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The Space Bimbo Chapter 14: A Hero For Engy By Draconicon

Jo had hoped for more from the eagle, but by the time that his eyes glazed over, she'd only gotten one orgasm of her own. Maybe she was losing that hair trigger that she started with, or maybe she was just getting higher standards, but it was a bit frustrating to deal with so few challengers to her skill these days.

The lizard shook her head as she dismounted the eagle, feeling his seed running down from her pussy in rivers. He had grown to a good two feet, big enough to punch into her womb regularly. A real weapon, that, and one that would have caused her some real discomfort if she hadn't had Barnabas replace her womb with a pleasure tube six months ago after her tastes had gotten her into some serious pregnancy trouble.

You know, this isn't exactly making it easy for me, either, VANE said in the back of her head. I'm still trying to get a good show, and you always tilt your head back. I can't actually see what they're doing.

You can still feel it, quit complaining.

Yeah, but not for long. You're too good at making them cum fast.

I'm a soldier. That's what I do.

Imagine saying that a year ago...

Shaking her head, Jo waved Kale forward. The orca knelt down at the side of the eagle, whispering the usual pacifying instructions that they had for their captives. It wouldn't take long for the enemy commander to believe himself on their side, and maybe he might have a chance to be convinced that he'd have a better life in the Boy Toys.

Well, maybe not the Boy Toys. Maybe the Toy Army.

In the year since she had given up her resistance to the sexual nature of this world, she had come to a number of realizations, and one of them was that she needed to set up her own place of power. With her skills, she couldn't afford to just let other people call the shots. She needed to use her own judgment to make sure that she was doing the right thing, taking out the right people.

In order to do that, she needed to have the power to back up her own independence. With the core force of the Boy Toys, she expanded her power base on every mission that she went on. It started out small, but soon the core twenty-four men expanded to a hundred, then to two. When she had enough, she put the Boy Toys in charge of their own group, and they went out on their own missions, turning them from a simple squad to a mercenary company of some renown.

And from there, with her Boy Toys turning people to the light and showing them that there was good leadership and good benefits waiting for them if they signed up, it was easy to form the Toy Army, the first real mercenary group that governed itself and had enough power and prestige to own a complete planet.

"Get him in the cargo bay. I want him completely restrained on the trip home, just in case."

"You got it, Jo," the orca said. "I'll make sure to take special care with him."

"No need for that. He's not that good; just make sure that he doesn't have that pistol with him. Hell, put THAT thing in the security locker. I don't want anyone touching it until Barnabas has a chance to look at it."

"Understood."

Nodding at her orca, the lizard left the bridge. She wasn't too surprised to find Elizabeth hard at work fucking one of the birds that they'd left in the hall leading in, but she needed the otter to pay attention to her for the moment.

One finger up the ass stopped the otter in his tracks, and the former bounty hunter turned to look her in the eye.

"Mmph...did you really have to do that?"

"We're gonna need to work on genetically keying that, you know. If any of them had gotten so much as a pinkie in you -"

"Yeah, but they didn't, did they?"

"But they might have."

"But they didn't."

Rolling her eyes, Jo gestured for the otter to pull out and follow her. Elizabeth did as he was told, the buff twink stepping up to her side and keeping pace with her.

"What's up?"

"I'm going to have you take the interrogation when we get back."

"You want me to fuck the guy up?"

"Well, mostly fuck him up. Make him see what he's been doing to the others."

"Feminizing?"

"Maybe. We'll see how much he's got to offer."

"Pity. I'd like to see his ass grow."

"You're just saying that because you love big butts."

"Just like yours, 'mistress.'"

Even with the quotation marks around the word, Jo smiled. It had been a bone of contention between them for the first month after they'd deal with the Anti-Bodies cult, but it was long-since settled who was on top and who was not. The lizard had made it clear during a series of fuck-fests that had lasted throughout the day, and neither of them questioned it anymore.

It had been fun, though. Elizabeth had been one of the only ones that could match her in stamina before the transformation. These days, it had to be agreed that Jo didn't go for the otter's ass when they were sparring, otherwise it would be over too quickly.

