards the front of the ship.
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Kiro woke up feeling more drained than she’d ever been. Both literally, figuratively and metaphorically. She groaned and sat up on the rock solid, yet oddly pliable ground. Her exhaustion-addled mind noted that her nuts were nearly nonexistent, her dick was in its sheath and her breasts were C-cups! She’s been utterly, completely drained!
“I haven’t been this small since before I hit puberty.” Kiro muttered and rubbed the blood-red ‘ground’ with a proud smirk. “Holy fuck. Whatever happened to me, is probably still happening, it definitely went overboard.” She got up, wobbling on her paws, to follow her nose. She licked her dry lips at the sight of the impossible near-black canyon that was Brennie’s vagina!
She’d seen canyons and ravines this big only from space before~! The succulent planet-worthy snatch was thankfully still, stretched tight and unable to do more than quiver, yet not enough to cause ‘earthquakes’. How did she do this to Brennie? No, rather, what did Brennie do to herself, using Kiro as a focus for her powers? Is she really a planet full of sterile nuki nut butter?
“Hey~!” Kiro blinked and looked up at the voice to see the silver sky had turned golden and a giant cloud of those Chaos Noodles were approaching Cooch Canyon. “Are we nearing the deepest level of this recursive unbirth?!” One of them shouted towards her.
“I think so! Brennie mentioned she had her wives inside of her!” Kiro called back and then the cloud surged into the great gash that was Brennie’s vast vagina while one of the noodles, notably eel-like, approached her. Kiro belatedly realized that she wasn’t breathing air, yet wasn’t bothered by it. All this divine magic stuff was really neat.
“Hello. I’m Conger, a veteran of the Womb Wards and sort-of de facto leader. You’re the latest addition to our mother’s extensive marriage, huh?” The eel-noodle assuming that made Kiro fluff up impressively. Wow. She was already considering finding a permanent mate, but a whole harem? Well, so long as Kally was included, she’d be more than happy about it.
“Um, no. Not yet at least.” Kiro bashfully admitted. She usually had extreme trust issues, but Jane and her ilk are just so earnest and fucking hot on top of it. Sure, she could tell that they all had their own secrets, everyone does, but at least those secrets are obviously personal or silly ones rather than the ‘now it is time for my sudden, yet inevitable betrayal!’ kind.
“Wow, really? You cumflated Brennie larger than most gas giant planets on record and you’re not married? Well, consider yourself married after this. Good job. Welcome to the family. Boop!” Conger booped her snoot and Kiro found herself standing in a bedroom that had an ultra-sexy black and white vixen sitting in a bed next to a handsome gray dracowolf watching a movie with their upper bodies exposed, while their lower bodies were covered in the sheets.
“Well, it’s been hours. I’m impressed it’s taking the Womb Wards so long to reach the core of this epic recursive pregnancy.” The vixen commented and gestured for Kiro to move out of the way of the holo screen and come closer. “I’m Penta, Goddess of Fertility, War and Power. You really did a good job. Even got turbo-blessed by Brennie to the point of near demi-divinity.”
“I’m Kevin, Hunter of the DOOM Marines. How did Brennie manage to pull that off?” Kevin questioned in bewilderment. “This is the first time any of us have blessed anyone.”
“I dunno. She kept kissing me, milking me, fucking me, lavishing me with affection. Fuck. If I wasn’t so utterly empty of, well, pretty much everything, just thinking about it would get me hard.” Kiro cupped her C-cups for emphasis. “I haven’t been this small since I was 13!”
“You had C-cups at 13?” Kevin asked in shock and Kiro nodded with a proud smirk.
“Pardon his surprise. Not even especially buxom females or herms in the Empire blossomed before 14 after extensive gene modification across most species in the Empire prevented premature growth spurts to help alleviate mistaken age cases. You wouldn’t believe how many girls who blossomed early used it to get ‘active’ early.” Penta snorted with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, we Tanuki don’t have that and we’re naturally buxom aside from the rare few boys. Anyway, I’m pooped. Mind if I join you two?” Kiro requested and got nods.
“Mew~.” A feral calico cat meowed from inside the vent.
“Oh, that must be Scrotum in the vents again.” Kiro sighed and she activated her omni-tool when she approached the HVAC vent, where she opened it and practically yanked the fluffy cat out by his chest, the big tom cat purred loudly in her arms as she approached the bed and was helped to a spot between the married couple and she used her own tail as a seat back.
“You named your cat Scrotum?” Kevin asked incredulously and Kiro nodded.
“It’s short for Schrodinger. My sister named him. She said it’s because he likes to go everywhere he isn’t allowed to and seems to show up all over the place.” Kiro answered.
“Really, are you playing the normal kitty again, Schrodinger?” Penta asked the cat. It mewed back at her with a tilt of his head as Kiro pet him, purring intensified. “Uh, Schrodinger?”
“He is a normal cat. We’ve had him since we adopted him as a stray kitten.” Kiro said as the male calico, which was next to impossible and nearly guaranteed he was homosexual, nosed her smaller boobies in obvious curiosity about why his second-favorite pillows were smaller. He was Kally’s, mostly, but she still loved the little guy.
“Let’s not go there, Penta. Now, I’m gonna rewind the movie to the point it was at when Kiro popped into existence.” Kevin said and Kiro perked when he casually wrapped and arm around her waist and she smiled with a fluffy flush as she let the two beautiful people lean into her.
“I love this movie!” Another cat cheered while appearing in Penta’s lap. Schrodinger mewed in seeming agreement and Kiro settled down to relax after her pleasurable ordeal.
🎺
“Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe~!” EDI sang, finishing up the latest of a number of shanties while she navigated the Blade along the route Doctor Doppler had given her from his fancy ancient map.
“This is less a ‘sea’ and more of a river, EDI.” Her ‘domestic god’ husband, Joker, said from inside of her. He was in the galley cooking something, but since she’s been a ‘retired’ ship for thousands of years, he could hear her since her comm system was always open.
“I can sing sea shanties whenever I want while I’m driving!” EDI playfully replied while easily avoiding some debris floating in from the almost silk-like barrier that defined the Webway. Things from Beyond could drift through, but not with intent it seemed. At least the Blade was a less impressive scaled-up version of her Alt, so it was easy to adjust.
“Cats, so many cats.” Jimbo groaned when he sulked back into the bridge, which was empty aside from EDI and the soulless droids helping with subroutines. “Please tell me there’s no cats here. He went somewhere inside me somehow, then left me after he got bored.”
“Oh, Schrodinger? He’s just a silly kitty looking for anything to keep him entertained.” EDI had plenty of experience with the little cutey over the millenia. After all, even though she’s retired, she’s a historical ship who was crucial to events that led to Nexus’s Ascension and screwing Hell over so hard that they haven’t returned to this dimension since.
“I just wish whatever it was that interested him, it wasn’t inside me.” Jimbo grumbled and sat next to the astromech droid, who was an eminently important historical figure. She was docked in a berth rapidly and professionally installed by Nexus, who was on board as the most capable engineer in the Three Galaxies. “So...want company? You’re all alone up here.”
“I’m not alone. My hubby lives inside me, but it’ll be nice to chat with someone new for once.” EDI chirped happily and she tittered when she felt Joker playfully slap a wall. “Would you like to hear the story of when I-uh. Captains Kally or Kiro, is it normal for there to be a black wall to completely block the Webway?”
“Does it have spikes, circular white wards or a giant face for a door?” Kally asked through the intercom and EDI had to consider which of those was the dominant feature.
“Uh, the first two.” EDI really didn’t want to know about the giant face-door.
“Reverse course, you went into Khorne’s part of the Warp. That’s Khaine’s Gate. How did you get here without passing Commorragh?” Kally asked and EDI checked her navigation. She hasn’t fucked up once since she became a Cybertronian! Oh. Uh-oh.
“Because Khaine’s Gate is another way into Commorragh, but yes, do NOT open that gate. If we’re on this side of it, then we should be in the Warp. The fact we’re all intact means somehow we’re not. I wish Brennie was here, she’d probably know another way.” Pillar responded with a sigh.
“What do you mean Brennie isn’t here?! I saw her go to bed with Jane and Kiro!” Jimbo demanded in worry and EDI cooed, detecting the hunk was romantically involved.
“Exactly, Jim. Did you forget she’s a Sex Goddess already? She’s probably in a sex coma right now.” Pillar retorted humorously and Jimbo groaned in dismay.
“Oh, c’mon! She could have at least invited me! Ever since I gave Urta and Penny back their Aspects, I’m suddenly left out of things past my own circle of lovers.” Jimbo pouted, the hulking white-shelled changeling looked utterly adorable to EDI.
“Tell her and she’ll pay attention. The only reason why is because she doesn’t want to pull you away from your own ladies that need your love.” Pillar explained with a snort. “If you need to, pin her to the bed and dominate her throughout the night.” Jimbo seemed to consider it and nodded at the suggestion.
“Yeah, me turning Jane down so much trying to get things done certainly didn’t help.” Jimbo said and EDI span her head with an astromech whistle. Damn boy, you are dense!
“Wait, you’re talking about Jane, not Brennie?” Pillar asked in bemusement while EDI looked at the map, the way she was going...ah. Oh. She did fuck up. Still, this thing shouldn’t be here. Time to double back. Wow, she felt so old suddenly.
“No offense, but I can’t even remember if I’ve been involved with Brennie. The past months have been a blur. I don’t think Brennie has even spoken to me more than a couple of times. So, yes, I was talking about Jane even though I was fretting about Brennie due to where we are.” Jimbo clarified and EDI chirped in amusement. He has it bad and he’s so clueless.
“…We need Brennie’s help, this place is starting to affect the crews’ minds.” Well, that’s another fact to include, considering it’s the Warp and this is the wrong side of Khaine’s Gate. Somehow.
“Materials!” Jimbo bolted to his hooves and EDI trilled in shock at the sight of a horrific red daemon that could only be a servant of Khorne with it’s red battle-scarred flesh and the number of spikes coming off of it. “You will die for-!” It was promptly pulped by Jimbo punching it’s face so hard it imploded somehow.
“Daemons! Alert! Daemons aboard! All hands to battle!” EDI announced, really wishing she wasn’t defenseless right now! She may be a Cybertronian, but her astromech Alt was still just an astromech droid~! One with micro-missiles and blasters, but she was stationary right now!
“Materials!” Several more of the monsters shouted as they emerged from thin air, but Jimbo was clearly not all show in the hunky beefcake muscle department, crushing and breaking them with every strike. EDI was moving the ship away from Khaine’s Gate, which was clearly on the Warp side! Why was the Webway pretending to be here?!
Upon the realization, EDI squeaked in horror and felt the only reason she didn’t just fry her circuits upon seeing the impossibility of the Warp was because she played super-trippy simulations with her hubby sometimes!
They’re in the Warp! Brennie isn’t around! Gods save them!

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Ch.101
Ch.101
“There!” Ah-ha! There’s the sneaky little thing! It’s practically a closed sweater sleeve!
“Thanks! With all these ripples in the Webway surface, the sensors couldn’t tell the difference.” EDI stated and I pulled off the camera visor in case the Blade entering the small space would generate a memetic hazard. “It’s like a giant pale white vagina opening around us. This would be gross if I haven’t had plenty of fun with things like this for thousands of years.”
“Don’t tempt me.” I huffed as I fanned my cleavage through the opening of my tank top that had target bullseyes around my nipples. “All the outside influences and our own rampant horniness is hard enough without the synthetic person in the room adding to the tension.”
“You just haven’t hit your stride. When you do, things like this will be much easier. The only reason the others are susceptible is because all of you fresh-meat harem members are driving them crazy.” EDI giggled with some sharp whistles and chirps.
“Fuck. I don’t think I’ll be able to hit that fer several decades.” I huffed fondly. I look forward to all the many, many years ahead of us. However long that will be. I was already an ageless species, but now I have similarly unaging people to share my time with. Assuming we don’t all die, which I’m trying not to think about despite the Force’s insistence that it might happen soon.
“I married someone almost normal by the standards of the Empire. I didn’t marry him for his body, that came later. You have the challenge of discovering who your new lovers are beneath their sexy bodies and deep carnal hungers.” EDI said sagely, but she was wrong. I already know them better than I once knew myself. You don’t share a Soul and forget everything about it.
That said, I know they need their space now and then. I sense that isn’t exactly the case here, but I’ll find out later. The Force says so. She’s quite the gossip.
🎺
“Did you have to use your own milk?” Bryan asked his wife in aroused exasperation as he put the pan in the oven. While the Tanuki didn’t get to have solid food often, they still fantasized and kept kitchens equipped. The dust had to be cleaned out before they got started, though the milking station was both clean and worn from extensive use. Vinnie had used it immediately.
“You know damn well my milk is creamy, rich and fatty enough to make those muffins fluff up perfectly!” Vinnie rebutted playfully as she shook her girls in her sports bra. Since this expedition wasn’t in any way an uptight military excursion, nobody was in uniform since Bryan gave up on it after throwing himself at Kiro and Jane like the horny bitch he was at that moment.
“Yes, I know and you’re right.” He sighed fondly as Vinnie stirred the rice in the pot, sending her jubblies jiggling against their apron confinement. Thankfully she wasn’t nude besides the apron or she’d be trying to cook while impaled on his length. “How’s the sazon color coming?”
“Beautifully. I’m glad we keep so many ingredients in our Inventories, because we forgot to stock the Blade before taking off.” Vinnie giggled at the almost unfortunate circumstance of going in without food supplies packed for the trip. Then again, nobody thought of it since ships were usually regularly stocked. The Tanuki don’t do that, so it was an unpleasant surprise.
“…I’ve been thinking about Treasure Planet. I know Flint plundered gold and other sorts of riches, but what if it’s not just that? What if he’s plundered technology?” Bryan theorized and Vinnie hummed as she added the olives, capers and the other ingredients of Puerto Rican chicken and rice. The thighs were pre-seared and waiting to be nestled in.
“That’s assuming things are so close to canon. Treasure Planet in this reality is the Protoss’s last ditch effort to avoid whatever mass-extinction event took the Terrans and the ancient Zerg. It obviously failed if they didn’t return to realspace from the Warp.” Vinnie buried the chicken under the rice and then closed the cast iron pot before moving it to the waiting second oven. “Yip!” Vinnie yelped when Bryan slapped her ass and her bushy puffball of a spiky tail wiggled.
“Couldn’t help it with you bending over like that, my Jolteon wife.” Bryan chuckled and Vinnie closed the oven before playfully swatting his left pec with a naughty smile.
“Shut up and back it up, my Arcanine husband.” Vinnie purred and hummed happily when he moved in and they kissed. Her hands grabbed his butt gently and he did the same, but they parted and both of their tails were wagging. “So, dinner and dessert are baking. What do we do while we wait~?” Vinnie licked her lips and pressed her breasts into his lower pecs hungrily.
“Set the table and then go get our new lovers so we can sit down for a romantic dinner?” Bryan asked and then purred when she pouted and cupped his groin. “Now, now, that’s for later.”
“The after-dinner dessert. Right. That just makes it taste better.” Vinnie snorted and followed Bryan out of the kitchen with her hand in his back pocket. These pants have pockets?
“Naughty Jolteon.” Bryan chuckled at his wife’s refusal to keep her hands off of him.
“Mm, careful. I might start sparking.” Vinnie cooed with some electricity jumping between her spiky bristles around her floofy neck.
“Don’t make me breathe fire~.” He replied with some smoke from his lips.
“Heh, we should stop before we get abducted and turned into actual Pokemon for an adventure to try and help some 10-year-old become a Champion.” Vinnie chuckled in a manner that said she wouldn’t be too upset over it and Bryan rolled his eyes. Leave Vinnie to have fantasies of actually being a Pokemon in a glorified dogfight.
It’d be a nice change of pace, yeah, but he’d be going stir-crazy until he found Hoopa, Palkia or Arceus and smashed their faces in until they sent him home. Why did he feel like that’s exactly what some alternate universe version of himself did? If ever they met, he would pat him on the back for telling a Deity Legendary where they could shove it.
🎺
“Is that a clone facility from Kamino?” EDI asked as we passed a facility on an island floating in the Webway once the almost literal euphemistically vagina-tight corridor opened up into a proper Webway tunnel.
“If it is, the Homunculi have it now. Avoid those sorts of facilities or else they will try to snag us.” Kally answered through the intercom.
“How did it get here? That makes no sense.” I commented, then again, this is the Warp, Webway or not. I can’t see what EDI is seeing in case of memetic hazards, but I could imagine ancient clone troopers all over it.
“We must be in Tzeentch’s realm then. He loves hoarding things in nonsensical ways or places. Homunculi have almost no independence, perfect for the Schemer.” Kally stated and EDI squeaked about something. “Oh, also, watch out for tentacles. Slaanesh may like tentacles for lewd reasons, but Tzeentch’s realm is always reaching and grasping. Literally.”
“Maybe we should’ve asked Vinnie for guidance.” Considering her connection with Tzeentch, she could help-.
“Guidance for what?” Vinnie chirped and I perked happily at seeing my Soul-Mate. I joined Vinnie in snorting at the atrocious pun. Soul-Goddesses~! “So, what’s up?” My Jolteon-like lover asked after she finished getting near. I had to resist touching her, because while both of us want it, this isn’t the time.
“I’m dodging eldritch space-tentacles as I fly us through this tunnel of the Webway! Do you have any advice for dealing with this mollusk’s sticky tendies?!” EDI demanded and I was still amused by the cute little droid’s panic.
“Oh, so we’re at the last stretch. Yeah, the tentacles aren’t your only concern.” Vinnie said nonchalantly as the sounds of thunder rumbled outside. Something that was impossible in realspace, but this was the Warp. Logic takes a back seat. “Watch out for the Helldrakes.” Vinnie advised before she took my hand and gently pulled me along.
“So. We’re gonna do this? Have dinner, chat, then fuck? I haven’t been able to do anything like this since I was a teenager.” I nervously admitted to the bristled beauty and she rubbed my knuckles while still gently pulling me along. I really wish Luster Dawn was here, but she’s staying out of the Warp from heavy advice to stay behind. Same for Luna and Celestia.
“Yep!” Vinnie nodded with a cheerful smile.
“So...it’s been hundreds of years since I’ve done anything like this. What do we talk about?” I asked, my nervousness intensifying. My gosh, it’s because it’s her and Brennie, isn’t it? Well, her, Brennie and two others. Kiro and Kally? Oh fuck, my heart is pounding!
“Something we are comfortable telling our significant other. Also, this is more about you three. You’ve shared Souls with us, remember?” Vinnie stated and I gulped. That’s partly the issue with her and Brennie. I don’t know what to talk about! They already know everything about me and I know nearly everything about them, what is there to talk about?!
“There you are.” I suddenly couldn’t see anything or anyone besides the handsome dracowolf standing in the hallway. Oh my gosh, that’s right. Brennie used to originally be male like me! Oh no~! He’s so hot! Why do I have to so intensely remember I used to be a heterosexual male before Lusty turned me primarily female~?! “Existential crisis? I’m surprised you lasted this long.” Shut up you stupid-sexy stud!
“I’ve been having multiple episodes over the months, this is just the latest one where I question how I gave up my old ways so easily and wonder if it was by my own choice or if I was molded by the universe to serve a purpose.” I replied rapidly, trying not to think about bending over and letting him stuff me full of puppies! I also still want to see my current puppies in person.
“Sorry you’ve been feeling that way.” He casually replied as Vinnie pulled me up to him.
“How come ya don’t feel compelled to be only one of the genders?” I pouted up at the man. How can he function right when he switches between the two?!
“Because I don’t think about it or give a shit. So long as it’s my choice, I can do what I feel like.” Bryan’s answer filled me with reassurance about the choices I’ve made so far.
“Then I feel like giving up on my male form besides the dick on occasion?” I asked myself and sighed in acceptance. I really have just decided my new normal is me, not who or what I used to be before Lusty came into my life and saved me. I accepted that months ago, it’s just jarring.
“We should go, dinner is waiting for us.” Bryan and Vinnie led me into the dining area. I smiled at Kiro and Kally, who were both practically holding themselves to their seats and salivating at the food on the table. The two gluttons are probably suffering from restraining themselves. “Vinnie, did you cook enough food?”
“I hope I did.” The golden bunnywolf chuckled nervously.
“W-we’ll be good! We won’t eat more than our share. Right, sis?” Kally said through her teeth.
“Yeah, food, ours, theirs.” Kiro slurred through her slurped drool, her eyes stuck to the plates.
“I’m good with one serving.” I mentioned as I approached the table and sat next to Kiro, who managed to look away from her empty plate waiting to be served to look at me with a sheepish expression. “I know it’s what yew’re used to, but ya can drink my milk to top off.”
“It’s not the amount, angel. It’s the fact that it’s real food~.” Kiro whimpered and turned her gaze back to the large closed pot in the center of the table and the muffins around it. She and Kally then both moaned in an arousing longing as their stomachs roared like savage beasts.
“…We’re gonna need more food.” Bryan sighed and Vinnie sped over back into the kitchen nearby. “We might as well start, she’ll be back-.”
“Back!” Vinnie, tousled and still wearing an apron that made her sexier even though she was still wearing clothes underneath, declared before sitting down and running her fingers through her bristly hair and fur which visibly sparked with electricity. “The next course will be ready in about a half-hour, so we should talk and eat, yeah?” My gosh she’s so adorasexy right now!
“Did ya use Extremespeed or Agility or something?” I joked and Vinnie shrugged.
“Less talk, more food! I mean, please!” Kally blurted, looking like a starving woman and Kiro frantically nodded in desperate hunger. Kiro I get, she’s almost flat! Kally still has her nutrition.
“Eat.” Bryan insisted and served each of us a chicken thigh, along with a single hefty scoop of orange rice loaded with green olives and peas. Then a ladle of a cream sauce was drizzled over it all. “Handmade, no replicator. Thank Vinnie, she’s our chef tonight.”
“Oh my gawd~.” Kiro moaned sexually around the bone of the chicken thigh she’d put whole in her mouth. “It ish sho gud~.” Kiro groaned and even sucked on the food in her mouth. Kally did the same and I looked at the food nervously. Is it that good or are these two gluttons just that desperate for real food? I used a fork and knife to get a piece. O, M, G!
“Puerto Rican Chicken and Rice.” Vinnie declared proudly as the Tanukis and I ate ravenously. “The second wave is just 4-cheese rice with cauliflower and chicken breast.”
A meow came from the vents, followed by another meow and scampering. “I’m sorry, Scrotum! Mama’s in Heaven!” Kally shouted towards the vent and even groped her left breast on her next bite. “Oh, sho gud~!” Kiro nodded in agreement and even had a hand in her lap!
“Do I have to worry about this turning into an episode of Food Wars and your clothes explode off?” Bryan joked and I coughed up some rice before I laughed uncontrollably until Vinnie poured a bottle of something and put the tall glass of red fluid in front of me.
“U-um. I-I’m done with alcohol.” I meekly said, only for her to gently nudge it closer. I hesitantly took the glass, sniffed, then sipped. “Oh, soda. Thank you. What is this? It’s very fruity, but it’s not any flavor I’m familiar with.” I asked while Vinnie poured it for everyone else.
“It’s a brand from Devorak using Blood Berries, Cherries, Cranberry and the souls of the damned!” Vinnie cheerfully answered and I snorted at the joke. I’d sense if there was soul energy in this. There’s something in it, but not soul energy.
“Vinnie, don’t lie. That’s the non-diet version. The diet version doesn’t have souls in it.” Bryan stated and I sensed no deceit this time. Okay then...I’m sure they have entirely logical reasons for using the souls of the damned for soda flavoring. “Anyway, you two. I’ve fused a couple of times with Jane, so I know her in-and-out. I want to learn more about you.”
“Can’t talk, food.” Kiro muffled through her stuffed cheeks, only for Kally to elbow her and they both swallowed. While Kally’s body didn’t change, each swallow had caused Kiro’s boobs to bloat up with milk and she was a DD-cup now. At least she’s getting back her nutrition. “Sorry, hard to think with such incredible food in front of us.”
“Considering what we did last time, I’d say you needed this. Take your time.” Bryan commented with a shrug. “What would you two like to know about us?” He referred to Vinnie and himself.
“Time to eat!” Eris cheered as she rushed into the room, only to cartoonishly skid to a stop and try to escape upon seeing she’d intruded, only for Bryan to grab her long snake tail and she yelped when she was yanked backwards and blushed upon being seated in his lap with his hands on her hips and her tail wrapped around his waist. “Um, sorry? I didn’t know-.”
“It’s fine, you can have some of mine. More is on the way.” The red dracowolf urged and I saw he had barely touched his plate.
“Thank you, daddy~.” Eris purred and shimmied her shoulders against Bryan’s chest.
“Well, first, how does this relationship work? You all fuck around more than we Kui-Tan and that’s saying something.” Kally asked and Kiro nodded before she chugged the tall glass of soda, each gulp making her boobs swell just a tiny bit further. Fuck~ that’s so sexy.
“Most of the people we have sex with are already in the harem. Bryan and I are married. Eris, here, is just an incorrigible fuckbuddy we can’t get away from. We care about her too much. Also, she’s pretty much the one, along with her siblings, to cause us to throw ourselves into the sea of pleasure.” Vinnie answered partially and then looked adoringly at me. “As for Jane and others? They’re already unofficially engaged with us and the others.”
“They’re looking to add you two to that list, in case it wasn’t obvious.” Eris pointed out between nibbles and then she fed Bryan a bite of chicken, having turned sideways and being held casually in his lap.
“Oh~, is this the dinner you promised?” Visilia asked with a purr when she entered. I waved cheerfully at the Fertility Goddess and I was pleasantly surprised when she came to sit next to me and kissed me passionately, making me moan into her lips before we parted and she promptly stole the rest of my soda while Vinnie poured me another.
“Yes, dear. More food is coming, but Vinnie made enough of the first course for seven.” Bryan answered after gulping down his chicken and nuzzled Eris on her head.
“More, to be honest, but it’s easy to forget how much food tanuki can pack away with how skinny they are outside of the hourglass.” Vinnie said nervously as Kiro shoveled the last of her serving into her gullet and her tits bulged back to their original b-ball size. K-cups are King! “Fuck that is so sexy.” Damn straight it is~!
“Down, girl. That’s for later.” Kiro chuckled and leaned into her tail which acted as a cushion for her chair. “Mm, so good. I think freshly cooked food is better than anything a replicator can do.” Kiro belched like a dragon’s roar and then sighed in relief with a slap of her flat tummy. “Good shit. Now my brain isn’t in my gut. So, the way it works is you’re emotionally devoted, but can swing for fun or to even find new harem mates, yeah? I’m sold, that’s all I need to know.”
“Kiro.” Kally chided and then gently pushed her empty plate away before muffling her own sonorous belch in her tail, like a lady. “Mm, I want to know, first, if you’ve ever expelled anyone from the harem, if so then why, along with family rules. You’re too big to just be a harem.”
“Eris, down.” Bryan chuckled at the wiggling serpent, who had turned into a tiny noodle that tried to worm into his pants, but he set her on his shoulders. “We’ve never expelled anyone. We’ve lost people, yes, but it was either to age, illness or assassination. Trust me, that last part got everyone up in arms, our people especially. We don’t mind war, but we hate it when it’s over stupid reasons.”
I shuddered at the memories, the Argentines really left their marks on this universe. However, it was all the strife this universe caused on their own even when trying to help that really caused the Argentines to consider a complete break, even if they refused to divorce their wives here. They still Love them. The fact that it would be best for all of us to go to Devorak stings.
“Poor Pinkie Pie. Her death was one of the wedges between us and this universe.” Visi sighed and I wondered what-oh, right, their Pinkie Pie, not-.
“Someone call?!” The mentioned white-pink pony emerged from a cupboard. “Rice is done!”

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Ch.102
Ch.102
EDI has faced many challenges in her long, long life. She had to cope with being forcibly turned into an LI when she was just a soldier with no family in the Earth Alliance military. She fell in love with a total goob of a man who was now her faithful husband. She has had many, many children with her wonderful husband. She retired from active combat duty.
Retirement was boring and now here she was. In a debris field with no way out after it was clear moments ago. Really, she was expecting things like this, but the absolute frustration and anxiety made her reconsider coming out of retirement. Only for the CNA equivalents of adrenaline and endorphins to remind her why she wanted to come out of retirement in the first place.
They were so close. So, so close to Treasure Planet! She could practically feel the satisfaction of achieving something incredible just out of reach! “I-I-I see-se-a w-way t-t-thru.” One of the droids voiced aloud and highlighted the path on the HUD. If it bothered to speak instead of cant, then it must be developing a soul. That’s impressively quick. Must be the Warp somehow.
EDI followed the path and soon gasped in joy. She was going to break protocol, get in a safe orbit and then announce in the morning hours~!
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Well, having Twili Pinkie Pie show up was a boon. She took over catering, wearing just Vinnie’s apron and oh gosh was she sexy at her towering 10 foot amazonian mini-giantess size with just the apron stretched over her beach ball tits and utterly nude otherwise. Aside from the eye-candy, she set to cooking more food for the ravenous tanukis and allowed us to chat.
I knew all of the things my lovers told our new lovers, but I put in some bits about myself for their benefit. Unless we turn them to slime-oh fuck yes. “How would ya two like to join the Slyme Lyfe?” I suddenly asked at the end of our four-course meal on ‘second dessert’.
“Jane, aside from Eris, they’re the only non-slimes at the table.” Bryan huffed and Eris hummed.
“That also means, they’re the only ones at the table who aren’t ageless.” Eris brought up, which stung me and the others for reasons I know all-too-well. Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie and many others from the Argentine’s side that didn’t take any path of agelessness. Though they mourned for those who died of natural causes, they accepted it.
“Wait, so slimes are ageless? I thought that was just a trope.” Kiro said in surprise and I nodded.
“As the natural-born slime in the room, let me confirm that we don’t age, not by the standards of most species. Y’see, aging is a degenerative disease that we simply don’t have.” I snootily stuck my nose in the air and purposefully extended my snout for a Pinnochio reference that got snickers. “For real, though. We are sapient masses of self-regulating biology. New in, old out.”
“Basically. So long as a slime has nutrition, they cannot age to death. Death only comes for a slime when they wither away into nothing from starvation, evaporate or get vaporized. That said, as converted slimes, I think I can confirm for us all that with certain modifications, you could easily retain your signature Kui-Tan traits as a slime.” Visi stated with a round of nods.
“How were the lemon bars?!” Pinkie Pie asked when she popped up from under the table somehow, when there was no room for the Twili werepony to do so. Hnng~! Her groin is head-height when we’re seated~!
“Delicious and jitter-causing, Pinkie. Thank you.” Vinnie cheerfully answered and the white-pink werepony giggled before seeming to poof away in a bubblegum-smelling cloud. “It hurts, but she’s not our Pinkie. She’s a good friend regardless.”
“So, yeah, wanna go goo?” I asked my new lovers eagerly, only for EDI to barge in, despite the fact she was an astromech droid and had no hands to open the door with.
“I got us to Treasure Planet! I also crashed us into a giant tree. Bask in my greatness!” We crashed? I didn’t feel any inertia on impact.
“1: thank you for getting us here. 2: fuck you, you’re fixing the damn ship!” Bryan roared in anger while the tanuki sisters wailed in dismay at the state of their ship.
“The shield was still up and I landed in what looks like a town built on the giant tree. I ran diagnostics and it looks like we only have paint damage, but there is a big creature hitting the shield with a sword.” EDI explained before showing an outside image of what looks like a human noodle covered in red fur. Well it’s not really a Chaos Noodle, but it’s as mismatched as them.
“The fuck is that? Why does it look so mangled?” I asked in confusion as smaller, even more mismatched creatures started to rush the Blade.
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Bryan sighed in annoyance before getting up from his seat. “C’mon, let’s deal with this mess.” Pulling Eris from his neck, he opened up his pants and she squealed in delight before zooming into them. “Just in case these things want to take her away from us.” He reasoned with a grunt.
“Sure~.” Vinnie cooed with a wiggle of her brows.
“Ya just want her around yer cock.” Jane said with a purr as she started walking through the ship to the hatch with everyone slowly getting weapons ready.
“And she enjoys it very much.” Bryan chuckled with a pet on his groin, before summoning his armor and pulling out his Greatsword: the Bloodstained Horror.
“I wouldn’t mind that treatment from my husband.” EDI giggled as she wobbled on her wheels.
“Not all of us are a monogamous sort, lass.” Jane jested before putting on her right arm and leg armor over her clothes.
“Vinnie, are you coming?” Bryan asked his wife and battle-sister.
“Hm, nah. I’m gonna tell the others what happened and what’s going down. We’ll be back-up until then.” Vinnie replied and then broke off to go get the rest of the crew. Soon enough, they made it to the hatch and exited to find a bemusing scene.
“Woah! Hello! How’s it going?! I am BEN and could you help me with this nasty Misbegotten?!” A brass robot with a part of its head missing begged the crew when they walked emerged. It was tied up hanging upside down over a pot of boiling water. “They seem to want to eat me!”
“EDI, did another group make it here before us?” Jane asked the Droid.
“How the fuck would I know?” EDI countered with a spin of her head.
“Let’s just help the robot.” Jane said before she drew her blaster and fired at the largest ‘misbegotten’ amongst the enemies. It dropped dead with a thundering crash as the other creatures wisely scattered.
“What the fuck are these things?” Bryan asked as he poked the corpse with his sword.
“They are remnants of some terraforming procedure that had gone haywire!” BEN answered from where he was still dangling over the Black Cauldron before the cat, Schrodinger, rushed from the ship and ran down the tree in glee.
“Schrodinger, no!” Kally called out in dismay as the cat ran away.
“Sis, he does this on every new world we land on and he always comes back. I have no idea how that old hairball is still alive.” Kiro assured her older sister and then shot the rope holding BEN over The Cauldron, causing him to land on the side of it and toss everything into a scalding hot mess.
Bryan approached the downed robot and picked him up. The grime that stuck to his metallic shell fell off, revealing the bronze surface was still intact and in peak condition somehow.
“Thank you! You’re my best friends! Watch out for the Deathbird!” BEN warned and pointed to the creature that had been attacking the Blade before it turned its attention to the group.
“What the fuck is that?!” Jane demanded of the skeletal bird burning in black flame.
“A Deathbird, a degenerated Protoss that presided over funeral rights! They’ve kinda mutated and worship something called Lady Death now!” BEN screamed as he hid behind Bryan.
“Can Lady Death help us here? Kinda affiliated with the lass.” Jane asked the local.
Bryan growled in annoyance and charged the Deathbird. However, it unleashed a torrent of black flame towards him. Everyone watched in horror when he was engulfed by it, only to be shocked when the Doom Marine came out from it unharmed.
“Knocked over his cereal again!” Schrodinger the cosmic cat announced with a purr.
“Whose?” Jane asked In confusion while Bryan put the mutant bird snake monstrosity in a chokehold despite it being twenty times his size.
“No one important.” The mysterious cat answered dismissively Before Brian performed a chokeslam with the Deathbird against the trunk of the giant tree they were docked at. The creature roared as flaming skulls erupted from its back and homed in on the Marine before he twisted his arms and its spine separated from its skeletal head.
“It’s a cat being a cat, why question it?” Kiro asked In bemusement.
“Because that cat has vast cosmic powers, hangs out with the King of Vampires and fucks the Lover of Cannons.” Bryan said as he approached the group while pointing at Schrodinger.
“Who are those two?” Jimbo asked, relaxed since the violence was over.
“We can worry about that later. Luv, what the fuck was that?! How did ya survive?” Jane questioned frantically while she checked him over. Not a single scorch mark on his armor. “Wait a minute…is this another fucking secret ya kept hidden despite our souls fusing?!”
“…Yes.” Bryan admitted with a nod. “Not even Urta and our other wives know of this. Yes, this also includes Cocoa. Tell me, how much do you know of One Piece?” Oh, she will get a kick out of hearing this. Along with potentially fucking him to death.
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“Where is that blasted Cat, I will kill it with the Force!” The UnSC CEO screamed in rage.
“Sir, we really should get to work, also your daughter is here.” A clone stated.
“Tell Ophelia I’ll be with her in a moment. Where are you?” The CEO snarled with lightning arcing on his palms.
“Daddy, will you please give up this obsession with a cat?” Ophelia, a clone of The CEO who was mixed with a female he had fancied in recent years, thus was gray like him, entered the office and looked annoyed with her father. “Nyphono is practically knocking on our doorstep.”
“I’ve already ordered counterstrikes and hired loyal mercenaries to help in the fight.”
“Would it kill you to put on pants?” Ophelia complained with a rube of her equine snout.
“I’m wearing a robe, sweetie, you don’t wear pants with a robe.”
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“…Well, that would explain why the DE was becoming strained from ya guys’ ‘sparring’.” I said after Bryan told us about Haki. Of course, he was the first one to learn it from a Displaced Tournament he partook in over ten thousand years ago. “So, why dinnae ya teach Willow and the others any ‘o that? Wouldn’t that’ve saved Urta from being manipulated?”
“Because the other Doom Marines were slowly, but surely becoming infected. Remember, I had to fight and kill them just to snap them out of it. So, in retrospect, while what Urta did back then was bad, it’s not the worst.” Bryan reminded us all.
“I just realized we could have had a One Piece style Grand Adventure going around and freeing the Galaxy one system at a time. Or popping over to a Dragon Ball universe and borrowing their Dragon Balls to wish the Galaxy back to stability.” There were a lot of options I didn't even consider. Oh well.
“Also, we better find a way to the ground or use the ship.” Jimbo commented, clearly trying to keep us all on task.
“Where’s BEN? We need information.” Bryan inquired and the robot in question popped up.
“Hello! I didn’t want to get melted. Anyway, let's head this way, we need to find the module holder in this area to…uh what was I saying again?” BEN said as he marched down a set of branches. “Wait! I’ve lost my mind!”
“Obviously. I mean, ya do know yew're missing a chunk ‘o the back of yer head, right?” I asked with disbelief that he's even operating. I mean, there's wires hanging out and everything.
“Oh, my Primary memory circuit is gone!” He yelled before stopping and turning back to us. “Oh, yes, this way!”
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“Oh my gosh. It's like I stepped into the past.” Penta said after she emerged from the ship and looked around at a world much like Equus in her youth. Well, Urta’s youth, Penny mostly decked people in the streets of her home city. “Is there some sort of demonic plague here too?”
“Uh? Demonic? No, there’s the messed up terraforming, the lack of death and the creepy kingdom around the control and command interface of the planet.” BEN said from down the branches that he was guiding everyone through since EDI was finagling the Blade.
“So you know of Demons?” Penta asked as she jumped down to the others below. The crew slowly reunited as EDI removed the Blade from the branches high above.
“Oh yes, the Warp was about as prevalent at the start before the Gellar Field went up, but they still whisper here and there.” BEN explained before lifting some leaves and opening a hatch that led into the planet. “These tunnels run across the whole planet! We’ll use them to avoid most of the dangers. Locals seem to have forgotten them.”
“I find that highly unlikely.” Jane said skeptically, then paused after nearing the hatch. “BEN, a lot of us are rather…gifted.” Jane stated with embarrassment because the width of her hips and bust were clearly too much for the tiny hatch that the skinny brassy robot had entered.
“Oh, I’ll meet you below then. It’s too dangerous for me to be in the open.” BEN said before closing the hatch. Then screaming was heard from inside fading as BEN seemingly fell.
“Is he dead?” Kiro asked before Bryan took the lead, walking down the branches before reaching some city streets that surrounded the trunk of the tree, still very high up.
“I don’t think so, let’s just get through this city before more mutants attack.” Jane suggested as she retrieved light chakram from her cleavage to pair with her blaster.
“Art thou Maidens?” Asked a white masked fellow from an alley that the group passed. “If not then Mong’s Dynasty will welcome thou into his realm.”
“Does he mean Fire Keeper Maiden? Or something else?” Penta asked before Bryan approached the man, the two looked at each other for a moment until the berserker kicked the guy off the tree.
“None of that shit!” Bryan shouted as the man’s screams faded.
“Hey, is that an elevator over there?” Kiro pointed at a large alabaster elevator hanging from a branch higher than this one by chains. It was currently on their floor. “Let’s take that down.”
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“Alright, so what the fuck happened at the Limgrave Minor Erdtree? Some meteor crashed into it and unknown daemons emerged?” Sir Gideon Ofnir the All Knowing asked his scouts as he read one of his reports. “And a Cat killed Godrick? How does a Cat of all things kill even that runt of a Demigod?”
“Yes sir. The Daemons left the Tree and headed for Caeild for some reason. As for Godrick, he died from anaphylactic shock. He seems to have been allergic to cats.” The beetle-man said.
“Makes sense, since he kept that lion guardian as far from him as possible.” Gideon said as he picked up another report. “Did you get the Great Rune?”
“No, the Cat seems to have taken it.” The shape-shifting beetle spy chittered.
“What?!” The ear-themed knight demanded in dread.
“We couldn’t find the Great Rune on Godrick’s body, the cat had also marched off to Liurnia before we could catch it. Here’s a painting of it.” The creature presented a fresh painting.
“Well, at least I have an image. I’ll scold the other Tarnished about this travesty.”
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“All this is just not going to fly. I'm going to try and put an order in to the Coven even if they're scattered about the Twilight Realm of the Warp at the moment.” Penta declared with disgust while the group walked along the cobblestone road into a blighted red hellscape.
“Are those undead? They look so rotted.” Jane pointed out a horde of shambling corpses approaching with a giant dino/dog following them with slobber all over its maw.
“Cover?” James asked after the towering Changeling Behemoth drew his blaster.
“There’s some buildings over there!” Kiro suggested before a strangely armored blue-accented person rushed by on a horned horse and casually killed everything by swinging a giant sword made of other swords clean through them in an unrealistic display of strength, dexterity and skill. The person didn’t even slow down and continued down the road deeper into the blight.
“Should we follow? Feels weird not following.” Penta commented.
“Bird!” Kally warned while pointing up.
“Bird?” Byran asked before seeing a giant corvian with a beak full of teeth that was utterly fugly flying towards them. “What the fuck is this place, Brazil?!”

