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The Space Bimbo Chapter 7: An Undignified Race For Engy By Draconicon

Getting through the Black Ring was easier done than said, it turned out. There was a whole 'secret' route that anyone was willing to divulge for a bit of anal, and the bird that she'd picked up proved to be particularly good at that, despite his objections to it at the pit stop. When she asked him about it afterwards, the blue bird shrugged and simply said 'They were nicer about it.'

Once they were through the black hole cluster at the edge of the system, they were able to start searching for Dr. Wan in earnest. They hit up a few planets at the edge of the system, ducking into the different strip clubs and searching for any information on the semi-famous dimensional scholar, and turned up very little.

But not quite nothing.

"Any sign of his ship?" Jo called from the cockpit.

"Nothing on the scanner yet...um...should there be so many little hearts popping up when I look at the cruise liners?"

"...VANE!"

"Fine, fine. Just thought that there were some hotties on the shielded open decks..."

"...They're gone now," the blue bird said.

She hadn't bothered to learn his name. When she'd picked him up, she'd made the decision that she would drop him off as soon as they got back to 'safe' space. There was no need for her to know the name of someone that she'd barely spend time around.

No matter how useful they were becoming.

"Just keep an eye out for his ship. Or the Nympho."

That was Elizabeth's ship, she'd found out. The otter had her own speedy little shuttle, something that was likely tube-shaped and ready to penetrate anything that it came across. It would fit the sort of person that the other bounty hunter was.

Jo pulled her ship into a slight spin around the star they'd been orbiting, sliding into a better gravitational ring for a slingshot further out into the system. The engines complained, of course, but they always did that.

"Wait, wait!"

"What? What do you?" Jo shouted.

"There's something - I'm not sure, but there's something between us and the first planet."

"How big?"

"Uh, about 600 meters long? Something like that?"

"Research ship?"

"That or a pleasure liner," the bird admitted. "But definitely looking like it's trying to keep quiet."

"That might be him, then. Alright...hang on."

The system wasn't that big, despite its isolation. Fornax was pulled together pretty tightly by the gravity of the black holes and the large star in the center, the two hyper gravity sources trying to pull the planets to either side of the system and both of them gradually pulling on each other, as well. One day the whole thing would collapse, but for the moment, it meant that everything was easy to reach.

A liner between them and the first planet...

Jo pulled the scanner information up, made a few quick calculations and plugged them into the computer. The nose of her ship dipped slightly as they lined up for where the ship was due to be, and she hit the accelerator.

She slammed into the back of her seat as the gravity of the sun and the powerful forces of the ship's engines started fighting with each other. The blue bird of paradise was knocked right out of his seat, and VANE...

Well, VANE was wahooing it up.

The ship rumbled until they were out of the immediate gravity tug of the star, the shaking all around them subsiding enough for the bird to get back in his seat. Jo kept her hands on the controls, waiting for the right -

"And deceleration...now!"

She hit the button, and the ship's forward boosters suddenly kicked in, slowing the ship down massively. She almost went flying out of her seat, and the bird did go flying out of his.

"Owwww..."

Ignoring the sound of pain from the back, she pulled the ship into a loop, circling around the large vessel.

It definitely wasn't a pleasure liner. She'd seen four of those since entering the Fornax system, and they were all transparent, designed to show off the debauchery going on inside, meant to tease people about the pleasure and the wonder of the rich that could afford these things. Hell, she'd seen one where the entire rear of the ship was converted to a holo-screen to show off everything going on inside, just because the crew were that exhibitionistic.

No, this was different. Black-hulled, meant to blend in against the darkness of space, not to mention with various bulges and balls sticking off the side of the ship that could be jettisoned in an emergency. This was something that was either dedicated to dangerous research or a prison ship.

And if it was the latter, then at least there was the chance of someone being aboard that was worth something.

"Alright. I'll bring the ship in. You guys make sure to keep an eye out for any - oh son of a bitch..."

The lizard shook her head as she saw the Nympho sticking out of the far side of the big ship. Elizabeth had beaten her here after all.

Well, at least she hasn't been able to grab him and leave. Otherwise, that thing wouldn't still be here.