Looking her former rival over, Jo could still see hints of the old woman in the new man. There was a soft curve to the hips that still reminded her of the wide flare that had been there before, and she could see a hint of fat around the otter's pecs that might have once been breasts. But other than that, the muscles and the thick chest plates that the otter had for muscle-armor was all new.

It had been quite the transformation. Despite the temptation to make another muscle stud, Jo had turned down her bigger fetishes in order to make sure that Ellizabeth still looked something like an otter. Thick shouldered and slender-hipped, bubble-butted but with a dick that would not quit, the otter had a good, hot body for fucking and being fucked.

And there were days when Jo's strap-on saw a great deal of use.

More than that, Elizabeth had become her second-in-command. Kale was still the one that was first over the other Boy Toys, but the otter was the one that ran everything, was the one that led the more dangerous field missions when Jo couldn't get there herself. It was all down to Elizabeth's raw skill on the battlefield, and the two of them were nearly neck and neck with the stats from the battlefield.

Though I'm just barely ahead right now...

"Anything else, mistress?"

"Yeah. Make sure that he doesn't lose his head. I still want all that info he's carrying around."

"Thinking we can take out the rest of his organization?"

"Probably could now, considering that ship wasn't exactly hiding its trajectory, but let's not risk bouncing into a black hole somewhere."

"Heh, first time you've turned down a deep dark hole."

"I was about to say the same thing about you."

The two of them chuckled, Jo shaking her head.

"Get everything ready and meet me at the ship. I'll get us ready for departure."

"Understood, Mistress."

The otter darted back onto the bridge, helping Kale get things set up, and the lizard made her way back to the ship.

It was a new one, one that was fitted with the latest in anti-ship weaponry. She'd been surprised that there was so little in the way of destructive weaponry when she got around to designing it. After learning that there were mining lasers and rockets for blowing apart asteroid fields in the way of bigger shipping lanes, she assumed that there were ways of converting those for ship use, but apparently there were things that were hard-wired into the weapons that kept them from firing upon anything recognizable as transport, freight, or something that could be a living being.

Apparently, there'd been a lot of testing to work out the kinks, and even now, the weapons were finicky and could end up refusing to work because the onboard systems were sure that the user was trying to shoot at something living. Annoying, but understandable.

What she had instead were heat cannons, something that could melt metal and give her a way into a ship without damaging it utterly. They were too small to do much beyond cut a ship-sized hole in the side, just big enough for the landing port to slide into and block, and the weapons refused to fire from more than three kilometers out. It sounded like a long distance, but in space, conflicts could often be resolved from as far away as a hundred kilometers, as long as you could see your target.

The guns were still lodged in the floor, and she just knew that the metal plating would come up when she turned the ship around to leave. Shaking her head, she walked up the gangplank.

The ship was situated so that the engines and their power source were under the belly of the ship, kept away from those dogfighters that liked to get right behind her and shoot at the engines normally. They wouldn't shut down from that, and it usually gave her time to come around and get them with her weapons.

The ship was also atypical in that it was designed to let people out the front rather than the back. Storage came first, which was mostly modified so that her squad could tie themselves to the wall and hold tight until they crashed into something, and then hop down the gangplank. She saw that a few of the different straps for extra people were taken up with birds. Apparently, the Boy Toys had found some new toys of their own that they wanted to take along.

That was fine. She walked through the storage area, up the stairs towards the living area. There were a few machines bolted to the walls that produced food and drink, and she paused just long enough to get herself a coffee before turning up the other stairs towards the cockpit.

There, she flopped down, her tail curling up along her back and resting along her shoulder as she looked out the window. The hole in the ship was more visible from up here, since the cockpit was on top of the ship and looked down at the plugged spot that she'd made. The shield from her ship was keeping the air inside from being sucked out, but the minute they pulled away...

Well, there was a reason they'd be shutting the bulkheads before they left, and a reason for putting all the unconscious enemies behind them.