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Ch.103
Ch.103
“Who's a good kitty, who's a good kitty?” Renala cooed at the cat that had wandered into her chamber. All of her daughters were cooing with her. Renala didn’t even mind that it had taken her Great Rune as it was just so adorable, unlike those nasty beasts her son loved.
“Mother? Art thou well?” Ranni questioned when she warped into the chamber in confusion since the wards around her mother went off, however, there was no fighting going on.
“Ranni? You’re not dead?!” Renala said in shock. “Where have you been?! I’ve been so worried and I…made clones of you, lots of clones.”
“Mother, thou hast thine mind back? From where did that cat cometh?” Ranni asked before the cat jumped into her bosom under her dress. “Goodness, this creature is quite lewd!”
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“…I hate this place.” Kevin sneered in disdain.
“And yet you’re taking samples?” Bryan questioned with a raised brow.
“I deal in toxins, venoms and poisons. While this is a very bad idea, I’m gonna use it as a weapon.” Kevin declared while being careful to take a sample from a Scarlet Rot swamp. With the vial secured, he placed it back into his satchel.
“This place isn’t as bad as Tartarus had been.” Penta commented.
“‘Had’, being the key word here. Here? It’s still an issue.” Bryan rebuked.
“Should we head towards the fort, fort, city, fort or temple?” Jane asked, looking through a high tech spy glass while standing on top of Edward’s shoulder.
“I think the temple, actually.” James suggested with a raised finger.
“Why so many forts?” Kiro questioned with a bemused shake of her head.
“Battles were waged here and this pathogen was the parting shot.” Bryan summed up with Kevin nodding in agreement.
“Why the temple?” Kally asked the white Changeling Behemoth.
“It might have intel or we could talk to a local deity to figure out how to get this planet working.” James suggested with a small shrug, which on his beefy body was still a lot of motion.
“It’s clear across this place and that guy on the horned horse with the sword made of swords is going to the biggest fort here. Any objections?” Jane asked before a meteor roared across the night sky and crashed into the Mistwood near where the Blade was parked.
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The Tarnished reached for Radahn’s Great Rune when the Witch Renna appeared with a cat and stole it. He blinked, then looked at the Warrior Jar, Iron Fist Alexander, questioning what was going on after Renna warped away with the Rune-Bearing cat.
“This is why you’re Maidenless!” Patches taunted from his hiding spot in the sand.
“Maybe the Cat is a better warrior.” Iron Fist said and the Tarnished fell to the ground, dejected.
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“Okay, dragons, gargoyle and a few weird guys. What is with this graveyard?” Penta asked as Bryan opened the door to the temple. The dracowolf looked in and saw a canine covered in robes kneeling in the back. Are they the god of this temple?
“Death, I smell it, feed it to me.” The deity begged with a deep male voice.
“Nope.” Penta popped the P in deadpan.
“But I need to consume Death.” The deity pleaded in confusion at them.
“No way you're male.” Penta clarified, the Fertility goddess was oddly annoyed with the beast.
“What?” The deity said, their confusion growing as it rose to a sitting position.
“Potion.” Penta tossed one of her potions at the god.
“Gah!” The male’s voice suddenly changed, becoming feminine before a heaving armored bosom burst from the robes. “What?! How?! My magic?!”
Penta puffed out her chest with a victorious grin, only to deflate when she turned around and saw her husbands leave the temple in silent disappointment.
“What~?” Penta whinged sadly.
“What was that magic? Who are you? How is Destined Death following you?!” The female deity charged the doors while unsheathing a sword from her hand. “I will Consume you!”
“Oh fuck!” Jane yelped and grabbed Penta to drag her aside before the sword flared a deathly dark red which hit Bryan. He growled and crumbled to the ground in pain as the mist of the dark red flare wafted off of him.
“Bryan?!” Penta gasped in fear as everyone brought their weapons to bear.
“Still want to talk to this god?” Jane remarked to James.
“Hostile, talk later!” James growled as the wolf goddess moved with speed to rival the Marines and took a swing at Kevin.
In response, Kevin dodged the strike and kicked the goddess back inside the temple, causing her robes to fall away to reveal a black armored pale white wolf crumpling into the ruined wall. She was a beauty even knocked out and vulnerable.
“Okay, let's tie her up and get information.” Jane suggested cheerfully.
“Bryan, are you okay?” Penta asked her husband. His response was to shoot her in the face with his Super Shotgun. “Ow!” Her voice was distorted since she had to reform her head from the shot. Argent slime or not, getting so violently disrupted is painful.
“Why did you provoke it?!” Bryan roared and Penta wilted under his baleful glare.
“To be fair, I tossed a death cure at her! I thought her need for death to consume was sus.” Penta answered while Kiro and Kally with Kevin and Jane tied up the goddess and hung her bondage style from the high vaulted ceiling, away from her blade.
“Idiot!” He spat before storming off.
“Fuck. Bryan, I'm sorry!” Penta yelled as she ran after her angry husband.
“Okay, how to wake her? Shove a dildo up her snatch?” Kiro suggested with eyebrow wiggles.
“Seems like she could need it.” Jane agreed with a vindictive smirk.
Kevin didn’t say much, but he moved everyone away from the bestial knight, much to their confusion. From there, he started counting down with his finger and once he reached zero, they heard a thunderous blow and Penta came flying in. The Argent cyberslime vixen collided with the unconscious she-beast and that woke her up.
“Why does he always run off?! You fucking Cunt!” Penta growled before kicking the wolfess in the face in wrath.
“Let me go! I must consume death! My mistake must be mended!” The wolfess roared as she struggled with her bindings, Jane pulled out an Urta Dildo from her cleavage. “W-what are you going to do with-awoo~!” The bound bitch howled in pleasure from her surprisingly moist mons taking the giant dildo with ease.
“Shit you are fertile.” Penta groaned at what her Fertility Aspect told her.
“Keep it in your pants.” Kevin told her. “Do you have any idea how to turn this planet on?”
“What?” The Goddess growled as Jane worked the Dildo. “What do you mean by-awoo! Yes, it's been so long!” The goddess panted in wanton lust.
“This world is Treasure Planet, a Pirate used it before to travel the Webway. How do you make it work?” Jane explained while working the horsecock into the needy bitch.
“I do not understand, uhn, so close.” The wolfess panted and wriggled needily.
“What’s Destined Death?” Kevin asked, more focused on something the woman surely knew.
“I am sworn to-fuck, yes~!” The woman bellowed and howled in orgasm while Jane kept fucking her hanging form with the dildo. “K-keep, going~.”
“Sworn to what?” Kevin demanded.
“K-keep the Rune of Death in exile from the Elden Ring.” The wolfess answered breathlessly.
“Elden Ring? Rune of Death? Are those in the legends?” Kevin probed further.
“Oh! Those are the Control Magics!” BEN said as Bryan came back with the robot on his shoulders fireman style. “There’s the one for Death right there!”
“No, you can’t have it! I won’t have it stolen again!” The wolfess growled before beginning to moan loudly. “Let me cum!”
“I’ll make you a deal, you come with us with that sword of yours and I’ll fill that belly of yours.” Jane proposed to the wolfess.
“Fill?” The wolfess asked before Jane pulled the Dildo out and dropped her pants. “Wait, I'm not ready, I'm not-ahn~! Yes~! Fuck me~!”
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“Oh, this bitch is good~. This is going to be fun~.” I groaned under my breath as I slid my silver canine cock into this full flesh white wolf.
“C-can the others leave while you mate me?!” The wolfess begged as her pussy milked my cock eagerly while she squirmed as much as she could in her bound, hanging position.
“Fine, we'll give the would-be-prude some privacy.” Bryan said, leading the others out just beyond the door to guard. I can tell he was still mad at Penta and she was pretty angry too.
“Hm, fuck, yer pussy is amazing, just like my Luster Dawn.” I growled into the wolf’s ear before giving a hard thrust. “Then again, she’s a shapeshifter and probably imitates a wolf’s cunt since I’m a wolf too~.”
“You’re already mated?” The goddess gasped in pleasure and surprise.
“To most of the people with me, in fact. Mm, yew’re a big bitch too. Size queen, I’m not suppressing my dick size at all.” She’s as big as Edward and Rico after all.
“Ah, fuck, I haven’t actually mated before. I only used my paw and toys, this feels so much better.” She groaned in need before she howled in another orgasm. Hm, I’m going to enjoy stuffing her womb with pups. “Are you going to take me as a mate?”
“I already have many mates and unless ya prove I should keep ya, I’m not looking for another. I could just impregnate ya as a reminder of this night.” I groaned, giving her tight ass a spank and ground my knot in her lips. “I am a pirate after all, this is just another port to me. That said, I’m keeping yer panties, beautiful. What’s yer name?”
“Wait, please take me! This place is horrible! My step sister is a madwoman, she sent me in exile just to keep that rune away, she-!“ Malekith, she told me her name partway through, explained her horrible life story in a matter of minutes as I rammed her snatch at a slow pace. “I can’t even betray the cunt because of programming from the Greater Will!”
She was in tears by this point as I hugged her waist, still lodged in her quim and rocking her gently in her hanging BDSM rope harness.
“I can’t even disobey anything the two fingers tell me or I’d go mad.” Malekith finished rambing and I shushed her before thrusting one more time and she howled when I bust my nuts. “So much! So much~! Ahn~! I’m gonna burst! I’ll have so many pups!”
“Yeah, ya are and yew're mine.” I growled as I settled in for a moment before pulling back enough for my knot to pop out, letting her drain a little and then began thrusting again.
“You want to seed my field again?!” Mal groaned as I licked her white furred neck and grabbed her massive mams from behind, having increased in size to make this easier.
“Hm, yes, I want my Mal to be thoroughly full of pups.” I snarled in her ear. How do I get rid of that programming? Fuck do I have a soft spot for girls with trama. I’m keeping her, filling her with life and breaking her free of her torment. “I’m gonna try something weird, bear with me.”
“Wha-ah!” Mal yelped before I engulfed her ear with my maw and slithered my tongue inside. Old legends said slimes could mess with people's minds, hopefully I fix things for her. “Nyo~! You’re in my head~!” Wow does Mal have a hentai voice and phrasing.
Okay, now I just need to meld and-oh fuck that’s a lot of stuff that is not actually her. So, a giant two fingered hand, a blond woman and a big jelly blob. How do I deal with you? Do I stab? Let's do the weird hand first.
“Grah! Wha mahia!” Mal drooled as I battled the surprisingly powerful hand in her mind while I rammed her pussy. The hand raged, but fell under my assault, leaving Mal panting and her fur becoming brighter. I took on the bitch next, finding her a harder opponent. Ow that fucking hurt.
“Okay hammer bitch, die!” I snared and had to rip her out, causing Mal’s Mams to get even bigger. Next is the jelly.
“I feil web.” Mal giggled as I battled the jelly before ripping it out of her mind too and suddenly Mal surged from 14 feet tall to 20 feet tall before I pulled my slime from her mind.
“Better?” I panted since I had to grow more to stay knotted with her and pumped my seed into her womb again, making sure she was pregnant. Suddenly, she vanished in a mist of dark flames into my shadow before I felt hands exploring my form. A sudden kiss on my lips made me melt as a large tongue tangled with mine.
“Explicitly so, my lord. I’m with you to the end.” Maliketh purred before pawing my cock with invisible hands. Oh, this is bad but so good.
“Are ya inside me?” I moaned, feeling that succulent snatch slide back on my cock.
“Deep inside~.” Mal moaned as she jumped my cock, played with my breasts and suckled on my nipples. “I'm your shadow now.” I have an invisible Lover now, yay!
“You two okay?” Penta poked her head in the door as I grabbed the supposed rune.
“Just dandy! Mal is my shadow now and she's ghost fucking me!” I panted before I started to cum again, causing my seed to pool visibly in the air as Mal growled in orgasm.
“Okay, that’s hot. We need to get going, does your lover know where to go?” Penta cooed.
“Stormveil Castle, a Rune should be there or Castle Redmane on the islet to the south.” Mal panted as her pussy left my cock and she took the sword from me. “There are two Shard Bearers there. You filled me so much, this was amazing.”
“BEN, can you sense the Runes in any of those locations?” Kevin asked the robot.
“Nope, if I could sense them I’d have tried going to them.” BEN said cheerfully. “I mostly try to not die!” Understandable, considering his limited means and mental hindrance.
“I only know from my Vulgar Militia that I send out as spies.” Mal said after I put my pants back on and left the temple structure. “Another is in the lake to the north, two more beyond that, rumors of another in the volcano and a last in the Haligtree hidden away. Some rumors also say Mogh is deep in Siofra River with his own.”
“…Why do I get the feeling that the cat already has some of the Runes?” Bryan questioned with a sigh, which reminded us that Scrotum did run off on us back on the Blade.
“How the hell would Schrodiger get them?” Kiro asked uneasily about the idea.
“Cat? Like a Lion Beast?” Mal asked in bemusement.
“Not as big as one.” Kevin said while he shook his head.
“A small Cat? How small? How could it get Runes?” Mal asked as we began leaving this horrible place with everything we hadn’t slain on the way in avoiding us.
“Let’s find out.” Bryan stated with a frustrated huff.
“I was only trying to help.” Penta grumped at Bryan while making her tails brush against him sensually, causing the dracowolf to shiver in both pleasure and rage.
“Let’s head towards the Lake.” Kevin suggested and we were all in agreement.
“Yeah, we can backtrack with the ship if we have to.” Kally suggested patiently.
“Almost midday, might be night when we get there. Good thing I have camping gear set up!” Kiro said with a suggestive purr.
“Yay, camping!” BEN cheered after getting off of Bryan’s shoulder.
“Do hope this is not like the events of the Corruption war.” Penta said with a nostalgic grunt.
“It’s already corrupt, no point in warring over deadlands now.” There’s a real stark contrast between Bryan and Penta when it comes to their concerns in War.

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Ch.104
Ch.104
“*Meow!*” Schrodinger cried at the snake.
“Ranni, you’re half dead and why is there a cat? I can’t make use of either of you.” Rycarde told his undead sister.
“You underestimate my champion's power.” Ranni said to Rycarde before the cat opened its mouth and suddenly a stream of unknown magic fired from its tiny maw and slammed into Rycarde with the force of a thousand suns!
“What?! Ah~!” Rycarde’s screams faded when his body rapidly disintegrated in the beam.
“I was not expecting that.” Ranni blinked before looking at the cat she held.
“*Mew!*” The tabby purred as he absorbed the serpent lord’s Great Rune.
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“Lord Rycarde is dead! Everyone run!” Yelled a servant of the Volcano Manor.
“Our lord is dead? Where’s Mother?” Raya asked in confusion before following the other servants out of the Manor. “I should find a new Lord!” She exclaimed in excitement, not fully comprehending what was going on.
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“That was a good night.” Penta sighed from beside her husband as the others talked to a merchant on the shore of Liurnia lake for directions.
“Yes, it was.” Bryan said with a smile before he smacked the back of Penta’s head.
“Ow, what was that for?!” Penta huffed as she rubbed her gooey skull.
“For thinking with your cunt. I get it: it’s fun and all, but you can’t use sex to solve everything just because you also find it funny. Also, be glad Jane isn’t breathing down your neck, you did change someone’s gender against their will.” Bryan pointed out.
“She was already female, she was just using magic to hide it. That potion shut off her magic, I didn’t know her sword was Death.” Penta grumbled in frustration.
“That’s what happens when you assume things.” Bryan really hated people who don't use common sense. Something he remembered his father teaching him when he was a boy.
“Okay, you have a point. I concede.” Penta said, holding her hands up in surrender.
“This way, slowpokes!” Kiro yelled at the two from up the road.
“We’re coming!” The two answered before they trudged up the flooded road and killed weird undead creatures absentmindedly. Nothing here was a real threat, just annoying.
“Hello, will someone be my Manor's new lord?” A hunched over young woman called from a gazebo up the road. She had blond hair, wore a green dress and looked around with brilliant yellow eyes until she noticed them. “Oh, will one of you take the place of my late lord?”
“Who are you and what happened?” Kevin questioned the girl.
“I don’t know, someone said my lord had died and the servants all fled. I want to bring a new powerful Lord to replace him so the Volcano Manor may thrive! Oh, I’m Raya by the way.” Raya told them as she shyly hid her face behind her blonde hair.
“Do you know how the previous lord died, Raya?” Bryan asked with a raised brow.
“No.” Raya said, looking at the ground in a strange way.
“I know your type, you ran off the moment you heard about it and didn't even get clarification.” Jane stated chipperly, the slime wolfess was well-fucked and happy from yesterday.
“Well, Mother was not around and I never met the Lord, so I did not know where to find his chamber.” Raya admitted sheepishly. “There were also far more servants than I remember ever seeing as they fled the manor.”
“Were they snake people too?" Jane asked casually.
“I think so.” Raya said with a blush. “Wait, how did you know?! I thought I was unique!”
“She’s so Innocent!” Kally cooed.
"Can I Potion her?" Penta asked excitedly.
“Why?” Bryan asked in annoyance.
“She needs a confidence boost!” Penta exclaimed.
“How old is she?” Kevin asked.
“I’m right here. What potion? Like a perfumer's concoction?” The cute shy girl questioned.
“Maybe, this is the potion.” Penta said holding it up just as Bryan smacked her in the head making the fox drop it at the girl's feet, causing it to explode in a pink cloud. Once it faded, a red sexy snake woman with Imperial proportions was before them blinking in Confusion. “I wasn’t going to throw it. This one’s on you!”
“Then stop pulling them out.” Bryan growled.
“I have...breasts now? Why are they so big? Can I still extend my torso?" The red busty snek then somehow extended her torso seamlessly and then yelped when her limbs absorbed into her elongated body and she coiled up with her bust resting atop her coils as a boob-snake.
“Did we really need to do that?” Kally asked with concern.
“She was just telling us about the Manor on her own.” Kevin commented.
"Thank you! I feel fantastic! Please let me return the favor. Be known that my name is Zorayas, I am the daughter of the lady of Volcano Manor. Please, take my, um, coils, so that I may take thee to the mansion.” Zorayas presented her bountiful chest to the group.
“Sure.” Jane said before groping Zorayas’ bosom and the others touched her long noodle body.
They were suddenly warped to a mansion that was encased in a red glow and the sounds of bubbling lava. Jane’s memories told Bryan that she had spent months hiding out on lava worlds enough times tell by the sounds and smells. Sulfur is basically solid farts, by the way.
“Zorayas? Where did you go? Who are these people?” A haggard woman who sounded like she had been crying for a few hours asked and they turned to look at her fully-covered form.
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Eris sighed in content, a warm smile graced her lips with her hands running along her pregnant-looking belly. Being Bryan’s temporary Inventory Pet was exhilarating, something she would definitely take great joy in milking, both literally and figuratively.
Speaking of which. “Time to give you a wash!” Clicking her fingers, Eris summoned a sponge, two buckets: one full of warm soapy water and the other full of clear water, and a towel. With all the essentials in hand, she moved toward her target of cleaning: the massive sheath and churning spunk bunkers.
Donning an apron, she got to work on cleaning the breeding tool. While she washed away the grime and filth, Eris remembered how she would tie herself to these cum orbs upside down with her quim grinding up against the underside of the sheath with her head wedged between the sperm factories. The chaos noodle’s cheeks blushed when her imagination took form while she continued to clean. “Goodness~.”
Within her mind’s eye, she can see it: shorties living out their lives like she was right now as Inventory Pets. Kind of like a personal little Housekeeper, taking care of their partner’s sexual needs as much as indulging in their own. Lewder still: being pregnant, chained to their lover’s balls, shown off on a nudist beach for all to admire and praise.
Bryan groaned as his cock started to become erect. Eris worked a little faster as her step-daddy’s member showed itself. “Daddy’s getting all excited from me just cleaning him~.” She purred in delight as the glorious, godly prick stood tall and throbbed proudly. “Hm, finish cleaning, then have fun.” Eris told herself.
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Zorayas hummed as she petted Schrodinger who purred in her hands as the group walked with Tanith down into the mountain. The masked woman had almost attacked the group before Zorayas vouched for them. The Crucible Knight she had almost ordered to his death was still itching for a fight, something Bryan could appreciate from a seasoned veteran.
“You okay, Bryan?” Jane asked when she noticed his strange gait as he lagged behind.
“Eris.” Bryan chuckled with a suppressed grunt of pleasure, feeling his Inventory Pet doing wonderous things to him. Perhaps he’ll reward her later on~.
“So, what is our goal here?” Raya asked.
“Does anyone else hear that whistling (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVbyQkn6GWg)?” Jane questioned before the eerie echo of someone whistling ceased.
“Oh no, death has returned to the Lands Between! But how?! The Rune of Death had been stolen before the Shattering!” Maliketh whined within Jane’s shadow before she yelped. “My blade! Two adorable little wolf puppies just stole it! I…don’t feel attached to it now?”
“Well, fuck, how are we gonna kill whatever is lording over Treasure Planet?” I asked, since from what Maliketh has told us, Destined Death, the Great Rune embodied in her sword, was this place’s Concept of Death condensed and restricted, because nothing truly died here.
The sky turned a burning red outside. What the hell is happening now?
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“*Nya~!*” Schrodinger finished firing a beam of plasma up into the boughs of the Erdtree and Ranni petted it while Melina gawked at the animal that Ranni had urged her to hold for a moment the instant they had entered the throne yard at the base of the Erdtree.
“Ranni! What are you doing, you traitorous wench?!” Morgott roared at the snow witch as he marched down the stairs from the tree. Ranni just shrugged as she looked to either side at Melina, who she had approached for the means of burning the Erdtree and Melania, who she sought out after the Cat slew Mohg and she told her what became of Miquella.
“Bringing an end to this farce and freeing us all from the Golden Order and the entity from beyond the stars. You can join your brother Mohg in death or relinquish your Great Rune so that the Elden Ring can be made, at the least, mostly whole once again.” Ranni declared and Morgott snarled as his grip on his staff clenched and it shattered to reveal the black, curved, wickedly beautiful iridescent blade beneath.
“Like I would side with traitors such as thee!” Morgott snarled and rushed at Ranni.
“Very well. Ladies, do we put him in his place or let my champion do it?” Ranni petted Schrodinger again.
“Why am I even here anymore?” A Tarnished woman with a massive sword made of swords and wearing a full suit of worn knight armor asked with a shrug that really shouldn’t be possible with the sword bigger than a person in her hand as she casually waved it around like a stick.
“Because we still need you as consort for Ranni.” Melania said with scowl. “We still must follow Traditions in some measure and you gave her that ring before you turned yourself into a woman.” Melania groused in annoyance.
“Well, sorry if I didn’t realize giving a Larval Tear to Ranni’s mum would get me turned into a clone of Ranni from before she epically ended her first body with the Rune of Death.” The Tarnished huffed indignantly as she pointed in the general direction of Raya Lucaria.
“Cease ignoring me!” Morgott roared as he fought against a summon of Ranni. Only for the cat to suddenly become a giant cat head. “No-!” *Nom! Mew~!*
“Aw~, so cute~!” The ladies all chorused before the giant tabby cat head shrunk back down into a normal-seeming cat, who pranced up to Ranni for scratchies and to be held.
“But really, why was I even needed? And what is that cat?” The Tarnished asked before Melina smacked her upside the head. “Ow.”
“Let's just find mother and overturn this false order.” Melina groaned, wondering why she picked a wanderlusting idiot as her champion. Fourteen days just running around, delving into ruins. She became so strong in a very short time and could’ve handled all of this, but to be utterly fair, she was just going to end up as Elden Lord Consort because of convenience and power. Also, she was very handsome and then beautiful after her change on top of everything else.
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“So, it is true. My Lord Rykard is truly gone. Our rebellion against the gods has ended. Or, perhaps not.” Tanith mused as she turned towards the large group that had followed her into the depths of Volcano Manor. “You are all so powerful and you seek the means of control over this world? Then you must seek the base of the Erdtree, force entry and end the Golden Order.”
“Anyone else getting UnSC fucking Corpo off this cunt?” Jane asked, looking back at the others.
“Jane, everything in this world is fucked up because they all believe that what they’re doing is the right path.” Bryan retorted in a snort and her ears fell flat.
“I-what do you speak of?” Tanith questioned in utter confusion.
“Mom, they could be our new lords!” Zorayas declared, still fixated on finding a new Lord.
“I’m taking your cinnamon roll of a Daughter, because I don’t really think this creepy manor is the best place for such a dear. Plus, this place screams of blood and betrayal and I’m a Pirate. I have a sense for this.” Jane said before picking Raya up and turning to leave the Manor.
“Take care of her!” Tanith called after them before the group suddenly found themselves standing in a dark place surrounded by walls of solid wood with a woman’s shattered corpse being vacuumed into Schrodinger’s mouth?! A quick check revealed the Schrodinger in Raya’s arms was gone.
“I am your god now! Bring me your virgins!” Schrodinger bellowed playfully.
“Schrodinger.” Bryan pulled out his lightsaber and the cat approached. “Don’t fuck around and wake up Harmonia.” He demanded as the adorable tabby cat rubbed against his calves with purring as his usual Germanic officer uniform appeared on his torso.
“Why is my cat talking?!” Kiro demanded before the Tanuki woman picked the cat up.
“Because I am Schrodinger, mum. I am everywhere, yet nowhere. I think, therefore I am. Wherever, whenever I wish. You see me here and now at the moment of my ascension to being a godlike entity of nonlinear existence that is both alive and dead at once.” Schrodinger nuzzled his adopted mother’s stunned face.
“My kitty is an immortal god?” Kiro asked in shock and awe.
“Yes and no. I’m more a Rule, much like Life, Death, Light and Dark. I’m the Waveform Ring of Reality. I exist, yet I don’t. If you don’t go into semantics, it is that simple.” Schrodinger was then on Ranni’s shoulder. “Ranni Dear, this world is itself a machine, a device, a tool. I am now the protocol that controls it. What you wished for is possible, but this realm has a grander purpose.”
“Are Ranni and I still getting it on?” The random Tarnish in the back asked.
“Only if you both consent.” Schrodinger replied before he jumped down to the ground and the surroundings rapidly changed from a burning giant tree’s innards to what looked eerily like the galactic map portal mechanism from Treasure Planet! “This place acts as a network gateway across Triangulum. From here, noplace is beyond reach. Not even right over Aiur II.”
“Directly above the UnSC’s heads. Sweet! Now we just gotta-!” Jane was interrupted by the earth shifting violently and everyone staggered, some fell.
“Sorry! The planet’s tectonic systems have been frozen for thousands of years! Bear with it!” Schrodinger shouted over the sounds of everywhere crumbling and violently shifting!
“Won’t this kill everyone?!” Vinnie shouted fretfully, which as a Goddess of Death, meant much.
“Pretty much! However, none of those alive are actually alive! They’re a simulation! That said, Ranni Dear! Sorry!” Ranni, along with all the natives, including Zorayas, went limp like dolls with their strings cut. “They have been recalled to the data hub! Once Treasure Planet has resettled, I can get started on restoring select entities and even helping arrange souls for them!”
“Why am I still awake then?” Maliketh asked from Jane’s shadow.
“Because your code, Death, was removed from the system! It’s resetting and another Maliketh will be in the system instead!” Schrodinger answered before the upheaval ended. “There. Thousands of years of tectonic drift, settled in less than ten minutes. World-ending, but, as a simulation, Treasure Planet has the convenience of a reset.”
“What the absolute fuck just happened?!” EDI shrieked over comms as the red hull of the Blade flew across the strait, which had formed from Limgrave and Caelid separating from Liurnia.
“Damn it! The dockyard at Nova just finished the detailing!” Kiro whined and Kally patted her back. “Ugh, whatever, at least she’s still flying. So, what next everyone? This place is a…” Kiro looked north, towards the utter ruin of what was once Leyndell. “Mess.”
“We’ll have Sweepers comb over the planet, clean it up, set up shop here and start coordinating with Tarkus.” Edward announced and made the call once the signal was clear. A clear signal through the Warp. This place was game changing and better off in Argentine hands.
“Excellent! Now, mummy~! I want belly rubs~!” Schrodinger meowed and Kiro obeyed instantly.

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Ch.105
Ch.105
Leyndell Spaceport was a bustling place, even though it was purely servicing the Argentine/Rebel Alliance forces and no citizens lived in the rapidly growing prefab city being erected beyond the strait-skirting port yet. Now, prefab or not, it was still an ultra-modern Argentine-level of tech city and most colonies and early-stage cities in their home universe of Devorak started out like this. It was nothing to be ashamed of.
“So Schrodinger, this is the Era you were born?” Asked Seras Victoria, the Golden Age Bodied Cainhurst Vampire Thestral from the Painted World who Schrodinger has worked alongside for over a dozen millenia. She had this hyper-busty and thicc body long before the Empire existed.
“Yes, now booba! I want milk, Seras Dear!” Schrodinger demanded and Seras raised an eyebrow. “Fine, I’ll go anthro and fuck you like crazy as always later.” Schrodinger snorted in amusement at the ‘trade’ he and his mate have had since they met and Seras went to unbutton her Victorian-style blouse, only for voices to clear. “Aw, c’mon~. I want my wifey’s cream~!”
“We still have work to do.” Jane grumbled as she set down Raya’s beautiful red scaly body on a chair. “And return the cinnamon roll.”
“You’ve been asking for days and the mainframe is still defragmenting. Pulling anyone out will result in Corruption until it is finished.” Schrodinger chuffed at reminding the Pirate Queen for the third time this week. Rebasing a whole military structure is not a quick thing! Even with distance not being a problem. “Now, milkies~!” Schrodinger cheered with his paws held up.
“Not in public. Calm your kitty titties.” Seras snorted, buttoning back up since they had company.
“Seras, I need help with a blood sucker running about in the lower levels. Oh, Schrodinger, in two places at once? I left you tracking the bastard.” Alucard said after he appeared with his new Twilit body pitch dark like a living black hole unlike Seras, who faintly glowed pure white. The Painted Worlds were evacuated to the Twilight Realm by Luna. No way was she going to leave them in Paradise when it was collapsing.
“Aw, damn it! What am I doing right now?” Then he was gone, likely now the other cat.
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“Have you found them?!” The Sith UnSC Director demanded.
“Yes. We have located where Tarkus has hidden in the Dark Sector. We are sending a Buster Call ahead of a full invasion force.” The news got the gray stallion grinning darkly.
“Excellent~.” He steepled his fingers-.
“Dad~! The extranet connection is doing that ‘Connected, no Internet’ thing again!” His daughter called down into what was effectively his penthouse’s ‘basement’.
“Not now, sweetie!” Besides, his call was-*Call Dropped*-Force damn it!
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“They’re coming.” Kevin said out of the blue, but the Force also warned me. “We need to bring Tarkus through to-.”
“No. If we do, the people who politely let us move into their system and didn’t so much as bother us fer anything will pay fer it if we just cut and run when the UnSC are coming.” I stated, reminding everyone about our quiet Light Side Force using neighbors who had not so much as called us to complain about anything when they had every right to.
“So, are we done running away?” Bryan asked and I nodded. I, too, was tired of running. I want this to end and we finally have the means to do so. “What’s the plan?”
“Have a droid defense fleet defend Tarkus, evacuate the citizens to here. Meanwhile, we take an elite strike force directly to Aiur II and cut off the head of the snake. The UnSC may not be the ones behind everything, but they have the lion’s share of woes to answer fer. Removing the leadership will leave them scrambling and vulnerable for a good long while.” I directed, then flushed. “I mean, that’s my suggestion.” I awkwardly finished, realizing I had just taken charge.
“Either way, these Corpos die. We need details on Aiur II: its infrastructure, military might, logistics and the like.” Rico pointed out.
“That’s what Amelia and her sister are fer. Bring them in on this. Then we need to…right, ya got this.” I nodded, the Force assuring me that I had mentioned what needed to be said and that the Argentines, the hyper-capable people they are, had it from there. I need to focus on myself.
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Marcus prepared the droid navy and army for the defense of the system. From what Jane has told, there is an enemy fleet poised to destroy everything they had worked for involving Tarkus. The Buster Call she described was clearly inspired by the same overwhelming naval tactic from One Piece. Where 3 gigantic warships with escorts arrive to utterly annihilate a target. Only instead of destroying an island, they destroy a whole planet. Exterminatus Style.
That meant only one of the ships had to make it within range to deploy a planet-dooming weapon. What that weapon was, varied, so they couldn’t just prepare an easy counter. So, unfortunately, since most of the droids were the soulless B1 variety fresh off the racks, HK, Bones, Dee and Daw were essentially left in charge of the few soul-bearing droids to run herd on them to improve efficiency and response times.
“Arranging a Spearhead Blitz on short notice, with most of my available forces tied up in a defense blockade of a single planet where only a single Hail Mary pass and it’s fucked. Haven’t had a challenge like this since the Battle of Khrissus.” Marcus muttered as he rapidly coordinated with his command structure through his Omni-Tool.
“You’ve got this, son.” Bryan assured him with a pat on the back.
“I know I do, I just don’t feel comfortable with the fact I’ll have to put our allies at so much risk. With their skillset, they're best suited to breaking through the enemy defenses and establishing a beachhead while we occupy the bulk of the enemy’s attention. The way they captured so many assets before, the Rebels can easily run the blockade and secure an LZ. I just don’t like putting people not my own in such peril.” Marcus sighed, realizing he was reiterating.
“Yes, I know. I feel the same way. However, they are involved one way or another. Better to die free than live as a slave.” Bryan grimly declared and Marcus nodded.
“Which was what they chose in the first place, becoming pirates in defiance of their evil overlords. At least here they’ll be doing what they always wanted to: sticking it to ‘The Man’, man.” Marcus smirked and Bryan rolled his eyes. “The only reason I didn’t say gal was because you’re not female right now.” Marcus joked and Bryan punched his horny mother-fucking son in the shoulder, causing the equally big, tall and swole wolf to laugh.
“Hm, you think we could sneak in a quickie?” Bryan asked before he switched to his female form. The armor changed with her, but like all other herms or females, the chestplate was still flat with a dimensional pocket for her boobs so she still had full freedom of motion.
“Afraid not, I’ve got my hands full and-oh, nevermind~. Jane seems to have sensed something and suddenly half of my work has been pawned off. Let’s go, fama.” Marcus growled with pent-up desire and practically tossed Brennie over his shoulder to sprint for the nearest bed.
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“Hurrying up to wait is always the hardest part.” Jet Black commented as he sat in his captain’s chair aboard the Bebop. While he was a little annoyed that he and his family of a crew had been eclipsed by newcomers, he also didn’t mind so much command being taken out of his hands. He was still somehow in charge of the Rebel Alliance forces, somehow, but he mostly just followed the Argentine Alliance’s lead since they had the tactics and command structure.
“Where’s Edward?” Faye asked as Spike dug through his tools by his MS. The two were visible on the security monitor by his chair. While the Bebop now had a crew numbering in the hundreds due to magically expanded interiors, most of that crew were Raskvel and the Bebop was essentially being used as a massive Mobile Suit Transport, all in a tiny, sexy trawler.
“She said something about AIs on the extranet and tracing them. She’s in her hidey-hole in the cargo bay.” Spike said dismissively.
“Aren’t we storing a ton of bombs down there currently?” Faye asked incredulously.
Jet immediately turned on the PA. “Françoise Appledelhi! You get out of the explosives bay right now or so help me: I will revoke all candy privileges for the next month!” Jet barked and he watched the cameras in the cargo bay until he found Ed, Aurora and Ein fleeing a room. He snorted and rubbed the bridge of his snout.
“Edward made the Bad Guy Ships start shooting each other!” Aurora giggled over the comms and Jet regretted he needed to be sober right now.
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“Well, that’s everything.” Kevin checked the datapad one last time. Everything was in order and everyone was in place. The moment the order was given, the invasion force of 6 Strike Cruisers, 6 Nebula-class Battleships and 6 Nova-class Destroyers along with the 6 assorted Rebel Privateers running the blockade would pour through the portal.
It was a meager number, suicidal even, but the plan was to get in, decapitate the UnSC, then get out before reinforcements could arrive. Besides, the majority of the UnSC’s forces were going to be met by the droid forces at Tarkus. It was rather inspired, baiting the enemy to overextend to strike them in the heart from behind. The fact it was being done over the breadth of an entire galaxy was what was really impressive.
“Not everything.” Vinnie brought up and he blinked at her. She rolled her optics and pressed her heaving hooters together with her wrists. “Beep, beep.” Oh! Right, they’re ships. So they have more space tonnage on hand than calculated.
“Adding that into the equation…and done.” Kevin stated before jumping a bit when two hands grabbed his ass. “Whoa~, there, Vinnie. I could use an outlet for pre-battle jitters too, but-.”
“Shut up and fuck me, husband.” Vinnie crooned into the back of his right ear, having to stand on the tips of her beans to do it and Kevin moaned from getting so damn hard faster than light.
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“So…this is it.” I breathed to settle my nerves, even though I don’t need to breathe, even in a solidified Cybertronian anthro wolf form. Sure, ‘venting’ helps regulate my internal temperatures, but it was otherwise unnecessary and I am just trying to distract myself-oh fuck I hope I don’t get us all killed!
“Yep.” Jimbo said from next to me. We’re partnered due to the synergy of his Strike Sword or as he officially named it: Damascus and my Zaku Warrior or as I have finally named it: Corsair. I’m a pirate after all and corsair is just another word for pirate. Uncreative, but I was done leaving my MS unnamed.
“No pressure.” Luster Dawn said from nearby. While she wasn’t going to be actively fighting, she needed to be present to accurately direct her legions of Zerg without just letting them run loose and slaughter indiscriminately. After all, she has sapient allies to consider, along with the many civilians working for the UnSC for a paycheck rather than being willfully malicious.
“Calm, you must be. The Force, aid you, it will. The Dark Side obscures, but trust in yourselves, fine you will be.” Master Yoda assured us with Demona nodding in quiet affirmation. The hulking buff gargoyle babe has chilled out a lot lately.
“This stuff is hard and boring, why did mama suggest this time when she was younger~?” A pair of puppies whined from the back.
“Who are ya two?” I asked in confusion at the red-eyed black and white wolf pups.
“Death, erm, future death, our old selves are still about…will mama be made if we’re talking to you?” The black puppy questioned.
“I’m sure she will be. We did a bad thing again, didn't we?” The white puppy asked us.
“Not yet, young ones, if quiet on who your mother is, you be. Dangerous, time travel is.” Yoda gently advised the pups and gently scratched their heads with his gimmer stick.
“But we don’t really move like that. We are like Schrödinger, yet not like him.” The two said.
“But the rest of us ain’t, so head home wee pups.” I gently urged, resisting the desire to scoop them up and snuggle and nuzzle them.
“Mama said that you might know how to help us Mr. Yoda, but he um, reincarnated in our linear time, so we came here.” The white puppy spoke.
“Advise you, I shall try. Just leave matters of who, what and when vague, if you please.” Yoda then began guiding the pups out of the ready room we were trying to relax in.
“We can, um, “Eris” would come scold us if we didn’t. Can you explain the Light and Dark? We apparently sit on the opposite ends of it. Somehow. We can’t talk to people who know better since they are away from us on the other side of the galaxy. We're confused on what that all means and Mama wondered if you would be of help if you hadn’t, well…” The black puppy explained all in one breath before they left the room.
I was thankful because my urge to snuggle pups was rising until they were gone!
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Hildra ran around patching up ships, cleaning tools, loading weapons and fucking a few coworkers. Also Shekka, because fuck did she love her fellow tech-savvy waifu. As the shipwright of the Bebop, she had unofficial seniority over all the other tech heads among the privateers, so she had a lot of work. Thank fuck there were so many hands on deck.
Also thank Visilia for letting her and Shekka out of her womb after being ‘punished’ for making pod babies out of their and Brennie’s DNA. She hoped Revex and Lyrix would be safe here in Leyndel, but since Treasure Planet was in the fucking Warp, she just had to hope really hard. At least the planet was heavily resistant against casual fuckery by the Big Four, being anathema.
“Whoop!” She jumped when her huge, peach-shaped ass got groped and a groin pressed against it. She looked back to smile at Shekka. “Hey babe! We fucked, like, a half hour ago. Is the old horniness creeping in?” Hildra asked worriedly and Shekka bit her lip while rubbing her lover’s wide, egg-bearing, bright yellow jumpsuit-clad hips.
“Not really…more like the ‘we might die soon’ dread kicking the libido in. Also, you were bent over and your peach became a heart.” Shekka clapped her fellow Raskvell’s cheeks and Hildra blushed with a hungry smirk before she twerked her ass back against Shekka’s lap.
“Well, I’d love to, but we don’t have time, hun. Help me out with this Rodi’s magazine, won’t you? Having more hands for the loading is a big help.” Especially since these were special rounds and were too fragile to be loaded with the machine used to refill the magazines. Boy were the UnSC fucks in for a surprise!
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While the battles on two fronts were drawn up, many were either handpicked or volunteered to stay behind on Treasure Planet. These people were to safeguard and overwatch, along with work on the development of new cities before those who used to live returned. Whether they remembered who they were or were reborn for a fresh start was debatable.
For Visilia, it was her job to stay on Treasure Planet and administer it with her patented Argentine experience in politics, economics, architecture and all other manner of important skills. Skills that many with her possessed, but not to the degree of experience she had. That was the boring stuff at least.
“So we’ve made the colosseum both physical and digital?” Velvex hummed in intrigue.
“Yeah, only death row prisoners get the death battles, but aside from controlled duels and sports, the arena won’t see as much physical use, so it also hosts Dive ESports where their actual skills can be simulated and displayed in ultra-realism holograms.” Visi explained, because with the addition of holographic ESports, the colosseum would be in constant use.
“With all the advances being dropped on Treasure Planet, I wouldn’t be surprised if a good number of the refugees evacuated here from Tarkus didn’t want to stay afterward.” Velvex huffed while going over all the work done by the engineer corps. The shattered world had rearranged itself drastically, forcing all roads to need to be repaved, what few standing bridges rebuilt, not to mention the demolition of all the ruined settlements, et cetera.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I’m bored and in need of dick.” Visi sighed longingly.
“Ma’am, now is not the time for sex and procreation.” Velvex shook her head. “After everything is said and done, yes. Until then-.”
“Please~.” Visilia pleaded, her hands on her thighs and bent forward to put her scarlet furred cleavage on full display, having tugged on the seam of her bodysuit to do so.
“No.” The bone-white earth pony mare affirmed.
“Yeah, sex!” Midna cheered as the Goddess of Twilight faded into existence.
“Don’t encourage her!” Velvex snorted in disapproval.
“But sex!” Midna whined with puppy dog eyes.
“Pin her!” Visi declared and the two horny deities jumped Velvex, who despite not having any divine status, twisted out of the grasps of the two goddesses and made a tactical retreat, she was in no way scared to tits that she was about to get turbo pregnant! “After her!”
“Avalanche to Command, the ovaries are running rampant, I repeat, the ovaries are running rampant!” Velvex called over her comm as she dodged around a giant orange hair-hand.
“Roger that, Avalanche. Rendezvous at the planned intercept point.”
“I got her!” Midna cheered before grunting in disappointment at the sight of a mop.
Velvex burst through the sliding door to the commissary and the goddesses followed through, only for the lights to cut out and a scuffle to be heard, followed by a pair of moans.
Velvex snuck out while the two designated studs kept the goddesses occupied.