Feeling a bit petty, Jo turned her ship a bit faster, deliberately scraping the side of her hull against the other ship's engines. It wouldn't do a lot of damage to her, but the Nympho wouldn't be going anywhere fast. Not with those rocket boosters completely fucked and bent out of shape.

It made her feel a bit better, at least.

She circled around to another docking station, slowing her vessel to a crawl before tapping the side of her ship to the bigger one's docking ring. It clicked into place, and she cut the engine.

"VANE, I want you to stick with the ship," she said, tapping the back of her neck. "I'll be in touch; have it ready for a fast start-up if I call."

"You're leaving me behind? That means that you expect a lot of sex-fighting, doesn't it?"

"Why the hell do you think that?"

"Because you don't want me to see it, duh. You get all sorts of embarrassed whenever it's more than a one on one."

That wasn't entirely correct, but those times when she wasn't embarrassed were more common with one on one sex fights, that was true. The time she had to deal with a dragon and three lizards, while fun, had also been embarrassing as hell afterwards when she had time to think about what she'd done, and how she'd done it, and...

Well, the only saving grace was that she had been in charge during that particular bit of fun, because if she'd been slutting it up the way that some of them had wanted it, she would have been completely humiliated.

The thought of VANE following along in the back of her head and seeing everything this time, though, was more than she wanted to deal with. She needed to prove that she could handle things on her own again, and if the fight turned sexual...

Well, she needed to prove that she could handle that, too, and if she failed, she needed to have assurance that it wouldn't be kept on tape for the entirety of the rest of her life.

"Just get out of the suit."

"Fine."

As the AI downloaded himself into the ship, she pulled herself out of the cockpit and went to her security locker. A couple of minutes later, she was fully equipped with every weapon that she had, save for the gender-altering bazooka. No need to bring that on board a ship with narrow hallways. Hell, it might even be turned against her.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" the blue bird of paradise asked.

"Well, no, but that's the way of it, isn't it?" She checked her guns for ammo, made sure that she had a couple of spare darts and pellet cartridges, then stuffed them back into her belt. "You go in and do your best, and then hope that it all works out."

"That's...chancy."

"Well, that's life. Now, take care of things and make damn sure that nothing gets through that door that isn't me or Dr. Wan."

The lizard waited until she was sure that the bird understood the rules, then turned her attention to the docking ring. One touch, and the door opened.

As soon as it did, two blasts of hard pellets came through. Whether they were guards or minions, she didn't know, but the pellets splattered onto the nanobot suit, soaking into them instead of her, and her gun arm was already coming up.

Crack, crack. Two shots, and the bulls that had been waiting fell on their backs, their hips arching and their cocks ripping through their weak shields.

Goes to show you that you can't trust anyone to be welcoming these days, she thought, shaking her head as she stepped around the thrusting, gasping, moaning bulls. They weakly tried to grab for her, but she was able to walk around them, leaving them oozing pre and cum all over their bellies as they writhed on the floor.

"So, you finally arrived."

"...Elizabeth."

"Mmm, yes. I thought that you might be following behind me. I was making quick work of this just in case you were closer than I thought. Guess I didn't need to push quite so hard."

It was an intercom chat, which she hated. The lizard kept walking, knowing that this was at least partially meant as a distraction, a way to get her dander up or to keep her from making progress through the ship. She wasn't going to fall for something that simple.

"So, why did you bother coming after this guy? He doesn't have a bounty on his head."

"No, but you are interested in him. That makes him interesting to me."

"What are you, my number one fan?"

"No. I'm your owner."

A shiver ran down Jo's spine at the reminder of her previous loss and everything that had come out of that. Bigger tits, forcing herself to learn how to sex fight, forcing herself to be better than she had been. The comfortable complacency that she had felt since she had started her business as a bounty hunter had been shattered.

Well, no more of that. No more of that from now on.

"You're not my owner."

"Says someone that obviously doesn't understand the laws. Until you can dominate me, I own you."

"We'll just see about that."

The long hallway from the docking end of the ship was coming to an end, a stainless steel door just ahead of her. There was a keypad beside it, but she doubted that the codes that Dr. Wan had used were still in existence. Elizabeth was too good at her job to leave the key codes the same for those that came after her. Just in case they had the codes that the doctor did, she would have changed them so that she had control of the security system.