She leaned back, her bare feet up on the console as she looked up at the stars. So many of them, and she'd not even visited a single percentage of the systems out there yet. Her missions had taken her to so many different places, but there was still so much to see.

You sound a little, heh, star-struck.

Oh, shut up on the bad jokes.

I know, I know. But still, not going soft on me, are you?

I don't know. Are you going 'soft' on me? I haven't felt you doing anything to mess me up lately.

Eh, you're too good to screw up.

That was a bit of an odd thing for VANE to say. She cocked her head to the side, looking into her coffee as she tried to marshal her thoughts. But he beat her to it.

I'm thinking of having Barnabas take me out of here again.

What, and leave me without an AI? That's a bit heartless. Am I getting that boring?

No, just...finding it a bit dull not being able to choose things so much anymore. I kinda want to try something new.

Like a whole new body?

Yes, but not an organic one.

...You want to be a golem body? Or a droid, or something?

Yeah. Heh. Maybe a sex-bot. Could be fun.

That would be rather strange. She hadn't thought that the AI would ever want to leave her body, particularly with how much he enjoyed the feeling of sex with her. That said, it was entirely understandable that he would want to have a body of his own. She hadn't let him have control since that last time when they went to the brothel, and that had not gone the best for either of them.

I'll talk with Barnabas about it. Maybe he'll listen to me if he doesn't listen to you.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

You mean you appreciate all of this, she thought, running her hand down her side and along her middle. The AI laughed.

Shaking her head, she turned her eyes back to the stars, sipping the coffee as she heard everyone getting onboard. It wouldn't be long before they left for Sin, and then...well, then she'd have to put on that public face again and see how it went. They always wanted a show down there.

And to be fair, she always enjoyed giving them.

The ship came out of light speed over the blue and black planet that she had come to call Sin. It had an official designation in someone's registry, but to her, that was all that it needed to be called.

It was a half-water, half-wasteland planet, something that was hardly the best sort of place to raise a family, but for a bunch of soldiers that wanted to be as strong as possible, it was perfect. There were fuck-beasts on the wasteland side, tentacle monsters in the ocean, and the extreme conditions of either half of the planet meant that no soldier was coddled when they were actually on maneuvers.

It was not a kind place, but it was a fun place.

Jo brought the ship into orbit, following the pathway to the beacon in the City of Lasciviousness, knowing that it would come into view after a few circles of the planet. It was the biggest settlement that they'd put together, hosting about two million people. About a quarter of that were soldiers under her banner, while the rest had been drawn in by the fame that she represented, and the legend that she embodied.

There were about a dozen other ones on the planet, including one that was building up underwater, but the City of Lasciviousness was the biggest, her capitol. She smiled as she felt the g-forces grip the ship, the atmosphere starting to shake and rattle it.

"Do you have to take it at such a shallow angle?" Elizabeth grunted from the copilot's seat. "It always feels like you're trying to rattle the whole thing apart!"

"You know me. I like to take it slow."

"I like to get this part over with. Just take a dive bomb for the next thirty thousand feet or so."

"Yeah, no."

The otter arched an eyebrow, his finger hovering over the button for the thrusters. One push, and they'd drop more than a couple thousand feet. They'd lose all thrust save for what they'd already built up through momentum, and the atmosphere was thick enough that they'd be slowed down by friction very, very quickly.

Thankfully, it only took a shake of the head to get the otter to pull his hand back. He was obedient, still.

Three orbits, and they were low enough for the rattling to start to subside, replaced with a burning heat on all sides of the ship. It was enough to get them all pleasantly sweating, wet and damp along the forehead, chest, back, everywhere. Jo shook her head, glad for the gloves she was wearing as she turned them down towards the beacon, adjusting their path by a few degrees.

Another orbit, and she could make out the spires of the city's defenses in the distance. There were weapons entrenched in the mountains around the city, mostly to deal with the fuck-beasts, but there were a few that were designed to take down incoming ships, too. She sped towards them, circling around the city as she hit the retro-rockets.

There were, as ever, a few grunts from the storage bay down below from soldiers that hadn't braced properly, and she knew that there'd be the usual complaining that would be silenced by laughing officers. Nobody ever had it right every time.