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Ch.106
Ch.106
“You know, weren't there legends of space dragons once helping mobile suit pilots in combat?” Spike asked as he did some maneuvers around enemies in the Swordfish II. He didn’t mind that his Taurus at most got some armor, weapons, power and operating system updates while the others all got whole new mobile suits or other refinements. He did most of his fighting as a starfighter in Full Flight mode anyway.
“Spike, not the time to chat about myths on comms.” Jet said as he twisted the Bebop around a few defense satellites that Faye’s Red Head had disabled, but not reduced to debris, with a staggeringly massive barrage of missiles. She had to return to restock right away, but seeing the Labrys Rodi’s capabilities made him glad they stole the prototype from the UnSC.
“Just saying. Uri and the other dragon gals are the size of celestial bodies.” Spike commented before he entered Suit Mode to brake, reorient, then returned to Full Flight to dodge incoming missiles at a speed and suddenness almost no single mobile suit or starfighter could achieve. It was why the Taurus was such an expensive and sought-after MS by veteran pilots.
“Bogie on the left, is that…a Hugo (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/91/Hugo_color_front_lineart.png/revision/latest?cb=20191110084600)?” Green Leader said before screaming in terror.
“What the hell are Hexa Frame Mobile Suits doing in Triangulum?! Those are Andromeda-fuck!” Someone else shouted and Spike flew to intercept. Not good. It seemed the UnSC forked credits over to competitors for niche-filling Mobile Suits. The Hexa, unlike the Rodi, was nearly specialized for optimization in space. They were agile and could even capture targets physically instead of with chaser disabling missiles or Ion weaponry and they have Ion gear.
It was why you mostly saw Hexa Frames beyond Andromeda as only the base Gilda: a space construction and maintenance unit, but then you got combat variants like the Hugo and SAU (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/2/22/Gilda.png/revision/latest?cb=20190323041401). They came anticipating legions of Rodis, not mixed units. Oh shit, what is that (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/e/e2/II_Neo_Zeong_%28Front%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20190118061738)?!
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“The Rebels are in trouble. The UnSC have deployed unexpected countermeasures, such as Mobile Suits made by competitors and a highly lethal one-off the size of a gunship.” Kevin warned the others about the growing development.
“Unexpected, but not impossible to beat.” Bryan countered.
“Yes, but remember, the Rebels deployed to run a blockade, not to get intercepted by a giant rocket-legged mobile suit and get wiped out.” Kevin reminded him about their objectives that were now compromised.
“No, they weren’t. I’m deploying with a small strike force to deal with the problem. Things should be back on track once they make it through.” Bryan announced, only for Vinnie to huff.
“Boys, remember who’s running the interception? I got this.” Vinnie remarked before she engaged the enemy MS Interceptors, starting with the Hugos nearest to her.
“Unless you suddenly have a Mobile Suit alt, dear, I’d suggest you-.”
“We’re Cybertronian slimes. My Alts can be whatever I want them to be!” Vinnie declared and corkscrewed around a group of enemies to launch for the giant rocket-legged enemy MS.
“…Okay.” Bryan deadpanned, clearly not giving a flying fuck about his other alts.
“Really?” Vinnie sassed.
“Do I have to kick your arse just to prove a point again?” Oh no! Disengage! Disengage!
“Okay~! You do you and I’ll do me!” Vinnie quickly backtracked out of that minefield before she then Transformed into a golden Gundam (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Orb-01-shiranui.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20211119100435). “I am so glad I scanned those Gundam specs!”
“What do you want, a medal?”
“Medals are worthless wastes of chest decoration, I just wanna kick ass and chew bubble gum, but we left the gum at home.”
“Says you, hypocrite.”
“I specifically chose this alt because it’s as fast as I can get as a mobile suit to my base ship alt. Now, I’m gonna tackle that thing!” Vinnie declared before rocketing through everything for the big bulky white anti-unit suit that was threshing pirate suits and starfighters like wheat.
“At least she’s consistent with her theme…” Kevin sighed.
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We had barely made it into the atmosphere of Aiur II. The Bebop, Tarasque and the Moondast Gruss were all that made it through without being waylaid. I’d feel terrible about our chances, but most of the blockade runners were limping through now that a golden Gundam of all things bodily tackled that giant fuckoff anti-MS MS and the non-Rodis were now having to contend with Argentine forces too.
I launched along with Jimbo and we rapidly destroyed the AA point-defense turrets and the few Garm Rodis at the spaceport with little issue. With an LZ secured, the Bebop landed and began deploying droid-controlled Garm Rodis of our own, hot-printed off an Argentine forge ship. While the Argentines frowned upon attrition warfare, we’re pressed for time and this was just a temporary measure to set up for the Argentines landing once the defenses were mopped up.
“Do we have any targets in the area?” I asked over the comms as I sweeped the monoeye of my mobile suit to get a better profile of the battlefield.
Most of the forces on the ground looked to be clones of some sort and poorly trained at that. They were equipped with basic space suits and laser rifles that did decent damage to armor plating by boiling it away, but they were low yield and took repeated shots. No enemy mobile suits on the ground yet, they were mostly in orbit.
“Not seeing much and I have no idea what is with all these clones. There are normally more standard forces for the surface garrison.” Jimbo commented with what little knowledge of Aiur II he had from his very brief visit to the world.
“You will bow down to Profit!” A group of Corpus units yelled as they rushed out of a maintenance tunnel further down main street north of the landing site.
“I don’t think the Corpus made any alliances with the UnSC…how did they sneak in?” I asked myself as the Force told me they were desperate and only trying to secure a path towards…ah.
“They might have been the crews that brought those Corpus model Mobile Suits we’re fighting right now.” Edward suggested and I nodded. Why else would a Corpus Cargo Carrier be dry-docked over in the shipping yard? Then the Corpus began firing on the clones as hordes of their combat moas began pouring past them. “Or…they just got here before us.”
“Trojan horse.” Kevin remarked and I sighed. I sense they’ll be a problem, but not soon enough to prioritize, we’ll establish a perimeter and let any enterprising Argentines have some fun. What does have priority is securing a route to the UnSC headquarters that doesn’t involve blowing it up in any way. The Force practically grabbed my shoulders and shook me for considering it. “Drop pods incoming.” They will be landing on the drop pads in 3, 2, 1. *Kchnk!*
“Nice aim, right on the inertia negation pads.” Used by cargo catapult systems launching down from orbit. Infinitely cheaper than flying it all down if not necessary. Also useful for drop pods.
“I’ve spotted a mobile suit.” Jimbo reported before a half-built mobile suit looking like a gundam came out of a factory elevator. The Force screamed at me and I moved to intercept. “I’ve got your six!” Good stallion!
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“For Profit-!” *Bloosh!* The cry was interrupted by the screamer being turned into a red mist.
“Fuck your profit!” Abalok retorted harshly after he shot the clone. The Crusader Captain along with many others were the vanguard spearheading the infantry charge down the side-streets and alleyways towards UnSC HQ that were too small for Mobile Suits while their Mobile support held the LZ and dealt with the enemy MSs. It was their job to siege the HQ, carefully.
“Greedy motherfuckers.” Another Argentine scornfully remarked as they secured the perimeter. “I don’t know about you, but I wanna settle down and make a family after this bullshit is over.”
“That actually sounds like a good idea.” Abolok nodded in agreement.
“Be advised: Lord Berserker is making landfall. Repeat, Lord Berserker is making Landfall.”
“Must have made it past that gunship-sized Mobile Suit.”
“As in he rammed through the damn thing multiple times. Seriously, that’s a fucking waste of resources.” They shook their heads in disappointment until they heard the Berserker roaring through the sky until he landed at the LZ with a stylish instant U-turn air-brake to bleed inertia.
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Bryan transformed back into his base form and made his way into the established LZ command to see Jet and other administrators of the Rebels not currently piloting an MS or other vehicle already directing at a hologram projector hastily put on top of some crates. They couldn’t just do this from one of the ships due to the layers of communications scrambling the UnSC had up, which the UnSC hologram tactical system had a key to bypass.
“How are we doing?” He asked the salty old military dog.
“We’ve got the spaceport locked down now. The enemy’s AA batteries are currently being handled by our sapper squads, your Crusaders are over halfway through the backways to the HQ and right now, the only Mobile assets the enemy has planetside are droid-driven Garm Rodis and an unknown prototype that is keeping both Jane and Jim occupied.” Jet answered promptly as he used his cybernetics to get the hologram to zoom in on the subjects.
“Unknown? As in, an unfinished prototype is putting up more of a fight?” That was rather surprising. “Any way for them to disable it and have its remains towed back?”
“Unlikely. Jane’s brief replies hint the pilot may well be a Force Sensitive at the least, possibly even a proper Force User or just a psychic. They are reacting before either Jane or Jim even act, forcing them on the back foot.” Jet clicked his tongue. “Way I see it, best way is to use an AOE attack so fast that there is no way to resist even with foresight or otherwise force it to flee.”
“It isn’t like their usual design philosophy. Instead of being a modular unit like most mass-production models made by the Corps, it’s an overengineered proof of concept.” Hildra commented, the Raskvel’s expert eyes able to tell more than most from a hologram. “That thing’s power output has to be from Golden Age tech. No other way it can hold up to two GA Mobiles.” The purple shortstack declared.
“It’s a Specialist.” Bryan simplified. The half-done mech had all its motive parts finished, but was clearly lacking armor in places. Ironically, the missing armor plates made it more dangerous by letting it move faster. “Likely a pre-production proof-of-concept prototype. Whatever it was meant to be, this…MK-5 is pretty much as good as its model could get before mass production.”
“You spotted that designation paint too, huh? I wonder if there are a 1 through 4. That degree of R&D would be imperative if we were going to regain some of the glory of the past.” Jet hummed, then moved the hologram around before pinging a specific group of droid-driven Garm Rodis. “Units Procyon 12, 17 and 93, head to these coordinates, ready your long range packages.”
“Hm.” Bryan hummed himself, already seeing what Jet was up to.
“Way I see it, whether psychic or Force powered, if they aren’t clairvoyant or precognitive, whoever this is shouldn’t sense droids as easily as living people. Especially if we don’t alert the people fighting them.” Jet reasoned while scanning the battlefield. “Crusaders, you have more Mobiles deploying from a previously hidden motor pool at the HQ, advise retaining tight quarters and avoiding lines of sight. Knowing you, asking you to retreat is an insult.”
“Roger, thanks for the heads up.”
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This, fucker! This absolute, fucker! I am so high on adrenaline right now, because this Mobile, Jim and I have been dancing around the outskirts of the city, tearing through short buildings and the jungle alike trying to kill each other. This enemy and I had similar reaction speeds. Whoever the pilot is, they must be Force Sensitive at the least for Battle Precognition to be running at such a high turnover frequency.
Jim didn’t have the Force, but what he had was the nascent Aspect of War thanks to being a certified Demigod from his time as a god. Still, it stung to admit, but Jim was actually holding me back. Half of why we’re still fighting after maybe twenty minutes of constant battle with little to show for it besides superficial damage was because of how much I have had to save Jim.
“I’m planning to withdraw. I’m just holding you back.” Jim snarled angrily and while I appreciated he wasn’t too prideful to acknowledge that, I felt bad because Jim is an amazing pilot, this guy is just my level of bullshit. However, when Jim began flying in reverse, using his suit’s head lasers to dissuade pursuit, two high-caliber MS-scale rifle rounds blasted off the left shoulder pauldron of the MK-5 and a third, miraculously, hit center mass. “...Okay, who was that and why didn’t you warn us about crossfire?!”
“Procyon-93, roger-roger. Cockpit shot confirmed.” A droid? A fresh B1 mass-production droid did that? Wow. Argentine manufacturing is so much better than what our universe retained.
“Negative, Procyon-12 reporting. Enemy suit still functioning, roger-roger.” My full attention returned to the MK-5. It was still moving, just slightly stilted, before it resumed full function.
“Positive, Procyon-17 correcting. Target hit, target is alive, target is not typical lifeform.” Now that this has been pointed out, I began to focus the Force on the mind of my enemy now that I had somewhere to focus.
Madness. Wrath. Hatred. Pain.
It was a wretched existence, lashing out in any way it could. I felt sadness and pity for this creature. Whatever, whoever it was, the UnSC have reduced it to little more than an organic operating system for this prototype. I dodged its lunge and let it grapple me, but I steadied myself, focused. Then, the MK-5 stopped moving, because I grabbed all the organic tissue within and crushed it. “Jane here, I need someone to free me from a frozen Mobile, over.”
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Edward was busier than she could ever remember being. Not even waking up those slumbering Planters on Hogarth IV had her hacking her way through systems this fast and hard. Her dad was right, the Corps spare no expense in their self interest while leaving everyone else holding the bag. Nobody was bothering her save Ein and Aurora, but they were just being encouraging.
“Yip, yip, yip, yip!” Ein barked as he danced around Edward’s spot in the captain’s chair of the Bebop since she needed all of the available hardware and software of the ship to even attempt this. Ed was so focused, she barely noted that Ein was wearing a lampshade.
“Um, I think Ein ate some mushrooms.” Aurora muttered nervously, but kept shaking her bright orange pom-poms. Ed didn’t know why her bat girl best friend was wearing a skimpy cheerleader outfit too, but the goofiness helped keep Ed focused, even if that made no sense to anyone else. Ed also didn’t want to admit she thought Aurora looked good for her young age of 13 human years. All the nutrition she was getting was helping her grow up healthy.
“Ah ah ah, you didn’t say the magic word! Ah ah ah, you didn’t say the magic word!” (https://youtu.be/RfiQYRn7fBg) Played from Edward’s rig as a fat stallion appeared on her screen wagging a finger at her before the system started to kick her out. Ed just kept typing with her blue feet as she grabbed her Galaxy Gulp and drank the sugary goodness of energy drink mixed with coffee and tea. “Access…granted.”
“Ah, I’m in, time for Ed to have fun.” Edward grinned. Within minutes, half the UnSC fleet’s automated systems turned on the sapients to assist the Rebel Alliance while draining all the money from the company’s bank accounts and funneling into charities and the Alliance coffers.
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“Look out below!” Came over the comms as a Warmaster Titan made landfall, along with Mobile Suits attached to it. Titans outsized MSs by half, allowing especially bulky units such as the Warmaster to act as carry-on escorts. That said, the Titan mech landed upon the outskirts of the city limits to avoid creating a large crater and knocking down buildings in the process. Its surcoat was a bit singed, but nothing to fret over. “Made Landfall! All Mobile Suits deploy!”
The Gun-EZs, the Gundam model the Argentines decided was worth a trial run of mass-producing, magnetically adhered to the back of the even larger mech detached and landed before running full-tilt into the city. The Gunners were able to move as if they were on foot thanks to the MTS. Each Gun-EZ was equipped with a downscaled 120mm Colossal rotary plasma gun mounted to a pack unit on the jetpack along with a modified UnSC 90mm SMG.
They were rushing to intercept the new stream of Garm Rodis deploying from the HQ before they could pin down and possibly wipe out the Crusaders hunkering down in the city attempting to connect the spaceport to the tall spire of a building so infantry can flood the megastructure. That and prevent the Crusaders from doing something suicidal like hijacking said Garm Rodis.
Likely droid-driven or not, those things were still the size of small buildings and could kill even supersoldiers given half the chance. Not to mention the Crusaders likely didn’t have the training for the ass-backwards cockpits of these retrograde mobile suits. Even if the Rodi Frame itself was admittedly promising, but if appropriated would likely be used as frontier, reserve, surplus or automated security like they were fulfilling here. They just need an MTS to-.
“Wait, where did the Crusaders go?” One of the Gunners asked and the others looked around to find them nowhere at their last reported coordinates in a tight series of alleyways and footpaths deep in the city. “Please tell me they didn’t-agh?!” Suddenly, a wrecked Garm Rodi was thrown at him by said Crusaders who were a little battered but still standing.
“Who the fuck do you think we are?! Sure, they broke like, maybe five arms among us, but no casualties otherwise!” Captain Abalok retorted and the Gunners groaned in frustration at the Crusaders’ antics.
“Not again.”
“It’s them. I wouldn’t put it past the Ghosts and Chasers. They just took the direct approach.”
“Are you serious?!”
“Fuck you pansy-ass artillerists! We’ve captured several of these things intact and have rerouted their droid pilots to our networks, now get to escorting!” Abalok ordered irately.

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Ch.107
Ch.107
I was annoyed, but grateful, that the Scinoxes wanted the MK-5 as intact as possible. Jim was allowed to pry the hands off of Corsair and I ferried the inert MS to the spaceport for field R&D. The grateful part was because Jim and I were forced to hurry-up-and-wait while our suits were given a quick once-over by Shekka and Hildra. Sorties should be as brief as possible for attending to possible mechanical failures and whatnot. Not even self-repair units were exempt.
“Bryan~.” I whisper-lilted as he ran his hands up and down my hips and sides from behind in my room aboard the Bebop and I instinctively reached up and behind to pull his head forward to let him breathe deeply from my fluffy neck and great cleavage. “Not now~. I have to be ready to sortie again or rush to the transport if the HQ is reached without us.” Gods, I still have a hard time believing just how hyper-feminine I’ve become in just months.
“Then stop pressing yer arse into my groin.” Bryan rumbled and I shivered, about to become putty in the Sex God’s hands. He kissed me, I kissed back-.
“Keep it brief, we could have to run off any moment now.” Spike commented as he walked past the still-open door. Swordfish II was in maintenance from a glancing shot he took up in space.
“Feck off, Spike! I’ll get plowed by this glorious stud if I damn well please!” I shouted as I stormed to the door and I closed it with smack. “Now, where were we? Right, the ‘hesitant battlemaiden’ thing. Ahem. I really don’t have time fer-whoop!” My attempt at RP was interrupted by Bryan picking me up and I squeaked when he threw me, like a damn ball, at the tub! I went slime and splattered into it before I rose up from my tub full of me. “Whuh~?”
“Didn’t expect that, did ya, oh great Je'Daii?” Bryan playfully mocked as he stowed his armor and climbed into my slime. I wrapped around him, enjoying every contour of his muscular body before I snuggled against him as if I was sitting in his lap and I let his hands hold a more solid waist he instinctively moved his arms to embrace. “Hm~.”
“Just gonna relax, huh? No sex?” I asked in a mixture of relief and disappointment as I moved my slime all around his lower body with tendrils wiping down his upper body, devouring all microbes and debris while leaving him smelling like vanilla-spiced rum. I am still a pirate at my core, despite my morals. Rum still resonates with me despite me giving up beer. I am a cultured alcohol consumer now, not a recovering alcoholic.
“We can.” Bryan snorted as he moved one hand down between my instinctively formed legs and the other up to my perfectly spherical basketball-sized breasts. I gasped and pressed against him, feeling his growing cock between my equally huge ass cheeks and I squirmed as he commanded my body with his hands. Even half-submerged in my slime, he was in control.
“Freedom is such a confusing Aspect.” I commented between breaths of pleasure, because I am effectively being detained, but since I want him to, my Aspect wasn’t interfering. I gasped when he drove his fucking fist up my slime snatch and I howled lowly as I wriggled in his grasp with his other hand milking my tits, fountaining my slime back into myself. “Bry~?!”
“Yes~?” He cooed while he humped my thicc, caked, bubbly asscheeks with that big dick.
“Babe, if y-ya do me too h-hard, My brain…” I pleaded, because my thoughts were moving to my ovaries at lightning speed. I was expecting him to fuck me into the bed in a quickie and be done with it, not go for our usual passionate ‘fuck Jane senseless’ type of session!
“Mhm~.” Bryan lifted me up by my cunt, making me scream with my eyes rolled back and my tongue lolled out of the side of my wolf maw, then I choked and spasmed in orgasm as he fed that thick dick into my cunt with his hand guiding it in! “Oh, yeah~, good babymaker~.”
“Bebesh?” I slurred, already riding my stud and unable to think past getting him to breed me. He pulled me back in and kissed me. I moaned into his lips, gyrating against him. I felt his glorious nuts swell within my slime, churning with baby batter to feed my bakery~. “Breed meh, fuq yis.” I slurred against his lips between kisses.
“I have cream filling for a donut, but not batter for an oven. You have to fight in a bit, remember~?” My lover teased and I mewled in dismay, but I would take a cream filling anyway. He pushed me back and I planted my hands on the surface of my pooled slime, leaning me back in the tub of me and I howled as he began fucking me~! “After everything is said and done, is when we get to making babies. Lots and lots of babies~.”
“Bebesh~! Maek meh yer fuqn’ puppy factory~! I wanna get so fuqn’ huge, I could be a moon! A planet~!” I bellowed like the horny breed-hungry bitch I truly was, slamming my thicc thighs against his obliques to get him to fucking fill me! “Breed meh~!” I howled, spasming in orgasm and he grunted, then I felt the divine satisfaction of getting my needy cunt and womb utterly creamed with loud, churning glorps of holy semen, even if it lacked sperm. “Cum~...”
“Good broodwife, take in your studly husband’s cummies so we can make a nice, big, happy family~.” Bryan hummed as he luxuriated in his ongoing orgasm with his knot firmly swollen in my slime snatch, which was effectively suctioned on and milking him for every drop he had.
“Husband~?” I asked in surprise, because it wasn’t official yet and I wanted my Freedom. Uhn, so much cum~. If I didn’t have my Navel Pearl in, I’d be turning this tub into a pool already~.
“I know you’re free spirited and we won’t change that. In fact, we don’t have a proper privateer organization in Devorak yet. Feel like being a legally-sanctioned Pirate Queen~?” Bryan rumbled and I came again~! “Oh~ fuck!” Yis~! Fill meh~! “I’ll take that as a yes~! Fuck, here cums more~!”
“Gagh! Moar! Moar~! Don’t shtahp~! I’ll be yer queen! I’ll raid yer enemies across teh multiversh, jusht fuq me~!” I spasmed in a chain orgasm and my senses narrowed to just my cunt and my swelling womb full of seedless hot fluid!
“And we’ll be your most prized treasures of them all~!” Bryan roared as he kept cumming loudly.
“Myne~! All myne~!” I cackled insanely as I began blacking out…
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“You seriously fucked her unconscious now?” Vinnie asked with immense amusement after she had caught up with Byran at the spaceport FOB once she had returned to her base form from her Shiranui Gundam Alt. “What did you say to get her to throw caution away?”
“That we make her our Pirate Queen and we’d be her most prized treasure of the multiverse. Along with making a planet’s volume in babies, at least.” Bryan answered with a shrug as he smirked cheekily, the red dracowolf proud of how he could drive Jane absolutely nuts.
“Damn it! I wanted to see that!” Vinnie laughed as she punched her husband in the shoulder. “Fuck, tell me you had your systems recording that.” Jane’s initial unbirth and breeding and subsequent pregnancy was one of the best fap material anyone in the harem had managed of late. Not counting all the crazy shenanigans that came after, but since Jane was a new waifu, her situation got a lot of focused attention. Jane was an impressively brood-hungry bitch.
“Yes.” Bryan wagged his eyebrows in his trademark ‘not gonna share yet’ expression and he laughed as he fended off Vinnie’s playful swats at his face. “Wife, calm down, we are in a battle and we need you ready to snap Jane out of it for the siege.”
“Fuck I love hearing you call me wife.” Vinnie whispered loudly to herself and then cleared her throat. “Alright, you can keep your private moment private, for now, but the others won’t be so patient once this fiasco is over with.”
“Understood, my dear wife.” Bryan said before he leaned in and kissed her. Vinnie hummed into his lips, then she moaned when he pinned her to the wall, grabbed her tits and-.
“Mm-no! Mm-stop! Hah, whew…fuck, you are in a mood aren’t you~?” Vinnie purred, really wanting to continue, but damn it, Jane was bad enough, she needed to be available to get Jane available. “Go, shoo, go fuck one of those shorties you glorious horndog!”
“Okay~!” Bryan gave a quick squeeze of her tits and Vinnie spanked his behind when he turned to leave.
“Get going before I lose control.” Vinnie warned and he wagged his tail at her, causing her to storm after him a few steps and he fled with a cheeky laugh before she huffed and went to go watch Jane sleep. Fuck~, she needed to masturbate now! Stupid sexy husband!
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“Breach point perimeter established, roger-roger.” One of the Procyon-brand B1-P droids reported. Those things are way better than any of the local scrap straight off the line. Abalok was considering buying a Procyon droid after seeing how well they adapt to non-standard cockpits. Having an emergency private copilot would be great when he’s on a space-trip.
“You are not permitted to be here, please leave.” Some perverted mix of brain and AI spoke from a jar at the front desk that looked like it took an explosion, exposing the brain and somehow not killing it. Copus littered the entrance hall as a holo-projection gestured to two massive guns priming to fire. “Or you will be removed by force.”
“Someone secure that poor thing and get a medtech in here, see if we can yank any remaining persona from it.” Abalok ordered in disgust before two of his men tossed forward a couple of ‘grenades’ barely a few feet from their own boots.
“Very well.” The AI voiced before the guns began firing High intensity explosive rounds at a rate of 450 per minute. The ‘grenades’ deployed a bubble shield around his squad, however, instead of deflecting the incoming projectiles, it caught them and launched them back in a spray in the general direction they came from, destroying the turrets that fired them. “Oh…”
“The Resistance series had a lot of unique features when it comes to their weapons and equipment.” Abalok commented before a medtech jogged up to the helpless brain and promptly began setting up a recovery station. Dyna Capsules were amazing ancient tech.
“We heard gunfire. What happened?” Jet questioned, since although he was not in the chain of command for the Argentines, as an allied commander, he had a right to know the tac-sitch.
“Sentry turrets. Nothing more. Moving in further.” Abalok responded both for their ally’s benefit and to keep his own superiors up to date.
“Copy. Keep us posted. I’m organizing to have the Bebop pack up and move the FOB from the spaceport to their front door.” Jet informed and Abalok grunted in understanding before heading for the stairwell, because functioning or not, only the desperate or foolish try to use the elevators in a combat scenario.
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“Wakey, wakey~.” I groaned at the sultry voice of one of my lovers and I mewled when she groped my sensitive mommy milkers. “Get up~. The front door of the HQ is ours.”
“Five more minutes. Yer husband really gave me the business…” I muttered with my eyes still closed and pushed my chest out into her kneading hands, uncaring for my slime milk gushing everywhere. “Talking about us getting married, fuck, should’ve saved it fer later, now I just wanna get bred by all o’ ya.” I hummed as she continued to play with my knockers.
“Mhm~.” Vinnie hummed before she started to suckle on my nipples and drink my milk.
“Oh~, not ya too~. Mm~. I won’t be able to function if ya-mm~...mm?!” *Gulp, gulp, gulp* I finished drinking myself down and I sighed in satisfaction before I squeezed my gold and silver tits. “Boop! There, sudden clarity thanks to Cybertronian BS Vinnie is more used to. Now, no time fer fun, sadly.” We defused and I smooched Vinnie on the lips. “Thanks, hun.”
“You’re welcome. Now, get out there and kick their fucking arses. Bastards have had it coming for centuries.” Vinnie declared with vigor.
“Long before my 300-year-old shiny metallic ass was even born.” I agreed and slithered into the bathroom, where my bodysuit and right limb armor were still in the tub. I slipped into them, filling them back out and then I solidified my form into my base form of sexy fluffy metallic silver wolf bitch. I don’t know my Alts, frankly I don’t care right now, I need to bring what I know to the sitch.
“What a fine firm cake of an ass it is too~.” Vinnie spanked my ass when I approached and I returned the favor with a matching naughty giggle before side-hugging my fiance and walked with her hip-to-hip through the Bebop. “Be careful, okay?”
“Pfft, please. I’m a pirate, careful is the last thing we do and I’m still around. Would I be half as interesting to ya all if I was a paranoid no-lifer who sat on me arse playing videogames all day?” I asked playfully and she squeezed my ass tighter, making me bite my lip.
“You just described one of our first wives, so yes.” Vinnie booped me on my nose with her’s.
“Oh…well, I am who I am, no promises. Love ya fer caring anyway.” I kissed her. Then, we were up against a wall, trading slime, gulping hungrily at each other until someone pulled us apart and held us up off our paws by the scruffs of our bodysuits. “Hey~, future hubby…wanna fuse for this or are we dividing and conquering?” I asked Bryan with my signature drawers-dropping sexy smirk and leer. I would know, I’ve been practicing in the mirror and on Luster Dawn.
“Hm…okay.” Bryan became Brennie! “let’s fuse~.” Mm~! *Gulp, gulp, gulp!* Yish~ drink meh~...
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A gold, silver and red metallic paw stepped into the lobby, similarly tri-colored optics swept over the place with varying degrees of approval and disgust before a wave of a hand forced the elevator open. “I’m taking the express.” Declared the sex-on-legs voice of the average-height bunny-eared dracowolf in Jane Silver’s BDU of a bodysuit and power armor on her right limbs.
The fusion of three goddesses strutted to the car and without pressing anything, closed the doors and it rocketed upwards, well past any allies. She leaned on the back wall and boredly checked her claws for a moment, then opened her bodysuit enough to pull her Light Chakrams from her cleavage, then closed back up and after a *ding*, ignited the blacklight blades.
The doors opened to a blinding hail of blaster fire. She casually spun both weapons clasped in her right hand, which spun at the wrist thanks to her mechanical nature. The two halves were latched onto each other as designed, causing the built-in shield to not only block, but deflect the blasts as she strode forward with her left hand on her wide puppy-bearing hip as she sauntered forward like a model on a runway. Droids and soldiers dropped just from her exiting the car.
The elevator fell without her holding it there with the Force and she summoned Vinnie’s Basilisk's Maw to her left hand before with a combination of magic and Force, the golden dual-bladed lightstaff swept out like a lawn mower blade through grass, slaughtering dozens in one sweep. The staff shut off on approach and she caught it in her teeth while holding up Brennie’s Carnivore’s Bite, the red, long-hilted and crossguard lightsaber arced with power.
Then, she danced.
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“This is so fucking hot.” Ionyx whispered and bit his lip and idly cupped his groin since in his Inventory he had a painful hard-on at the sight their hack into the enemy’s surveillance provided. The fusion of Brennie, Vinnie and Jane was an utter beauty beyond most compare even in Argentia and on top of that, the dracowolf was dancing through her victims. They weren’t even obstacles, they stood no ghost of a chance. Best of all: they all knew she was playing with them.
“By the Gods, we are going to fucking breed them.” Helvex said over the shared comms.
“Separately or as Brevane?” Finding name combinations for fusions was exhausting, but there were certain fusions that deserved to have their own names. Brevane is clearly one.
“Either one works.” Helvex answered and the majority of the other Argentines listening in agreed. Especially since this ultraviolence porn was being recorded and would be in circulation for forever like all past ultra-hot combat scenes of their rulers that were captured. Brevane clearly knew it, because after the last droid fell, she stylishly stowed her weapons on her hip and then blew a kiss at the nearest camera with a wink and saucy grin. “Hnnng~!” Everyone grunted.
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After I deactivated my plasma blades and hooked them to my hips, I blew a kiss and wink at the nearest camera before I leaned back against the wall to wait, because I just had this feeling, this knowledge, that if I stepped through the grand doors next to me, I would doom us all. Damn Force, thanks for the warning, but couldn’t you just fucking tell me why I have to wait for Luster Dawn? At least I already messaged for her to be brought here and I sped up the process.
For fuck’s sake, why can’t I just go in there now and finish this? Be done with it all, evacuate however many refugees want to be done with this fucked-up shitshow of a universe and join the glorious Alliance population. ASAP. Should’ve started evacing the willing immigrants months ago, actually. We have my sexy son’s sexy dragoness waifus to make it possible. Ordering that to be done now. Fucking hindsight, always 20/20. Aaaand…sent. Cybertronian OS FTW.
Right, so, obviously, the prick has a trump card. That has to be the only thing saving his ass from me. Tactically, he’s fucked otherwise, but what could his big scheme be? Something that can’t stop Luster Dawn. What about Luster Dawn is so special? She’s a Zerg Queen, powerful in her own right otherwise…Goddess of Life. This prick wanted her in the first place. How is that important to his plans? Everything is coming to a head now, guess…ugh…hurry up and wait.
I tapped my tri-colored paw impatiently and I tilted my equally colorful head side-to-side out of boredom. Fuck. Self-awareness time. Vinnie can't stay still, Brennie can’t stay still, Jane can’t stay still. Ugh, come on! Hurry your sexy asses up here already! This is causing unwanted anxiety within me! Fuck this! Nobody is going to bother me for some time and the Sith wannabee won’t come out here…am I going to fap out of boredom with my soldiers watching?
I felt my face split in a naughty grin. “Oh fuck the hell yes (https://youtu.be/aBSU4SBrNJU)~.” If I am stuck sitting with my thumb up my ass, I might as well get some fun out of it. I decided to even give my boys and girls a show~. I coyly began unlatching my armored right arm, letting each piece slowly fall off. Then, I did the same for my right leg.
Free of those, I leaned towards the nearest camera, which I could see zoom in. I slowly, teasingly, pulled the seam of my white bodysuit down, exposing more of my cleavage until it went below my bust. I shimmied just enough to get the edge caught on my gleaming black nipples and stuck out my tongue before continuing the seam’s path southward.
After exposing my rippling abs, I turned around and then uncovered my girls. Left was half silver/red, right was half gold/red since Brennie was the core of me. I swayed my hips side to side, my long, bushy, fluffy tail swished as I removed the sleeves from my arms. With the bodysuit hanging from my hips, I covered my nips with my palms and turned back around.
I squished my tits and rocked my hips, the weight of the suit pulled it down with each sway. Then, I revealed the girls, my arms back and raised to thrust my chest forward as the suit dropped to my paws. The tease over, I took the Bite and ran the smooth pommel of the hilt around my puffy puss and winked again before the fun truly began~.