Let's see if you're as horny as you look...

She tapped four numbers. 6969.

The door opened, and she rolled her eyes.

"Seriously? You pick your own code and it's that obvious?"

"...Well, it's not like I expected you to just guess it on the first try."

"Yeah, well, that one was pretty stupid."

"Let's see how stupid you find - oh god, I'm doing the villain chat. Just...take some minions."

The door at the far end of the next hallway opened, and a good dozen males stepped through. Black scaled with pink streaks running through the patterns on their bodies, they had to be some sort of gila monster. But from the way that their venom was dripping, she imagined that they had been modified, given some sort of gene therapy that made their venom more plentiful and less physically dangerous.

Which meant that she couldn't afford to let any of them get close enough to bite her, either.

They shimmered, their shields coming online, and she shook her head, pulling out her weapons. Pellets and needles it would be. She spun her pistols around her fingers, then pointed them down the hall with a smirk that she didn't entirely feel.

"Alright, then. Who's first?"

The reptiles launched themselves forward, and -

"Oh, you fucking cheats..."

Two jumped on the walls, followed by another pair just behind them, their bare feet sticking to them like geckos. Two others backflipped onto the ceiling, running across it at her, while the remaining six charged down the hall directly at her.

Okay, so it's a shooting gallery of freaks. This isn't fair, but -

She started pulling the triggers, and she pulled them fast. The monsters were hopping from wall to wall, dodging some of her shots, getting hit by the others and going down hard. She winced every time she missed, and as a result, her shots started going wide more often, missing them more and more.

By the time they were halfway to her, less than half of them were down. Barely a quarter, for that matter, the three that she had hit still straining to crawl towards her with their dicks throbbing and their eyes wild.

She started backing up, only for the door behind her to slam shut, trapping her in the corridor.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Did you expect this to be easy? Come on. Let's see what a 'legendary bimbo' can do."

"Don't call me that!"

The first of the gila monsters was on her, grabbing at her middle and lifting her off the ground. Thankfully, its bite missed anything vital, stabbing into the jumpsuit rather than her scales, and she was able to shoot an aphrodisiac pill right down its throat when it tried for her neck.

The next one grabbed her by the tail, whipping her off the ground and throwing her down the hall. Jo spun round and round, straining to keep her feet under her.

She hit the ground hard, accidentally kicking one of the ones that she shot earlier in the face, knocking him out. She stumbled back, bringing her guns up again -

"OOF!"

A sticky foot hit her in the cheek, kicking her into the wall as one of the soldiers jumped faster than she could follow. She slammed into it hard, pinned underfoot for a few seconds before the gila monster jumped away. Her dizziness kept her from getting a good shot off, kept her from tracking the others coming up to her until it was too late.

Jo groaned as she was slammed against the wall, her arms pinned by two separate minions.

Got four with the guns...that means that there's eight more to handle...

And that meant that it was going to be an orgy, considering that there was no way that she could fight them physically.

The gila monsters that weren't involved with holding her against the wall grinned as they detached from the walls and ceiling, shaking their heads as they walked up to her. One of them started fondling her breasts through her jumpsuit, while the others were slowly pulling down their shields, forcing their cocks out and stroking them in preparation.

Okay, there's eight of them. That's either two foursomes or one very clunky orgy...

And it meant that there was no way that she could avoid using her pussy or her other sensitive bits. She might be able to get away with hands, feet, tail, mouth, and ass, which would service seven of them, but that would still leave the one able to use her pussy, or one that would tease her tits between the fucks.

It meant that it was going to be a very, very hard fuck...and she had to stay conscious and not go mind-blank before she fucked them all into the ground.

Jo smiled weakly, pursing her puffy lips.

"Maybe you should start here, hmm? It's made for fucking," she said slightly nervously.

"Heh...maybe should...but first..."

The gila monster at the front of the line leaned down, biting her neck. She felt the puncturing, felt the heat of his venom, and immediately she hissed and gasped as the warmth of his poison started flooding through her veins.

It was hot, too hot compared to anything that she had felt before. She arched her back against the wall, her breasts suddenly burning, her nipples hardening, stiffening, poking forward through the jumpsuit.