She circled the city, looking down at it. There were hundreds of people in the streets, perhaps thousands. She could make out the different districts of her home fortress, and she was pleased to see that the shields on the outer walls were all up and running properly. There were people on maneuvers outside, all of them tracking her, lighting her ship up with a hundred thousand different notifications of weapons attempting to lock on.

Everyone's doing their jobs.

"Circling ship. Identify yourself," her ship's radio suddenly said. Elizabeth picked up the communicator to answer.

"This is Scout Ship In-Yer-Dick-Sir, requesting permission to land. Carrying Commander Jo and Under-Commander Elizabeth."

"Welcome home, Commander, Under-Commander. Docking Bay 69 is ready for you."

"Is that a joke or a serious number?"

"...My mistake. Docking Bay 34."

"Okay. Thanks."

The radio transmissions topped, and Jo turned the ship towards the indicated docking bay. It was one of those that was on the side of the defense spires, which was fine with her. She could use the walk.

They landed with a minimum of fuss. As soon as the fires of the engines cut out, the landing team was already moving towards the ship. Security officers with bondage rope-casters, hover-tables for taking prisoners and wounded away, and even a few mentalists to make sure that anyone fighting the commands could be brought down to a mind-blanked state as quickly as possible. They were already ready for them, trained to take on anything that Jo brought back.

She was proud of them. Very proud.

As she put down the landing gangplank, her men jumped into action. The prisoners were taken out, including the eagle commander, and she shook her head as she pulled off her seatbelt.

"Almost feels like you don't really need me, heh."

"Honestly, mistress, we don't," Elizabeth said. "Not for this, at least. You want to head back to your chambers? Get ready to give your nightly speech and all that?"

"Might as well. Tell Barnabas to meet me."

"Pre or post shower?"

"Post."

"You know he's still holding out hopes of getting in your bed."

"Yeah, but he's not my type."

"Too feathery?"

"Too nervous."

And that was just it, honestly. She had gotten around her annoyance at his constant perversity, and had done a lot to bring herself around to seeing things from his point of view. At the same time, she had to admit that there was something about his constant anxiety and shyness that made it very hard to feel like she wanted to fuck him. She was fine conquering people and putting them down, and she was fine with giving someone that was dominant enough a chance to fuck her and see how they did.

But someone that just mumbled and trailed off when she was there, when he couldn't bring himself to be confident to actually push forward and do something...well, it was hard to feel much in the way of attraction.

Didn't mean that he wasn't a good friend. Just meant that he wasn't the kind of person that she'd go out of her way to fuck. Or even go along with it from a simple ask.

As the last one off the ship, Jo made sure that the whole thing was locked up before disembarking. All the different straps were hanging in the proper spot to be pulled over a chest at a quick load-up. All the gun racks were properly secured. The controls were locked before shutdown, requiring DNA and thumbprints to pull back online. Everything was properly secured.

As she left the ship, she wasn't too surprised to see that there was a hovercraft waiting for her at the edge of the landing pad. It was piloted by a fox that had been in her bed a couple of times, one of the earlier recruits before she had lost the ability to meet with everyone due to sheer numbers. He grinned at her, pushing up a pair of flight goggles to ogle her properly.

"Heh, how's the armor tattoos treating you, mistress?" he asked.

"Doing pretty well, actually. Definitely an improvement on the armored jumpsuit."

"Yeah, it works so much better when you don't have to wear anything. You can just -"

"Yeah, heh, I know how it works."

It did require an AI to manage all the workarounds, admittedly, but most of the soldiers had at least one combat AI installed in their bodies these days. With Barnabas working hard on nanites that would be able to materialize weapons for the men and women serving on Sin, it meant that they needed additional processing power to handle the nanites in their bodies. A normal brain couldn't process the information at the speed required, and it could end up leaving someone completely braindead, according to the docs.

So, AIs implanted in the base of the brainstem were the way forward. Most of them weren't quite as...peculiar as VANE was, but he was the prototype, and they were slowly learning from the people that they were implanted in.