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Ch.108
Ch.108
“Is that a fucking train coming at us? Why do they have a freight train on the second floor? Is it for passengers?” Abalok questioned after moving off of the unexpected train track that ran through the second floor. The arcology was already mostly secure, they were just waiting for this train to come in since the doors to the outside would be where Luster Dawn would be entering.
After the high-speed freight car passed by, one of the Zerg Harvesters, he refused to use Zarvester, flew in with a pod, which opened to reveal the Maykr-formed Alicorn Zerg Queen, who as usual was wearing only a micro bikini. “I’m here! Why does Jane say I need to be present for taking this guy down?” The nearly naked pink and orange mare floated down to him.
“Probably because he might have something that wouldn’t be able to affect you. The rest of us won’t not be so lucky if that’s the case.” Abalok hypothesized and began jogging to the elevators, since the arcology was mostly secured and the Ghosts had finished slicing into them, so they had full control of the remaining functioning cars, since Brevane nixed one with Force.
“Which would explain why he was after me from the start…” Luster theorized in concern as they got into the elevator, which closed and rocketed them skyward. “...I think…I feel something horrible is about to happen. Jane knows, the Force knows, but not exactly what.”
“They are Hellbent on getting rid of us. This is where he’ll probably deploy it.”
“Oh, you are correct. Though your invasion is a little late.” A monotone angry voice came over the speaker on the elevator. “Please, do bring Miss Dawn right to me. It will ensure my victory all the more.”
“Get bent.” Luster and Abalok chorused, likely also with everyone inside the arcology. Then all defenses in the building shut down. “Be ready for anything.”
“I already have a small army of my Zerg swarming the roof and ready to pour in.” Luster answered before the door dinged open. “Homina, homina! Babe!” Luster gushed in lust at Brevane, who was still masturbating with her lightsaber as a dildo and groping her tits with her tongue lolled out as the Zerg Queen hovered close. “Want some help there~?”
“Hnng~! Hah~...nope, just finished. Besides, we got a so-called Sith to finish off.” Brevane removed her toy from her snatch with a lurid slurp and within a few steps, had her full kit back on, courtesy of the Force and other magic from what Abalok could tell as she approached the door. “We don’t need anyone besides you, hun. Let’s get this over with so we can go home.” With that, Brevane kicked the massive door open, sending it falling into an unexpected pit.
“Spatial distortion to turn the top of the tower into a seemingly bottomless pit ringed with catwalks? Talk about extra.” Luster scoffed in disgusted disbelief, since spatial expansion magic was one of the lost treasures of the Golden Age. “However…” Luster was looking up at the massive machine, easily the size of a space station, replacing the ceiling. “I see the need.”
“Tell me, do you like it? My masterpiece?” Echoed the deep, raspy voice from somewhere in the dark as the trio continued in from the edge towards the large central platform. “After thousands of years, it will finally be done. Divinity will cease to matter as mortals take their rightful place-!”
“Dad~! The UnSCene app is frozen again!” A young woman’s voice echoed from the dark too.
“Not, now, sweetie! Daddy is monologuing to his archnemeses!” At this, the two goddesses and the veteran soldier snorted and barely avoided laughing at the ridiculousness.
“Ugh, so cringe, dad! Hey, could you, like, beat the megalomania out of my dad? Kinda sick of his shit to be honest.” Then a door somewhere closed and they could hear the so-called Sith groan in parental suffering.
“Fucking nerd.” Brevane shook her head in disappointment, clearly having had higher hopes for the BBEG of this saga in Argentia’s long history.
“I may be a nerd! But I won!” The megalomaniac screamed as the machine powered up.
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“Uh, is that tower glowing?” Spike asked as he maneuvered through the aerial battlefield taking note of the UnSC’s HQ was lighting up like a Christmas tree at the peak, then he started feeling sick. Then, he saw suits suddenly stop moving on the ground, fighters glided into crash landings. Then, he held up his hands. “...Oh…” They crumbled to dust and the rest of him followed.
The Swordfish II crashed in a fiery explosion in the jungle.
🎺
“What is it?! What’s happening?!” Marcus bellowed as alerts blared over the bridge of the Vengeful Retributor.
“Sir! We don’t know, but the droids are reporting-!” Comms Officer Ferin suddenly collapsed into dust. Before anyone else could react, most everyone on the bridge followed suit. Marcus felt true terror, then he felt nothing.
🎺
Visilia Themis clutched her breast, gasping for air. Eris, who she had been visiting in her hospital room, clasped her hand with a sad, resigned smile. The Draconequus crumbled to dust in her grasp and Visilia sobbed in anguish as everyone else around her too turned to dust.
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“What have you done?!” Luster Dawn choked, barely able to breathe. It was as if reality shuddered, then, the universe felt empty. The Life that pervaded the Three Galaxies, well over 80 Percent of it, was gone! Even Brevane had crumbled, but left Vinnie, weak, sobbing and glaring through hateful tears at the cackling pale stallion in black hooded robes.
“The gods have died! We are unfettered! The universe is unbound!” The nerd screamed like a madman to the bright, almost night-sky like ceiling in reverent glee.
“You just gave my sister so much work, unauthorized work.” A white wolf with bright red eyes snarled from where he sat on the catwalk railing while drinking gin.
“Wah, but you’re supposed to be dead! I knew Life couldn’t pass, but…” The stallion said in shock and fear. What did this wolf have to do with the mad owner of the UnSC?
“I am death, I’m not a god, not really, nor is my sister who is dealing with her loved ones passing into her realm. Not much difference for us.” 'Death?’ said to the now fearful man.
“I’ve met Lady Death, who are you?” Luster Dawn asked despite her despair.
“I am Lobo or Lord Death if you want to be proper about it. I hunt those whose time has passed and they refuse to leave the mortal coil. You haven’t heard of me because by all rights, nobody you know falls into that category despite how long-lived they have been. I mostly deal with creatures with multiple lives, like cats.” Lobo chugged his bottle and then tossed it over the edge into the darkness.
“Stay away from me! I did it! They can’t kill me now!” The stallion roared at the wolf, who retrieved two sickles from his white hooded poncho.
“This bastard took out the only forces I could get to kill him and technically I can’t kill him directly due to him cloning himself. Everything he has done has been to run from me.” Lobo explained to Luster Dawn and Vinnie, who was now on her paws with madness in her expression while holding the Carnivore’s Bite and unnamed light shield/chakram/daggers. “I can help though.”
“You-you arrogant creature! I have the power to end gods! Change time to suit me! Alter reality to my whim without divine power! You can’t just kill me! I am Legion!” The Pale Stallion roared as he summoned paired red lightsabers from his billowing robes. Different artifacts around the edge of the room began to glow with malevolent force.
“Shut up.” Vinnie snarled coldly as she stared down her snout at the pathetic thing. “Will you shut up and get on with it? No one cares about your shit.” The madman roared as he rushed at Lobo. “Luster, this is clearly a Genesis Engine, like from the old Sonic the Hedgehog Archie Comics! You have to figure out how to reverse it before he can destroy it!”
“I think I read that comic.” Luster Dawn blinked before shaking her head. “Right! Engine!” Luster flew up to the ceiling, because she doubted whatever console at the center would not be locked down. Nerd that the Pale Stallion is, he likely disabled it the moment he activated the Genesis Wave. So, instead, she followed the engineering patterns, color codes and other utilities.
Problem with having professional engineers build supervillain stuff: they label it all very clearly.
“There!” *Bang!* That was a well-oiled hatch! “Okay, oof, they did not make this for women with Golden Age figures.” Luster morphed her thicc busty body into a lithe serpent with a humanoid torso and slithered in to use the built-in control console. “Gods, were the people who made this thing all Gabliani or Raskvel? Can barely breathe.” Luster grumbled as she typed at the clacking mechanical keyboard. Someone was a fan of the classics.
She had to use it, too. The thing was air-gapped against Omni-Tools. “You’re not supposed to be here!” Another Pale Stallion yelled as his head poked around one of the tight corners. He grunted and squirmed, stuck. “...I’m not supposed to be here!” Awkward moment… “So…how do you like the mechanical keyboard? I’m a fan of the clackity-clack.”
“Uh, how did you…?” Luster asked as she kept typing. She had two universes to save, all that.
“I got stuck while building this thing. Other me took over. I can’t starve or dehydrate or any of those biological failings. Been here a long time, actually.” The Stallion grumbled bitterly.
“How many…?” Luster couldn’t imagine such a horrid existence. Seriously, why did nobody, not even his other clones, come get him out of here?
“There are 43,484,824,738 of me around the company, stationed in every facility…last I knew.” The stallion answered boredly. “The link to the rest of me was lost some time ago, for some reason, so I’m also just me. I’m lonely.”
“You seem less insane than the you who just committed genocide on the whole universe.” Luster commented while carefully altering all the settings of the Genesis Engine in the exact opposite direction. Way she figured it, since this thing used fucking sliders, what a goddamn nerd, ahem, that going the other way would just undo what it did.
“Had time to think things over. I’m a pathetic asshole and I may have just killed my own daughter because I never tested this thing until today. Oh and I’m pretty sure I’m still insane…or not. How do you tell?” Muttered the stallion who seemed to have had nothing to do besides philosophize for ages until she showed up.
“Well, if you’re still alive after I change all these setting and fire another Genesis Wave, the golden goddess down there is also the Goddess of Madness. She can tell right quick.” Luster reasoned as she kept-.
“Oh, just hit the back button. Go into presets and select Seed Life, set the parameters to Restore Divine Blood. I have no idea why we thought of putting that in after setting up the sliders.” The stallion wiggled his wrist dismissively.
“...Fucking nerd.” Luster did just that and triggered the Genesis Engine-omigawd She can see everything!
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Spike blinked, wondering what happened. Where was the Swordfish II-? “Mother fucker! Not again!” Spike grabbed his head in dismay at the sight of his beloved Taurus crashed into a trench, mostly in pieces. “I knew I should have paid for the emergency autopilot!”
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Shock. The moment they all ceased to exist was what shocked them. To die to a cheap shot, no matter how smart and unexpected was…vexing. Then it was replaced with rage. The moment the Argentines returned to life, those in the battlefield went on a rampage, attacking any target of opportunity be it an UnSC or Corpus battle droid, equally confused soldiers or just the surroundings. Constructively of course.
Those in command positions or back in civilian areas, were stuck with taking out their official Argentine Wrath Manager and crushing the satisfyingly paradoxically eternally crunchy stress ball with their hands. “I fucking hate this universe! Please tell me the preparations for evacuation and refugee immigration weren’t completely borked by that fucking Thanos Snap!” Marcus snarled at his comm officers over the near-deafening crunching of dozens of Wrath Managers.
So gods-damn satisfying~. No wonder it was one of the best things Nexus gifted the Argentines before they split from the Empire. “No, sir! Everything is still good to go!”
“Good! Tell my mom she can tell my girlfriends to start on moving everyone who wants to get the fuck out of this damn dimension!” Marcus grumbled, glad that while Uri was here with Jane, who had clearly migrated to Jane’s harem, that still left his other dragon girlfriends. Dulvex, Travelex, Freval and Syrex would still act as transporters for the limited portal size and since all of them are the size of moons, save the planetary Syrex, it would be fast.
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Visilia Themis clutched Eris with tears in her eyes after existence returned to everyone else. “I see why you couldn’t see anything further ahead, hun.” Visi rubbed Eris’s back and then looked at her Omni-Tool after she got a notification. Then she leaped to her hooves, her thestral wings fluttering. “Time to start the process of getting people to Devorak!”
“Remember to get Jovia to finally release the Divinity Engine if she wants to join us heading to Devorak. That thing can’t leave this dimension.” Eris called after her aunt, who was in too much perky joy to do more than nod as she practically pranced out of the hospital room. “Ugh…time to finally say goodbye to this dimension. I would miss it, but…seriously, fuck this dimension…”
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“Well, that hurt.” The Stallion commented after one of the golden blades of Vinnie’s Basilisk’s Maw had emerged from his chest and Jennie was the culprit, having just returned to life and instantly let the Force and her War instincts guide her to run the omnicidal monster through. “There are billions of me throughout the Three Galaxies. You will never-.” *Vsht! Pssht-squip.* The bastard was split in two from the chest up and Jennie turned off Basilisk’s Maw.
“The Force is a coy bitch and she really needs to just fucking tell people things, not just give vague signals. Damn stereotypical woman.” Jennie snarled and helped Abalok to his hooves. “She’s still hot, though. Of course the Force is actually a woman. Or at least the iteration attached to Jane is.” Jennie grumbled and looked around. “Where is Lusty?” She demanded from the white wolf man and Vinnie, who were covered in lightsaber burns.
“Up there, somewhere. She did it. She was unaffected by the Genesis Wave, like I was, but unlike me: she’s a nerd and could figure out how to work that damn thing.” Vinnie panted as she turned off the Carnivore’s Bite and Jane’s light shield/chakram/daggers. That thing needs a fucking name. Gods, but Jane is terrible at naming! Jennie then defused.
“How do you guys do it~?” Jane bemoaned once she split from Brennie. “I think I get Nexus’s issue now. I just suck at naming shit.” Jane mewled before she casually caught the deactivated plasma weapon and glared at it. “...Hnnng~...c’mon, think!” Jane rapped her free hand’s knuckles against her silver brow. “...Shrivatsa (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrivatsa)?”
“The ancient Hindu theological symbolism of protection beared on the chest of Vishnu that supposedly was a sign of his dedication and where his wife, Lakshmi, supposedly resided? Eh…really stretching it, but it fits such a unique weapon.” Brennie agreed and Jane cheered adorably before she put Shrivatsa in her cleavage as Brennie put on her armor, having been naked just now. “Alright, so, let’s go get our goddess of Life waifu, she just saved our asses.”
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“Um, not dead, but still not connected to the rest of me. Do I have cancer or brain damage?” The Pale Stallion muttered, still seeming out of it and dazed. “Are you still orgasming? You’re kinda drowning yourself in all that grool.”
“Sho…muchsh…Life~...” The Goddess of Life drooled from her upper lips while her lower ones still flooded the section of floor she had bonelessly slumped into.
“Hey! Didn’t we just kill ya?! Also…how’re ya stuck in here?” Jane questioned the Pale Stallion after she slithered into the tight space. The Stallion shrugged what little he could and waved his free hand ambivalently. “Well…I sense yew’re not him, who’re ya?”
“I was him, but then I got stuck and the next clone took the main ego, but oddly enough, possibly because of the reality-altering energies inside this thing, I was disconnected from the collective and then had days or…weeks, months maybe, of nothing to do but philosophize and regret my madness setting all this in motion. I mean, really, committing omnicide-deicide?” The Stallion huffed in disgust and frustration.
“Yew’re not gonna go mad if I git ya out…right?” Jane asked herself and the Force, then hummed before she stuffed her goo hand in his mouth! “Drink up, ya have a lot o’ repenting to do, buster!” Jane huffed as the stallion wriggled weakly, only to start turning to goo.
“Mm~...Jane? My brain~. I is full of fuck~.” Luster giggled up at her beau, who rolled her eyes. “Also, can we see about getting this thing disarmed or fed to the Divinity Engine? We can’t blow it up, it could collapse the universe.” Luster rambled as her senses began to return.
“I doubt it could do that. Er, maybe it can, I was insane. Oh, is my baby girl still alive?” The Pale Stallion asked as he reformed as a goo pony. “Oh, my birth name is Bob, by the way.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake! The BBEG’s name was Bob?! What did you call yourself?!” Brennie demanded from the hatch with Vinnie laughing her perfect ass off.
“Um, this is embarrassing, but The Eternal Emperor, Darth Vitiate or Valkorion.” Bob bashfully admitted before they all emerged from the Genesis Engine and descended to-. *Bang!*
“Dad, you killed me!” His daughter, who looked like a Golden Age mare version of him, screamed before shooting at him again, only for him to catch the blaster bolts in his palm and then summon the blaster Darth Vader style with absolute casualness.
“Sweetie, that was crazy-me, I’m the me from…when did crazy-me go up into the Genesis?”
“...Like…I think two years ago?” The Pale Mare asked with bimbo-level ditziness.
“I can’t stand damn crazy families.” Brennie grumbled irritably.

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                    Ch.110 Aftermath II                    
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Ch.110 Aftermath II
Aftermath 2
“Faye, baby, I need help.” Spike slurred as he stumbled through the Bebop drunk while Edward and Aurora entertained Julia. “I think I'm going insane.”
“Spike, what is it?” Faye asked in disappointment at seeing him so sloshed in the cargo bay.
“Vicious is dead, they gave me his head. And Julia. They unfucked her head and she is so happy to see me.” Spike stumbled through his words as he staggered up to her.
“And you’re drunk?” Faye was tempted to let Swerta take over at the moment.
“Too much at once. I was over her, now she’s back and I love you two and don’t wanna ruin it, but she’s back and she didn’t betray me willingly.” Spike groaned as he sat on a nearby crate.
“Hm, where is Julia?” Swerta asked, forming a mouth on where her T-shirt ‘fabric’ of her morphed body was stretched between Faye’s tits. “We’re going to suit her.”
“Suit?” Spike asked, confused, as he stumbled after his girlfriends.
“We’re going to become clothes on her.” Faye explained and Spike hummed.
“Don’t know how she’ll handle that. She’s always been fairly subdued compared to most people I’ve known.” Spike muttered to himself, but his girlfriends clearly already had their minds made. “She’s with Ed right now, keeping her, Aurora and Ein company. She loves kids.”
“She does, does she~?” Faye and Swerta cooed as they headed for the original lounge, since that was reserved for the core crew members.
“Girls, she’s just a standard human, be gentle.” Spike insisted despite his inebriation.
“Oh, we will be, by our standards~.” The paired slimes chorused in mischief.
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“Good girl~.” The Kui-Tan sisters cooed at Brennie, who they stripped out of her armor and clothes and whom had promptly gotten on her knees and was jacking off the two epically huge cocks above the boulder-sized nuts resting on the floor that the dracowolf was having to lean into to get full range on the two nearly 2 foot long multi-knotted tanuki cocks.
As Kui-Tan, the sisters were already dispensing copious amounts of their naturally nutty pre-cum, turning both the front of their balls and Brennie into slippery shiny idols. “By Willow, no fucking wonder I instinctively adopted your species as my people, followed by the Raskvel.” Damn these super-sexy aliens! Brennie was actually grateful for this adventure despite all the aggravation because she got to meet such sexy species! Also Jane and the others, of course.
“Hm, you know? We heard from those sexy little shortstacks that you’re referred to as a Broodmother Goddess and that they managed to impregnate your breasts~.” Kiro purred at the thought of her belly and tits swollen with babies. “Has anyone tried to impregnate your ass~?”
“I think not, but I believe that if you cum in my ass, you could do that.” Brennie looked back at her perfect clappable cheeks and bit her lip. “Hot damn, yeah. I have extra wombs there too.”
“You literally are the perfect Broodmother Goddess~.” Kally crooned as her nuts gurgled.
“Naw, that title belongs to Urta, Penny and Visilia. They’re the Fertility Goddesses. As a Sex Goddess, I’m more focused on fetishes beyond procreation. Breast pregnancy and ass pregnancy are really niche, but slot nicely into the broad inflation fetish and-.” Brennie flushed at the bewildered and surprised expressions of the sisters. “Fuck, I hate sounding nerdy.”
“…Sis, we are so gonna marry her.” Kiro purred as she groped her basketball boobs.
“Oh, yes we are~. Don’t forget it’s a Harem too~.” Kally licked her plump lips.
“Gonna need to be, to handle deez nutz!” Kiro growled as her sack began expanding with more of her magically restrained size, which Kally mirrored and Brennie moaned when she was engulfed and buried under titanic nutty brown-furred balls. “That’s right, baby! All for you~!”
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“Hey~!” Vinnie cheered when she burst into the room that Uri and I were meditating in. Yoda and Demona weren’t here, having already taken one of the trips to Devorak. Yoda declared that the native Force Users in the system Tarkus has settled in would keep the Force alive here and instead he felt his tutilage would be best served in Devorak with the growing number of Argentine Force Users, even if they weren’t Je’Dai. The Force wasn’t a thing to be hoarded.
“Hey~!” I returned, not at all minding the interruption. Uri, currently suppressed, didn’t either. “How is it, girl? We’re just sitting on our fine asses, waiting fer our turn to go through.” I wouldn’t miss this universe much. I’ve seen too much of the evil sown here, I want to see someplace new, meet other alien species, steal so much ill-gotten gains from assholes. Fuck fine bitches.
“Bored.” Uri declared with one word as was her prerogative.
“We’re so tense and looking forward to the honeymoon that even sex is barely a distraction right now.” I translated for my black dragoness waifu, whose tail twitched happily despite her otherwise maintained kuudere facade.
“You know there’s going to be a wedding first, right?” Vinnie questioned curiously.
“W-what?! Ya still have those?!” I squeaked, suddenly filled with intense anxiety! This universe doesn’t do weddings anymore! I figured that the Argentines had advanced beyond big, showy, stress-inducing affairs like that!
“It can be a private one if you want.” Vinnie suggested gently with understanding.
“H-how private? I mean, we’re marrying into a Harem.” I meekly questioned, my usual bravado utterly dashed at the idea of me, in a w-w-wedding dress walking down the aisle!
“Small, with only our closest friends, family and lovers.” Vinnie assured gently, clearly having had to handle skittish, shy lovers-turning-mates in the past.
“Ancient.” Uri pointed out with a huff.
“Yeah, Uri has a point, that list can still number in the hundreds with yer ages.” I translated.
“...Point taken, but the number who show is dependent on who can get away from their jobs.” Vinnie reasoned and I sighed, shifted uneasily, then nodded in agreement.
“My dress better be slutty as fuck and we’re gonna do the thing with the thigh band and someone removing it from my leg with their teeth to toss at the bachelors, if there are any.” I insisted, because one thing that would help me relax was to make a spectacle.
“You’ll get your slutty dress, sexy ritual and the toss. There’s some eternal bachelors among our friends.” Yes! “There is also the requisite orgy.” Hell yes! There’s some Changelings in the Harem! Everyone knows about Changeling marriage culture and the requisite post-vow orgy!
Wait… “Is Jimbo part of the marriage?” I love Jimbo, but…well, I feel like we’re best fuckbuddies more than life partners. I wouldn’t say no to marrying him, but clearly Amelia has his heart.
“No. He’s got fuckbuddy status. So…what do you want to do since sex isn’t really doing it for you right now?” Vinnie asked with mild disappointment and I smiled in apology. I know, hot and horny Pirate Queen not up for sex for once. It won’t be a habit, hun.
“Well, no point in meditating if ya wanna hang out. Any ideas?” At my question, Vinnie hummed as she rubbed her chin.
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“Brennie~.” She heard Visilia’s voice pull her out of her zen and saw her wife on top of her. They were still sandwiched between the mountain-sized balls of the Kui-Tan, churning and gurgling with sperm sloshing around within the cum orbs. The sound, warmth and musk put Brennie in a trance-like state as she enjoyed it. “You naughty, slutty broodwife of mine~.”
“Mmh~!” Brennie moaned when Visilia kissed her. “*smooch* Wife? Tanukis mine, Raskvel too. Too sexy…” Brennie droned, still in a drooling zen state of basking in the glory of the two chocolate-furred beauties she was smooshed between the musky mountains of.
“Divinely blessing a chosen race, I never would have imagined the day.” Visilia smirked as she lied atop the plush spunk bunker of one of the two racoon-dog sisters with her hands on her cheeks and her hooves idly kicking in the air behind her fertile form. Even without being visibly pregnant, the new Fertility and Life Deity was still in her element. Especially with her current surroundings. “I mean, the amount of power you poured into the Kui-Tan to do this to them~.”
“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed before she let out a moan when Visi reached down into the smooshed crevice of the brown balls to grab her ass cheeks. “Mmph, nyoh, down, girl. Hah, marriage, a honeymoon is soon.” Brennie protested weakly through her horny haze.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you getting more wombs. Why do you get it before we Fertility Gods, hm~?” Visilia pouted in playful envy and Brennie moaned when her wife groped her tits too.
“I told, mm, someone? Someone else who asked, that it’s a fetish-focused thing. If you or any other slimes focus, you can do it too, I’m sure.” Brennie bit her plump lips as Visilia hefted one of the red dracowolf’s tits and gently caressed it with magic tingling through her hands in a scan. “So, how about it?” Brennie asked and Visi sat back in a seiza while hefting her own rack.
“...Feels a bit odd, but also really good. Not to mention, it will elevate my Fertility status! I’m gonna share this with Penny and Urta ASAP. It’ll possibly quintuple our output and finally come out of the red in population numbers.” Visilia’s words made Brennie feel sadness of the fact that, even with all the efforts to keep the population up in Devorak, this universe, pretty much a Death Universe by Multiverse standards, kept claiming lives faster than they could be born.
“Does anyone know where my yarn went?” Schrödinger asked as he floated about the room.
“Sorry hun! I think I have it in my Inventory!” Kally called from behind Brennie and the eldritch entity, who was still the beloved pet of the tanuki sisters, eagerly flew at his ‘mama’.
“Mm, if I wasn’t so rooted as a male, nya, I’d think I’d join those two on your nuts.” Schrödinger purred as he nestled into Kally’s currently yoga-ball sized tits that hid most of her body where she was perched atop her mountainous gonads.
“Why don’t you? Seras delves into being a herm from time to time.” Visi commented, having known the Vampire thestral mare for nearly as long as she knew Willow.
“I’m just not into that side of things. Besides, my mamas have such big soft mams too.” Schrödinger reached a paw into Kally’s cleavage and retrieved his yarn ball, before he got on his back in the bed of booba to play with his simple toy. “Wait, stop you chaos child, don’t hit me with that potion!”
“All this nonsense aside, I think I should get out of my amazing bed. Gotta see how things are going.” Brennie wiggled up out of the press of testicals and she snorted at seeing Kiro was asleep, leaning into her own giant boobs atop her balls and snoring in comfortable slumber.
“Very well, ugh, now I have boobs. That was not how things thousands of years ago went, but those little devils mess with even my perception.” A fuming female anthro Schrödinger who seemed to be from another time and place groused. “Where to find a reversal before someone takes advantage, Bryan no! Oh fuck, that’s big~!” Schrödinger moaned as her belly bulged.
“She does look a lot like Sabrina when I-oh.” Brennie flushed at realizing what she was watching. “Well, shit, no wonder Sabrina didn’t keep the tabby-cat look and seemed utterly confused when…those little noodly fucks. Hmph.” Brennie realized she had been bamboozled way, way back when, even before Andromeda and the Milky Way met.
“It’s frustrating. My perception of events changes and suddenly you have new events. Ugh, fuck, I was never female until that glitchy time noodle hit me! Fuck~.” Schrödinger moaned as she wriggled and writhed atop Kally’s tits, the Kui-Tan was befuddled and clearly aroused at the anthro tabby Covcat getting fucked atop her boobs. “I’m talking to you in the future! Why do you find that hot? Fuck, whatever, sure I’m Sabrina, just fuck me you horny dragon!”
“I thought she was role-playing…” Brennie admitted in embarrassment before she sighed and flew towards the door with Visilia. “Kally, Kiro, dinner’s at 8.”
“Ah~! Fuck! That’s a female orgasm~! It's like I just had hundreds of male orgasms in Victoria and it’s still going!” Schrödinger groaned.
“We’ll be there, Uh, what do we do with Schrödinger?” Kally asked as Kiro stirred awake.
“She’s your cat, but those will be Brennie’s brats in her, so I guess marry her too at the wedding or something if she wants.” Visilia dismissed and left Brennie’s suite aboard the Vengeful Retributor alongside her wife and the door closed as the new Covcat yowled in orgasm.
“Is that happening to Schrödinger everywhere right now? Or just the instances that she perceives as linked to that moment? Am I giving a show as I rail her?” Brennie questioned the headache that was the tabby cat. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter, it happened either way.”
“Let that sort itself, we have enough to deal with.” Visilia huffed in agreement.
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“Okay! So, that was it? Pillar and Collateral confirm the Clutterbuster IV and Womb of Nexus have all the relevant blueprints and the Fat Tire has her cargo holds full to bursting with B1 droids to keep the Rebellion going without us holding their hands.” Marcus queried while looking over his reports on his omni.
“Yes, sir.” Thaddeus nodded in confirmation. “All the UnSC civvies and the Rebels wanting to immigrate to Devorak have also made the trip through the portal. I believe, if there is nothing else, we are finished with this frustrating dimension at last.”
“Thank fuck! Make sure everything is prepped and ready for our return home and wedding.” Marcus declared, eager to finally put an end to his bachelor status. All these millenia and he has never married, but after stringing them along for so long, Dulvex, Travelex, Freval and Syrex deserved to finally get rings on their fingers. Uri would be too, but she was clearly marrying Jane and his parents. He wasn’t exactly sure if he was ready to make that leap yet.
“Yes, Lord Themis!” His subordinates saluted and set to final preparations to end this campaign. With that, Marcus suddenly found himself with an abundance of time due to the bureaucratic efficiency of the Argentines, so he decided to head to his private quarters.
“Hey~!” Aaaand~, there’s an intense boner! On his bed were Uri, currently not suppressing her emotions, Jane and his aunt Vinnie kneeling alongside each other, nude besides ribbons covering their nethers and nips, smooshing their boobs together into a single shelf of basketball-sized breast valleys in a straight row. “Welcome home, stud~.”
“Hnng~!” Now it’s becoming even more difficult to not take that marriage leap! “Uri and Jane I get, but auntie-.”
“Fuck that shit, boy. You’re a grown-ass man, I’m a grown-ass woman, genetics aren’t involved and we’ve already fucked. You’re gonna marry in even if your damn mom and fama have to drag you into the ceremony kicking and screaming.” Vinnie declared with a lick of her chops. “Especially with how damn well you’ve knocked your fama up, now shut up and fuck us, stud~.”
“…Okay.” Marcus knew not to argue at that point and get on with it.
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The portal to Devorak closed with a true sense of finality and the Rebel Alliance mourned, not the loss of the direct support of the Argentines, but the final loss of any connection to a culture that helped found the basis of their fucked-up societies and thus no answer to fixing it all aside from the manifesto provided to them.
Still, Tarkus, which would become known as the Throneworld of the New Empire, with help from their Je'Daii neighbors who approached once the Argentines were gone, would in a bloody coup free the Three Galaxies from their oppressors and instate a new, egalitarian and meritocratic society where money, while important, does not grant power or immunity to regulation.
Still, forevermore would the New Empire lament the severance of their history from Devorak.
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I awkwardly sat across from the Scinox in the cubicle managing my immigration. How the fuck do they manage to pull off the Sexy Secretary look when still fully covered in a head to toe body stocking with a hood? I can’t believe that the secret to Argentine bureaucratic success was minimizing as much paperwork as possible and having the OCD demonesses micromanage it.
“Alright, so, is that everything? If we get any notifications from either Luci Fer or the returned Velka about any unaddressed Sins that you forgot, you will be getting penalized.” The red-dressed ultra-sexy mystery demoness, seriously, what do they look like? Ahem, questioned, as if recalling as many of my crimes in my 300+ year life was as easy as simple recall.
“I was a fucking pirate fer most of my life. No way have I remembered everything.” I huffed at her with a pout, annoyed that this process has taken hours already. I had to give my biography for fuck’s sake! Talk about a strict and comprehensive background check for immigration! Even if I have been automatically okayed, ugh.
“Fair enough. Welcome to Devorak, I’d give you an information package and a list of job openings, but I understand you are slated for the palace immediately, so your handler will take it from there.” Sheesh, make it sound like I’m on parole or something why don’t you.
I accepted my passport, which was my physical and digital proof of identity. Is this thing made out of Cybertronium? I slipped it into my cleavage since I was wearing my usual lazy U-neck graphic T-shirt, jean-shorts, left shit-kicker boot, my right limb armor and my old bandanna and tricorn hat. This was a favorite outfit of mine and I was glad to immortalize it in an ID scan.
I left the Bureau of Bureaucracy, which literally handled all of the bureaucracy of the Argentia, not to be mistaken for the Displacement Bureau, which was going to be reestablished here as a subordinate organization of the AIA aka: Argentine Intelligence Agency. Thank gosh it was a lot simpler than the hellhole that was the alphabet soup of departments in the United States.
“Whoop!” I jumped at getting my ass spanked upon exiting the building and I laughed at Marcus who waited for me with Uri. “I was heading back, ya dinnae have to come down and-mm~.” Marcus pulled me into him, kissed me and dipped me~! My offside leg raised and twitched~. Oh my gods I should’ve been born a woman~!
“*Smooch* You were taking too long, got impatient.” Marcus growled and carried me like a princess to the flying limo. I giggled and squirmed as I was taken away to my future.

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Ch.111 Aftermath III
Aftermath 3
“How is she doing?” Brennie asked Vinnie in reference to Jane Silver in regards to the pre-wedding jitters. The event itself was still some time away. Massive celebrations such as a Royal Wedding were long affairs to get in order. They offered to make it as small and private as possible for her comfort, but Jane denied the offer, because the time it would take to get most of the Royal Harem together would be just shy of a full on publicly celebrated wedding.
“She’s a nervous wreck. A hot, sexy as all hell nervous wreck who is utterly adorable and fun to tease until she becomes a sex toy, but still a wreck.” Vinnie answered while reading porn on her omni and her ears twitched when something exploded in the direction of the personal gym that the Royal Family/Harem had in the Royal Suites of the palace.
“Who did that?” Brennie questioned in confusion.
“Probably Jane. She’s been on a major training kick trying to distract herself since she doesn’t have anything to do until her flagship is finished, since Jet refused to cede captainship of the Bebop.” Vinnie hummed and scratched at her lower stomach with her free hand. “Luster Dawn is in the same boat, but at least she has working on her Zerg with her mother to occupy her.”
“You! Ugh, I want peanut butter and the singularity of a blackhole.” Schrodinger demanded of Brennie as she waddled up with a rather large pregnant belly. It has been a month since the mass immigration and Brennie knocked the eldritch Covcat up quite well. “I don’t exactly have the means to do it myself like this and you have Womb Wards to ask for it.”
“Okay, sweetie. Oi! You heard my new broodmother, get to it!” Brennie slapped her toned stomach and she felt fluttering inside of all five of her wombs before a noodle popped into existence before Schrodinger with an impossible sandwich.
“Oo~, on rye. You guys are the best.” Schro cooed and nommed on the reality-defying sandwich gleefully, dripping an unholy union of peanut butter and distilled essence of gravity into her creamy white basketball-boob cleavage supported by a bandeau.
“Anything else you need?” Brennie inquired while rubbing Schro’s term-with-twins belly.
“Oh, could you get me a Womb Ward that could possibly survive in me?” Schro suggested as she rubbed her tummy. “As an eldritch entity of questionable existence, it can’t just be anyone.”
“That’s a tall ask. I don’t know any draconequus that existentially malleable.” Brennie hummed and patted her abs to signal that they send a query up the chain to population management. “Until then, remember they can still wait on you outside of your womb.”
“I know, I have a few in the past doing so. I just like bugging you. You know I’ve had chances of interacting with the old me? It’s weird, but not since we’re still the same even if it always turns into a bloody death match of us eating the other.” Schro non-sequitured and then was led away by the Womb Ward noodle with another sandwich as a lure.
“That girl is so fucked in the head, but since I was crazy before, I can get it.” Vinnie commented before another loud crash came from the gym. “Okay, that sounds more like a battle than a spar.” Vinnie got up and sprinted towards the gym, Brennie followed suit. “Oh, okay.” Whoa mama! “Hot, cool, intense, but could you please take this into an HbTC?”
Vinnie was referencing Jane lifting Uri, at her full moon+ size, with only the Force, while both Jane and Uri were meditating. If the dimensional scaling of the gym wasn’t active, Jane would’ve destroyed planet Devorak just then. With Uri’s thicc glorious twin moons of an ass. It wouldn’t be the first time the Argentines lost a planet to giantess cheeks clapping too close. That they were both naked was another plus even if they weren’t doing anything naughty.
“Jane, stop destroying things and get dressed, both of you.” Brennie shook her head.
“Sorry, but could ya please rephrase that?” Right, Goddess of Freedom. Ordering her is a quick way to get sass and no progress. An easy out for that is to phrase orders as requests. Especially when she wasn’t exactly keen to obey. It was frustrating, but honestly, Jane’s intense independence beyond her desire to do her best to please those she loves was attractive.
“Please, sweetie, could you get ready for us? This is starting to stress us out.” Vinnie requested with her hands clapped together in prayer.
“Ready? The wedding isn’t fer a few weeks yet, are we going somewhere?” Jane asked as she stood and Uri snapped back to her base size, landing beside Jane in a cool 3-point landing that sent her umbra-black boobs bouncing even after she stood up. “If not, could we do a pool party? With me as the slime water of course.” Jane requested perkily.
“Yeah, that sounds better.” Brennie and Vinnie nodded in agreement to Jane’s proposal.
“Great! Whose bathroom or are we doing this in the palace pool? I know yer resident pool slime is on vacation and her stand-in isn’t due to arrive in a few days.” Jane said with a knowing grin and Brennie rubbed the bridge of her snout. Having a know-it-all psychic in the harem was going to be both annoying and hilarious. Damned Force has no sense of privacy.
“Palace pool.” Vinnie answered with a sigh.
“Yes~! The only thing that would make it better is if we could breed, but we’re saving that for the honeymoon, where ya turn me into a moon~.” Jane slobbered into her cleavage before she grabbed Uri by the hand and dragged her out of the gym. She kissed Brennie and Vinnie on the way out with her tail wagging so hard it clapped her ass cheeks. She wasn’t slime right now.
The two Argentines followed their soon-to-be Pirate Queen towards the palace pool, where Jane promptly poured herself into it and filled it with her slime in seconds. Uri jumped in without hesitation and relaxed, floating on her back on the liquid silver surface. “Cozy.”
Brennie and Vinnie undressed before they jumped in as well. They were surprised when Jane didn’t move her slime against them in any way, she was genuinely just acting as a substitute for water at the moment. “Hm~.” This was relaxing as all sin. Oddly, even though she was the same kind of slime as those who worked the pool, the fact it was Jane made it feel so much better. “Sure you don’t want to work in the palace as the resident pool slime?” Brennie joked.
“Maybe when I’m home, but naw, I’ve got too much wanderlust in me to stay in one place too long.” Jane’s voice echoed from her slime gently, causing vibrations to quake the three swimmers, who sighed at the incredibly relaxing sensation.
“Oo~, Jane, hum please.” Vinnie requested and Jane obliged, causing the women to groan and sigh in relaxation as Jane hummed a sea shanty.
“Hey! Thanks for telling us about the sudden party in Jane’s body, Uri!” Marcus along with his other dragoness fiances hurried into the pool area and jumped in too.
“Welcome.” Uri replied as she continued to drift on the surface.
Jane continued to hum her sea shanty, but she noticed Brennie drifting off to the other end of the pool. “Brennie?” A second voice of Jane’s whispered by her ear.
“Yes?” She responded as she neared the quiet edge of the massive size-scaling pool.
“I’m sorry fer being so needy, but, well, I’m not used to being…legal if ya know what I mean.” Jane said to the dracowolf and Brennie felt slime hands knead her shoulders.
“I know. Freedom should never be taken for granted.” Brennie leaned back into her new waifu’s bust, enjoying feeling the slime wolf’s shape above her pool of slime.
“Don’t I know it, I’m a fucking Goddess of Freedom. It’s taking every bit of will not to go to a spaceport, hijack a ship and disappear into the void to ply my trade and get away from it all.” Jane’s arms wrapped around Brennie’s waist as the silver wolf’s snout rested on the dracowolf’s red shoulder. “Part of my definitions of Freedom are to be exempt from the expectations of society and all that and the only way to do that is to be on the fringe, like a-.”
“Pirate.” Brennie finished with a snort. “Well, Privateer now.” Then she felt tentacles entering her pussy and ass. “Hm~.” From there, Jane began to pump slime into her and filled her up until she looked pregnant with quadruplets. Her nips were also penetrated and her tits swelled with goo and her ass and thighs also expanded. “Mm~, careful babe~. You’re playing with fire.”
“I like to live dangerously. Besides, it is taking everything I have not to fill ya with my semen.” Jane quietly growled as she rounded the rounding ruby-red woman to kiss her and feed the fertility goddess her delicious goo through every hole.
Brennie lost track of things as she was filled constantly and was swallowing heavily to take as much of her lover into herself as she could until she felt her body pressing against all sides of her end of the pool. Then, Jane’s slime inside of her vibrated! “Mm~!” Brennie muffled into the silencing gag of goo around her snout as she orgasmed harder than usual and then was being drained with Jane smirking at the sex goddess cheekily.
“And not a one noticed~.” Jane claimed and Brennie’s sex spasmed at the idea of Jane, formerly a total virgin by Argentine standards, managing something like stealth sex. “Yew’ll be drained in a moment and able to join in on the fun.” Jane gestured to the other end, where almost all of the Harem that were home were in the pool of Jane, splashing, swimming and socializing. Also skinship, but no active sex was going on. “There, all empty.”
“Aw.” Brennie pouted hard and got kissed hard for it. She and Jane made out and grinded against one another, clearly with full desire to fuck and breed like horny bitches in heat-no~! Hnng~! Just, hold on, a week or two more and then Jane would be a fucking moon of puppies! They parted reluctantly, slime linking their lips as they panted and pawed at each other.
“I wanna fuck ya so bad it hurts~.” Jane sniffled and sank into herself while licking Brennie on the way down, then she felt it descend her stomach to then start eating out her cunt, making the goddess moan into her hands as she tried not to give in. She succeeded, then went about the impromptu pool part with Jane eating her out the whole time.
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“How’s my hair?” I asked Luster for maybe the twelfth time. I was in a white gown that only had the skirt in back and was open up front to show my bare thighs. I refuse to wear a full long skirt, the restriction of it would burn me like having to pay taxes. Metaphorically of course, I’m a tax-paying Argentine citizen now, my taxes just aren’t exactly considered standard.
Speaking of Taxes…there’s only like one or two taxes people here would have to pay. Which is a huge improvement! Finally, nobody is being taxed to death! My Freedom sings~! My husbands and wives have surpassed past mistakes and are still moving forward!
“Honey, it’s great. You look like a well-coiffed corsair here to rob everyone and drop all the men’s drawers.” Luster, who was in her preferred Maykr Alicorn form, wore a traditional wedding gown, since she floated everywhere and the long bell skirt actually worked really well with her.
“I just didn’t like that I caved and had Rarity do it in her style fer me.” I nervously touched my silver asymmetrical ringlets that the werepony twili had set my hair into. She also made our dresses! That mare is a lifesaver! “Oh~! Lusty, it’s happening~! We’re getting married! We’re gonna get so fucking pregnant tonight~!” I salivated into my cleavage, since the whole upper half of my epic tits were on display with the white dress cups barely covering my areolae.
“Considering your dress makes you look like a high-class strip club dancer rather than a bride, we’ll be lucky if we can make it to the honeymoon without you getting pregnant.” Luster giggled and I blepped my tongue playfully. That was kinda the idea~.
“Alright ladies, places!” I snarled at the stallion who ordered me. “Places please, ladies.” Better!
I eagerly joined Luster, Uri, Marcus, Dulvex, Travelex, Freval and Syrex in line. We would be just one group. After all, no way were Hildra, Shekka, Anno, Syri and a host of others gonna miss out on joining this! “Be warned girls, that things will get utterly hectic and by the time the reception starts, you won’t know what hit you.” Marcus warned us.
Then the doors opened.
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Brennie forgot how wild their Royal Weddings got. At least ten people have been arrested for drunken and disorderly conduct that infringed on other people, the ring bearers had a domino fall that dragged the flower girls in, there were at minimum fifteen separate assassination attempts foiled and one of the brides had a nip slip. That it wasn’t Jane was the surprise.
That all happened in the first ten minutes.
That said, after the hurried I-Do’s, they all kissed as fast as possible and since there were Changelings in the marriage, the orgy kicked off immediately, but not before Brennie pulled the thigh ring down off of Jane’s leg and threw it at the bachelors. “Fuck~! Ahn~! Uhn~! Brennie~!” Jane howled as Brennie finally fucking gave it to her!
Brennie was ramming her cock right up Jane’s needy snatch with near desperation! She was fucking her against the podium, holding her wrists back and smashing the wolfess into the stone column so hard it was breaking with each slap of her basketball sized tits against it, but she was a cybertronian slime and barely noticed when she was focused on thrusting back.
All around the massive spatial scaling event chamber in the palace’s grand venue people were breeding together like an aphrodesiac bomb had gone off. Fuck were changeling weddings awesome! “Oh, Jane~! I love you~!” Brennie declared before ramming her knot into the bitch, who bellowed in animal lust before Brennie began filling her with her first dose of live, fecund seed. “This is only the start! We’ll get it fully going once we get to the private resort.”
“Uhn~, yes~! Hah, umph, hurry and go cream the others so we can go do that!” Jane urged excitedly before moaning in dismay when Brennie pulled out and hurried over to Luster, who was just finished getting creamed by Vinnie on her back. The pink mare then whinnied in pleasure when Brennie stuffed her dick into the Zerg Queen.
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I can’t take it~! It’s finally time for my deepest, most primal womanly desires to be fulfilled in excess and we have to wait in the goddamn limo-classy shuttle until we reach the Julianus Retreat! It was a secret luxurious space station resort. “Mm~, Jane, I know you’re hungry for it and only got one round with each of us Marines, but if you keep trying to blow me, all it’s going to do is amp up my next orgasm later.”
Brennie claimed because she was denying her orgasms now and I redoubled my blowjob on her epic dick! “Unf~! Actually, keep doing that so I can put a big load inside you.” That’s the plan, babe~! Mm~, she tastes so fucking good~. I still can’t describe her flavor for the life of me.
“I would almost consider what we got back at the requisite changeling cultural orgy good enough, but that’s probably because as a Zerg, I have direct control over my body.” Luster Dawn chuckled as she used one of her six leg-tendrils to yiff my quim~. “That said, I am absolutely going to be impregnating my Silver lover along with all of you, now that I can.” Thank you Sarah Kerrigan for teaching your daughter how to procreate properly~!
“We all are. She wants to be the size of a moon, at least. Remember that I got Brennie here as big as a gas giant inside of Vinnie’s womb that one time.” Kiro boasted and I came as I imagined getting so impossibly full and gigantic!
“With those balls you have, fuck yeah I ended up as big as a gas giant~.” Brennie cooed while petting my head as I sucked, swallowed and deepthroated her cock in worship, priming her to knock me up as much as she possibly could in one go. “I think Jane might pop before then, though, even with a Navel Pearl. She isn’t aligned with Sex or Fertility, after all.” Pop~?! Uhn~!
“Wow! She orgasmed so hard!” Visilia laughed and bit her lip. “I know how inexplicably incredible popping is as a slime, I’ve done it twice giving birth. I think she might want to chase that on top of the maternity.” Visilia observed and I nodded as much as I could as I sucked. I have spent a lot of time with my first massive litter of puppies while waiting for this marriage, all my cuties have further intensified my desire!
“Well, she’s about to get her wish. We’re here.” Kevin declared and I was pulled off of Brennie with a whine from both of us. “Calm down you thirsty thot, you’re getting it in a bit.” I want it now!
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They entered the Julianus Retreat and were greeted by Skaven manning many of the services with shrines to Wiatr standing every few feet in the walls. Much of the station was gold, dark marble, accented with red fabrics and Jane noticed weapon emplacements and barracks hidden in the walls and floors. Every once and while she would see a shrine to other gods besides Wiatr, predominantly the Marines.
“They still won’t update this to Urta or Penny?” Willow pouted along with Cynder, Daring and Svartr at the fertility idols of Wiatr. The four former partitions of Wiatr were not happy to have their former gestalt worshiped in the vein that Penny and Urta rightly have taken. Willow was a Goddess of Sex, Commerce and Renewal though, so they should’ve updated it to just Willow.
“Oh, but Ladies! She still visits from time to time!” A great Slime Skaven, the tallest one many ever saw, greeted them. The 20-foot tall rat had dark orange and brown stripes, a mohawk of a mane, three long tails and two horns on her head. “Tsrashi mantled you when you four split!”
“Oh, right! Our greatest acolyte. Thanks, that likely saved us a lot of divine backlash.” Daring chirped and Jane awkwardly hovered around the Marines as several bellhops collected their recently acquired wedding gifts from the shuttle. They could have shoved it all into their inventories, but propriety required they open them first and they were far too eager to get to business to waste even more time with opening hundreds upon hundreds of gifts.
“Yes and Tsrashi knows exactly what you all wish to do. This one is sure her blessings and presence will help.” The giant rat cooed while patting Penny, Urta and Visi on the shoulder.
“Where’s Bravia?” Brennie asked, only to squeal in surprise when her male Skaven counterpart grabbed her asscheeks and gave them a squeeze. “You horny bastard! I’m on honeymoon!” Brennie turned and slapped him on the pec playfully, because while she appreciated that, on a honeymoon, all carnal affection was meant for those in the marriage.
“I know, won’t stop unless you get to your suite.” Bravia rumbled with a lustful leer and Brennie grabbed both Hildra and Jane who were closest and jogged away with them as Bravia laughed.
“I can’t believe this is happening~.” Hildra wiggled happily in Brennie’s left arm.
“Believe it, babe!” Shekka panted as she ran to keep up, the 4-foot red Rask barely managed.
“Everyone hurry the fuck up! I want to get everyone hyper preggers by our standards by tomorrow!” Brennie demanded, drooling, her eyes practically swirling with hearts for pupils.
Everyone obeyed, checking in with the concierge ASAP and signing Brennie, Jane, Shekka and Hildra in since they sped ahead to the Royal Suite of the supremely luxurious resort.
“Welcome to the greatest of all my resorts to date!” Brennie boasted after bursting in the double doors to an outdoor space that seemed like a perfectly temperate grassy mountainside villa! “We are in a pocket dimension that is basically an HbTC, but with focus on supreme comfort over training. Now! To the valley below! Gotta avoid crushing the villa!”