As the heat spread down, her pussy squirting and soaking the crotch of her suit, the gila monsters started stripping her from head to toe, ripping her jumpsuit off, taking away her boots, taking away everything that she might have used to cover herself. The humiliation that came with being naked was mild compared to her need, though.

They threw her to the ground, only for one of the monsters to catch her, pulling her onto his belly. His cock was already out, throbbing against her pussy, and he maneuvered her around until his tip rested right between her drenched lips.

Oh fuck...oh fuck...

That was the only thing she could think as another monster came up behind her, his cock grinding between her ass cheeks. He slid it between them, rubbing between the hefty globes before letting it rest between them, rubbing on her ass, oozing slime on her pucker.

Another cock rested against her lips, slapping against them enough to leave her gasping, her pussy drenching the cock against it. She shivered, her eyes already rolling back a little at the hot musk that filled the air, her need starting to overwhelm her common sense.

Don't start, she thought as her hands were pulled up to waiting dicks, as her feet were dragged back and had cocks flopped out on top of them. Let them make the first move. Let them set the pace. Then you can figure out what sort of battle this is going to -

"MMMMPH!"

She almost screamed as she was penetrated from all three sides at once, her asshole punched open and her pussy split apart by two thick reptile cocks. Her mouth was invaded, her puffy lips stretched wide enough to leave her drooling around a cock that was almost too thick for words. Slippery shafts slid against her fingers, and her soles were soon soaked with pre-cum as they were thrust against.

Only one cock was going unattended, and she would imagine that it belonged to the guy that was either at the bottom of the heap for the group, or the guy that was making sure that she didn't try anything funny.

She groaned as she was rocked from all sides by so many cocks, her body already getting wet with pre-cum, smelling of their musk. She shivered as it was forced over her tongue, pre-cum and salty goo and musky messes pushed down her throat. She didn't even gag; her practice had left her well-suited for this sort of use, as much as she didn't like admitting it. She didn't have to work hard to take it all. She just had to let them use her.

Back and forth, back and forth she was rocked, her body fucked, her ass jiggling, her breasts bouncing in the remnants of her jumpsuit. It hung in rips and tears around her, and she moaned as she started to build up to an orgasm of her own.

The gila monsters didn't speak. They just fucked, and fucked, and fucked some more, using her the way that she imagined that the wolves would have used that blue bird back on the pit stop if she hadn't saved him. But no one was going to come and save her. Not from this.

She imagined Elizabeth watching her, imagined the otter leaning back and rubbing her pussy to the show that she was getting. Her rival grinning at the display, her rival rubbing herself, getting off, dripping all over the chair.

Her eyes burned with fire at the thought, and she growled around the dick in her mouth.

One of the gila monsters growled back, one of them slapping her ass. They picked up speed, fucking her harder, her pussy and her asshole feeling stretched and a bit strained, her pucker feeling the heat of being filled by something that was ever so slightly too big, but this time...

This time it was feeling good.

The venom in her system was building all those sensations, from the puffy pleasure at her face to the filling sensations between her legs, to something that was irresistibly good. In and out, in and out, those balls slapping against her from behind and from the front, feeling the seed that was about to ooze on her feet or over her face...

It was too much.

Jo moaned, cumming hard around the cocks all over her. She felt the cocks in her ass and pussy that much more, her orgasm making her tighter around them and all the more sensitive to them as a result. It was beyond anything that she had expected, her mouth hanging open a bit more around the one in her throat, feeling it spasming, about to shoot.

The one in her ass and the one in her throat did cum, and one of the ones fucking her sole did as well as she curled her toes, catching his balls in the process. He growled at her from behind, but the orgasm was undeniable.

Numbers...

This was a gangbang, something meant to break her with the numbers. It didn't matter if one or two or even four of the gila monsters went down to an orgasm, as long as she went down with them.

But...but they still hadn't seen what she could do.

That orgasm had woken a hunger for more, and Jo felt herself smiling. The instincts were rising, and she smirked as she popped her head off of the shaft in front of her, feeling it throbbing, softening...

But then she licked it, and it bobbed right back up.

"Is that all you got for me?"

"Hmmph."

"Good. I want to see just how hard you can take me...and I don't want any of you to hold back...I can take it. I can take anything."