In this case, the AI worked with the nanites that formed the various decorative tattoos that most of the soldiers had and manipulated them to harden in different positions and colors and configurations along the body. It was almost a living armor, artful. Something pretty in a life of hardship.

She liked the idea of it, particularly as Elizabeth had been the one to bring it forward and show off how it worked for his old body before the change. Jo had adopted it as soon as Barnabas had been able to sync it up with VANE's systems.

It was a reminder that she'd need to get another one when VANE got a new body, but it was better to think about that now than later.

"So, you want a ride?" the fox asked.

"Nah, I'll walk."

"Heh, if you're sure. It's late, and you know what that means."

"Yeah. Parties and duty-dodgers."

"I'll follow from the sky, if you like."

"Nah. You go and get yourself to one of the parties. You'll want to get as relaxed as you can before tomorrow."

"...Please tell me we're not going hunting again?"

"You got it."

"Goddamn it..."

She chuckled at the fox as he took to the skies, cursing up a blue streak that would have made a sailor blush. She shook her head, turning to the tower and climbing down to street level. It was a good couple hundred feet, more like descending down a hotel than a guard tower, but it was good exercise for her legs.

And it was good to remind herself of what she had planned for the next day.

The fuck-beasts were not just good for training, but also good for supplies. Their fluids - blood, cum, and other things - were already designed around the idea of making their prey more amenable to getting fucked. When they brought down the first one when they were settling here, Barnabas had done a bit of experimenting and found out that, with a little scientific work, the fluids could be turned into highly viable sex weapons.

And considering they were getting low on some of his supplies, they needed to go on a hunt to get another one. People would be fucked, but hey, that was part of life these days.

As soon as Jo hit street level, she set herself to a jog. Her legs didn't like it - in fact, they complained quite loudly about it through VANE - but she kept it in the back of her mind. She needed to get back to her own quarters before Barnabas got there and startled rifling through her panties.

Not to mention that, once night fell - and it had - the city streets were open to hunting. Soldiers were allowed to hunt down other people that were off-duty, and if those being hunted were caught, it was an automatic fuck-fight with them at a handicap. Some soldiers used it as a way to hone their skills, others used it as a way to push themselves to track better, and some used it as a way to hypnotize other people to get their chores done for them.

In any event, it was a good way to get people to be on their guard and well-trained at all times. It was also a good way to get herself caught if she didn't keep her speed up.

Feeling a few eyes settling on her from the rounded, tapering tower buildings that formed the apartment blocks for the soldiers, she put a bit more speed and bounce in her step. She knew that her legend was known by all of her people, and that they would want to see if they could best her. Everyone swore that they had some new technique that would get around the 'magic' of her holes, but nobody else had figured out how to handle them yet.

Didn't mean that they wouldn't try, though, and she wasn't in the mood for disappointment.

She made it to her apartment with a minimum of interruptions. There had been a few chases, notably one by a cheetah that had managed to catch up before she just came to a stop. It was a hell of a thing to have a dick rammed up her ass at thirty miles an hour, but she was able to take it.

The cheetah, on the other hand, had needed a call for a stretcher after he had nearly skinned his dick in the process.

I keep telling them that speed is not always the answer, but do they listen? she thought as she tapped her way into her apartment. I swear, the next time they try that, I'm just going to tell the infirmary to put them in a chastity cage. Let them sweat it out that someone might find out and fuck them into mind-blank.

Heh, that'd be fun.

Or I can put you in their head and let them deal with your perversions.

To be honest, I think you're more perverted than me, these days.

Heh...you're probably right.

The year hadn't been spent just building up an army. She had gone far and wide among the different cultures that dotted the galaxy. The Fornaxian Princes, the Draconian Confederacy, the System of Allied Aquatics, and more were well acquainted with her at this point, and they were some of her finest clients. If they had a war going on, they were often in a bidding war to get her services and those of her people.

In a way, it even served as a deterrent to any long, extended conflict, because her people were some of the best in the galaxy, and the people that were bidding on them had some of the most money to throw around. The more that they outbid each other, the less likely the others were willing to spend that money on something else, for one simple reason.