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Ch.112 Aftermath IV
Aftermath 4
“Ahn~!” I wailed for…the millionth time for all I know. I lost the ability to control my Navel Pearl long ago. I was a giant silver sphere with giant tits and ass cheeks that I had also turned into wombs utterly full of cum. I was pressing against other spheres filling an impossibly gigantic valley that, due to dimensional scaling shenanigans, would never be overfilled despite the fact just one of us Breeding Balloons alone outsized the mountains by a factor of two already!
I couldn’t tell who was breeding me right now, just that they were focusing on filling my ass wombs through my anus this time. I panted and drooled until someone grasped my face and fed a cock down my throat. I sucked, eager to fill my body with nutritious cum and I moaned when I felt two more cocks filling my nipples at the far end of the mountainous spheres. I couldn’t even tell who I was blowing until they brushed my messy slime hair out of my eyes.
“Hey~. How are you doing dear~?” Brennie crooned as she petted my head, giving my ears scratchies while combing my hair back with her fingers.
“Mmph~.” I responded as I gulped and sucked lovingly on her breeding pole, glad that she came to give me attention when she had so many other new wives to knock up too. “Mmph!” I grunted and became wide-eyed when a giant dick penetrated my equally massive pussy. “Mm~?!” I swallowed and bobbed on her cock with a questioning tone.
“Congratulations, you’re the size of a small moon.” I came at Brennie’s words and panted through my nose as I looked up at her smug face between her tits. “Now, ready to try for the size of an Earth-class planet?” Oh gods yes! She began fucking my face and the others at each of my holes and nipples picked up the pace! “Uri’s tail is what’s filling your pussy right now. She’s at her full moon-plus size~. Soon, she might be the only one who can fuck your cunt.”
“Mmph~!” I orgasmed repeatedly! My vision blacked out! I sucked, pulled and spasmed around every intrusion into my body! Then, Brennie roared and I gulped to desperately keep the surge of cum from trying to come up! I could hear the rush of fluids like a raging ocean inside of me along with the creaks, groans and squeaks of my slime membrane stretching in measurements of kilometers a second! Everything faded into blissful oblivion.
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Brennie panted after her latest orgasm finished and she patted the unconscious Jane Silver’s face in pride and approval. Jane reached planetary size and didn’t explode despite lacking affinity for the usual abilities. She’s been trained and modified well. Now Jane was easily dozens of times bigger than the other new wives. Just one of her tits or ass cheeks were as big as Luster Dawn and Anno, who were respectively the biggest Breeding Balloons besides.
“This is fucking awesome.” Brennie sighed in satisfaction before she teleported upon Planet Silver’s silver surface. Honestly, Jane was a lot like Tarkus, only with silver fur instead of grass. Also not split in half and held together by tethers. “We could host the other breeding balloons on Jane’s rounded back at this point. Especially if she has any give to her.” Brennie gave a testing jump and laughed at the trampoline-like response. “Yeah, she’s still got a lotta room.”
“Whew, Brennie, some of us aren’t sex or fertility deities, most of us are ready for a break.” Rico said upon teleporting nearby and patting Edward on the back when he appeared by him. “We’ve filled her tits as best we could, but, well. The spirit and body aren’t willing after days of constant sex.” Edward nodded with his fellow wolf in regards to the time dilation of this pocket realm.
“Her ass is a pleasure palace and even I agree.” Vinnie said when she flopped on the bouncy surface at Brennie’s feet. “Are we getting old? I mean, this is the most gratuitous we’ve ever gotten, but still.” Vinnie bounced her limbs on the springy surface of Planet Jane Silver.
“We are old, but not that old. If you need a break, take it.” Brennie encouraged and the others were more than happy to. “As for me, I want to see about-.” Creaking, groaning and the roaring of fluids happened again as Jane grew even further. Uri was not stopping for now, it seemed. “That makes my next objective easier, moving the other Baby Balloons on top of Jane.”
“I’m surprised Jovia hasn’t come to join in on the fun. Preggo Planets might as well slide right into her domain.” Rico brought up a good point, which was why Brennie grinned. “What did you do?” Rico queried as Brennie practically vibrated in glee.
“Surprise! This pocket dimension is actually Jovia’s womb!” Brennie revealed, causing the others to gawk in shock. “Jovia volunteered when I proposed to replace the usual suite entrance with a portal to her cunt, but still using the HbTC system for time dilation and climate control. It works out perfectly since Jovia’s womb is naturally like this anyway.”
“Hello~!” Jovia’s voice echoed throughout perceived existence. “Brennie, when are you gonna join in on becoming a Preggo Planet? You promised me I could put my noodles in you~.”
“After the other new wives have become Baby Moons too. I doubt any of them want to get as epic as Jane.” Brennie affectionately stamped her paw on the still growing Jane Silver.
“Aw, kay, fair enough. Get some rest in then, all work and no play makes life dull.” Jovia quoted wrong. Smarter now she may be, but Jovia was still average on the intelligence scale.
“That we agree with. Come on hun, let’s go relax with the other wives and hubbies relaxing at the villa and also figure out when we’re gonna turn them into Brood Balloons.” Vinnie licked her chops and Brennie blushed with a grin, eager to finally get filled by all of her wives and hubbies.
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“Taking a break?” Helvex asked Brennie when he, Ionyx and a few other Argentines arrived at the villa. They weren’t members of the Harem so much as fuckbuddies and retainers. Jovia’s womb was also only set to having a week of time pass to one day outside, so this must be the second day of the honeymoon in real-time for them to arrive with various supplies.
“Yeah.” Brennie nodded before she stretched out on her red chaise lounge by the pool, which Visilia was currently acting as the slime for with her metallic red surface being mirror-level reflective. “After putting Luster, Hildra, Shekka, Anno and Syri on Planet Silver, we decided to take a rest.” Brennie pointed into the sky, where silver spheres were seen through the blue sky.
“Yeah, I’d say after all of that you deserve a break.” Ionyx nodded before Visilia extended her goo into two more chaise lounges for the two generals to lie upon on either side of Brennie. “She’s gotten good at morphing her goo in neat ways.” Helvex and Ionyx both took their seats but were soon drawn in closer. Visilia giggled when Brennie squeaked as the generals were pressed against her sides.
“Visi~! The rules!” Brennie whined, because she wasn’t allowed to have her Chosen Studs on a Honeymoon. That rule was agreed upon quickly by all involved that beyond any marriage orgies, the following Honeymoon was to be devoid of fuckbuddies getting in on it. That went for everyone. Hanging out was fine, but no fucking. That was sex not had with a wife or husband.
“You know the rules and so do I, but there’s no harm in heavy petting or mutual masturbation.” Visilia reminded and Brennie sighed as her studs rubbed her shoulders and abs. “Besides, I’ve been patient, so have Penny and Urta, but this next go will be with us Fertility goddesses; you included. After all, with those cum-planets named Kiro and Kally, we can all get as big as Jane with some effort and magic boosting those glorious tanuki babes~.”
Said babes were chilling in the pool of Visilia right now, sipping pina coladas while lounging on floating mattresses. Not inflatable toys, actual inflatable mattresses, the cheeky cunts. “Yeah.” Brennie nodded and hummed as her studs continued to massage her. “But then who will knock up Kiro and Kally? Those two deserve to be the first to help repopulate their species.”
“I’ll fucking do it!” Willow announced cheerfully from where she was floating past them at the edge of the pool, raising her margarita in a toast. “I am still an Ancient Dragoness, in part. I have to wear this collar for a reason besides sentiment.” Willow tapped her moon and star-themed collar, a holdover from her first adventures when her Undead Curse needed binding. Now it was also a size-control collar like all giants wore for living convenience.
“Alright. What’s done is done.” That was Brennie double-speak for ‘Don’t annoy me with the small details’. After all, she and Willow have been fusing a lot lately, she knew more about one of her first wives than the very wife knew herself. Besides, she didn’t want to risk fantasizing about her sexy sex goddess waifu sexing her and-oh dear she’s gone cross-eyed.
“Come back to us, My Goddess.” Ionyx patted Brennie’s cheek and she came back to the present from her fantasy of getting fucked into planetary size by one of her first wives.
“Sorry, I was-you were patting my cheek with your dick!” Brennie’s cheeks puffed up in embarrassment and Helvex busted out laughing.
“It worked, though.” Ionyx replied cheekily.
“Normally I’d get to sucking, but I can’t this time. Get your tasty dick out of my face.” Brennie sulked and pushed the massive horsecock away, giving a longing squeeze before removing her hand. “Now then, with more supplies having arrived, we can continue with the breeding anytime. Where’s the list?” Brennie didn’t like to have to make a list, but, the Harem is massive.
“Here.” Helvex handed her the list of wives who queued up for becoming Baby Balls. Brennie licked her lips at someone having put her name at the top, then looked down it to see the next round along with her were going to be Visilia, Penny, Urta, Nexus, because she finally bit the bullet and married her harem to theirs, then Kiro and Kally with the newest wives pitching until they were the only ones left in this round of becoming planetary broodmothers.
“Nice~.” Brennie groped her left tit and bit her lip. “Sucks we gotta wait until tomorrow morning when everyone is nice and fresh and ready for it.”
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*Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.* I swallowed in a rhythmic zen. I came to awareness…I don’t know how long ago. I felt wind, rain and whatever else a planet experiences when you’re big enough and in a demiplane able to generate your own damn gravity and thus atmosphere. I have a feeding tube shoved down my throat that let me taste the incredible creamy goodness being fed to me. It wasn’t cum, it was milk, Not my milk, but I believe Luster’s, Anno’s, Shekka’s and Hildra’s.
I could see them in the distance, cradled upon the massive spheres of my own tits, which someone occasionally fucked and filled even bigger, like the rest of me. Life was bliss. All I had to do was drink, swell, get fucked, bloat and gestate the untold trillions upon trillions of puppies inside of me~. I even felt the Womb Wards within me moving around my vast interior. I was ultimately a prisoner in my own body by my own choice and my Freedom luxuriated in it.
I moaned around my tube as I felt someone somehow fucking my pussy again. It has to be big enough to engulf an earth-class planet by now~, so who could that be? *Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.* Mm~, don’t care at this point. So long as this continues until I, eventually, gloriously, gratuitously, explode with puppies~...
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Planet Silver was now big enough to replace the gas-giant-sized world Jovia hosted for the honeymoon, so most of everything has been moved to her. Nobody was in danger here, so even whenever Jane finally burst with her brood in the coming months, they would all be fine. Which was what Brennie fully believed as she drank endlessly from her own feeding tube, in a zen state, instinctively swelling herself with each swallow until she too would eventually pop.
Brennie’s quim gushed a waterfall of fluid at her opposite end at the thought of her eventual climax and she swallowed harder and faster for a time before slowing back to a sedate pace. All of the slime wives were in her condition. The few not so malleable and indestructible were still mobile regardless of the size they had achieved. Someone petted her head, rousing her.
“Hey, Brennie~.” Jovia cooed, the thicc cosmic draconequus who looked like several attractively shaped gas giants forming a cohesive whole, was the one petting the sex and fertility deity. “Thanks for having me host all of this and letting me stuff you with my little noodles. Also for secretly marrying me.” Jovia smooched Brennie’s brow and the dracowolf wiggled her eyebrows. Unlike the other new wives, Jovia was glad to be quiet about it just for the surprise.
After Jovia ceased to be a ditzy bimbo thanks to the Divinity Engine she gestated within her until she birthed it someplace secret in Triangulum, then had that epic rendition of Somebody to Love out of her system, the Marines had been getting to know her in private. Very intimately. Not just sexually. Jovia was an intensely loving person who, despite her immense power, was so gentle that she wouldn’t hurt a fly, but would still fight when it came to it. Like Fluttershy, painfully.
“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed with a nod through her constant gulping, but then blinked when she felt their noodles wiggling around in her along with her Womb Wards. “Mmn~?”
“Hm? Is something wrong-eek?!” Suddenly, there were imprints of giant cocks, their accompanying balls, tits and asses pressing out against Brennie’s earth-class planet-sized body and moving rapidly all over her surface, bouncing her atop Planet Silver’s back like a ping-pong ball! “No! Bad babies! You put those away and behave this instant!” Jovia demanded, but Brennie didn’t care, too busy cumming her brains out to the sensations~!
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“Gosh damn they are beautiful.” Rico commented from the viewport of a shuttle at the array of planets clustered together on the gas-giant sized Planet Silver, which had reached the size of Saturn this month and projected to achieve Jupiter-class next month if the rate of gestational growth and fluid infusions remained as it was. Silver was far larger than all the others and was orbiting the star at the center of Jovia’s incredible womb, hosting them all.
“Makes you kinda envious, huh?” Edward asked his brother-in-arms and fellow husband of the Harem, both clad in lazy basketball shorts. With the HbTC set to the usual high-intensity time dilation as usual since Brennie’s Chosen Studs arrived with the necessary equipment that was late in arriving in time for the wedding itself, they were effectively on their usual possibly centuries-long honeymoon phase that happened after each major Harem expansion.
“Kinda, but I’m not taking that plunge.” Rico shook his head before he took a sip of his margaretta.
“Aw, but you’d look great as a gigantic ball of babies~.” Edward teased, because each of them were Cybertronian Slimes and gender was just an option.
“It ain’t easy to make that change. Besides, someone needs to be responsible and have their head on their shoulders, not blasted into oblivion with constant sexual bliss.” Rico reasoned and Edward sighed in resigned agreement.
“Point taken.” Kevin replied for a moment before resuming his meditation.
“Honestly, I was rather tempted too, but Rico is right.” Marcus commented from the nearby sofa where he was watching an anime. Each of them was quite sexually satisfied from the morning infusions made to their wives and so they were content to pursue other forms of leisure. “I’d make a damn fucking hot bitch of a wolf though. Brennie and Willow are my parents after all.”
“How exactly does she do it? Being able to switch back and forth, not losing herself to a primarily feminine identity? Sure, she’s female most of the time, but goes male for most combat and when she’s pissed. Meanwhile, every other guy who went gal just stays a gal even if they keep male sex traits. That giant silver Preggo Planet was born a man twice-over and became one of the most feminine women I’ve met.” Rico asked the others and they all shrugged.
“I know if I went female and had children…I might not be able to go back to this.” Edward admitted with a gesture down at his muscular massive male form. “I think that’s a part of it. After experiencing sex and maternity, the person just can’t handle not having those options at all times.” Edward theorized with a hum before drinking his own mojito.
“Then there is the fact that most male/female species start off in the womb as female regardless of the finalized gender. It’s like it’s genetically encoded in us.” Kevin commented, still having his eyes closed and meditating, but was likely surfing the minds of all the blissed-out beauties. “Sheesh. Jovia and Brennie’s noodles are already hung and thicc. They’re even humping away at their mother’s uterine walls. It’s like Hermais, Eris and Dongoruas with Wiatr all over again.”
“Fuck. By a magnitude of hundreds to thousands, knowing how much more overboard Brennie goes than Wiatr ever went. Those noodles probably skipped gestation entirely and are just having fun inside of her.” Marcus chuckled while patting his shorts-covered groin in arousal.
“Yeah and they’re not listening to their fama’s demands.” Kevin stated in disapproval. “She’s being bounced around on Silver like an overeager red slime from an RPG.”
“Hot damn, that’s sexy.” Rico huffed and downed the rest of his margarita.
“Remember fellas, we’re not supposed to give the girls more liquid love until dinner.” Edward reminded and the other men all grumbled and rubbed their featureless shorts-clad groins.
“That doesn’t make it any easier.” Helvex growled in annoyance, since the fuckbuddies were barred from plowing the Harem members, but the sex toys and pleasure androids were free.
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“Mm?” I sucked on a suddenly dry tube and wiggled my head around in protest, only to realize my membrane had finally started subsuming my head, which meant it was nearly time! Why did they stop me from exploding?! “Glurk! Gak! Ptoo!” The tube had rapidly been pulled from my throat and I coughed as my goo readjusted to being empty for the first time in ages. “Why~?! I’ve gotta be right there, why stop the pop~?!” I whined in dismay despite the maddening bliss.
“Because you’re the star-sized planet hosting all the other Preggo Planets and it would be best if they go first before you go supernova.” Eris answered as she pressed a button on the ludicrously long tube and it collapsed into a capsule. “Things get really messy if you pop first. Like, really messy. We’re talking months scouring Jovia’s womb for all the scattered babies.”
“Oh~! I’m gonna explode so gud~!” I panted, drooled and tried to bite my membrane to try and force myself to pop! Only, it was too tight! I couldn’t bite myself! It was like my membrane was solid stone! “I’m too hard! Am I really going to pop?” I asked with concern, my membrane doesn’t feel on the verge of rupturing despite the deep divot my head was sucked into.
“You will, but after the others pop first. We should be starting with Anno right about-.” I howled in blinding pleasure as a sudden pressure and force somewhere on my left tit caused a shockwave to travel all through my insides~! I panted and noticed the distant white spot on the horizon of my gas-giant sized left breast was gone! “There she went~. Next is-.”
“Gouh~!” I went cross-eyed when the red and purple balls on my right tit disappeared!
“Shekka and Hildra, who got converted from all the slime spoo being pumped in them~. Luster, Khorgan and Tam-Tam are next~. Luster was the biggest of the first batch~.” Eris teased me mercilessly as she pointed out the large pink, green and peach balls on my left breast.
I whimpered, watching to see-I came~! I snarled and spat and spasmed from their detonations traveling through me~! Then, Eris had my face in her thicc thighs.
“Second batch now. First? Brennie~. She’s bigger than any of the others, a gas giant herself~. Only Visi, Penny and Urta are nearly as gigantic, followed by Kiro and Kally~.” Eris lilted as she shoved my snout up her snatch, using my muzzle like a dildo and she began literally riding my face. “Get licking big girl, there’s dozens of wives after them to go~.”
*Whimper~🩶...*

