We all marveled at the sight of the bugs being torn apart ship by ship. Even the non-military personnel are in absolute awe at the feat. We are so use to being on the losing side of the war that we never really thought that this ship, newly named BFS (big fucking ship) Horn Dog by me, could be a match for all the 34 ships that are in sector.
I got a lot of shit for that when the rest of the gals looked at me with Miranda saying “Louise? Are you sure that you haven’t been rutted enough?”.
I just shrugged my shoulders at the time. How could I have known that BFS Horn Dog could be a power house of a pirate ship? Because once Ryu was done killing them off, he looted the ever-loving shit out of them. And the things he looted, we would have never thought about.
Who would have thought that the nest ships were maid out of metal that the Horn Dog could use to expand itself while in dry dock on the planet surface?
That caught everyone by surprise. We all went and found the schematics of the ship and saw that it was indeed made out of organic designs. Now Mia is even more hornier than ever. We all knew she is a voyeur, but we never considered that she is that big of one!
More fun for her I guess.
Oh! We also went and used the upgrade machine to enhance ourselves for combat and space life.
Not that kind of combat you perverts!
Yeah sure. We spent a good deal upgrading our looks to enhance what we already have, what women wouldn’t? But we also spent a good deal getting use to our new lungs that can now breath in the toxic atmospheres that we normally what die in. We also made some small adjustments to our stomachs to better process the high protein diets that we tend to digest whenever we can these days.
We have been spending more time being a mother than the ‘princesses’ we once were. Hence the once a weak meal with high protein.
I would tell all the technical stuff, but the women reading this already know what we have done. And that is all that matters.
All that took about 5 months to do. Right now we are currently docked to a space dock for bartering. Ryu said he had some dealings here before he went to sleep. And he was quite upset when he saw how laxed this pirate space station has become.
According to him, this station gave Terran hell back in the day when us Terrans first went into space and started colonizing space as our own. Instead of killing for, they would make a sport out of who they would scare off and how many. And any of the ships they disabled went into making this station that is orbiting a newly make star.
The station is actually 17 rings that encircle the star, meeting at certain points for ships to dock. Then there is the structural supports that are used for living quarters and street businesses. Each of the rings are colors red to help hide its presence from all eyes that are looking their way.
Each of the main rings are docks that is currently pumping out thousands of ships for sale. Anywhere from luxury ships to small pirate ships to battle frigates that the Navy now uses. But better since they don’t have the restrictions that the Navy imposes on the builders back on Terran. As each battle frigate can easily destroy one of ours. Ryu was kind enough to show us the difference between the two.
When we finally docked, he kicked everyone off the ship, citing “you don’t want to be on it when she remodels herself”.
I actually forgot that tidbit also when I named her. Tee-hee.
She wasn’t really happy with me when I named her. But she decided to keep it while saying that she is going to rename herself to what Ryu was going to anyways. Which is PSS Raven with the fake name of UMK Bloody Maiden.
Why? No one knows since he won’t tell us.
Back to the screen that is making me go all goo-goo as my eyes try to pop out of my head.
The girls and I with our children are staring at a flower park with flowers that are a certain shade of pink. We all tried to gather why, but we were told by the owner that the wife of the original owner was actually a lesbian pirate that wanted ‘virgin’ flowers. But she needed a place to do that. And since she was actually a well-known pirate at the time, she had to marry some poor schmuck that got castrated after her third birth.
We immediately left there in order to prevent our daughters from getting into something that might come back and bite us in the ass. After that embarrassing escape, we went shopping to look at all the things this place had to offer.
We were in the middle of trying on some ‘nice’ panties and bras when Ryu called and said that the ship will need at least two weeks to make all the adjustments needed and implement all the new weapons and targeting systems that are now being installed. We became a bit worried that we might now have enough money for all the crotchless and open-ass panties with the matching open bras that went with them. Ryu assured us that he has enough money to buy this star station and 40 others just like it.
That was how the next three and a half weeks went as we went from shop to shop that caught our attentions. Ryu however, went to the weapon shops, game shops, and anything else that would normally piss us women off for spending unnecessary amounts of money on worthless trinkets. But since he has a bottomless bank account, we didn’t say anything for as long as we could buy what we wanted. Which is pretty much anything that is skimpy and whorish.
The reason behind our judgement in that is that we found out that the men on the ship have their own decks that they can use as they see fit as do the women. Each room has been tailored to their own wants and desires to suite the individuals needs and wants.
We and Ryu actually have half a deck to ourselves. As the children have the other half for themselves for when they grow up. So we decided to walk around as naked as we can. Who said that women can’t enjoy the free feeling of letting it all hang loose like the men do? We just have more important things to worry about than them. Hence why we dress as nice as we can.
But I will freely admit it is for Ryu as he is currently knotted in me driving me to my favorite spot on the clouds.