No matter how much the winner would end up bidding, it would always be cheaper than the cost to hire Jo's forces outright, and it would always be more effective than the alternative mercenary companies.

Didn't mean that they didn't end up fighting, usually due to some person in authority needing to save face by not immediately surrendering, but it meant that the wars tended to be rather short.

But in order do to that, she'd needed to learn about them. Their cultures, their rules...and most importantly, their fetishes. The lizard probably had a few encyclopedias of kink fighting in her head by this point, and she could indulge in any kink that someone had in a fight, if she really, really had to.

Most of the time, she didn't, but it was a comfort to know that she at least knew how all this stuff worked.

Shaking her head, she put work out of her mind for the moment, focusing instead on the apartment. It was a goodly-sized thing, not quite the penthouse that some people imagined her living in from what she'd heard. There was a single hall that connected the various rooms, with the bathroom to her immediate left, a bedroom to her immediate right. The kitchen was halfway down, and the living room was at the very end of the hall.

The walls lit up with pornographic holograms, entertainment for the night that sent a little tingle down to her pussy. She could see that most of them were 'ads' that her soldiers had put out, looking for company for the night, or sparring partners, or something along those lines. She flicked her eyes along those on display, then shook her head. If Kale had been offering himself, she might have taken that, but everyone else was a bit small for her taste tonight. Too many rodents.

She walked down to the kitchen, pulling a beer out of her fridge, when there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," she called out.

Click, click, click. The signature sound of bird talons on the ground filled the hallway, and she double-checked to make sure that it was Barnabas rather than some escaped prisoner.

It was. The raven waved at her, holding up a bottle.

"I, um, brought you a celebratory wine."

"I've already got a beer."

"Oh, um...we can put that in the fridge, then..."

"...Fuck it, give me the bottle."

She took it, pouring them a couple of glasses before waving the raven to join her in the living room. She could feel his eyes all over her, and knew that he was already storing up information for his latest fantasies. It didn't bother her; fantasies were different from having to deal with the real thing.

They sat down together and she handed him one of the glasses. He took it, stroking a feather-finger over the rim of it as he looked down.

"So, um...good mission?"

"Successful. No casualties, no problems. Got an informant."

"Oh. Good. Um. Do you need...need any..."

"No, Elizabeth has the interrogation under control." The lizard pulled the containment box with the pistol out. "This is something for you, though. New weapon. Multiple settings for different bits of fuckery."

"Oh, that's different. I wonder who designed that..."

"Well, it's yours now. Think you can figure out how to adapt it for our weapons?"

"Of course! What do you take me for, an amateur?"

"Not really."

The lizard shook her head, leaning back further in her chair and sipping her wine. The sexologist looked over her, his eyes gluing themselves to her breasts, then he sighed.

"Do I...did I make a mistake, Jo?"

"Hmm?"

"That first - well, the only time that I really got to enjoy you. When you first...you know, popped into the world."

She still remembered it. How she'd entered this universe, her body gone crazy with pleasure. How the raven had come by, whispered commands for the night into her head that let him fuck her. How she'd punched him out the morning after.

"Did I make a mistake, fucking you then? Should I...would I have had a better chance if I waited?"

"A better chance for what?"

"For...you know..." The raven poked his fingers together, looking down. "I don't know. Getting together...more often...more...I don't know..."

"...Barnabas, do you have...a crush on me?"

"A - a crush? I - no, no, that's..."

He blushed, getting up and putting his drink down.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't - I'll get to work. Sorry for wasting your time."

The lizard blinked as the raven ran down the hall, barely able to open her mouth before the poor guy had rushed through the door and shut it behind him. She stared after him, then at the glasses of wine.

Then she thought about what he said, and cursed.

"Oh fuck me...I'm blind, he's stupid, and - oh fuck me."

She got up and ran after him, leaving the wine where it sat. For once, the sexologist hadn't wanted to talk about sex. Suddenly, so much made sense.

The End