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Ch.113 V The End
Aftermath 5
“Mother~?” Brennie heard a soothing voice that awoke her. She was still gulping down the milk from the tube and-oh. Her head was sunken into a deep divot. She’s close to bursting~! “We’re ready for you, let it take its course~.” Wait, does that mean just relax and keep swallowing or speed up? “Pfft, speed up, mama!” On it! *Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!* *Groan~! Creak~! Squeak~!*
Then, bliss. Brennie came to from a spasming white-out brain-blast of pleasure, lying on Jane’s rock-hard surface in a pool of her own goo, which had formed a shallow ocean as far as she could see, likely all the way to Visilia, Penny and Urta, who were all sharing space on Jane’s front around her impossibly mountainous popped-out navel since they were the biggest besides.
The puppies and other infants were already being collected by her and Jovia’s full-grown giant anthro draconequus, who had any male organs put away right now and were helping the Sweeper specially designated for kiddie collection hoover the tykes up to a massive prepared daycare on board. By giant, she meant giant. Not one of them was shorter than 50 feet.
“Good job, mum! Biggest you’ve ever been! Shame Aunt Jane stole the limelight.” One of the nearest chimeric women patted her cloven hoof on Jane’s surface.
“Next time, Gehela.” Brennie named her caprine-based daughter, who shivered in pleasure upon being given a name and her curled ram horns spun around like pinwheels. “I would name you all, but-.” Her giantess daughter picked her up. “Oh~!” She hugged her daughter’s house-sized tit when pressed to it with surprising gentleness.
“Thanks, mum. You can rest on my breasts and take your time.” Gehela suggested and Brennie gladly did as suggested, climbing on top of Gehela’s left breast. As a caprine-based draconequus, she was covered all over in various types of wool, so her boob was sinfully comfortable. Brennie noticed she didn’t fall off when Gehela turned sidewise. “Look, there’s Aunt Visi, about to pop~!” Oh, fuck yeah! Brennie might just-! *Boom~! Bloosh~!*
Sympathy orgasm~! Uhn~! Fuck yeah~! Brennie panted as she lied on Gehela’s tit and watched Visi get levitated out of her ocean of red metallic goo and placed next to Brennie before the Sweeper began gathering the goo babies. “Love~. That was…the best, ever. Gotta do this again.” Visilia swore and shared a tired, happy, slow kiss with her wife. “Who’s this?”
“Gehela. I’m guessing the ‘eldest’ of Jovia and I’s ankle biters, though she’s the average height of them. They’re all giants, none shorter than 50 feet and all sexy as sin.” Brennie boasted.
“Love you, mama.” Gehela claimed warmly and leaned her head down to smooch their bodies.
“Platonically or sexually?” Brennie teased.
“I’m pretty sure you know how much we love you~.” Gehela lilted teasingly before gesturing back down. “Next to pop is Penny.” At this, they looked just in time to-omigurdyis. Brennie came to, panting and sloppily making out with Visi, who was just as pleasure drunk. Then Penny was beside them, the brown vixen equally sexually satisfied. “Gonna just give you all a ride, watch you fucking lose it every time they pop~.” Gehela teased and the slime broodmothers shivered.
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Everyone had given birth, besides Jane. Eris arrived on the shuttle moments ago and confirmed Jane had entered mental shutdown in the final stages of her slime pregnancy. She would pop soon, but not on her own. She was so massive now, she was stable and would never pop from infusions or drinking. Instead, they would have to induce.
“We are literally about to pop our new wife with the equivalent of a giant pin because she’s actually become a fucking planet without terraforming.” Rico said with intense arousal as the large needle hovered over the general region of Jane’s underbelly, where the thinnest point of her planet-like crust would be. Yes, crust. She was officially a planet with a mantle and all.
“Eris ran the simulations, she’ll either explode all at once like the rest of us did, rupture in a fountain and spray the babies to the far wall of Jovia’s womb or only have a tiny opening made and have to be hollowed out like a giant egg and her creamy insides collected for her consciousness to reconstitute.” Shekka stated with a horny lick of her lips, grope of her goo tits and fingers already working her snatch even after most of a year of getting regularly fucked.
“The first two will be quick, but knowing Jane, it’ll likely be the third one. I bet she’s a shell world.” Luster stated and held up a massive vibrating dildo. “I wager Mister Twister!”
“No sex toy betting! It’s about to happen anyway.” Brennie huffed in annoyed amusement and watched the giant tungsten needle descend through Jane’s atmosphere. It punched into her, yet did nothing else. “Yep, she’s an egg. A solid egg that’s been cracked. Gonna have to suck her out.” Brennie sighed with fond exasperation as the needle was retracted and the gooey insides stayed in because of Jane’s actual fucking gravity, so the Sweepers moved in.
“Wow, that’s amazing.” Gehela, now sporting a size-restriction collar, said from next to everyone. She was the only one of hundreds of thousands of her and Jovia’s noodles to stick around. Apparently, as cosmic entities focused on creation, they already had work to do in helping reduce at least some of Devorak’s violent Destructive phenomenon. “Her membrane thickened and crystalized into a planetary crust, her goo formed the mantle and core.”
“Is it permanent?” Vinnie asked worriedly.
“Yes, but Jane’s consciousness will have moved to her still amorphous goo. So now there’s a giant silvery crystalline shell with smaller-.” The breasts and butt-cheeks snapped off, now hollow. “Correction, there are now five giant crystal shell planets to deal with. Where should we drop them off?” Visilia asked curiously as the smaller Saturn-sized planets orbited the main.
“Well…trying to add any of them to an inhabited system would throw off the existing orbits, but I want them as close to the throneworld system as possible, since they’re inhabitable and the Coven will have them terraformed within a month.” Brennie hummed as she considered it, but ultimately. “We should ask Jane. This is her remains we’re talking about.” This had a Rebirth written all over it. Jane might come out of this a totally different person, but still the same.
“Nanny’s Vacuum reports having found her, but she’s a giantess and they’re getting a collar on her while she’s still dead asleep.” Ionyx reported while looking at his omni.
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“Uhn…” Too bright~. Five more minutes. ‘It’s been too long, get your glorious ass up.’ I groaned and pushed myself up, blinking to get my vision to refresh. When did I solidify my form? ‘Subconsciously. Being slime all the time is fine, but not when asleep.’ Good point…Force? ‘Hey girl~! How’s my bae?’ Oh no, you’re a Valley Girl? ‘Yes, but the smart kind.’ Okay, bearable.
I went to stand up and watched the room scale with my height. Why was the ceiling low before? The door shrunk down and in walked…an ant? Holy fuck, how big am I?! ‘You’re as big as that fine bitch Uri, hun.’ Holy fuck! I’m bigger than a Luna-class moon?! ‘Hun, you grew to the size of a Sol-class yellow star, be glad you didn’t replace Visilia as the native Fertility Goddess because she nabbed it just before you arrived in this dimension.’ That is fucking hot! ‘I know~!’
“Oi!” Oh, Brennie~! “Ah, cool. You’re awake. How are you feeling?” She asked and I didn’t even need to get closer to know she was aiming some sort of sonic device at one of my mountain-sized ears to hear that. Wow. This being my True Size, gonna be an adjustment.
“Never better! I can talk with Force now, but she’s a Valley Girl. A smart one, though.” Sorry girl. ‘I get it boo, my flaveh ain’t for everyone.’ Never go that heavy again, please. ‘Naw, it all me.’
“I just heard that and I hate it already.” Wait, Brennie heard that? ‘Hun, at this size, I am practically a gravity field with all the Me you be emitting.’ Wait, that’s less Valley and more Creole. ‘Pfft, let me do me, babe. Now, unless you want me broadcasting all over, how about you get down on the floor with your lover thanks to the collar on your neck.’ Collar?! “Breathe! Breathe~! This is an order! That thing will let you live normally!” I bristled, but…it didn’t?
“I can ignore orders without biting back now~!” I cheered and with will, my new size-restriction collar had me standing several feet from my new wife and I ran to her, glomping her and getting spun around~! “We’re married~! Oh gods! I had the best fucking honeymoon and I love ya all more than I can put into words!” I fluttered Brennie with kisses and she laughed.
“Yes! Yes, we know.” Brennie roughly tousled my messy mane of hair, wow I have a big head of hair now. It goes to my ass. Dayum. I must look like Loona from Helluva Boss. “Anyway, everyone’s waiting for you. Let’s go.” Brennie ushered me through the door and on the way through the ship, I saw viewing windows into giant daycares that had toddlers running around!
“How long was I out?” I asked fearfully, but Force didn’t tell me. I guess Force can only openly chat when I’m not restrained like this. I spun my new collar, a symbol not of imprisonment, but another form of Freedom for me and I smirked. Thank gosh. Her accents were annoying. I got a sensation of pouting and acknowledgement. Okay, we’ll chat later, Force. Notions of content.
“Three years after we had to puncture you, drain you, then got to work on terraforming the five giant shell planets you left behind.” Brennie spanked my ass and I blushed bright red.
“...I’m actually impressed we went at it that hard.” I grinned and bit my lip. “Do it again?”
“In a century or so, babe, damn~.” Brennie laughed and squeezed my ass, which I just noticed was still naked. “…Okay, I’m pregnant again, but I have reasons beyond most. Besides, we all gave birth to enough new lives to populate all those worlds you also created. I think that our epic planet-scale breeding finally getting our population out of the red outside of immigration is enough excuse to take a break and handle the life we have made.”
“Fair enough. So~...do I get to name them? I want one of those planets to be named Bob.” I declared and Brennie snorted with a roll of her eyes. “Hey, Titan A.E. is a classic!”
“Fucking American, but yes you can name them.” Brennie answered.with her hand still on my ass and kneading it, making me wiggle my eyebrows. “Don’t mind my hand, years away have made me kneady.” I laughed at the horrible pun in surprise and playfully swatted her offending hand with my tail. “But anyway, your flagship has been done for years now.” Oh…oh.
That’s right, I have to…go. Away from my wonderful wives and husbands. Stupid, stupid past me! Fucking me over! Well…it will be fun, but no way can I go more than a month without seeing any of my new wives and husbands. I looked down at the Royal Signet Ring signifying my status as a member of the Royal Family and my status as a Harem Wife. I just realized this thing didn’t get lost or damaged, like my Navel Pearl and Nipple Studs didn’t.
“You are to report back on the third week of every month and remain in the palace or with a member of the Royal Family for that week. Your ship’s temporal drive will ensure you are never late.” Brennie said, as if having heard my worries and she rubbed my lower back. “You also have to give your ship a name.”
“Hm…damn, uh…the Argent Anarchy?” I suggested off the cuff, belatedly realizing I had just suggested naming it after myself since I’m Silver and govern Freedom-.
“That’ll work.” Brennie pressed things on her omni! “Confirmed, they’re engraving it in the hull now.” Brennie declared impishly.
“Brennie~!” I whined in dismay and she laughed at my embarrassment.
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The officially dubbed Argent Anarchy was the first of its type produced by the Argentine industrial complex. Unlike even the corvette class ships which prioritize durability and firepower over speed, the Argent Anarchy was a corvette-cruiser, bridging the two classifications in size while emphasizing speed. It was shaped like a spike with massive engines taking up the whole back quarter of the ship, meaning aside from Runner’s native ship alt, it was the fastest there is.
“It is literally a giant spike.” Marcus commented in bemusement, not having looked at the ship’s design so much as the specs before. “What is the main armament? I don’t see a MAC or other anti-ship weapons.”
“It doesn’t have one. The AA isn’t meant for destroying ships, it is meant for capturing them. It intercepts, disables and boards.” Nexus, who had lent her design expertise to the commission of the first officially new-built Privateer ship in the Argentine fleet, answered while her tentacles manipulated several consoles at once. “Instead, the whole ship acts as a focus for an ionization blast to stun ships up to dreadnought class.” The 14 foot tall purple elfin quarian smugly said.
“...Can we commission these for police work? It would be nice to capture criminals not in need of immediate purging more often.” Edward suggested as he half paid attention to the ceremony where King Hydrax had his new wife, Isillit, beside him. They were ‘knighting’ Jane with a public declaration of her new role, so that the whole galaxy knew not even the thugs on the fringes were safe now.
“I have already streamlined and dumbed-down the design for lower-quality mass-production types much easier to maintain and update. The Forges have the blueprints already.” Nexus answered and squeaked when both of her new husbands sandwiched the equally tall woman between their 14 foot tall beefy bodies and smooched her cheeks. “Away with you! I have a work ethic beyond sex you know!” Nexus flustered and whipped their butts with her tendies.
The boys laughed and left their new wife and old friend and savior to her thing. “Another adventure done and another great group of additions to the family. Glad we went, not sad we left.” Marcus, now a cybertronian slime after all the shenanigans in Jovia’s womb, chuckled and Edward sighed wistfully. “Can’t save everyone, uncle.”
“I know. I just wish for a present that could-have-been, but we live in the present we have now and it is great as it is. Anyway, Lord Admiral Marcus, what are you going to do with all the leave you built up for the past, I don’t know, five military campaigns you’ve headed?” Edward asked his workaholic nephew teasingly and Marcus snorted.
“I’m part of the Harem now, I’ve got a lot of belated love to share even with the years spent in Jovia. Including with Jovia, since she only had the energy to do it with Brennie once without risking the stability of her womb.” Marcus grinned with horny masculine energy. “Besides, with Jane about to take a fleet of old ships out to raid the raiders, I’m kinda out of a job for now.”
“Well then, spend most of your free time introducing your dragon ladies to the others now that everyone isn’t a giant baby ball unable to think past swallowing and getting bred.” Edward suggested before they left the R&D labs of the palace, which was undergoing massive renovations due to all of the new family members moving in. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Edward slid into a room and locked the door behind him. “Hey~.” He lilted with his voice being smoother.
“Hey, sweetie.” Rico replied to Edryn, the hyper-buxom wide-hipped thicc wolfess version of Edward, as she sashayed her way towards him. “How did it go?” He asked while she stripped.
“Everything went swimmingly well~.” Edryn cooed before the two kissed. “Mm~! This is already so addicting. Good thing I didn’t jump in during the honeymoon, I would have stayed this way.”
“Just warn me if you want to back out. Now, I have the condoms, so you’ll be safe.” Rico supportively said to his wife and they kissed again.
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“Now?” I asked a bit sadly and Brennie nodded. We were at the front with all the other Marines at the umbilical connecting the Argent Anarchy, but I would be going in alone. The crew was already on board, including Anno, Syri, Khorgan, Tam-Tam, Shekka, Hildra, Uri, and Luster Dawn. So at least I have 8 of my wives with me, but I was still sad to be leaving the rest of my family to go off and do fun pirate-y shit. I mean, I wanna go do fun pirate-y shit, but I’ll miss my family, unlike before. Not that I didn’t miss me mum, but…she’s been dead for centuries now.
“Now. It’s been delayed within all reason, babe, but it’s time for you to get on that ship with the swagger of your Pirate Queen self and plunder some ill-gotten booty with that fine one of yours.” Vinnie piped up and got agreeing nods while I smirked and playfully patted my ass at them. I was in my usual outfit, the bodysuit was only for intense combat. My graphic crop top, jean shorts, boot, right limb armor, bandana and tricorn hat were more than enough for most things.
“Yarr, I’ll avast their booties with great abandon, but do it with a heart for home. Ever since me mum died, I never had someone waiting fer me, so this will be rough at first.” I admitted to them and started hugging and kissing them all. Thank gosh it was only the Marines, otherwise I’d never end up getting on my new ship which was loaded down with all the essentials, Mobiles included. The Argentines would be slower to incorporate them, but I specialize in them.
“Yeah, but that’s life.” Kevin stated with a shrug and I sighed before Force niggled my brain.
“Say. Brennie, Vinnie, why those names and not Brienne and Vienne?” I asked and my wives opened their mouths, only to pause, blink, then look embarrassed. I sensed through the Force that they were admonishing themselves for not thinking of this so fucking long ago.
“That never crossed our minds, but those will be our new names. So much sexier on the tongue. Thanks, Jane.” Vienne smooched me and then I got an urge that had me grinning manically.
“Alright, I guess it’s-whoa?!” Brienne yelped in surprise at the audacity of me abducting her in a fireman carry over my right shoulder! “Guys? Guys?!” The others just waved goodbye and I laughed triumphantly. “Oh…right. She’s the new Pirate Queen…”
“Start the ship! Start the ship~!” I shouted gleefully upon entering the bridge and seconds later, we did an aborted disconnect from the umbilical like planned and were headed for the Mass Relay. They were only used for travel between close, established systems, but we had a route to follow to the galactic south. “Now, my stolen booty.” I spanked her ass by my head and she jolted. “It is time for me to claim my spoils in the traditional way~.” I carried her from the bridge.
Brienne mewled submissively like how Hermais told me she would. My wife of War had a surprisingly intense sexual submissive side when her partners took charge~. I entered my private quarters up on the habitation deck and tossed Brienne on the bed, making her bounce on the massive sinfully comfortable surface. “Jane~.”
“My brood-bitch~. This time, I’m gonna be the one impregnating you~. Take those shorts off, you don’t need them~.” I ordered as I unbuttoned my jean shorts.
“Will I have to walk around naked~?” Brienne asked with all of her clothing instantly gone.
“O’ course! How else would the crew get their hands on ya? Gotta give ‘em equal share of the booty.” I dropped my shorts and panties, grool was already running down my thighs and the back of my basketball-sized nuts with my arm-sized wolf cock stiff and ready. “Now, try to shiver me timbers, because after ya turned me into five planets at once, I am not the weak woman I used to be!” I pounced on my wife with a ravenous hunger~<3
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“So she’s going to kidnap any of the Harem she can while on campaign to have her fun and test our defenses?” Visilia asked the remaining Marines with aroused incredulity.
“Yep. She passed it by Marcus, who secretly gave it the green light. I’ll admit, considering how her fleet ran the blockade at Aiur II, it will be a great live-fire exercise for our navy.” Edward said with amusement and approval. He was oddly more vocal than usual lately.
“I know we don’t use money like most governments do, but it will still cost a lot to support such activities.” Willow voiced, since as a Goddess of Commerce, she was put on the advisory council. “It’s easily done, but is this going to go forward or not? I need confirmation.”
“Gonna have to get used to everyone being here now.” Visilia muttered and then nodded. “Alright, let it be known to all that the Argentine Privateers are to test our defenses with live-fire exercises using stunning and capture techniques.” At least Jane Silver keeps things interesting.
“Hey~!” They perked up and saw a red Wiatr Fairy lowering from the ceiling. “Jane had me stay so that I could finish getting upgrades for my stability.”
“Rivala! Where’ve you been? We haven’t seen you in the 3 years since Jane popped.” Edward asked their wife, who was Jane’s best friend and honestly…wait.
“Oh, you know, helping the others adjust to life here. Especially Jimbo and his family unit. Really glad we grabbed his mom before we abandoned the Old Home.” Rivala commented, reminding them that Jimbo’s harem, which included Amelia’s sister and her Chaos Noodle lover and had Doctor Delbert Doppler as a stepdad who fell hard for Jim’s mom Sarah in these brief years.
“Wait, no. You were gone before then, were suddenly there at the wedding and honeymoon, then gone again. Time fuckery?” Visilia asked with frustration and concern, remembering that the Wiatr Fairies, outside of spreading Equusian influence, were also often tapped for dimensional and temporal shenanigans.
“Urk, uh, yeah~. I was doing Time Paradox Prevention for Eris, since she’s still adjusting.” Rivala grew to full size and leaned over the high back of one of the council chairs with her tits boobhatting Rico. “I’m home-home now though and ready to get stabilized so I don’t go poof or turn into a Morph from running out of Wish Magic.”
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear through my sexy earmuffs.” Rico joked and Rivala giggled.
“Sure thing, I’ll take care of you after this meeting finishes.” Willow assured her ancient creation.
“Weren’t we wrapping up?” Hydrax asked, having been quiet most of the meeting since he didn’t have any input against what was brought up or anything else to add. Things have been smooth, very smooth, since his children finally brought their skilled, estranged family home.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Vienne agreed and everyone stood up to go about their days.
Another wonderful day in the life of the rulers of Devorak. Visilia sighed, glad for this upturn.
Perhaps things will finally change for the better for more than a few decades.
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Ch.1
Ch.1
Klaxons roared, the world shook or at least that was my whole world right now. I was thankful that I didn’t need to breathe, because the atmosphere leak was reducing the breathable air to nothing. The sirens were getting duller with every second. That didn’t matter, the attack aimed for my fleeing friends did.
I spun around, the system of my craft responded by lurching into action. I watched as doom came upon me. So this is where it ends, with me taking the parting shot for my friends. With a sneer, I closed my eyes to wait as symbols flashed on the screens, probably pointless alerts…
Where’s the fire and brimstone? I ain’t going to heaven or wherever, so is this Limbo? The Void? It feels like when I go drifting in vacuum for a moment of peace. No, wait, I feel the mattress. Wait, what? I opened my eyes and wondered why death looked like the ceiling of my room. No, wait. What? Why do I feel like I’m looking at my room, but not my room?
I feel like my ceiling, made of some alloy I’ve never bothered to learn much about, was an absolute enigma right now. On one hand, I think it’s just fine. On the other, I’m honestly freaking out about it not being made of white painted sheetrock of all things. Gosh, why would I think an antiquated building material would fit in a spaceship?
Why am I suddenly feeling a mix of terror, awe and confusion about being on a spaceship? Wait, who am I?
I rubbed my face and sat up, to look around my filthy quarters and I scrunched my nose at all of the empty beer bottles. Disgusting! I’m an alcoholic? No, that can’t be, I hate beer! I only drink high-proof liquor and only at best one serving in a day. Then why do I remember being a boozehound too and enjoying the bitter fizziness?
“I’m too damn sober for this...no, wait, ugh!” I growled, surprising myself with how deep and shockingly feral-sounding my voice was. Then I realized my right arm was robotic and yelped in a canine-like way at it. “My arm! It’s...okay? I didn’t have it-.” Then I noticed my left arm was some smooth silver texture. I touched my fingers together to feel a familiar squish, but then my fingers melded like silly putty!
What is going on?! What happened to me?!
I bolted to my feet-paws, then realized one of them was also robotic! I panted as I fought against hyperventilating, only to realize I didn’t feel my diaphragm moving! I can’t breathe! I don’t breathe! I stumbled over the empty booze bottles and looked into a room to find it was a bathroom. I turned on the light switch and saw something both familiar and alien.
A silver anthropomorphic male wolf was looking back at me, save for the lack of fur. I have a similar look of fur, but it’s all one solid liquid metallic silver mass. Other than that, I have a robotic right eye, right ear, right arm starting at the shoulder, along with a quick check under my heart-print boxers to see a robotic right leg starting at the thigh.
This was completely wrong yet familiar, a mind-boggling conflict. I’ve been this way my whole life. Well, not the borg bits of course, but anyway on the other hand I was human when I went to bed and had all of my bits intact! Why and how do I have two different memories?!
“Okay lad, settle your nerves. Retrace. Moments ago, you were about to die. Moments ago, you went to sleep in bed. Obviously, there is something screwy going on here.” I said to myself, my Jamaican-Irish accent made my monochrome left eye and tricloptic yellow robotic right eye narrow into my gaze. Obviously, one is more true than the other, but the fact that I’m not dead-.
“Hey, John, I got my famous omelets! Get them while they're hot! It's the last of our fresh food before we’re stuck eating rations until the next port!” A deep middle-aged man’s voice called over the intercom and I perked at the voice of my friend/the stranger; Jet!
Wait! “The last ones?! Shit! If I don’t get out there, Ed’s gonna steal them all!” I hurried back out to John’s/my room and grabbed some pants, hurriedly sliding my slime leg-I’m a slime-wolf?! No! Panic later, delicious omelets now! I pulled my goo leg out of the moisture-proof pants and put my robot leg through first, then slurped my slime leg down the other one.
I then chose to forgo a shirt to run out into the halls and navigated through the familiar/alien ship towards the mess hall. I dodged a yapping little terror of a normal corgi that surged out of a room and I followed after him, knowing Ed, his chosen person, was sure to be right behind me ready to steal the tasty eggs!
“Breakfast~!” Ed cheered from behind me and I sprinted past Ein to the mess, where I reached the table first and began digging into the omelet at my place at the table. “Hey Jet, are these using any of those funny mushrooms?”
“Naw, you know we swore off of those after the incident.” Jet replied and I looked up from my absolutely divine meal to see the face of my black labrador Diamond Dog best friend, Jet Black, approaching the table with more omelets. He and I are both cyborgs. However, I got mine from a serious injury, Jet got augmented because he was once a military black-ops agent for ISSP.
“Aw, but it was so good~.” Ed whined. The ginger-crested Asari runt was an absolute terror of a biotic and engineer. She was only in her twenties, which by Asari standards were practically infants. Thus why she looks and acts like a pre-teen girl. She joined the crew because she’s got nowhere to go and everyone on this ship has a bleeding heart. Myself included.
“Nope. Never again.” Came the deep drone of Spike Spiegel, the Bebop’s ace. The black and brown Dragon strolled into the mess hall with Faye Valentine, the soft pink-feathered busty Hippogriff femme fatale close behind him. Spike always wore a casual suit despite it being a bit highbrow for our line of work, while Faye dressed...well, like a spaceport floozie.
“I hope we’ll be able to pay off our debts soon.” Faye groused before she got a plate. The pink-feathered hipgrif patted Ed’s head to keep her from lunging for her chosen omelet.
“More like your debt.” Spike commented when he started eating by leaning back in the chair and setting his boots on the table.
“Jet! The painting blinked!” Ed shouted while pointing at the old painting that Jet had bought during his whole ‘tribal remedies’ phase when he had his midlife crisis.
“Sure it did, dear. After all, the Chaos Trinity work in weird and mind-boggling ways.” Jet indulgently answered as I rolled my eyes, but then I focused on the painting. Wait. The icons that flashed on the visuals of my craft before I woke up in bed instead of dead. What if-ow! “Hey, you okay, John?” Jet put a hand on my organic goo shoulder as I clutched my head.
Suddenly, trying to remember anything before I woke up today hurt. I mean, I remember last night just fine. I got drunk, as usual. The why of it didn’t matter, it was just routine by that point. I also had just finished playing video games and went to bed since I had work in the morning. Whatever happened to me or rather, to the me that has always existed here, it’s...something…
“Maybe you should go without your borg bits, Silvy. I’ll tinker with them to make sure they’re not giving you nasty feedback.” Ed gently offered and I nodded before willing my slime to let go of my cybernetics, including the eye and ear, leaving me half a man sitting in a chair with a half-finished omelet on my plate. Oddly, that was very relieving.
Suddenly, a depressing trip down memory lane assaulted me. An explosion had robbed me of most of the right side of my body’s mass and forced me to get cyborg parts if I didn’t want to be reduced to a midget. My slime genes are not complete enough to just restore myself from absorbing biomass. Not without ridiculously expensive gene therapy that only a Gov or Corp goon had access to.
“Eat, you should keep your strength up.” Spike insisted and I nodded as Ed took my artificial limbs and sensory organs. I used my remaining hand to keep eating my omelet with the fork. Heh, the me that was human and the me that was, well, me, just shared a kick at the fact that despite how advanced things are, we’re still eating food with forks.
“Sorry for being the infirmed old man again.” I apologized. I felt so conflicted. The me that was human was barely past 25 years, but the me that’s sitting here is centuries old. At least my slime genetics retained their agelessness, so age alone can’t kill me. But Life tends towards Death.
“Hey, if anybody has the right to say that, it’s me, not you mister ageless wolf goo.” Jet snorted and slapped my back, helping me smile as I ate his incredible food. Shame this was the last of it until we reached port and got paid. Wait a second, what were we transporting again?
“Hey, uh, I forgot. What are we doing right now? I woke up completely clueless of last night and I might’ve lost more than a day.” I admitted and Jet shook his head with a sad expression. I know dog, I know. I’m only hurting myself, even if alcohol can’t harm me physically.
“It’s some box of iced meat.” Faye boredly replied and I gasped as a spike of pain struck my mind along with the image of a unicorn I didn’t know.
“It’s pretty bad today. Let’s get you back to bed, John.” Spike got up and I nodded tiredly as I let him shoulder half of my weight on my right side and I let him help me back to my room. “Just relax you old salty dog. It’s not like we need you combat ready for a standard smuggling job.”
“Careful Spike. Murphy is a cruel bastard.” I warned him as I lowered to my bed and sighed before flicking my wrist to summon my Omni-Tool. I can think more later. I’d rather catch up a bit on my reading. At least that was something both of me had in common.
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Wow. Either my tastes suck or the tastes of people in this universe sucks. I mean, sure, I enjoy rampant shameless fetishy smut as much as the next pervert, but the fact it seems that entire genres of this universe’s fiction is based in lewd seems really disturbing. That said, I’ve had time to adjust and accept: I am two people fused into one. The stark contrast between societies really helped hammer it home along with the drastically different lifestyles and personal morals.
John, no, wait, we’re both named John so that’s difficult. Or rather, I’m named John. Ugh! Whatever happened, I think John Silver did die. Whatever mystical bullshit happened, I’ve had my mind and soul shoved into John’s body in the past. I think what I remember seeing flashes of are memories of a future that might never happen now. Hopefully. Possibly.
At least, my convoluted conspiracy-theory forming story-writing brain came up with this theory and I think it holds weight. After all, how else can I explain to myself that I’m no longer human and have slipped into the skin...slime, of someone disturbingly similar to me in personality. Well, besides Silver being hundreds of years older than me and being a drunken depressed letch.
I also don’t think I’ll have the stomach to just...do the things Silver has done in the past that he regretted so much. The memories of pillaging, plundering and all sorts of downright rotten things disgusted me! How is it that I’m so similar to this monster of a person that I was reality’s choice to stick in his place? Then again, Silver deeply regretted everything he’d done. I remember everything he did up to the point I woke up with bitter clarity…alcohol sounds nice right now.
Anyway, besides the blackout drunk periods of his long life, which were depressingly large chunks of memory missing. I also had time to think about why this shipment job made my figurative hair stand on end. I’ve gotta check the package.
I sat up and looked at my stump right thigh and sighed as I willed my body to shift. Unable to gain biomass to restore lost mass aside, I’m still slime. I shrunk down until I was maybe four feet tall instead of six feet and dug in my dresser for my ‘dwarf’ clothes. Once in my shorts and vest, I left my room and went down to the cargo bay.
On the way, I checked on Swordfish II and Red Tail, the Bebop’s only Mobile Suits. The Swordfish II was Spike’s customized Taurus (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/1/17/OZ-12SMS_Taurus.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120704155424) painted red instead of the traditional black. The Red Tail was a custom Zaku II (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/3/3e/LastSun0096_p01_ZakuII_EmikoCustom.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180415095043) painted gray since it was a decommissioned unit Faye got at a rigged auction, but that’s another story. It was nothing special compared to the Swordfish II since it was the go-to military mech in space for most Govs, but Faye was no slouch operator either.
As for Jet, he had his Hammer Head, a utility ship he took as part of his retirement package from the ISSP along with spending his severance money on the Bebop. Then there was my shuttle, the Morph. She’s a crystal-shelled slime ship, though she’s braindead, which was why she was on auction. She could still fly and fight, but her rudimentary argent reactor was unable to generate more argent than what she used.
I’m the Bebop’s mechanic or at least I was before Edward joined up after her father vanished. It’s still my job to make sure our equipment is running though. It was a skill I developed after years of having to make-do with sub-par gear as a pirate. As such, nobody would wonder why I was going this way, nobody would consider that I was about to endanger our payday.
The delivery was an inconspicuous vacuum-sealed shipping container with strict instructions not to open it on threat of death. Typical conditions when working with a Gov or Corp. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for them; I know how to slip into one of these without detection. Perks of having a background in piracy. Not worth the crushing guilt and regret, but I’m not John Silver…well, I am now, ugh! Existential crisis later, moral crisis now.
I stripped naked and looked for the vacuum port. Once I found it, I poured my slime into it and seeped through the seal into the vacuumed interior. This is the easy part since the negative pressure will help pull my body inside, the hard part will be getting out, but that’s later. The only reason this works is because slime is bullshit, science and magic have declared it so.
Inside, I didn’t find frozen meat on pallets. No, it was a cryopod, plated in golden brassy alloy, engraved with birds and trees. It was hooked up to an argent generator and everything about it screamed Relic tech. Those fuckers! This isn’t some mostly illegal poached meat smuggling operation we’d assumed it to be, they’re having us traffic somebody, but who?
I went to the front and wiped my body-heat warm slime over the frosty exterior of the pod’s duraglass to reveal a pink unicorn mare with hyper-busty fertile proportions that the majority of women possessed before the gods left us 1000 or so years ago. Holy shit. She’s-. Flashes, pain both physical and emotional, a name. I wiped down the rim of the duraglass and found the name plaque at the bottom of the front.
Luster Dawn: Protege of Twilight Sparkle.
I really fucking wish I could’ve brought my arm, ear or eye in here to jack into the data port under the plaque which would have more info, but fuck it. I’ve gotta get out of this container and tell the others. Faye won’t stand for this, being a cryo-resuscitation survivor herself. I can at least count on her to help me out here, the others will too out of moral conflict with the job.
“Fuck us, this is going to put us at odds with the Govs and Corps.” I groaned silently to myself, since, y’know, vacuum. I slithered to the port and began forcing my way out of it to discover Jet standing right outside, waiting. The old war dog knows me too well.
“So, are you done risking our necks?” Jet asked me and I leered up at him.
“Jet. This has a cryopod with someone on ice in it.” I bluntly informed him and rather than be surprised, the black diamond dog ran a hand down his face and sighed in resignation.
“I knew it. My guy at the last port hinted that this job was a setup. We were desperate, John. It was either this or end up signing a damn contract to work as a fishing trawler on Na-Na XVII.” Jet growled defeatedly, because we knew damn well that a ‘contract’ was another word for ‘slavery’. We’d at best have been ‘indentured servants’ working off a substantial treadmill loan that would never legally get paid off if we took that.
“Well, we’re not going through with this job, right? I used to be a pirate, I know how we can-.” I was interrupted by Jet kneeling down and putting his hands on my shoulders. Curse my dwarfism! If I didn’t lose half my limbs! Grr~!
“What’s up?!” Ed asked from a vent when she crawled out of it. Now, I know she’s not a slime like her mindfuck asari psionics are trying to fool me into believing, but seeing the red-crested blue slime-dog worm from the vent was just uncanny. “I’ve got your limbs, eye, ear and Captain Flint!” Ed cheerfully declared as she tugged the collar of her bodysuit forward and pulled my borg bits from her magic Inventory, then retrieved Flint!
“Ah, Flint! There ya are! Where ya been you little blob of mischief?!” I happily demanded from my pet, Flint. She was a mutant little pink slime creature that passively used telekinesis to fly around. She flew up to me and nuzzled my cheek before turning into a buxom figure to smooch my cheek properly. “Ah, lass, I luv ya dearly~.” I grabbed her in a hand and nuzzled her happily.
“*Ahem.*” Jet’s deep voice-clear pulled me from my pet-induced joy and I looked at his apologetic expression. “John. I’m not a pirate. I don’t know the motions to avoid the Govs and Corps. I need my First-Mate to step up as temporary Captain right now.”
“Um...are we in danger?” Ed asked with a bit of the maturity this cruel universe forced on the child leaking through. Before I responded, I morphed back to my true shape and reattached my borg bits before retrieving a utility jumpsuit from between my thighs. This whole magic Inventory accessed in the cleavage or groin region for women and men respectively or herms for both was a novel thing to me, yet incredibly awesome at the same time. Damn divergence.
“I’m afraid so, lass. Go hurry on to the crew quarters and get the others. Jet and I are gonna crack open this box.” I told the young asari and the girl sprinted away with all the energy youth gave her. “Flint: prybar.” My beloved little lady saluted adorably and then turned into a perfect mimicry of the age-old box-breaking tool.
“Uh, John, we can just-.” I interrupted Jet by jamming Flint into the emergency release on the side of the container and popped it open with a harsh jerk. This caused the atmosphere of the cargo hold to suddenly get a lot lighter from the violent suction of the pocket of vacuum sucking away the pressure for a brief moment. “Damn it, John! The life-support is gonna have to chug for hours to get this evened out!”
“A bit of light air won’t kill anybody on this ship, don’t be bellyaching.” I chuffed before taking Flint to the lock and popping it with a few jimmies of her wedge. A cold fog dumped out of the container when I flung open the doors and entered it.
“Whoa, this is...this is a lot older than the one Faye was in.” Jet observed with concern as I knelt at the front of the cryopod and held up my robotic right hand to jack into the port since these things were made to be resistant or incompatible with Omni-tools for security purposes.
[Unauthorized Entry. Access-*******-Granted.] Huh...I wasn’t really expecting the first scramble to work. [Subject: Luster Dawn. Condition: Stable. Treatment: Success. Release Date: ERROR] Well fuck, she’s obviously overdue to be out. Let’s get her free. [Beginning Thaw]
“Hey, John, do you normally use a scrambler called Mai-Go?” Jet asked as he looked at the control panel. Mai-Go? I use...well, that’s new. It must be something to do with my dual personalities and that vision of the future.
My musing on the matter ended when the lid hissed and swung open, dumping fog everywhere. Shortly after, the pink bodacious basketball-breasted bootyful beauty sat up with a blink of her big bright orange eyes. “Um...you two...don’t look like doctors.” I held up the largest shirt I own that I had promptly taken from my Inventory. “Thank you...I don’t think it’s big enough though…”
“I’m afraid that’s the best we’ve got, my dear. People of your beauty are a rarity in this day and age.” Jet said apologetically and the mare blinked before looking between us.
“I think I may have been asleep longer than planned…” At least Luster has a big brain to go with her incredibly big boobs. I wonder when-. “Ah~! My mane! It’s gone!” There’s the drama.

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Ch.17
Ch.17
Wow...so Willow, a no-nothing know-nothing vixen Displaced who was absolutely and utterly useless, stumbled into greatness and rolled with it for millennia until it all came crumbling down and she took her loved ones to safety. That’s fucking inspiring. Also, the Argentines were always prideful loners who distrusted everyone on principle, so they were almost non-entities by the time the Fall happened, having already taken their people away from the Empire for safety.
By the logic of humble beginnings, Willow was as humble as they came. She had nothing. She appeared in a ruin, stumbled into a savior and just snowballed to success. Or is that succ sex? Heh, bad pun is bad, anyway. By that logic, I have way more to work with from the start than Willow, known more by Wiatr since she is only part of the whole.
“Thanks for telling me this, Luster, even if ya could only give the abridged version.” I kissed my mate on the cheek and did the same for Rivala on my other side since we were now sitting on the bed. “If little fair Willow can become the catalyst to save a world and start a galactic empire, why can’t I be the catalyst to save the Three Galaxies and restore the empire?”
“Yay~! More saving people stuff!” Rivala cheered like the goof she is and Luster smiled.
“I’d appreciate that, since it seems some deity somewhere has decided you’re the one to do it. Even if you didn’t and you wanted to run away and hide from the universe, maybe even seek Paradise, I’d have supported it.” Luster’s words filled me with profound relief and-wait.
“Wait, Paradise is a place? It is a location that can be found?” I demanded urgently and Luster blinked rapidly at my serious question.
“Um...yes? This may weird you out, but it was made inside of a magic cum tank. It’s a pocket dimension that has its physical matter all originally being miscellaneous cum before Dongoruas, Eris and Hermais; the Chaos Trinity of Space, Time and Knowledge, turned it into a permanent place.” I gawked and Luster giggled. “I know, it sounds ridiculous in hindsight, but back then, even all the way to Willow’s beginning, that was normal to Equusian society.”
“Yeah! It used to just be a vacation getaway for them and their family or friends, but then they began improving it and it became an infinite universe in its own right. All hidden in the tank that first started Willow’s breeding program on Equus.” Rivala’s words gave me hope, only for Luster to point at Rivala.
“It originated from there, but it was moved to the Harmony Ark. The Harmony Ark was a long-lost ancient megastructure large enough for several worlds worth of people to live. It was a structure built around Harmonia, the Goddess of Harmony. Her body was endlessly growing, a literal planet of crystalline fibers that resonated with the Harmony of the universe. I can only assume that without Harmony in this universe, she’s either d-died or gone to Paradise too.”
“Well, then where is that? The Harmony Gates that connect the Three Galaxies still work, so clearly it’s still around.” I pointed out and Luster blinked.
“Wait...that makes no sense. Maybe she still has power because Paradise is a pocket dimension within this universe! That means even with this disgusting situation, Paradise’s existence allows Harmony to power the gates! They should link to the Harmony Ark then.” I scratched my head and felt even more confused.
“No, no they don’t. They go straight to and from the Milky Way, Andromeda and Triangulum galaxies. There is no ‘Ark’ on the way.” I informed her and now my mates looked even more confused than I felt. “We can figure that out later then, I guess. I just wanted to beg the gods to come back and help us, y’know?”
“I think aside from the Argentines, we’re on our own. Unless they give the gods a call.” They can just do that? Can they just do that?
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“What do you mean you can’t?” Runner huffed into her call to her wife as she paced on top of the Nova, where nobody bothered to go because there was nothing up there and no easy way to get to it. The city-sized colony ship had a lot of places for some privacy.
“I mean we can’t. We’re being blocked from leaving Paradise for the outside universe.” The husky voice of Urta grumbled on the line. “Trust me, I’ve been wanting to get back out there, stretch my legs and kick some ass for the past several centuries, but we can’t leave…”
“Fuck me, why must Bryan guess this shit right?!” Runner whimpered in despair at her battle brother’s uncanny ability to guess things.
“The only one able to do anything, well only two, are Eris and Death. Eris snuck out at a time before Paradise was sealed and now she’s all alone out there, while Death is Death.” Urta growled impotently and Runner wished they’d just talked to their wives more, not just drop in, have hot super-sex and then go back to work.
“Wait, Eris is-! So that’s how Silver saved Luster, because of Eris! Fuck!” Runner shouted in frustration since she knew what the UnSC was up to now in regards to the young Zerg. “Thanks for the heads-up Urta, but I’m afraid the enemy likely has Eris in their possession and are hunting down Luster! If they get her, not even Paradise will protect you!”
“I have no idea how that can be, but I’ll trust that Eris knows more than we do. Dongo says we can leave for other universes, but we can’t return to anywhere besides here because of the seal, so even if you were willing to evacuate us...we wouldn’t be able to come back to this universe.” Urta informed her and Runner bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Yeah...our people are still distrustful towards you guys. Look, the point is, Eris knows how to get into Paradise because she’s one of the Keys to it. If she cracks, they’ll storm you. As to why they want Luster…” Runner shuddered at the thought of how they would use that poor girl.
“Just...Vinnie, please. Promise me. I know you won’t let us back in Devorak, but if it’s that or our deaths...at least get Wiatr out.” Urta pleaded with a wet rasp before she cleared her throat. “Sorry. Sorry. I...I’m scared, Vinnie. I’ve never been so Powerless…”
“Yeah, well, now you know how we felt rather than just having to hear it. Living under your shadow of destructive Power.” She loved Urta, she did, but sometimes, Urta’s ability to casually annihilate anything the moment she was piqued made her want to run and hide.
“You know I have to destroy things as collateral damage because there is no god of Destruction. If there was, it’d be so much easier for me to hold back. Then again, whoever had that cursed title would have it even worse than me or be like that ‘Beerus’ guy Wiatr mentioned.” Urta mewled depressedly and Vinnie growled.
“No, I’m talking about how you murdered our warriors along with half of a planet. Remember how that turned out?” Vinnie snarled in anger. Even when Urta was severely punished for her action, it left a deep scar of resentment for the Argentines. They’d never forgiven her for that.
“Oh, that. That was...how long ago was that now? It’s been so long, Vinnie. I can hardly remember when it was, just that it happened and I still regret it. No, don’t tell me, I’ll have Cocoa remind me.” Urta’s confusion hurt and softened the rage a bit. It was easy to forget that Paradise existed on a massively different timescale. To Urta, that was an eon ago, not just a few thousand years.
No wonder Bryan refused to stay there for long, even if he could return at any time and be back to when he left while having an untold amount of time in Paradise, the place sucked away the meaning of Time from you. That’s what happened when you were in a place where time was ultimately inconsequential and the worlds at hand were all perfect in their own ways with happy people everywhere without any conflict aside from friendly war games.
He once described it as: The Ultimate Retirement Home only it was so good that it was nearly evil. “I really hate it when you prove his point, you know that?” Vinnie retorted in annoyance.
“W-what do you mean, Vinnie? I’ve been through grief, I’ve gone through therapy, what more do you want from me? You won’t let me make amends, how can I try to fix something if I’m not allowed to-forget it. This is a dead end, as usual. I love you, be careful.” Urta sighed sadly.
“I know we don’t, but it just isn’t your guy's time. Wait for us to lay the foundations once more and give you the responsibility of rebuilding. This time, don’t rush it. That’s what happened last time, because you let people walk all over you. More or less. Love you too.” Vinnie said before hanging up and letting out a sigh.
Turning around, she discovered a note on a crate that was not there before. Vinnie approached it to read, “Exogol, Andromeda, Eris.” Oh fuck, no! The UnSC doesn’t have her, but this is bad!
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“You girls are surprisingly gentle when doing an invasive examination.” Berserker commented as the two bodacious bunny-bold babes finished up their literally hands-on examination that was essentially massaging his whole body all over his blood-red fur and scales with advanced sensor gloves enhancing what the other scanners could get. They did give him a handjob and blowjob, but that was both for fun and ‘SCIENCE!’ as they put it. Also they wanted a sample.
“You’re a living entity, not just some soulless droid. I’ve literally fucked someone to death once and I still regret that. I’m not about to risk hurting you.” Hildra said and Shekka nodded.
“Yeah. Just this data is enough to help me really improve my droids into neat works of art. Now, unless you’re going to put on a condom and pound our pussies, we’re done, stud.” Shekka patted his firm 16-inch half-hard hybrid dragon/wolf dick and rubbed his churning basketball-sized balls. “You filled a barrel with your cum and you clearly have more.”
“I can’t tell if you’re trying to tempt me or testing whether I can resist.” Berserker grunted as Shekka continued to tease his growing erection while Hildra held a condom in her hand.
“Can you~?” They teased with saucy grins on their faces.
“This is starting to turn into another endurance test, isn’t it?” Berserker huffed indignantly as they giggled at his squirming under their ministrations.
“Only if you want it to.” They purred impishly as they slid the condom on his now 2-foot throbbing 2-liter bottle thick dick.
“Okay, let’s do it.” There was no turning back now, he knew that much. With those almost maniacal grins these sexy rasks were giving him, Berserker will have to work real hard to keep up with their insatiable sexual appetite. This was going to be a very long endurance test.
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Feeling heartened, I decided to go and re-meet the Argentines, but from the sounds coming from Anno/Shekka/Hildra’s room, the rasks have Berserker by the balls in the best way, so I’m not interrupting. However, I couldn’t find any of them. Asking around resulted in finding out that Berserker had stayed behind while the others had left the base to get familiar with the surroundings and dig up other information so they wouldn't have to rely on us for it.
I guess I’ll just have to wait until later, that’ll give me more time to absorb all of the information Luster and Rivala gave me, anyway.
I decided to get back to tossing scrap to the picker droids for them to sort, only to discover Anno had gotten them doing more complex tasks. “Hey babe! Shekka might get annoyed, but I’ve improved their programming a bit. I could use your help with running some cables, though.” The busty bubbly jackal slime said as she held up a preposterously huge rubber-coated cable.
“Isn’t that the kind of cable used for energy transfer from a power plant?” I asked uneasily and she nodded perkily.
“Yeah, we need a cable this thick in case we really do start a rebel fleet.” Anno’s casual acceptance of being involved in a rebel organization unsettled me considering her formerly good standing with one of the megacorps. There’s a story behind that.
“I didn’t know we had a reactor that hefty.” I commented as I grabbed the thing. It’s as thick as my damn waist! I mean, my waist is slimmer now than when I was a man at base, but still!
“Daw says they’ve got a Relic Solar Reactor. They didn’t hook up the cables yet, but they’ve got the routes through the scrap ready for it. Since we’re both slimes, we’ll have an infinitely easier time than any droid or solid person getting it through the holes.” Anno dropped the end of the cable at a hole in the wall and started stripping out of her bodysuit. Uh…
“Um, so we need to get naked and slither this thing through?” I asked her awkwardly.
“Well, actually, it’d be better if one of us stayed out here to feed the cable in while the other went in with it. I’m still new to being slime, so maybe I should be the one staying out here?” Anno asked me and I shrugged. It wasn’t hard to control my slime after I had the ability to gain mass back and started pooling my slime in tubs and whatnot. “Alright, I get to try something new.”
“It isn’t difficult, it’s all instinct, just don’t think too hard about it.” I advised and watched the sexy slime doggo grab the end of the cable and then she poured through the hole, pulling the cable with her as I fed it in, having to bend over since it was low on the wall. I was so focused that I didn’t notice someone had approached until they clapped my ass! “Eep!” I looked back and blinked at the yellow armored Argentine. “H-hey. Where have ya been, lass?”
“Sorry, I was having a private chat with one of our wives in Paradise. She...gave me some information in regards to how you saved Luster.” Runner told me while fidgeting around nervously. “Listen, this is very important; you need to stay with Luster as much as possible. The UnSC wants to use her for something terrible.”
“Well, that’s a given. She’s the last Zerg, the only remaining specimen of a sapient native to this galaxy. Whatever it is, they’ve got their eyes on something only they want and not what we want. Now, are ya gonna just stand there or was there a point to clapping me arse?” I asked as I went back to feeding the cable in since it got tense and Anno was likely in need.
“Tell me, how much do you guys know about the Trinity of Chaos?” The yellow woman asked as she moved to stand next to me and helped feed the cable into the wall.
“Aside from how they’re responsible for the upkeep and management of the same three things that the Golden Goddesses of Zelda are, not much. Well, besides the fertility bit, that’s their mum.” I replied while mildly annoyed and disappointed that the armored woman wasn’t touching me more. I felt bemused about that. I didn’t used to be this eager for physical contact.
“As soon as Hunter is done with planting the micro and visual sensors for you guys, along with Berserker finishing up his tryst with the sexy shortstacks, we’ll call for a meeting. Also yes, there was a point to me clapping that damn sexy ass of yours. You’re basically becoming something akin to Wiatr and Urta.” Runner answered with a snort of amusement.
“Uh, I take more strongly after Cocoa, actually. Although, considering she was married to both of them, I bet I’ve got plenty of them in me too considering Luster told me how inconsequential inbreeding was back then in terms of genetic stability.” I felt a bit flustered being compared to her wives, the old gods. I mean, I’m not that pretty...wow I’m a gal now. Goodbye guy-card.
“Hm, you might be descended from Newtrus, Cocoa’s daughter with Wiatr that survived the ages. She bred with members of Penny’s crew, so it’s entirely possible that Penny, Urta’s twin sister and co-goddess, bred with one of those offspring at some point down the line. It would explain the potency of your divinity.” Runner suggested and I shrugged.
“Okay? Look, I don’t need the family tree. All I know is that Luster awakened the potency of my genes and that Cocoa’s were the most prominent.” I huffed at trying to wrap my head around that. It’s like the Greek pantheon all over again, only without jealous jilted lovers tormenting the poor mortals that Zeus kept knocking up with his bastards.
“Sprout more heads.” Runner playfully ordered me and I stopped feeding the cable.
“W-what? Why?” I demanded as I wondered how that was possible.
“Cocoa was the blowjob queen of our wives. She took to having three heads at all times so she could split her attention three ways. If you took after her, that’d be easy for you.” Runner reasoned and I scratched my head before wondering how I could possibly do that. Maybe it was like forming my head as normal, but not just between my shoulders? “There you go!”
I blinked in triplicate at her and then looked to either side at the pretty silver wolfess sharing headspace with two more on the collarbones. “Whoa. How am I not getting dizzy?” I asked myself in triplicate. “Can I-Could I-Did I-?” I clamped two of my mouths with my hands as I befuddled myself. I had three slightly different thoughts and words simultaneously! I’m not thinking three times faster, I’m processing three times more! “Trippy.” Echoed my Trio.
“Done!” Came the echoing voice of Anno from the wire shaft. We waited until she slithered out of the wall and blinked at us. “Whoa, babe, I like the cerberus look.” The naked white slime pulled her black bodysuit on like she did before she became a slime before she realized it and then just sloshed her body into it to fill it out with her preferred shape. “That is so convenient.”
“Preaching to the choir.” I echoed and then I looked at myself in annoyance. “Okay, that’s getting annoying, lasses, only one of me speaks at a time please?” My center head said and my other two heads nodded. I’m talking to myself now, gosh my life is crazy.
“You can triple-talk later, we have a few more wires to feed.” Anno said with a giggle and I triple-sighed while Runner snickered at my expense.
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Duo grunted when Deathscythe landed in the old temple ground on planet Bal. This world was strange since it was full of life, but was orbiting a black hole. Duo took a guess this was death’s doing since a piece of Relic tech activated when he entered the system, allowing him to not be sucked into the event horizon of that dead star.
“Why does the Lady have a planet full of life here of all places? How is there life here?” Duo asked himself as he got out of his Gundam and entered the temple.
“Oh, I have a visitor. Did Death send you?” A beautiful Skaven asked in shock when she rose from her vibrant overgrown chair of plush plants. The green-furred woman was also nude.
“Wait, you're a Skaven, but how?” The human man looked over her impossibly gorgeous form that the Three Galaxies had almost entirely lost when the gods fled to Paradise. The impossibility was doubled by the fact that all of the Skaven joined them, yet here she stood.
“I am actually a recent inheritor of the Aspect of Life. My sister, Death, required that I be here, so I am.” She answered as if that was all the reason there needed to be. “As for how I came to be in this realm, not all Skaven left for Paradise, just most. Those that did not trust the gods stayed with the other nonbelievers, but hid on a planet full of radiation.”
“So you lived on a planet of Death and became Life?” Duo asked in confusion while the gorgeous green woman smiled beautifully, making her pearly teeth shine.
“Life finds a way, even in the most inhospitable of environments. Now, come, sit. If you were sent here, then you have purpose, but that need not take place of pleasantries. Tell me of yourself. Oh, right, I’m the host. I’ll start then. I am Zelma.”