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“Louise sure has turned into the whore she has always wanted to for her ideal man, hasn’t she?” Diana asks as she is watching in amusement as Louise is demanding that Ryu stop what he is doing to her. But also demanding for him to pound her harder into the floor.
Well I am all for watching and everything, but I want to spend more time with my daughter before I give birth to my son that isn’t to far away. Wonder how she will feel when she has to watch him later on in the future. Ah. I can see it now.
Wonder what I can teach my daughter since I technically don’t know what it means to be a pirate. Ryu informed us that technically there is no such thing as a true pirate since pirates are people from the different navies all around the Terran world that was either abandoned by the different countries or left for dead. They in turn decided to live their lives free of any obligations to those countries and began to pilfer and pillage the sea faring vessels.
If that is the case, then I have loads to teach her. Ryu even informed me that a woman pirates greatest asset isn’t there skill with a gun or piloting, but their assassination abilities. Like luring their unsuspecting pray to bed before killing them. And much more.
So I guess I and some of the others will be teaching the perfect skills of seduction to our daughters and Ryu can teach our sons how the other aspect is done. Wonder what he will teach them? Probably how to woo their feminine targets. Hehe.
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My musing is finished as we hear Louise scream her head off as Ryu finishes inside of her. I can only smirk as he gently lays her down on our ultra-king size bed. How sweet that he tries to be gentle~.
“Nothing better than to rob some ships after a nice hard fuck ladies!” that AI thing says over the coms.
I really want to pull her core out and give it a piece of my mind! How the hell can I rob a ship when we are just a few days short of giving birth? Hell! I can barely move as it is without going into contractions!
Wait! Contractions? Oh shit!
“Hurry and get the fucking doc in here you damn robotic piece of shit tin can!” I yell as a really hard one hits.
23 hours. 23 bloody hours and I give birth to a beautiful daughter that for some odd reason gives me the feeling that she will grow up to be just like her father.
Welp. Hope the universe is ready. Because I am going to teach her everything I know to land the perfect man when she is old enough! Mothers beware of the soon to be strutting woman that has been born!
Now where is the good stuff! Best part about giving birth is the meds the docs give you. Loopy-ville, here I come!
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I watch and listen to the choir of women giving birth with a smile that all fathers have. As well as a smirk that signifies that I am quite glad that I don’t have to deal with that amount of pain. Heres to stealing their meds!
Or I would if they did not booby trap the hell out of them. Kind of fun though. They set up different types of traps to punish me, and I spend the next few days trying to get past them.
I sold one back to them for 3000 in cash. Had to run for my life as I laughed when they found out that it was one of the ones I stole from them. Hehe.
As fun as it was and getting paid from my own money was kind of refreshing in a way, they had to be drugged up to lower their blood pressure after chasing me around for a good hour. So best not do that again.
I guess I should have Tu, the AI onboard this ship, create a list of things that I can use to stop the genetic breakdown as I did so very long ago. Now that was a time of true stress. Having to actually get into dog fights with other ships.
The last fight I got into with those genderless bastards, we may have destroyed their ships as the started the damn fight, but we got hit with that nano-virus stuff that killed off all of my crew. Now that is some nasty stuff.
I promised the girls that I would not do anything stupid with them. So I guess I skirted that when I ‘injected’ the counter for such weapons. Have to love the sexual appetite of the fairer gender. As that is practically the only way we males can do anything to them without them knowing. But getting them past medical scans is another story entirely.
Speaking of those genderless idiots. I remember stashing away several of their cargo and battleships somewhere near the center of the Milky Way Galaxy. Now I just have to figure out if the short hop and a skip will destroy the ships when I breach the event horizon to take them the chop shop that I know in Andromeda.
Going by the figures, there shouldn’t be any problems. But to much of a good thing, regardless of what it is, is bound to agree with Einstein’s law of “for every action, there is an equal and opportune reaction”. I hope the ‘reaction’ has a bed involved with me in it.
But knowing my luck in such situations, it will be us fighting our way out.
The jump should take at most a day to travel from the out cluster to the approximately 40 lightyears from any of the negative effects of the blackhole. As for how far out I am talking about, picture the SOL system in the outer claws of the spiral. I think Sol is about 50,000 light years from the edge. We were approximately 12 lightyears from the edge.
Man I love the jump tech of my ship.
I had found her back in 2136 in a shipwreck zone. She had taken hits from something that left deep wounds in her outer and inner hull. Her hull was oval shaped and had spikes jutting out of her body like some sort of spiked blueish metallic football. We were able to get the propulsion going to fly her out of there to an ally of mine when we first made contact in 2055.