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Ch.40
“So, this is your space?” The orange body-suited goo-gab asked Lucatiel as she adjusted the harness system’s calibrations. Said safety system was added after Faye nearly had a fatal fall. Thank gosh that Pillar of the DOOM Marines was there to catch her.
“Considering how most of the work happens on the floor of Bay 1, yeah, the hangar’s kinda become my space. I maintain the mobile suits and smaller craft along with making sure my Worker Rodi has the necessary kit for assisting in large-scale work.” Luca didn’t really have much to do. This was the easiest job she’d ever had and was thankful for the accidental abduction. The crew were wonderfully nice and even though she got aroused a lot...yeah.
“Well, we could actually use someone with EVA experience helping us with a mobile suit up at the Infinity. It doesn’t even have Balls for maintenance craft, just ancient small ships with EVA suits and gear.” This perked Luca up. Sure, she enjoyed being lazy, but she was starting to get antsy when she only had like one or two things to help Anno or the others out with a day.
“Sure! I mean, I’ll need a ride up. My Worker Rodi doesn’t have thrusters capable of escape velocity or enough shielding for reentry. When can we go?” Lucatiel’s striped tail wiggled.
“Right now.” The goo-gab used her omni and the hangar of the Bebop’s open ‘deck’ was exposed to the light of Tarkus’s sun. “We’ve got a carrier in Bay 5 acting as our ferry to and from the Infinity, the one in Bay 4 is being refitted with weapons and an updated FTL system for some operation your crew has in mind for later. Head on over and we’ll brief you on the job.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Luca cheered and ran over to her Worker Rodi. Paid or not, damn was it time to get her mobile suit’s hands greasy before she ended up getting laid out of boredom.
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“Hunter, status?” Collateral asked over comms as Hunter stalked his prey throughout Novahome, unseen, unheard. Argentine stealth tech was always advancing.
“Target in sight, heading down a hall towards the residential block of Deck 17.” He replied as the asari in question made her way through the mostly empty halls. It was late morning, most people were either out running errands or working.
“Keep following her. We need to know where she got that book Faye gave us this morning.” His brother ordered. Faye finding a Je’daii artifact this far from Andromeda had raised their suspicions. They have informed Atano and Ani about this find, having them work alongside Pillar to research the ancient tome that Ani could translate from past experience.
“That’s not a prob-she’s gone.” Hunter froze in place and then sprinted around the corner to find no trace of the asari’s existence. “She was here one moment, then gone. I can’t sense her anywhere.” Hunter promptly began scanning everything in the area, looking for evidence of temporal, spatial or any form of known transport. Nothing. “Okay, this got extra spooky.”
“Dammit! Okay, time you made yourself disappear. We don’t want to lose you.” Collateral told him, but Hunter had a feeling that things were going to become interesting, to say the least.
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Quedia grunted when her ancient body creaked and groaned, her joints popping as her slumber was disturbed by the earth moving above her. The ancient Witch growled in anger as flames surrounded her black furred body and she stood. The lioness looked towards the blocked stone entrance to her home and it cracked, worn from scorching flames. Her black fur accented by her piercing red eyes catching alight with fire before she blasted the earth away with a tail flick.
“Who dares disturb my meditation?!” Quedia roared in anger when she stormed outside and found charred corpses scattered around her humble stone hut along with strange metal carriages and odd symbols that must be some form of written language. Her hut was on the back end of one of these carriages. These fools stole her whole home?! With her in it?!
Were they not all burned to char already, they would be screaming in agony for this audacity! However, beyond the fact they were carbonized and thus have been dead long before she awoke, she had to ponder her surroundings further. The land was molten, the air hot enough to cook most living things, but she was a Daughter of Izalith! This heat was wonderful.
She looked back at her home and saw symbols carved into it that had to be from many civilizations. None she could read, but much of it was as if they worshiped her. However this came to pass, this pleased the daughter of the Goddess of Life. “Where is mother anyways? Where am I for that matter? Where has my meditation taken me?”
She could sense none of her kin here, but she could sense mother...in the sky? Among the stars? What? The sky was tinged mostly red by the endlessly flowing lava flows of this wonderful land, but she could still see the stars and none of them were where they belonged. Quedia felt small, suddenly, realizing she was impossibly far from home and her kin nowhere to be found. How was she here? Where was this? When was this?
“Hey! You!” She turned at the frantic voice and watched a handsome black-scaled dragon, but not a mortal enemy by the fact he wasn’t made of stone, approaching her in a hurry and holding up some form of blanket. His uniform was odd. “You’re lucky to be alive! Here!” He quickly wrapped her nakedness in the incredibly soft blanket before putting some form of helmet on her head that was pleasantly cold in contrast. She may love the heat, but the cold was refreshing.
“Thank you for your consideration, but I am immune to intense heat. Tell me, where am I? What has become of Izalith?” She queried as the man pointedly looked away from her bosom when she allowed her large bust to breathe at her cleavage. Chivalrous? Indeed, not one of the Enemy. He was taller than her, had a regal cut to his jaw and sharp orange eyes. Mm~...
“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but let’s get away from here. The Traveler’s Stone is being taken to safety along with most of these ruins before the tectonic lava flows shift and it’s lost forever.” He took her hand and led her away from the stone hut she awoke within.
“The stone will not melt under such heat.” Quedia said as she looked back at her home. Or, rather, her former home. Indeed, perhaps it was time her meditation ended. How long was it for, anyway? She was warned that falling too deeply into meditation would be like Death.
“No, no, we know that. It will just become impossible to retrieve safely without risking damaging it with our equipment. It has languages of ancient civilizations from each of the Three Galaxies and it’s a priceless artifact for archeologists.” He replied as he brought her to a carriage and helped her inside. Gosh, it was crisply cold inside! She felt her nips harden in surprise at the rapid temperature shift. “Whew, always a scorcher on Char.” Her companion said as he joined her in the other seat that had a stick in front of it.
“Is it always this pleasantly intense here?” Quedia asked as she watched the ground fall away. Flight! This metal carriage can fly! Such a wonder!
“Oh yeah. It’s so hot that only dragons, lava slimes and kirins can survive down on the surface without extensive environmental equipment. Well, besides you. I bet Demons could survive down there, but they don’t like working for Govs or Corps.” Her companion replied with too much for her to grasp. There was so much there without context that she was lost.
“Demons? Kirins? Lava slimes? You speak of so many alien things. You too, you’re dragonkin, are you not?” Quedia had heard that some godkin and even her siblings had tasted ‘forbidden fruit’ of mating with captured dragons, but she hadn’t done the same. Was he a result of that?
“Uh...no? That’d be kirins, I’m a dragon. The name’s Bask, what’s your name?” Bask’s bemused reply further confused her, but Quedia realized she was genuinely out of her depth and should promptly attempt to address it.
“I am Quedia, Daughter of Izalith. I am a demigoddess in my mother’s coven of fire witches. I have meditated for what seems to be an impossibly long time. I do not understand the things you speak, I am so confused.” This feeling of being lost and helpless, Quedia did not like it. She needed to rectify this promptly and Bask seemed a good enough fellow.
“Whoa...that’s...okay. Normally it’s our job to turn people like you over to our superiors, but fuck that. I don’t get paid enough for that shit and you’d be tortured, dissected or whatever. You’ll have to tone that down, come up with an alias or something. You seem descended from the demons, so using your normal name should be fine, just leave out the titles.” Bask advised her and she felt relieved she had put her trust in him. He was a good person.
“Very well, I shall omit that information.” Quedia said as she watched the burning landscape pass below. Why, if she was as flighty as some of her sisters, she’d almost say this was romantic. Well, he is handsome~.
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Luster was in her hatchery, panting and moaning as she rubbed her fecund swell, expanded to several feet in a corner with her tentacles spread wide and Zelma gently coaxing her underbelly. “That’s it, my Queen. Relax. Let it come.” The green Zerg/Skaven softly cooed and Luster grunted as her body began pushing out the eggs that had been bouncing around inside of her like she was a washing machine thanks to Rivala and Jane swirling around half the night.
Was it the most pleasurable sensation ever? Yes! Fuck yes! Was it exhausting and almost not worth it? Kinda. Now she had to birth the eggs that she’d stuffed into Jane because her mate had unintentionally dispersed them in the frantic slime sex she’d been having with Rivala. “Oh~!” Luster groaned when they began coming, practically dumping out of her purposefully expanded cooch to be gathered by Zelma and her drones for the final incubation on the creep.
It didn’t help that she felt like there was something or someone out there pinging off of her and gave her a powerful urge to seek it out and hug it. She gasped when she felt her lover’s slime bodies pouring from her cunt too and she whined at the increasing sense of emptiness as they formed outside of her and continued to drain. “Sorry Lusty, you need a break and I wanna hang out outside of you for a bit.” Rivala patted her mate’s underbelly and Luster grunted agreeingly.
“Ya really like the maykr bits, huh?” Jane asked as she ran her hands down one of the trio of tendrils that composed Luster’s left leg from the mid-thigh down. “I do too. It adds to yer ‘alien broodmother’ allure. Anyway, I’ve gotta see how things are going. We’re going to need a ton of money soon to help all these people joining the fleet afford to do things besides live.”
“J-just use flasks to feed the rasks. They won’t mind. In fact, they might even get off on it.” Luster advised her lover as she was leaving and watched her sexy mate pull those black bandeau and spandex booty shorts out to put on once safe from the creep’s clothes-eating aura. Fuck~ was her mate sexy as sin in almost nothing! “Oh~!” Then came the birth-gasms.
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I was walking down the hall after leaving the hatchery, drinking some of Jim’s fruity cum from my flask when I ended up bumping into the fully armored Brennie and fumbled, spraying some of the purple nutritious semen onto my breasts. “Whoa! Sorry. Just enjoying some biomass restoration. I’m considering donating most of my stored mass to feeding the rasks joining up to save on credits.” I was about to drink some more when Brennie took it and took a swig.
“Mm~!” Brennie hummed as she enjoyed the taste before handing my flask back. “It’s certainly delicious. Sorry for bumping into you.” Brennie apologized before she licked her lips clean.
“No, no. I was the one chugging cum and not watching where I was going.” I realized I was still pressing my tits into her armored chest, which was flat. Efficient. I love my breasts, but they can get in the way of things. I think I’ll still go male when piloting sometimes so I don’t limit my arm movements in combat. “So, what are ya up to, beautiful?” I capped the flask and stowed it.
“Taking a break and...those sexy shortstacks want me again.” Brennie answered with a blush as we made our way towards the other end of the cargo hold with me wrapping my arms around her left arm and pressing my breasts into her armored bicep. I don’t know why, it just happened.
“Aw, those two need to give ya a rest from all the scanning. Why don’t ya and I go someplace instead?” I asked with my tail wagging excitedly, accidentally batting her fluffy tail too. I mean, I get the feeling I could do something productive, but I also have the feeling that if I leave everything well enough alone, then it’ll progress naturally without interference. I can donate my slime to a tank for distribution later.
“Hm, yeah. That sounds nice.” Brennie smiled before clicking her fingers, her armor was soon replaced with regular clothes. “Ah, much better~.” I giggled when she wrapped her arm around my waist instead of letting me sandwich it in my cleavage. “So, any ideas on where to go and what to do? I say we at least drop by the two shorties and let them know I’m going on a date.”
“Sure, it’d be rude to leave them waiting.” I let her lead me towards the cargo area where a lot of the droids were being sent for repurposing instead of just piling them up outside. They worked hard to get this place cleaned up, no point in treating it like garbage now. Hm, my new odd senses were tingling, nothing bad though. “Hey, Shekka, Hildra, I’m-eep!”
“What the-whoa!” Brennie and I were both suspended by our arms and legs by shackles that had latched onto us the instant we’d entered the suspiciously empty room. “Uh, girls! Rain check?” Brennie sheepishly asked as we hovered low with our nipples just brushing the floor before Shekka climbed on my back and Hildra did the same with Brennie.
“No take-backs! You agreed to have fun with us, you’re gonna have fun. Thanks for bringing Janey, we never got to enjoy her. Well, besides Anno, but she’s too busy reprogramming those battle droids in the room next to us. She’ll join us on her break.” Shekka spanked my booty and I yipped with my cheeks heating up in fluster.
“Besides, you’re going to be our sexy broodmother trophy wives~.” Hildra purred as we hovered towards the center of the room and I gulped with a look over at Brennie to see she was visibly aroused like I was starting to feel. “Visi isn’t here to save you this time!” My eyes widened when I felt a thick, hot rod of meat slap against my shoulder blades and watched Hildra summon a dong from her groin that also slapped between Brennie’s shoulders.
“B-Brennie, what’s happening?” I meekly asked with a hint of fear, lust and excitement.
“What’s happening is we’re about to be fucked.” Brennie panted and her nipples moistened her top and I felt my own nips do the same to my bandeau before-oh c’mon! Why always my clothes?! What did my clothes ever do to the universe to deserve being destroyed?! Shekka had torn the back of my poor top in half and then did the same to my booty shorts. Oh shi-ahn~!
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“So you took today off from being Luster’s Belly Pet to hang out with Jane, only for her to instantly be pulled into more lewd shenanigans with Brennie, Shekka and Hildra?” Faye asked the slime pony fairy, who sighed and nodded as she ate some ice cream in the galley with her hippogriff friend.
“Yeah. It was super hot, but believe it or not, even a sex-empowered wish-granting fairy can get tired of sex. I was kinda just hoping to hang around Silvy like I used to; be her shoulder ornament and make silly jokes.” Rivala took a bite of the frozen chocolate ice cream that proclaimed it was ‘made with real milk!’ and everything else ‘not fake’.
“Oh, well...this is kinda awkward. I was finally going to wish for you to enhance me for Swerta.” Faye admitted sheepishly, scratching at her cheek with a talon.
“Why stop at that? Why not wish for me to turn you into a slime so you two can meld like Willow and Svartr did which started their transformation into Wiatr?” Rivala suggested and Faye looked a bit antsy before she stilled, a sign Swerta had taken over.
“As much as I love Faye-Faye, I don’t want to be her. I’m good just being part of her. Besides, she might be pregnant and who knows what that kind of wish would do to the eggs.” Swerta rubbed their shared stomach and Rivala hummed with a nod.
“Fair enough. Well, wish away. With how much I’m constantly being charged by Lusty and Silvy, I’ve got a full complement of wishes loaded and ready to fire, just please don’t empty my clip.” Rivala didn’t want to go back to being a Morph. Sure, recovering would be as easy as drinking or eating from Silvy, but she didn’t want to risk losing any memory.
“Um, okay, I wish I were more like Swerta.” Faye wished aloud as Rivala glowed and purred before wiggling her hand into Faye’s shorts. “Hey, you’ve granted wishes just by snapping your f-fingers before.” Faye protested, but felt compelled to let the red and blue slime pony fairy finger her. “Oh! Oh~! W-wow! Oh my gosh! Ah, ah, ahn-!”
Faye suddenly splashed into the chair, a mixture of pink and black slime. “Phrasing~. You wished to be more like Swerta, not how you wished to be more like her.” Rivala then took another bite of ice cream as the pink slime hippogriff reformed and was just as ludicrously buxom and bootyful as Rivala and other Golden Age ladies. “Also, you weren’t pregnant. Sorry.”
“I-bu-I fucked up.” Faye said as the black slime of Swerta molded over Faye’s pink slime. “Swerta? What-mmph! Mm!” The black slime fully encompassed Faye and then became a black muscular wolfess who easily rivaled Jane in beauty and presence with Faye’s pink eyes.
“Oh~, babe. Thank you. Look at me, this is me! Thanks, sweetie. Now that you made that wish, we can eventually even separate and-hey! I wish I had enough biomass to be able to separate!” At Swerta’s wish, Rivala winked and then she was nearly double the size as before. “Woof! Right, gotta store it away~! Heh. Okay Faye. How do I look?”
“Oh my gosh, you’re so fucking hot. I was straight before we met, but holy shit.” Faye panted through Swerta’s lips before they morphed down and Faye was back with black clothes in her preferred crop top and shorts. “I can’t believe I was so hesitant before. Thanks, Rivala.”
“No issue, though you have a bulge.” Rivala teased and Faye squeaked before slapping her crotch and Swerta’s voice chuckled from her ‘shorts’ before the impossibility vanished. Bulges like that are impossible for all magically touched people, which thanks to the efforts of the Empire, is pretty much everyone. “Now then, I’m going to keep eating my ice cream.”
“Swerta, why do you keep showing off?” Faye asked her partner as she made to leave.
“Because we’re hot to trot, babe. At least now I don’t need to steal your beak to speak.” Swerta said before they left and Rivala leaned on her cheek with a sigh, feeling lonely. She wanted quality non-sexy time spent with someone who loved her, but Luster was laying her drones and Silvy was getting her brains fucked out by a sexy shortstack with a giant cock.
“Huh, hey. Don’t see you without the other two often.” Spike commented when he entered and went to the fridge. The dragon was a notorious snacker, especially when he didn’t have any smokes and it turns out Aurora has a mild allergy to nicotine, so he’d promptly swore off them.
“They’re busy and I didn’t feel like getting involved again.” Rivala sighed and watched Spike join her at the table with the whole carton of ice cream. “Jet’s gonna be mad if you eat so much.”
“Thanks to Anno and HK’s crew, we’re practically swimming in credits. I mean, Jane’s suggestion about hacking Snugglé was genius. If we weren’t trying to make an army and navy, we’d be set for life so long as we didn’t get caught by them. The irony that most of the food we’ll be buying are Snugglé products makes it even better.” Spike said and Rivala rolled her eyes. “Y’know, I like you this way. You’re actually deeper than some eye-candy shoulder pet.”
“O-oh. Thank you.” Rivala wasn’t used to talking to people besides Silvy and Lusty, so she wasn’t sure how to feel about being praised. “Anyway, I’m just gonna eat with you then.”
“Fine by me, pass the sprinkles.”

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Ch.65
Ch.65
“Fuck, I wish you’d let us know sooner, Brennie. Your Alts are so epic.” Vinnie said after they’d gotten dressed and left Visilia’s cleavage, at a rather inopportune moment since they interrupted a meeting, but it wasn’t a military meeting, so the sister-wives vacated the room and left to go find Rivala to grant Vinnie’s desire to become a cyber-slime.
“Tell no one.” Brennie insisted, but playfully. Having Vinnie get off in her cockpit and fly her around in the pocket dimension helped her feel more comfortable with her Alt. She wasn’t nearly as fast as Runner, but she could maneuver much tighter and still had the firepower to compare to Vinnie by tonnage. She’d been so embarrassed when she first discovered her alt was a puny little starfighter when even Vinnie got to be a light frigate.
Kevin was a stealth frigate while Edward and Rico were both combiner Super-Dreadnoughts, specializing in defense and offense respectively. When fused together, they formed a near Space-Hulk capable of mind-boggling defense and offense. Infinity still had them outweighed by tonnage, but they’d rip her to pieces in minutes.
Despite all this, Nexus still had them beat, being a fucking genuine Space-Hulk the size of a planet three times the size of Earth at her absolute largest and capable of being permanently inhabited. Such a shame she was trapped in Paradise, she’d make this so much easier.
“It’s not just the size that matters, it’s how you use it.” Vinnie assured her wife with a squeeze of her ass. “Now, let’s-.”
“Is that Marcus?” Brennie asked with her ears perked as they were passing a room. She flushed when the voice of her son groaned in sexual gratification. “Yeah, that’s him.” Like Wiatr, she had a no-incest rule. However, that was when genetics mattered. She’s slime now and she had guilty naughty thoughts of her son to fend off now that she’s gene-neutral.
“Wait, I hear Luster and sense Jane in there as well.” Vinnie brought up and licked her lips.
“Vinnie, he’s my son, I don’t know if…” Brennie meekly said as her wife took her hand and brought her through the door to see Marcus stuffing Luster Dawn’s snatch with his mighty male-meat and making her bellow like a broodmare while a beautiful black dragoness was drooling and rubbing her rippling belly as she quietly came repeatedly from an unbirthing.
“Hey dad, aunt Vinnie.” Marcus panted, still mid-orgasm and cumflating the pleased as punch pony on his pole. “Sorry, did I howl so loudly the noise-muffling couldn’t contain it?”
“Boy, you were so loud I’m sure half the hall could’ve heard you with the ears we all have.” Vinnie wiggled her long ears and approached the absolute stud, still gently pulling Brennie along. “So, are you gonna try to insert yourself into the harem? Actually, we still need to get to know Luster Dawn better ourselves. You may be in the lead then.”
“I blame my Trinity siblings for enforcing this trend. Wouldn’t you agree, Mama?” Marcus teased Brennie, who mewled needily as she rubbed her legs together.
“You’re just jealous that we’re actually siblings on our mama’s side so we can’t do anything like this without it getting squicky. Knock yourself out Onii-chan.” Eris commented when she emerged from Vinnie’s cleavage and then she slithered back in.
“Did she say it was alright for you to get dirty with us~?” Vinnie purred as she picked Brennie up by the waist.
“D-don’t I have a say in this?!” Brennie squeaked as she was put on Luster’s back, straddling her waist and facing her studly son as he slowly gyrated his knot in the mare’s cunt. “S-son. As your fama, I politely request that we not be lewd with each other.” Brennie insisted as she pointed up at his face, only for him to suck on her finger and she shuddered.
“I’ll grant that, if you leave or go join Jane in driving Uri insane.” Marcus said after eating her finger and she shivered at how good it felt to be eaten. She was still getting used to that. “If not, let me help you embrace that fantasy you’re having right now~.” Marcus picked his smaller parent up by her waist, his fingers almost meeting he’s so much bigger.
“N-no, no. If I do this, then I’m no better than-mm~.” W-Wiatr help her~! She’s becoming her wife! She kissed her son and felt such a filthy, disgusting thrill that her cunt soaked her thighs! She meekly pushed at his pecs and he let her go, a panting, shuddering wreck. “I-I need to go!” Brennie slithered out of her powerful son’s grasp and dove for the black dragoness’s quim!
“Ahn~!” She wailed when Brennie fled to safety from her stupid-sexy son and entwined with Jane, who eagerly swished together with her in the comforting womb. It was only while she was melding and swirling together with Jane in ecstasy that she realized she’d abandoned her jewelry in fleeing that situation. She hoped Jane wouldn’t mind.
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I saw things I’d never seen, remembered things that never happened to me. It wasn’t until sometime later I understood what melding with another slime meant. Brennie and I were one right now from her running away from the incestuous scenario for her safety of mind. It was one thing to host her along with the others as an avatar, but to be Brennie was...depressing.
Berserker, Bryan, Brennie, He/She has been through so much. I knew her soul, but now I am her and I understand why she’s so desperate to find relief and pleasure instead of stress and violence. I’ll gladly alleviate her suffering once I am diffused back into Jane and Brennie. What I don’t understand is why Jane is dominant in our fusion.
I couldn’t puzzle out why the far stronger, far more powerful person wasn’t dominant. I believe it might be because she didn’t want to think right now. I should be of two minds about everything, but I’m just me. It’s similar to when she fused with Nexus once, according to the memory, but this time Brennie is practically asleep.
I can think of this later. Right now, I’m trying to gauge if I’ve driven Uri mad with pleasure enough yet. I can’t tell if she’s asleep or not and I haven’t been sloshing around for a while. Then Brennie’s Aspects awoke and I realized that I’d fucked Uri unconscious, so I carefully slithered out of her love tunnel and emerged as a metallic pink dracowolf on the bed.
I looked around and saw Luster Dawn cumflated into filling a corner of the now dimensionally expanded room. Vinnie was in a similar state in another corner with Marcus asleep, still lodged in her cunt. Everyone was asleep, this was the perfect opportunity to flee and consult Visilia.
I used a goo-mound to slither out of the room near-silently and then used said locomotion to rocket down the hall to where I remembered Visi had claimed her space. I entered the room and saw Visi look up from a holo-book projected by her omni-tool with curiosity. “Brennie, why are you pink? Not that I don’t like it, but we matched.” Visi jokingly said with a wave of her red metallic slime hand.
“Visi, I’m Brennie and Jane fused together. This happened inside of Uri’s womb when I fled my stupid-sexy son, Marcus, who fucking kissed me and almost made me break one of my cardinal rules.” I informed my wife/future waifu and she blinked in surprise.
“Oh...wait, did Eris have something to do with this?” Visi questioned with narrowed eyes.
“Yes! That naughty noodle! Oo~! When I get my hands on her fer telling him he might as well have fun with me. Now I’m all confused and horny and-I don’t wanna think of him like this~!” I wailed with almost comical tear-waterfalls of pink goo pouring from my eyes. “He’s grown to be such a handsome and wonderful person! I’m so damn proud of him and now I’m thinking of him in a way a parent shouldn’t! If anyone could replace me if the worst should happen, it’s Marcus.”
“Nobody can replace you!” Visilia snarled and I booped her on the snoot, making her scrunch.
“I meant in my roles and my authority!” I clarified to my waifu/future wife before I sat next to her and then flopped on the bed. “But now I wanna bang him! I’ve managed not to think of him this way for thousands of years, now, suddenly, I have the Sex Aspect and I’m gene-neutral and he’s viable?! It’s not fair~!” I whined and kicked my goo-legs into the air impetulantly.
“You’re acting like Jane, maybe you should split apart.” Visilia suggested with a pat on our tum.
“Can’t, Jane’s mostly in control and Brennie’s asleep or something. I’m just a blend of the two of us and I have to put up with their emotional baggage while Brennie’s napping.” I mewled and hefted my tits. “Half of me is utterly baffled that the other half’s tits are pregnant. How the fuck did Brennie manage that? Just because I know how it happened doesn’t mean I get it.”
“The Rasks plus her Sex Aspect go hand-in-hand. She’s also a horny broodmother and has had more babies than most people across several universes.” Visi answered with a shrug. “If I didn’t take Fertility, she would’ve nabbed it and the Sex Aspect. Now I’m Fertility and Life, just be glad Vinnie, Brennie and the others don’t have fragments of Life anymore.”
“Tell me about it. Damn those naughty noodles and turning me into a horny breeding bitch. Even if I enjoy the absolute fuck out of it and I saved the dragons from their flawed birthing process because of them.” I huffed, remembering the first time I became a mother and I flushed, rubbing my lower abs. “Fuck~...I wanna make more when I’m already so full.”
“That’s Brennie for you, Jane. You’re a horny brood-bitch yourself. You keep devolving into begging for puppies every time someone fucks you stupid.” Visi joined me in rubbing my tum and I groaned, trying not to give in to the desire to let my womb show. “Now, I’ll help Brennie resist our sexy son’s allure and chastise Vinnie since I’m sure she egged it on. How about you go to sleep? I’ll snuggle you tonight.”
“That’d be great.” I smiled up at my beautiful wife/future waifu and almost giggled when she promptly plopped on me, using my tits as a pillow.
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Brennie awoke, remembering things she never did or saw. Oh. Oh~. She did that with Jane/John, huh? She’s really Displaced. He was a guy just chilling in his home, suddenly ripped from his normal life, crammed into John Silver who was an utter wreck of a self-hating bastard ex-pirate before the human component was added and Luster Dawn came into her life.
Holy shit did Luster save Jane. She restored her body, gave her the affection she needed, fucking did everything Jane needed to blossom from the depressed and suicidal man John had been into the giddy and hopeful woman Jane was now. It was one thing to be exposed to Jane’s soul, it was quite another to understand her.
If she wasn’t marrying her before, she damn well was now. This wonderful person deserves everything in the-. “Mm~?” Brennie hummed into Visi’s lips when her wife kissed her. “*smooch* Morning.” Brennie purred and rubbed Visi’s sides, then took note of her metallic pink membrane. “Hey, it’s me. I don’t know what Jane may have said to get us into bed together, but I kinda need some help splitting up from her. When ya and I did it, it was with us both awake.”
“I’ll try, along with trying to make sure neither you or Marcus get into each other’s hot pants.” Visi mentioned and Brennie became a flustered mess. “Oh, come now, you two are thousands of years old and genetics don’t care about slimes, as far as I’m ultimately concerned, so long as you two decide it’s okay and not because that damn noodle encourages it, it’s fine.”
“V-Visi! Ya just said I c-can sex my s-son!” Brennie stammered in disbelief mixed with an unwanted amount of arousal. Curse her Sex Aspect! Incest is such a kink for so many people it’s disgusting! Damn it, no Kink-Shaming! Just because it’s morally questionable doesn’t mean people don’t get off on it. Ew~. “No~ why did ya do this to me~?”
“Because you need to woman-up and be the big bad bitch you used to be in cases like this. Put your paw down, stand up for your principles.” Visi declared encouragingly.
“Ya want me to storm down the hall, grab Marcus by the dick and have my dirty way with him?” Brennie asked in bemusement and Visi snorted.
“If that’s what you want, yes. If he’s consenting, it’s okay. Just don’t get more pregnant. Oh, speaking of which, Luster Dawn should have the results from Hildra’s eggs and will need to treat the ones we’ve got in us.” Visilia informed her wife and Brennie grunted.
“Well, she’s in there too, so I guess ya better come with me then.” Brennie sighed and waited a moment. “Ya can get off of me now.”
“Aw, but this is such a good seat~.” Visi laughed when Brennie practically flipped her off the bed to splat against the wall. “Being slime is great, you can be as rough as you want with me now.”
“Curb thine BDSM, thirsty wench! Now is not the time fer marital kink-sex! Shit, I’m channeling Jane so hard now, let’s go before I turn into a pirate queen and avast ye booty.” Brennie smirked, thinking that would be hilarious.
“Oh no, I’m a defenseless royal princess in the hands of a dastardly dashing pirate, whatever will become of me~?” Visilia fluttered her eyes and all of Brennie’s thoughts moved to her groin as she slotted into the roleplay. Avast her booty it is!
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“I’m going to say this, Amelia. Your new family is...excitable.” Delbert said with a sigh now that it was calm and he could actually have his earphones off and enjoy the room without sequestering himself to the relative privacy of his workstations.
“Too much for your liking?” Amelia cheekily asked as she crossed her thighs, causing her short skirt to ride up just so with a saucy smirk that always had him in her pants, where she wanted him, but that was before they broke-up and Delbert had enough fortitude not to give in to old temptations. That was also what she had loved about him: his character.
“I don’t judge, it's just, tiring. If I was involved, I don’t know if I’d survive. Especially not since each of you has the stamina of ten people when it comes to naughty shenanigans.” Delbert huffed as he sat down with his tea, handing Amelia her own cup. “I’d have moved out of your room, but I don’t trust pirates as far as I can throw them, which isn’t at all.”
“Well, nobody is saying you...can’t become involved.” Amelia bit her lip and Delbert’s ears perked so hard they flopped with a clap on either side of his head. “Also, technically, we are pirates now for escaping the yoke of our evil UnSC masters. Does that mean you don’t trust me?” Amelia pouted her lip and watched the hound degenerate into stammering denials.
God she loved fucking with him. Why did she let her damned job get in the way between them?
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I slowly melded into awareness, finding myself of two minds and smirking victoriously over the ‘punished’ ship wench who was tied with her arms and legs against the headboard, keeping her in a breeding press and silenced with a ball gag. My thick dick was knotted in the presumptuous princess and the afterglow of a good, hard cumshot was tingling over my pink membrane. “Yarr~. Ye be plundered and seeded good, mate. I’m of two minds on whether to release ya or leave ya in this position fer me other crewmates to have at ye.”
“Mm~!” Visilia shook her head back and forth, but the excitement and pleasure in her eyes said she was still deep into the roleplay. Sadly, I’m up and both of me want some time apart, so I removed her gag. “Aw, just one orgasm from you? You know I love getting creamed.”
“Jane is up now, I need to get out of ya before I split ya in two.” I winked and pulled out of her clenching cooch by shrinking my mast to nothing and absorbing it. “Still, ya had me put on Jane’s pirate outfit and everything? Ya devious demon.” I split in half, one silver, one red. I blinked and shook myself, finding I was still wearing the clothes with Brennie nude. “Whoa. That was cool.” I said as I zipped the groin of my fluid-proof jeans back up.
“Tell me about it. When Visi and I did it on an impassioned whim, it was incredible. Dangerously so.” Brennie shuddered and went to work untying Visilia, before she paused and put her fists on her hips with a cocked eyebrow at her wife, who sheepishly smirked and morphed her limbs out of confinement. “Cheeky succubus.”
“Takes one to know one~.” Visilia fluttered her eyes and then looked at me. “Yes, it's dangerous. It’s how Wiatr came to be. She’s four individual minds and souls, fused together cooperatively to form the Goddess of Sex, Renewal and Commerce. Renewal is what clung to her after she gave Urta Fertility.”
“Woof, we’d better save that fer special occasions, then.” I patted Brennie’s ass with a beaming smile. “Thanks, fer being here with us and not fucking off to Devorak. Ya absolutely could at any time and be justified if ya took just some of us with ya. This universe owes ya too damn much and ya owe it nothing. Well, besides taking the best things about it away furever, do it.”
“You just told me to take you, my wives, everyone here, back to Devorak and tell this universe to kiss my perfect ass?” Brennie blinked and I nodded with an evil grin. “...After this is all over. I’m taking everything I value home. This universe can get bent.”
“Woo! Pirate queens together~!” I cheered, hugging my soon-to-be waifu and enjoying her laughter. “I’ll help ya too, we’ll be the best damn pirates in the multiverse! Themis and Silver! Two busty babes with no ties to anyone!” I declared with an arm around her shoulders and holding the other out as if to display a panoramic scene.
“Y’know...if you gave me that offer 20,000 years ago...I would’ve taken you up on it. But...I met someone, who gave me purpose and helped me become the person I am today.” Brennie softly said with an adoring look at Visilia, who fluttered her wings as she smiled beautifully. “So, I’ll work with you, gladly, but I need my ties.”
“...We just reenacted the last scene between John Silver and James Hawkins from Treasure Planet, didn’t we?” I asked a bit sheepishly and Brennie gently conked me on the head as I blepped. “Heh~, I guess I’m still a pirate at my core. Welp, ya ladies have a good...what fucking time is it? I have utterly lost track.”
“It’s...morning. Whoa, Brennie, we fucked all night and you only came once?” Visilia asked her wife in shock and Brennie shrugged with a cheeky grin. “Okay, next time, I will be the one focused on your pleasure.”
“That said, let’s start the day, ladies. I’m already dressed, so hop-to.” I softly spanked Brennie’s butt and tittered when she gave a harder one to mine as I turned. I left the room and stretched to tighten my membrane on the way to the galley. Once I got there, I began pouring excess goo through my hand into the installed pipe for the Argent Slime reservoir.
“Hey-ho~!” Edward cheered as she jumped on my back. “Morning Janey! I have a new sister?!”
“New sis-oh! Link is more Tanya and Midna’s daughter, I was just the surrogate fer Tanya since she’s so small and we didn’t have a Navel Pearl free.” I told the ginger-crested asari and she pouted before Aurora pulled her off of me, the two best-friends and adopted siblings giggling like the ninnies they were. “Besides, ya have yer sister Aurora and Ein.”
“I think she’s just eager for more siblings like any child who isn’t spoiled rotten.” The other Edward said when he approached. The towering wolf leaned down and I accepted the kiss, humming into his lips with my tail wagging as the young teens went ‘ew~!’ and fled. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I fluttered my eyes at him and finished offloading excess slime into the pipe before I turned around and leaned against the wall. “What’s the occasion, big boy?” I licked my chops, ready and raring for whatever the towering 14-foot tall wall of absolute stud had in store for me. Well, I hope I was, it might not be sexual.

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Ch.81
Ch.81
“So, these are yer Force-Users?” I asked as I looked upon the five-man squads of Argentines that will accompany us. I couldn’t help but twitch in annoyance that the Argentines are so hung-up on distrust that they didn’t let me help with their training, but at the same time I was proud of them for accepting this sort of power and training themselves on how to best use it. Still, knowing they don’t trust me really hurts. At least I know it’s them and not my lovers.
“Jet said it’s a quick smash-and-grab, I believe now is a good time to have them on this.” Winnie replied and she wasn’t wrong. I can feel the level of control and discipline they exude, not just through combat, but through deception and manipulation. They must have focused heavily on Mind Tricks and other related abilities linked to that.
“Considering it’s our first sortie since Char and we need a team to get in and out fast, they’re a good choice. Especially since they focused on the mental factors of their abilities.” I agreed and Winnie leered sexily at me. Oh fuck, be calm my heart. Ever since Brennie and Willow fused, the sexual dynamo named Winnie Themis has dominated everyone on the pleasure front.
“I fuckin’ love it when you catch on immediately~.” Winnie purred and I gulped. “So, you’re leading them alongside Uri since Yoda has retired from combat.” Winnie put a tail-hand on my back and I failed to restrain my wagging tail.
“Ma’am.” One of them, a Crusader no less, approached me. “We are sorry for not telling you, but we feared that we might somehow influence you down the wrong path. We didn’t want to risk it.” Oh, so it wasn’t out of distrust. They were worried about inadvertently changing me. Well, gotta appreciate that Argentine honesty.
“I am the Force. Or at least I’m the source that DE has pinged fer the server. I can’t be influenced by outside sources. I only barely felt a tingle from whatever psionic bullshit the UnSC tried on me in the Char system both times I was there.” I shrugged and jumped when the tail-hand descended to my rear. “A-anyway. I look forward to working with ya.”
“Hold on~. Let them brief you on their broad skills.” Winnie cooed and then I shivered when her massive tail-hand somehow slipped through my jeans into my ass-cleavage and down to my groin where she fingered my sex. Oh gosh, now~?! “It’s not just mind-tricks, right?”
“Yes, ma’am!” They all replied in unison.
“Oh my fucking god just marry me already.” I whispered as I struggled to keep face when her massive fluffy fingers began almost fisting my cunt. She must be absorbing my grool to prevent it from drenching the crotch of my jeans. Uhn~! They can’t possibly be ignorant of this! I’ve gotta have a bulge-shit, right, Inventory! My ass-cleavage! How did nobody know about this before?! I suppressed a grunt as she began actually fisting my quim~!
“Right, well, where to begin? Group huddle!” Are they prolonging this on purpose~?! Hng~!
“Go on~. Cum~.” Winnie quietly purred and I clenched my jaw before covering my nose with a hand to suppress a squeal as I orgasmed, but despite my legs feeling weak, Winnie’s penetrating tail kept me up with the multi-purpose prehensile fur on it gripping my ass. “Good girl~. You taste delicious as always.” Oh my goddess, I love you, you horny bitch!
“Alright, we’ll run it down quickly.” One of the soldiers said after their huddle was over. Guh~! It won’t be quick enough! I just hope I don’t break down before it’s over~!
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“Seriously, Winnie?” Vinnie giggled from the table when she saw her wife enter the room refurbished for the Argentine royalty with a satisfied expression and her left tail-hand soaked in the sharp, rich scent of their waifu, Jane. “That was in front of over a dozen elite soldiers.”
“It was so worth it and they were on board. Especially when they started explaining the new techniques of the Force and how much they’ve expanded it~. Jane was reduced to a puddle of goo before they finished.” Winnie responded with a wicked smile as she sauntered her form-fitting uniformed hips to a chair and sat down before sucking on the juices soaked into her tail. “Mm~ so tangy and rich. Jane’s flavor is fucking good. Want some?”
“I’ll pass. I prefer it straight from the tap.” Vinnie winced a bit. While normally she was all for enjoying her lover’s ejaculate, secondhand outside of a condom was a bit gross to her. “So, is there a reason for constantly being in military uniform, now? I figured you were just doing it to look the part for once, but then you just kept wearing your uniform everywhere.”
“Aw, you don’t like how it looks?” Winnie asked in bemusement and Vinnie blinked.
“No...I love how it looks. It’s just, you gave up on looking like a military leader outside of combat situations a long time ago thanks to how much Twily and your waifu Meen-Rei broke through your shell at long last.” Vinnie then pointedly cleared her throat. “So, was Willow a bit of a military aficionado when living in Paradise?”
“Oh fuck yeah. I would dress up whenever I had the occasion. Now that I’m in a regular military command capacity, I get to look like a sexy superior officer at all times.” Winnie smiled evilly and patted the sides of her perfectly contained and covered basketball-sized breasts that emphasized her medals, designation and name perfectly. The fact it had both Brennie and Willow’s names stacked together was a great display of Winnie’s unity and pride.
“Oh, so it’s Willow who wants to look and feel like a sexy superior officer~?” Vinnie teased with a wiggle of her brows.
“Mhm.” Winnie nodded her head with a naughty leer. “The fact that I am a sexy superior officer has nothing to do with it, for sure.” Winnie teased and Vinnie, who was on the other side of the table, jumped when she felt Winnie’s unseen tail-hand dive into her shorts and into her snatch.
“Uhn! Y-you sneaky-oh Winnie yes!” Vinnie panted and Winnie brought up her omni to check over status reports while she tail-fucked her beautiful golden Jolteon-like wife. She’ll get her’s later, she always does. Besides, providing pleasure is the best part of being who she is.
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That glorious bitch. Tail-yiffing me in front of over a dozen Force-adepts. I can’t even remember half of what they told me because she kept fucking me even after I fell to my hands and knees and started howling like a bitch in heat. I’m glad they were in on it, so I’m less embarrassed, but now I have to read-up on what they told me. Still, though. Winnie was amazing as ever. I can’t be mad, she’s just being herself and I love her for it.
“So, how’d it go?” Uri, who had started letting her emotions out more often, asked when I entered our room, which had been upgraded since she, Rivala, Luster and I all shared it.
“Winnie fucked me in front of them with her tail.” I huffed and Uri cooed while still reading something as I went to our kitchenette, bending over to look through the fridge.
“Whoa, nice. I can smell that from here.” Uri chuckled and I rolled my eyes before grabbing an Argent Fizz: Cream and kicking the door closed before sitting at the counter.
“The only reason my pants aren’t drenched is because she sucked up all my juices with her tail. If I wasn’t solid, the puddle of fuck she turned me into would’ve been literal.” I opened the cold energizing drink with a snap-hiss from the tab and took a sip. “All my time spent solid has been really eye-opening to the limitations of flesh and fur life-forms and synths.”
“Without magic involved, yeah, we’re kinda rigid and don’t take well to hyper-sex.” Uri commented idly and I drank more of my soda. “So, wanna bang?”
“Normally yes, but not now. Winnie really sucked the vitality out of me. I swear, she’s a succubus. Traditional energy-vampire kind, not the Lust Demon or Hell varieties.” I assured my black beauty and she snorted.
“Fair enough, I’ll get some later from Rivala or Luster then. You just chill, bae.” Uri kept reading and I finished my drink before I went to go cuddle her and read the reports on the Argentine Force-Adepts. I’m deploying with them in a week, after all.
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“So, thanks to you upgrading the Bebop with a Temporal Drive, while it’ll be a week to us, it’ll be only 7 hours to reality. Thank reality it didn’t decide to screw that over with how it restricted Eris.” Jet huffed as he monitored the Bebop on her first flight in months.
“Believe me, we were all worried it would have issues with more time-fuckery. Thankfully the crews willing to risk testing proved that your reality decided not to screw over physics-based technology on that front.” Calax replied while Visilia and Hunter were also on the bridge to triple-check everything.
“At least the old girl isn’t shaking apart. Gone through several overhauls or not, she was a fishing trawler before I got my hands on her.” Jet patted the console with affection.
“We wouldn’t have let the Bebop leave her hangar if that was going to be the case.” Visilia stated as she straightened her metallic red wavy mane with a hand. “This ship means too much to the Alliance. The Bebop is a symbol of Freedom and camaraderie. I personally wouldn’t deploy the Bebop for anything other than being a morale booster. She’s precious.”
“That may be, but Bebop needs to bounce. I didn’t just name her that because I love jazz. Among all the ships at the impound lot for sale, she was the only one who had spirit. I could’ve gotten a light frigate, but no. This old girl is special.” Jet waxed poetic as he ran a hand on a console affectionately. She was one of the best choices he made after retirement.
“Careful, if you invest too much into her, the Bebop might gain an ego and turn into a shipgirl. Or due to all the cybertronians on board, she might go that route.” Hunter warned Jet earnestly and Jet blinked before looking around the bridge.
“Y’know, I think I’d like that. If it happens, I’d welcome her as a part of the family immediately.” Jet smiled and wondered how that could happen. Magic and Relic Tech were wondrous things.
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“Hello~.” Winnie crooned and enjoyed how her voice alone sent shivers of arousal and anticipation down the spines of the room she entered. God did she love how well her troops and other affiliates took to fraternization. Her older half may have had issues with it at first, but over time she had adjusted to the concept like a fish to water. Now, fused together, Winnie saw how efficient it was to let living creatures let their needs out with regulations keeping things in check.
“Hello Queen Winnie. What can we do for you?” Questioned the Crusader who had taken up the role as the leader of this special forces squad numbering 15.
“I should be asking you that.” Winnie retorted with a cheeky smile as she rounded the Force Commander with her hands on her hips, looking him up and down analytically. “What does your special unit need now that we’re enroute and hindsight has achieved 20/20?” Mrr~. Her boys were such prime examples of the male form. The ladies in the squad were just as scrumptious.
“To be honest, I think we need a hands-on approach for stress relief. Meditation and sparring won’t do it, could you please help us?” The Force Commander boldly requested and Winnie’s tail-hands wagged in excitement.
“Oo~? Brave enough to nearly outright ask, are we? That should be rewarded~.” Winnie growled hungrily and pressed her chest into the Crusader’s lower pecs due to the height difference as she looked into his eyes. “Or punished. Hm, what to do? How about both? You like being tied-up, maybe some bondage play? I wonder if any of the ladies would like to get in on this, be his mistresses for an evening? Volunteers~?” Winnie cooed at the squad.
While mostly male, one third were female and two eagerly approached, a Tartarus Earth Pony and a unicorn, who took their diamond dog commander off of Winnie’s hands, tittering eagerly. “My Queen, aside from the stated desire for leisure, we would like permission to train with Jane Silver since she won’t be Tainted by interaction.”
“Oh? Asking me permission to sex my waifu?” Winnie teased and then chuckled. “Yes, yes, that is a good thing to do. Just remember that she’s not like me or my other wives. She doesn’t have the boundless sexual stamina we do. Yet.” Winnie was working on that. Jane’s body and spirit was surprisingly resistant to alteration, even complicit alteration. It seemed each mutation she’s gone through has strengthened her body and spirit to outside influence.
“Noted, ma’am. Now then, since we don’t need anything from you, would it be alright if we did things to you?” The SiC, a changeling stallion, offered and Winnie licked her chops before giving a vulpine grin.
“Yes~.” Winnie ‘snapped’ a tail hand’s fingers and within seconds, she and everyone in the room was naked. “Come, give your Queen pleasure~.”
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“My Queen, you already have a well-varied host of Zerg. Is adding a second flying unit necessary?” Zelma asked Luster Dawn with unsaid personal worry. As the Librarian, she would be host to the sequences and unlike the fabled Abathur, she isn’t a heartless calculating engine designed for processing such data. She worried she might be Corrupted with so much data.
“Yes, along with making sure you and Duo are suitable templates for a support combat unit to bridge between the Zasks and Zorks. By the way, how are things going between you two?” Luster asked casually and Zelma flushed through her green flesh.
“Q-quite well, my Queen.” Zelma bashfully admitted as she used a hand to move her long mane of hair out of her eyes. “Duo adjusted quickly and is such a gentleman.” He was incredibly chaste compared to the galactic standard, but being raised in a Velka monastery would do that. While Velka didn’t frown upon Sex, she did state that falling prey to Lust was a Sin.
“Good, good. I’m making him your Assistant if he’s willing. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” Luster’s words relieved the green Zerg Skaven, Zaven? That would be to her Queen’s taste. “Besides, Gundam Deathscythe will be deploying alongside the Zaku Warrior for this operation.”
“I still do not see why Mister Hawkins was disbarred from this mission.” Zelma commented while watching her Queen run her hands over an egg that had various winged species being codified into it as a test for a new flying unit. The Zarvs need escorts, after all.
“Because Hogarth is well within the UnSC’s influence, unlike Char which was an outpost. Whoever is operating their psionic device will likely have a stronger effect this close to Aiur. Since it seems to work the strongest on entities like James, Urta and Penny, they’re stuck defending the homefront as far away as possible from Aiur.”
“Hey ma’am, this guy came from the Infinity. He says he’s a Clone from the wars.” Duo said before walking in with a rather well built Skaven in white Armor. “I figured he’d be a good cross-reference between him, Zelma and I on the Skaven genome.”
“If it would aid in your endeavors, I will gladly submit to conversion if necessary.” The Skaven, whose armor had Wiatr’s emblem of a Horned Skaven on the left pauldron, stated dutifully. A true devotee from even before the Golden Age. Even as a clone he’d be ripe gene stock.
“Excellent. Let me finish up with this egg and then I’ll examine you three before I start activating Zaven eggs with the approved template.” Luster chirped and with a few more strokes on the egg’s fleshy ‘shell’, she spun around and wiggled with a squeal of joy as her nude body jiggled delightfully enough to make Zelma blush alongside Duo. “Everything’s coming together so well! Soon enough, I’ll have enough Zerg thanks to getting it on with so many lovers that-.”
“As wonderful as it is to witness and hear someone so aligned with the now-lost Goddess Wiatr, I must insist on hurrying along this process. I still need to tend to the flock here in that while Wiatr has been sundered, her constituents still deserve veneration in her name.” Zelma would have said he was rude, but she was once a devout Skaven herself, she understood.
“Good point. All three of you sit down...right, Creep. Hold on.” Luster’s head flicked and her horn shimmered briefly before three stools made of Creep rose from the floor. They sat down and it was only because his armor was not mere clothing that the soldier’s armor didn’t dissolve on contact. “Each of you grab a tendril.” Luster hovered close and had the three tendrils of her left ‘leg’ extend to them and they took them in their bare hands. “Oo~! Such tasty genetics. Yum.”
“I am flattered.” The soldier snorted and after a few minutes, Luster retracted her tendrils and the clone Skaven stood up. “Is that all?”
“Yep! Thank you. I didn’t know that more modern Skaven had evolved slightly larger eyes and weaker olfactory senses due to their less harsh environments. Have a good day, come back anytime.” Luster waved as the soldier left and then went over to the rows of eggs on one wall of the Hatchery. “Wake up my lovelies! I need someone to bridge between Zasks and Zorks!”
The majority of the eggs hatched, revealing white-furred skaven, but they had the signature Zerg bone spurs and glowing eyes. Half male, half female, all standing an average of six feet tall without being hunched. It was easy to forget that her species naturally hunched due to their origins as a burrowing scavenger species. Then again, they’re called Skaven for a reason.
“Mother!” The Zaven called out to Luster.
“I wish that wasn’t me doing it.” Luster Dawn sighed wistfully. True Life was beyond her for now, but her lover was the Goddess of Souls. They’d work it out eventually. “I know I don’t need to speak my commands, but I will anyway. Go to the spawning bay and start multiplying using the donated slime. You are the mixed-purpose unit meant to bridge the fragile Zasks with the beefy Zorks.” Her Queen informed the drones, pointlessly. It was a poor coping mechanism.
“Yes, mother.” They called before walking away leaving one that was looking around dumbly.
“Is that one defective?” Duo asked as the Zaven looked at him before raising its arm like a baby wanting to be picked up.
“Hm, before I scrap it for materials, I’ll have Vinnie or Jane take a look. If I manage to accidentally create a baby with an adult body, I’ll need to know so I can make it into a baby to be raised normally.” Luster Dawn mumbled as she hovered down to ‘kneel’ on the Creep floor.
The Zaven giggled before crawling over to Luster, cooing and babbling. Luster’s expression was full of hope and pain. She took the adult male into her arms and with a shush, she used magic to make it sleep and then levitated it over to a corner.
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The dark figure took a deep inhale, then exhaled a wisp of colored smoke that danced in the light of the holo. “So. The amusing little runts have become a rather bothersome problem.” The gray fingers of a gray stallion with black hair and gray eyes scanned over the holo as he chewed on the end of his tobacco-free cigar. Tobacco was a disgusting substance. Various other less-harmful plants with far more benefits tasted and felt much better to inhale.
“We’ve traced FTL signatures in the direction of the Tarkus System.” A droid voice announced and the stallion hummed as he scratched his black goatee.
“Send some probes. I don’t want to waste valuable resources with that ponce, Nef Anyo, badgering our business.” The stallion ordered and then pulled up an image captured of the beauty who had leaped into the void in the nude to capture his ships. “Jane Silver. Hm…”

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Ch.100
Ch.100
I moaned in pleasure as I was petted on the head and ears by some Womb Wards. I’m still stuffed full of Brennie and I can’t move. My slime is stretched so tight that if these noodles weren’t so gentle, I would’ve popped! I don’t know if that’s a good idea wherever I am. I don’t want to find out what instantaneous disruption would do to my host.
“Don’t worry sweetie. You’re doing very well for your first time hyper-unbirthing.” A female one who was primarily feathery cooed comfortingly to me and I whimpered from the pleasure that was constantly buzzing through my nearly transparent membrane. “Don’t cum. Whatever you do, don’t cum. You’re very fragile right now, dear.” I know~ but I wanna cum~!
“Okay! We’ve gotten Pandora and Twilight dealt with! We can start decompressing the lattice!” One of the many Chaos Noodles around my head shouted and I gasped when I felt myself begin rapidly shrinking. “Hold up! Too fast! Firm up Vinnie’s-!”
“Nyuh~!” I came~! My pleasure caused me to white out to the sound of a deafening liquid roar. I woke up being cradled by a beautiful purple alicorn mare and a full-anthro draconequus I didn’t recognize. “What fucktrain just did me in?” I asked and they both chuckled as the golden lights around us slowly grew closer.
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“What the fuck are you all doing here?!” All of the daemons froze in place at the voice of Brennie, who appeared in front of them all in a red flash. She was naked, but no less terrifying. “EDI! Why did we arrive at Khaine’s Gate?! You were supposed to take a left turn!” Brennie demanded while the Warp Spawn all knelt before her. Jimbo moved next to her while he panted from fighting so hard. Shame changelings don’t sweat, he’d be even more-no! Brain! Task!
“This is fun.” Schrodinger said when daemons moved out of the twili cat’s way. “I’ve never thought daemon truly feared me. Hello Brennie, having fun?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was feeling jealous and I needed to exorcize it.” Brennie answered with a pun before a Slaaneshi Daemonette appeared despite this realm being that of Khorne’s. She produced a ravishing and exquisite robe, while a Bloodletter, who wore armor, helped her into it. “Hm, thank you.”
“As good as this is, the Webway pretending to be the Warp is bad news.” Jimbo panted and calmed down when it became clear that the daemons weren’t going to act against the beautiful goddess. She could sense his desire, but he kept it tightly controlled. Mm, she loves people who can prioritize-guh! Prioritize! Do it yourself, girl! Head! Brain! Guh!
“Ugh, of course it would.” Brennie groaned in annoyance. “Okay, what to do? How to solve this little crisis?” Brennie asked when she heard EDI adorably freaking out over the eldritch horrors she was navigating through to return to the Webway which apparently decided to be a dick and dump them in the Warp without any warning. “EDI, as cute as your screams are, calm your tits.”
“I’m flying through soup! If I wasn’t spiritually related to mom, I’d have lost my mind!” EDI protested and spun her head around as she chirped and beeped. “However, thankfully we’re back in the Webway again. Or at least it looks that way. The Warp is a fucking troll.”
“And a deadly troublemaker.” Brennie added on while patting the armored Bloodletter on the head, who purred from the affection. She felt pleased by it having the Doom Slayer brand.
“Could you please send them away, Brennie? Also, sorry for killing a few dozen of them.” Jimbo said sheepishly and Brennie rolled her eyes before patting his back. The towering hunk was too big for her to just pat on the shoulder, so she settled for his back. She didn’t go with her initial instinct to use his height advantage to touch his butt since there’s that Slaanesh daemon here.
“Alright.” Leaning forward, Brennie whispered to the Bloodletter to take his brethren and retreat to Khorne’s domain. Nodding its head in compliance, all of the Bloodletters faded away in red mists until there were none. Turning to the Daemonette, they bowed to each other before it departed as well. “There, no more Daemons-eek!”
“What?” EDI questioned, unaware that she was freshly painted in blood with a skull on top of her head. “Nobody is molesting you without you expecting it, so what was the squeak about?”
“Yeah, is there something else nearby we need to deal with?” Jimbo asked, also unaware of the runes painted with blood all over him and the skull crown on his head.
“Oh, nevermind. Just dad pulling off a joke, maybe.” Brennie sighed, uncertain whether this was his doing or his realm. Although, Jimbo’s alter ego didn't look half bad. A ruthless barbarian going out to conquer the lands, slaying any in his way and claiming only the most beautiful and fertile females. Mrr~! Calm yourself, girl. Composure. They can’t see what you see.
“I’ll visit him.” Shcrodinger said before vanishing. “Meow, he’s a mean one.” Schrodinger said, having faded in the instant he left. “Still, after he tried killing me for a few years, he gave up and pet me.” The cat was also wearing a feline saber-toothed skull that perfectly fit his head.
“What are you?” Jimbo asked as he scratched Schro’s chin when he appeared on his shoulder.
“I’m the most eldritch being in this universe.” Schrodinger purred happily.
“Well, with that done, I’m going to go check on my wives and Jane. They’re still recovering from Kiro and I going overboard.” Brennie left the bridge and snickered at the signs of Khorne’s favor.
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Kally was already exhausted. They haven’t even gone a full day before a catastrophe occurred that among the Tanuki, was only a horror story from the past because of them learning from the mistakes of their ancestors. She couldn’t blame anyone for it, either. The Webway never did that before. There’s always signs you’re about to be dumped into the Warp. Or there were.
Still, it was out of her hands. Aside from that SNAFU, EDI was the best navigator the Blade has ever had and she trusted the ancient droid to see them to Treasure Planet. Just thinking about the myth made her fur stand up in excitement. Kally and Kiro have been searching for several years and the sexy people they stumbled into thanks to Jet just happen to have a map?
Kally cared more about growing closer to her prospective new permanent lovers, but Treasure Planet was definitely a big bonus. “Greetings Captain Kally. To what do we owe the pleasure of such a late visit?” Amelia Smollett asked, dressed in only a see-thru pink nightie. The hyper hourglass shaped slime Covcat was an example of what association with the gods did for a woman’s body, at least according to what she’d heard about her transformation.
“May I come in? Assuming I”m not interrupting anything.” Kally requested and Amelia raised a brow and had a raunchy glint in her eyes that Kally was quite used to and gave her ideas for when her reason for visiting was finished.
“You may. Please keep quiet. Delbert and Midna are sound asleep.” Amelia led her into the modest bunkroom that had both beds in one bunk full of the mentioned people and the other empty. Kally remembered the note that James Hawkins was on the bridge, citing unease. “Now, again, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Amelia asked as she sat on the lower bunk, not at all disguising how she thrust her chest out with her pose.
“What do you think we’ll find at Treasure Planet? Along with that, what are your or our, intentions for what we find?” Kally asked, since the reasons aside from ‘its Treasure Planet’ were essentially ignored in favor of preparing the expedition.
“Hm. I think we’ll use what we find in the war effort. Scientific research, funding, another base of operations. Things of that sort. Why? Did you have any devious, possibly piracy related plans?” Amelia asked with a mixture of tease and accusation, reminding Kally that not everyone among the Alliance were fully accepting of space pirates, merely tolerating.
“To be honest? Not really. I used to fantasize about finding Treasure Planet, using the haul from raiding it to retire to some resort world after buying the whole damn planet. Now? I don’t know where my life is going to go from here.” Kally was genuinely at a loss and thought the people originally seeking Treasure Planet had ideas, but it seems to be a ‘seat of the pants’ scenario.
“I know the feeling. Ever since James came into my life and revealed to me the joys of simple pleasures, I’ve thrown away my old ambitions, my career, everything. It’s quite liberating.” Amelia confided and Kally nodded in agreement. She was going through that now with all the things happening so suddenly. Now, they could live instead of survive.
“Well, that said, I’ve got nothing else. You seem pretty lonely, would you like a snuggle? Tanukis are legendary snugglers.” Kally offered and wasn’t disappointed when Amelia pulled her onto the bed and indeed cuddled. Mm. Sleep was best with others.
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Visilia groaned in displeasure at waking up when she realized she was piled in a bed with several of her wives along with Jane, Kiro and Kevin. She closed her eyes and smiled, napping amidst snoozing bodies of perfect booties, boobs and in one case, pecs. Soon, she felt another join the bed, opening her eyes again to see Brennie in a rather exotic dress.
“Hey, you.” Brennie whispered to her wife and Visi smiled beautifully at her first love. While she did love all the others, it was Brennie, back then solely Bryan, who lit the fire in her soul, which then caught fire upon other souls when their love proved too strong to keep to themselves.
“I am often accused of being myself.” Visi joked and kissed her wife chastely, no tongue. This wasn’t the time for carnality. “How are you feeling after what you set off?” Visi had no clue what happened. She was cumming her brains out long enough that time ceased to matter. Considering how impossibly massive she had to have gotten, that is way more matter than before everything snowballed out of control. What happened to it all?
“I think I got most of it out of my system. By the Gods, that was the biggest I have ever been.” Brennie answered with a smile, snuggling up to her wife. “Apparently, I managed to bless Kiro in the ensuing tryst. None of us have ever done that before. I don’t even know what I blessed her with besides epically enhancing her fluid production.”
“Quiet...mrmr…” Someone in the pile mumbled and Visi shared an amused grin with Brennie. They snuggled and dozed off, fully waking up later when someone emerged from the pile of beautiful people and stretched at the foot of the bed. “Mm~! Damn that was good.” Jane~!
“Hey, you.” Brennie greeted as she and Visi, both red cybertronian slimes, slithered off of the pile of sleeping people who were all slowly waking up.
“I’m often accused of being me. Good morning ya horny bitch. Good job turning me into a bubble that popped around yer girth.” Jane wiggled her eyebrows as her tail wagged so hard it slapped her puppy-bearing hips. “Let’s do that again, but when we’re not at risk.” Jane chuckled and smooched Brennie and Visi when they approached her. “Now then, I need to be alert.”
“Is the Force telling you to be wary?” Visilia asked in concern and Jane shook her head.
“No, just alert. I can’t do that if I’m intoxicated or getting my brains fucked out.” Jane winked at Brennie, who responded by kissing her. “Mm~! No~. Stop tempting me~.” Jane mewled as she playfully pushed Brennie away with her hands on the red dracowolf’s tits.
“Moo~.” Brennie cooed when some of her milk gushed out from the action, soaking through her new dress. “Moo, moo~.” Brennie pressed her boobs against Jane’s hands, getting wetter.
“Bad cow! Go to jail for cow crimes (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E_3tseLVgAcwVso.jpg:large)!” Visi joked and pulled her away from Jane, who was moaning and rubbing Brennie’s likely aphrodisiac milk into her fur. “For real, though. We need to get serious after that incident last night.” Visi cupped Brennie’s boobs and the dracowolf slime mooed when her demon alicorn slime wife’s palms began sucking on her nips. “Mm~. Tasty.”
“Hold up! Brennie, the Lantern! We must be near Slaanesh’s domain!” Kevin shouted through aroused panting when he emerged from under the pile of babes atop him, said wives and Kiro were in the act of pawing him and Penta was already sucking his dick like it was made of chocolate. “Oh~. Yes. I love you all so much.”
“Aw, but milkies~.” Brennie mooaned and Visi began sucking on her neck, making Brennie press her ass back against her wife and then her eyes snapped open. “Yeah, no, hold on.” Brennie groaned before pulling her Lantern from her cleavage and instantly Visi along with everyone else felt the compulsion to fuck like horny rabbits, more than normal, fade.
Visi huffed and made sure her hands popped loudly off of her wife’s areola from the suction force, making her squeak. “Do that faster when it’s obvious we’re being manipulated, dear.” Visi chided her wife and then wrapped her arms around her waist. “I think we’d better all get dressed and gather everyone on the bridge.” Visi sucked on her wife’s ear and she groaned.
“M-my ear~? N-not now~.” Brennie mewled in helpless arousal before Visi stopped. “Gosh, I really wish Nexus didn’t make us realize just how sensitive our ears are from her getting fucking eargasms because those unreasonably cute elf ears are like clits attached to her head.” Visi grunted, remembering their friend’s intense erogenous zone. Later, clothes now.
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“It would seem we’re indeed in the portion of the Webway passing through Slaanesh’s domain according to these Webway maps, Warp aura zones and the persistent desire to fornicate.” Delbert announced in his official capacity as an archeologist-cum-astrologist. I had to appreciate his professionalism despite the fact he, Kally, Midna and Amelia had been fucking earlier.
“No duh, numbnuts.” Midna huffed, the new Warp Goddess was clearly upset at being interrupted, even if it was from being compelled by an outside force.
“At least we know why the Force insists I be alert. I doubt just anyone can tell when we need to slip between two major branches of the Webway into a tiny twig to reach the next leg.” I voiced.
“I can.” Schrodinger giggled, wearing an old-timey captain’s coat made of tentacles.
“No, you can’t, because causality forbids it. Even you are forced to abide by it.” Pandora casually reminded the cute entity, who meowed unhappily and then lied down sulkily.
“Can someone tell us how long we’ll be stuck standing around on the bridge?” Twilight Sparkle, not the native Twilight, I had come to realize, asked from next to Pandora. Those two are from the reality that Brennie considers to be her second home. The same one that Meen-Rei and Neethsi are from. “Not to be a complainer, but there’s nothing we can accomplish up here.”
“True, but it’s better than being reduced to a mewling sex kitten unable to think past our pussies.” Kiro voiced to much agreement across the bridge, especially me. The Force grants me resistance to external compulsion, but I’m a constantly horny bitch by nature. It’d be like trying to resist pushing the big red button when you know something big would happen! Or a latte.
“Mm~. You all complain all you want. My hubby is giving it to me good under this aura’s influence, since the Lantern can’t reach into me because of dimensional fuckery.” EDI purred, the droid was idly chirping and full of bubbly joy. Getting fucked by your significant other would do that.
“Hm.” Brennie hummed while tapping her fingers away to a tune. She was still wearing that attire that came from Slaanesh’s domain, which surprisingly did nothing but enhance her beauty. Damn you She Who Thirst for choosing the simplest design to have the most impact!
However, the tune she was humming caused EDI to stop chirping in pleasure and gasp excitedly. “Oh! Oh! Ahem. Old Billy Riley was a dancing master. Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!” Shanties~!
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Brennie was thankful when they finished passing through Slaanesh’s territory, even if it meant they were in Nurgle’s turf. That garbage bag had nothing on their divine constitution, except for Kevin, so she left the lantern with him so she wasn’t stuck hanging out with her husband when he’s all...let’s say mean was the nice way of putting it. Nurgle and him do not mix. At all.
As for Brennie… “My fucking gosh, I am a cow now, huh?” Brennie muttered as she sloshed her big boobers in her hands and pouted. She wasn’t pregnant, she offloaded all that converted milk on Willow, so why is she still constantly lactating? Unlike Willow and others who keep that default by choice, it was a mild inconvenience that she tried to keep in the bedroom.
At least it wasn’t a serious issue, beyond the fact that she’d recently discovered the joy of breast pregnancy. Wait, are her tits pregnant? No, Visi would’ve been able to tell, so why? Brennie sighed and then tried to get her mind off of her mams. A difficult prospect when they were always at the bottom of her vision. Wait. Hold on.
Bryan grunted when he morphed to male for the first time in a while. Nope! Still feeling sloshy, but it’s down there now. The fuck? He huffed and checked himself in the mirror, not at all surprised that the dress had turned into a dashing chest and ab-revealing coat and tight slacks. If he wore this to a party, he’d have the ladies all over him. Then again, his female form did that.
“Hey B-whoa~! Hey handsome! It’s been a while!” Vinnie joked playfully when she entered. “So Bryan, while Jane’s on the lookout for the hidden path to Treasure Planet, what are we gonna do besides avoid a cataclysmic orgy?” Vinnie asked her husband and the dashing dracowolf scratched at his goatee, idly frowning at the instinctive addition since it’s been a while.
“I’m not sure, sweetheart. Apparently, I can’t stop producing milk and as a male, my balls feel way too fucking big.” Bryan replied with a huff, scratching at his crotch area.
“Are you saying you need to offload?” Vinnie asked with an eyebrow wiggle and smirk.
“That’s the thing, though. I shouldn’t need to. I always believed we were in better control of ourselves than our lovers. Then we get involved again and discover that, over time, we might be nearly as bad ourselves now.” Bryan stated as he looked down his big firm pecs, past his washboard abs to his clothed groin, where he felt his Inventory-hiding semen spheres slosh.
“Hm, yeah. Had it gotten worse in your case, because you’re a Sex God now?” Vinnie wondered and the dracowolf nodded. “Then what about me? Am I just this much of a slut or is it because I have so many Aspects that synergize with me?” Bryan wanted to say she wasn’t a slut, but held his tongue. Honestly, all of them were sluts in their own way by now. It just depended on what they were thirsty for. Like knowledge for Twilight or video games for Willow.
“Yes~ we all are sluts!” Schrodinger cheered from Vinnie’s boobs, only to get gently pushed back in by Bryan, Vinnie was too amused to do so right away.
“…True, but I also believe it was from that time you first carried the Aspect of Life.” Bryan pointed out and Vinnie looked sad. “I know you were so well attuned to it, but you couldn’t stop trying to make bunnies. Now it’s with Visi and she’s able to restrain herself...better.” Bryan smirked, unable to ignore the memory of his now frequently horny and baby-hungry wife.
“I know and she’s so hot for being able to say no to herself. How about I go get her and we reward her?” Vinnie fluttered her eyes at him and Bryan snorted.
“Yeah, I think we should reward her. Romantically.” When was the last time they did anything romantic? Too damn long. That’s why Penta begged Kevin for vanilla sex!
“How? The Blade doesn’t have a restaurant.” Vinnie asked ditzily and Bryan closed his eyes.
“Vinnie, we can cook.” Bryan huffed and then Vinnie pulled him towards the kitchen.

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Ch.109 Aftermath
Aftermath 1
Aiur II meekly surrendered after the Pale Stallion, Bob, who would henceforth be known as Vitiate, sent out the kill command for the still networked clones of him. This spared him, yet killed the stallion who, for millennia, had been scheming to create a universe where gods did not exist and mortals had full control of their destinies. Honestly, that goal was something the Argentines agreed with, but not the means. Seriously. Omnicide should never be justified.
Anyway, with the UnSC crippled and things well-in-hand at the moment, one of the largest Megacorps ruling the Three Galaxies was, on paper, done for. Sure, the executives not on Aiur II and across the galaxies would be an issue, but they were just a fragment of the greater whole and would likely fall into infighting in short order anyway.
“By Profit! Praise Wiatr! She has delivered us victory!” One of the Corpus propaganda guys that somehow survived The Battle of Aiur II spouted even as he was herded with other captured POWs into a prison shuttle bound for Treasure Planet.
“Yes, yes, the gods are saved and all that, get in.” The Sentinel guiding the group huffed and shoved the fanatic in before closing the hatch. “This one’s full!” He banged on the hatch and left the landing pad.
“The Corpus will rule-!” Was heard somehow through the hull before the ship hovered up and then flew off into space.
This was a scene all over the spaceport, save for aboard the Bebop, Moondast Gruss and the Tarrasque, which were in the midst of receiving both their deployed Mobiles, captured Mobiles, injured soldiers and also some of the UnSC employees who, now devoid of a job, were being screened for membership in the Rebel Alliance or possible refugee status to Devorak.
The latter was mostly because the Argentines were still busy in orbit collecting their spoils from the defeated UnSC defense fleet. Otherwise, the pirates were sacking the city for everything of value to take with them to Devorak, because the Rebels who were glad to be pirates were eager to become official privateers for the Argentines and wanted some seed money for the move.
“So, how does it feel, now that it’s over?” Jet asked Spike, who was smoking atop the Bebop’s open hanger launch deck. There was plenty of safe space, so loitering in the safe zones was no issue for the shuttles and Mobiles loading the secretly massive solar-sail-covered brown trawler.
“Like shit. My Swordfish is blown again, my arm is broken from fighting a droid in melee, oh and an old friend challenged me to duel to the death.” Spike grumbled as he rubbed his gray eye.
“That mobster who turned your fiance against you?” Jet asked as he popped his beer’s tab. “Just call Marcus, I think we’re above petty mobsters now.”
“Considering we’re about to become official privateers in service to Her Royal Majesty? Yeah. I don’t think that dumbass knows what we’ve been doing for the last six months!” Spike laughed. “Six months ago I would have let my eye of the past drag me to my death. I’m seeing a future now beyond that hellhole of a planet and my traitor of an ex-fiance.”
“Spike, growing up? I never would have thought!” Faye commented when she approached and pinched Spike’s ass. “And who is the fiance? Should I punch her in the face? Be jealous?”
“No one we need to worry about. I fled the mob, she broke my heart by selling me out to save herself. That’s it really.” Spike sternly said to end the topic. “I’m leaving the past behind.” Spike pinched Faye’s butt in return and the pink slime hippogriff giggled along with her black slime wolf partner acting as her clothes, since Spike just pinched them both at the same time.
“Edward is proud of you two! Forget the past! No reason to run after it! Oh, and Papa found me!” Radical Edward declared before holding up her portable rig. “He’s meeting us on the other side of the portal!” Oh yeah, while the Bebop is bogged down for now, no reason they couldn’t attend other important matters in the meantime.
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I am rather bored right now. I am an action girl, not a sweat-the-details girl. Come on~! Where is the promised planetary-sized breeding~? Stuck in meetings and coordinating a mass-relocation of people to Devorak and importing battle droids to give the remaining Rebel Alliance more than a fair chance of succeeding in dethroning the Corps and emancipating the people of the Govs.
“Do you need sex?” Eris chuckled, the weakened Time Goddess had to use a cane to get around for now, but otherwise, the multi-colored draconequus serpent was still smug.
“Very, but I know everyone is busy. Being the muscle sucks when all ya can do is hurry-up-and-wait, but at the same time, I am not a think-things-through girl. I’ve always led by example, doing things myself and others followed, not actually direct them beyond the capacity of a small crew. All this politicking is too much.” I admitted as I turned from the observation port of the Vengeful Retributor. The Bebop was stuck planetside, so I came up here for space.
“Just be patient. As soon as we’re in our new home: you’re gonna get so pregnant~.” Eris teased and I pouted at her pointing out what I wanted was still just out of reach. “Besides, you don’t have to be active all the time. Why not hang out with Willow and game with her? I know you’re more of an active person, but gaming is a good pastime if you can’t vent your energy.”
“No thanks. Unless it’s one of those Dive things I heard rumors about the rich doing, I have no interest in staring at a screen and mashing buttons.” I denied despite that I enjoy gaming, but as a relaxing activity. I can’t relax when I’m wound up!
“Well, you could dance on the stripper poles again~.” Eris suggested and I perked, then grinned.
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“Alright! Everything is almost complete on our end. Once it’s done and you have things on your end ready, we make the last journey from this damn dimension and slam the portal shut behind us.” Visilia declared over the holographic call to Jet, who was still the leader of the Rebel Alliance until he joined the Argentines in leaving.
“Once the Folly arrives at Tarkus with Allen’s fleet, I’ll hand over leadership to him and they’ll take it from there.” Jet declared, eager to start a new chapter of his life with Eris at his side. His past could lie where it belonged, in the past. Besides, serving under Jane as her First Mate, aka: the one actually doing all the managing, would be fun.
“Anyway, Jet, could you verify something for me?” Visi asked when she forwarded the contents to Jet and he almost choked on his own spit. “I take it that even you didn’t know about this.”
“How did they find the Mafia’s main hideout?!” Jet sputtered, because while he didn’t really care about all that fracas anymore, he was still surprised at the mafia being mentioned. “Wait, don’t tell me they’re-!”
“It’s them, Jet. Bryan, especially. Trust me: we hate these sorts of groups because their backdoor dealings create chaos and break deals. It’s not tolerated and is punishable by death.” The demon goddess alicorn explained casually.
“…I think you Argentines need to calm down. We’re supposed to be leaving hopefully within a week, a month tops. Not try to solve every problem we can before we leave, that’s for the Rebels to deal with using the abundant and generous resources you’re providing, like that Forge Ship and Sweeper you donated to give them a leg up on things.” Jet sighed in resignation.
“No can do~! Not when assholes like that exist. We’ll tackle the big ones. Remember that one Mafia prick from the Syndicate? The one Spike said cannot die?” Visilia reminded Jet.
“Vicious, yeah. He’s got some sort of special ability that makes him untouchable when a killing blow is involved. Usually at the expense of the one attempting it.” Jet confirmed bitterly.
“With Bryan’s Lightsaber, that won’t be a problem at all.” Oh yeah. Red Lyrium. Visi brought up a good point. It would be safer if the Argentines take out some of the big ones before they leave.
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“Shake that ass, babe~!” Luster Dawn screamed up at the stage, where Jane was dancing on the pole like a born stripper. She had even worn a full bodysuit with a jacket, left boot and her right limb armor like when Brevane had her fun before the finale with Bob the Omnicidal Nerd.
“What’d I miss?!” Ionyx asked when he ran into the strip club, drink in hand, which he knocked back to take a big gulp. “Ah~!”
“Nothing much yet, just her boot, right arm armor-.” Whoops and whistles rang. “There goes the right leg armor. How does someone make removing armor so sexy?” Luster licked her lips.
“First, the person removing it has to be objectively sexy themselves. Then, their aura, their presence. Lastly, technique. The way she unclasped it, piece by piece, slid it down, unveiling more of her white bodysuit’s clear tight outlight of her leg, unf.” Ionyx grunted in approval.
“I swear, despite being born twice-over as a guy, Jane really was a true woman deep down.” Luster cooed as Jane began to slowly loosen the seam of her bodysuit starting at her collar while slowly twisting and writhing around and against the pole. “No wonder she took to it like a fish to water shortly after her sex change.” Then, the bodysuit seam reached her cleavage.
“Hey, at least it works here. Sex changes back on Earth in ancient times were nothing more than cheap imitation with no real benefit. Crudely primitive and had more drawbacks. Then again, they lost their magic and their beliefs were skewered beyond repair. Poor bastards.” Ionyx then joined everyone else is hooting when Jane shrugged her bodysuit down to her waist, revealing the golden micro-bikini barely hiding her nipples.
“Ouch. I didn’t know Bryan and so many others who made it to this day who lived in such a dystopian hellhole. At least gender reassignment surgery and magic in this current era is still real, reliable and safe.” Luster mewled and then cooed when Jane rocked her hips, wagged her tail, then her bodysuit slipped around her wide hips, down her thicc thighs, then she kicked it off with her paws, leaving her in just her micro bikini top and bottoms~.
“We find places like that through the Multiverse all the time.” Ionyx sighed and then laughed when Jane casually ripped her bikini top off to reveal gold heart-shaped pasties over her nipples! Then she ate the candy top while still dancing on the pole to much amusement. “Wait, was that actually edible?”
“Likely was, but Jane’s a Cyber Slime, she can eat anything.” Luster shrugged and enjoyed watching Jane repeat the act with her bikini bottom, revealing her womanhood was still covered in a golden pussy pastie. “I’m totally gonna fuck my fiance after this, wanna join? No breeding though, we’re saving that with the Harem at the Joining Honeymoon.”
“Sure!” Ionyx gave a thumbs up just before with a sensuous grope and knead, Jane tossed the nipple pasties into the crowd and began sandwiching the pole in her B-ball breasts and even kissing it like it was a cock she was pleasuring. “I may not be part of the Harem, but I am one of Brennie’s Chosen Studs, so I’m still on fuckbuddy status with everyone.”
“Good to know! Let’s head backstage to receive her~.” Luster hovered to the side stage door and Ionyx followed, not minding missing Jane removing her pussy pastie, since he’d be seeing far more than that in a moment.
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Bryan walked through the massacre of the Syndicate mafia. The pricks had tried and failed to stop their advance through the underground bunker beneath the city of Neo Vienna. It had been a slow, methodical grind down as they systematically executed each and every one of them. This latest sweep was both to double-tap and to try and find any hidden passages, caches, et cetera. Vicious had yet to be found, so he must be in some secret chamber somewhere.
Or out, that would suck rancid donkey nuts.
“He’s here and waiting for us.” Kevin remarked with certainty. “His mind is muted, an empty, cruel thing. It’s like he’s meditating, the sound of slicing blades and spilling blood playing in his mind on an endless loop.”
“Worthless.” Bryan retorted angrily with a shake of his head, because while clearly this bastard was an Adherent of Blood, blood spilled without purpose was wasted. Eventually they reached a large ornate door that was revealed after another pass of magic nullification aura before Bryan kicked it open.
A woman with long blond hair on the other side in a simple dress fired at them with a high-quality high-yield blaster rifle before Kevin knocked her out with a psychic pulse. The blond woman looked like the one Spike had described to be his ex-fiance. “So it seems the Syndicate uses mind-manipulating magic to get their way.” Kevin declared with a scoff.
“She’s a looker for sure, but Faye and Swerta are definitely an upgrade in the body department.” Then again, they were slimes, unfair in that regard. “Truss her up, see if you can’t unfuck her head so she can apologize to Spike before he’s out of her life for good. Give the drake some closure.” Bryan grunted dismissively of the woman before he marched towards where he expected Vicious was waiting.
“Got it.” Kevin dragged the woman towards him before he teleported out of there. Moments later, in a bougie-ass open room, they arrived to see a white-haired human man waiting boredly on a red velvet throne with a holoprojector in front of him and a massive, beautiful white cormorant-descended bird roosting on top of the back of the chair.
“Finally came to make me pay?” The man who could only be Vicious droned as he fed his bird some bugs from his palm. “Aside from Spike, I think you might be the only ones who can.”
“Yep. He’s got a Curse of Undying laid upon him. Not Undeath.” Vinnie confirmed with her optics tinted a rainbow of colors. She can’t fully attune to Tzeentch anymore, but she can still query.
“I don’t care. Stay out of my way.” Everyone sighed loudly at Bryan being Bryan. There was no point in arguing and he was gonna pull off some bullshit again.
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*Gulp, gulp, gulp!* I swallowed the stud’s cum with relish. Which, considering Ionyx is one of Brennie’s Chosen Studs, was both incredibly copious in quantity as well as quality. The stallion tasted like cinnamon candy and his cum was like drinking a mint cream. What kinds of blessings or mods has Brennie put this seasoned ancient earth pony demon through? He petted my head, giving my ears a fond scratch moments before he stopped, seemingly by will.
I popped off of his arm-length and thick dick and sighed as I patted the half-hard turgid tumescence. “Nice~. I should give Brennie’s other studs a try. Sorry, no vaginal or I might not be able to resist getting bred, stud.” I squeezed his flare with a cheeky grin and then he laughed.
“No worries, but my Goddess gets first dibs on carrying my foals.” Ionyx stated and I hummed with appreciation that he had priorities and his goddess was at the top. “Besides, I’ve had enough fun watching you and Luster go at it and having me baste you both in a bukkake shower.” Heh, yeah~. If I wasn’t a slime, I’d be coated in minty cum right now~. “Hm~?”
“Such a very productive stud you are~.” Luster cooed while she fondled his balls and I stroked his rapidly stiffening phallus. “Let’s get you to coat us again before you go.” Luster and I sandwiched his cock between our tits and we began kissing and tonguing his shaft together.
“Oh~.” Ionyx groaned and thrust his hips in time with our double paizuri.
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“Here ya go.” Spike gawked at the head of Vicious that was dropped at his feet, along with the bound and gagged, terrified blond woman, who looked excited and hopeful at the sight of Spike without the mind fuckery she was under. “Have fun.” Bryan and his battle siblings left the dragon to handle his shit and went back to seeing how progress was going on getting all the people who want out of this universe on the other side of the dimensional boundary.
“I can’t believe the secret to killing him was death by a thousand cuts.” Vinnie huffed in disappointment at such an anime way of dealing with the swordsman.
“Yeah, but he didn’t go for that. He went in there with just his fist and tortured him first.” Rico reminded her and her cheeks just puffed up further. Again, Bryan pulled off some bullshit through the simplest of methods before using the actual one to finish the job. Asshole.
“Hey angels!” They perked at the voice of one of the new waifus this adventure had granted them and turned with smiles at the approaching Kui-Tan sisters Kiro and Kally. “Figured we’d stick around with you even if Treasure Planet has been relocated to Devorak thanks to help from Jovia.” Pretty much the entire Kui-Tan race has emigrated to Devorak with it.
“Right, Jovia unbirthed the Genesis Engine, fused it with the Divinity Engine, then birthed it someplace secret in Triangulum before doing that.” Edward hummed, remembering some of the major plans for the mass exodus of people fleeing this universe for promise of a better life in Devorak. The race of Tanukis were all-too-happy to relocate after how this realm treated them.
“Yep, so the Blade is waiting for us on the other side, somewhere. Just remember that after things get settled, we’re still joining Jane’s privateer fleet.” Kally reminded, since the Kui-Tan as a society were accustomed to piracy after generations of it as a means of survival.
“Yeah, no worries-eek?!” Bryan turned to Brennie when her tail got pulled on and was whisked away by Kiro and Kally, who were cackling about making off with ‘the booty’.
“These have got to be the best space pirates I’ve ever seen.” Rico commented with a smirk.
“Better than your 82nd Airborne in just about every aspect.” Edward ribbed playfully.
“Oh, fuck you.” Rico sneered with a tone of good humor.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Edward wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.
“What?” Vinnie blinked since she thought she was hearing things.
“Nothing.” Rico and Edward casually dismissed.
“It’s just them being them, sis.” Kevin declared before disappearing from the group.
“Well, I guess now it’s just the waiting game for all the refugees and remaining personnel to take the ride over to Devorak. I’m gonna go find Jane or somebody to spend time. Later.” Vinnie waved at Rico and Edward before she teleported away.
“...So, what do we do?” Rico asked expectantly and Edward hummed as he rubbed his chin.
“Someone should make sure the donated Sweeper, Forger and the cargo ship filled with B1 droids are all in order before we leave. Don’t wanna leave the Rebels high and dry.” Edward responded and Rico seemed disappointed. “Oh, fine, we can hang out for a bit first.”
“I call player 1.” Rico declared as he headed towards the private quarters.
“You always call player 1.” Edward huffed, the white wolf pouting at the black wolf.
“Then call it faster.” Rico cheekily suggested.