When we got her into a drydock, we learned very quickly that she we indeed organic in nature. While her hull may appear to be metallic, that is actually her bones. Even the beds we stayed in can be considered organic flesh like that of a soft tongue. You could say that we were literally given a tongue bath. No wonder we felt both clean and very disturbed after a night’s rest.
Speaking of. I wonder if she is still alive. Her race normally lives for 15 thousand years or so. And according to how long I have been asleep, she should only be about 9 thousand or so years old by now. Wonder if the girls are ready to see the home system that my servants are from. I can only grin at that.
They were also the raise to help me and my crew with getting the ‘eternal youth’ stuff squared away. But instead of stopping our ageing, we simply slowed it down. While my old crew thought that a few thousand years would be enough, I went all out and slowed my ageing to where I can live for the next 200 million years.
Wonder how badly I will get bitched at when my bed warmers find out about it? Knowing them, they will most likely whine that I should have told them about it so they can slow their ageing down.
Going to the bridge of my ship, I inform the sons and daughters of my original crew where our destination is located. Then we enter the event horizon of both a wormhole and subspace.
I can never really wrap my head around what happens when we are inside of it. since we are technically outside space and time, but at the same time inside of it. Last time I asked one of my old engineers about it, they simply said that while we are in this area, we stop ageing all together while the universe continues to age normally. How the hell that happens, I have no idea.
All I know is that while we are in here, we can travel distances far faster than by normal means. I guess the race who built Tu has mastered inter universal travel. Or are they plane travelers now? Who knows. I certainly don’t and don’t really care either. I am just glad I can use Tu as my love nest with the nine beauties that I currently have.
Not wanting to spend the next 20 plus hours on the bridge, I head to the recovery room that I had Tu remodel. I figured that since the crew of humans, Terrans they like to be called now, and the demi-humans, who loved it if I would just call them beastkin, were in it for the long hall, they might tjust get frisky with each other.
As much as I want to tell them not to have kids while doing so, I think about mine and think ‘what the hell’. Some of them might even leave the ship to find a stable place to live outside of Terrans control. For that, I will need to visit Andromeda, 1, 3, and 9, SagDAS, NGS 300, and NGC 2403.
Regardless of what those pussies at the local astrology department say, there is life out there on certain planets that they did not account for. Like one of the races that did not have eyes, ears, nose, nor mouth to use. Instead, their skin absorbs the ambient energy from the suns as their way of feeding. They do not need air nor food to survive like all those prissy Ancient Alien Theorist and Astrologers claim they need.
I once had a talk with a few and laughed my ass off when they said all life needed air and water to survive. So after first contact, which was shitty by the way, I went out and asked for a few dignitaries to accompany me back to my home when it was still called earth. Just before we made Jupiter into a planetary orbital fueling station in 2197.
Everyone and anyone who saw them found out just how full of shit they really are. Especially when they learned that the race I brought back was actually the race that first came by earth 23 trillion years before humans become ‘intelligent’ beings. That really pissed off the scientific community, as that meant that our time reference was off by who knows how many years.
I even took a few of those nerds and geeks who called bullshit on who they were back to their home planet that is literally a planet in the center on two circling red dwarfs. The planet is only inhabitable do to the suns still being roughly the distance of the midway point between Mercury and Terra. Once they saw this, they literally started crying like little children throwing a temper tantrum.
Of course I laughed my ass off watching this.
From there, I went to as many different galaxies that I could go to and became a pirate of sorts when I was constantly attacked. I was an even bigger pirate when I found out that Tu could ‘eat’ the other ships and integrate their systems into herself. Including their weapons and defensive systems. And don’t get me started on their knowledge. That was a pain in the ass to have placed inside my head. Had a headache for nearly 3 weeks before it went away.
I was in the middle of talking to my ladies when I was called back up to the bridge. From the sound of things, there was an emergency drop-out of the space we were in. So I ran as fast as I could back to the bridge.
As I arrived, I can see a flamboyant yet beautiful ship that I have seen before. And boy did the cold sweat begin to poor down my back. There is only one ship that I know of that looks a lot like that one. And if it is, I just hope she and my new bed warmers can get along. The reason being, is that I had a bit of fun on the opposite side of the Milky Way Galaxy. That tryst was with a woman that I did not know nor care to know at the time.
And as all men tend to take a dip in the pool when they are piss drunk, I dipped into that pool for a good 13 hours thanks to my enhancements I got. But what I did not count for at the time, which got me to number one status on their hitlist, is that she, if this is her, is the Matriarch of the demon race known as Hellion form the planet Hellios on the opposite side of the galaxy. About equal distance from the outer and inner reaches of the galaxy.
And just my luck, the succubus herself popped on screen with a very pissed of look.
“So glad to see you again husband. Our children have been looking forward to seeing you these past few thousand years.”
Maybe I should have made it a quick dip instead of a swimming lesson.
Wonder how pissed they would be when they find out that I have another woman on different planet?