She hoped.

She rolled, giving the cock that had been in her pussy a chance in her asshole, and she waved for the one that had been just stroking to the show to come over and take a turn in her pussy. Her slippery feet move to the male that hadn't cum on them yet, and she dragged the ones getting nothing but a handjob closer, letting them rest their dicks against her breasts.

She wasn't out yet. She was going to win this. She was going to show Elizabeth who the real sex-fighting champion was.

The fight continued for a half hour before she was finally able to leave the gila monsters behind. They had hearts in their eyes and swollen, over-fucked dicks. Her feet, her ass, her pussy, her breasts, and her stomach were covered with or full of cum. She didn't know if she could walk straight, but she tried, anyway.

The door at the far end was still open, leading to the bridge of the ship. The lizard walked through, half-expecting another fight, but there was none.

Instead, there was a black-furred wolf sitting on a captain's chair, and an otter female that was naked as the day she was born sitting on the stairs leading up to it.

"Heh, so, you were able to handle the Monstrous Dozen. I'm pretty impressed. Then again, not something the legendary bimbo would have trouble with."

"I'm going to tell you the same thing that I tell everyone that calls me that. Fuck off. Fuck all the way off."

"Heh, well, we both certainly fucked."

The otter spread her legs a bit further, showing a load of cum that was slowly oozing out from between them. The other woman took a drag of her cigarette, then put it out on the steps beside her.

"At any rate, you're not going to get much out of Dr. Wan up there."

"Why? Because you fucked him to mind-blank?"

"That, and he's not nearly as smart as people think he is. Pretty depressing, really."

"...What?"

"You came after him because of that whole 'legendary scholar' thing, right?"

"And because Barnabas was saying he was - why the hell am I talking to you?"

She stomped past the otter, heading up the stairs to the wolf. He was completely out of it, for sure, but she still had some hopes for him.

Smack!

One slap brought the wolf somewhat back to consciousness, blinking a few times. Ignoring the otter's mutter of 'so violent,' she grabbed Dr. Wan by the collar of his coat and yanked him upright.

"Dr. Wan?" she asked.

"Mmmph?"

SMACK!

"Dr. Wan?"

"Ow! Yes, that's me, that's me."

"Dimensional scholar?"

"Well, part-time, at least. When I'm a bit drunk."

"..."

"What? My main specialty is more related to alcohology. I just talk about all the stuff I see when I'm wasted."

"..."

Jo dropped him. More accurately, she threw him back into his seat hard enough to knock him out again before stumbling down the steps. She finally sat down at the bottom of the set, shaking her head before lowering her face into her hands.

"Fucking hell..."

"Heh, never expect anyone to follow their disciplines seriously. Even the sexologists are just wound-up assholes looking for an easy fuck," Elizabeth said as the otter sat beside her.

"You don't get it."

"Nah. Don't have to. You're making it pretty clear on your own."

"I wanted to get home."

"Yeah, well, good luck with that. I'd help, but, see, don't want the reputation for being a 'good girl.' Doesn't help in this business."

"Like that's the only thing stopping you..."

"No, it pretty much is." The otter tapped a pack of cigarettes before opening it, pulling one out and spinning it between her fingers. "I'm the best goddamn bounty hunter around. You showing up has people wondering if there's some competition, and, frankly, I don't like that. I'm the best, and I want to stay the best. Helping someone doesn't really mix with staying on top, you know?"

"...Yeah, I guess."

"Cigarette?"

"...Eh, why not?"

It was a vice that she hadn't entirely left behind from the other world. Never a big one, but something that could occasionally calm her down after the worst of her fights. She held it out for the otter to light, then took a slow drag of it.

There was more than nicotine in the little thing, though. She'd barely taken her first breath of it before she felt something stirring inside of her. Not quite like the heat of the lizard venom in the hallway, but there was definitely a bit of aphrodisiac in there, enough to get her pussy dripping a bit, at least.

That was normal enough for this universe that she didn't mind it so much, but there was something else, too. Something that was building down between her legs. Not quite like an orgasm, per se, but more like -

"MMMPH!"

She grunted, huddled over as she felt something pushing down from inside her crotch. She panted, pulling her legs apart just in time to see her clit starting to force its way forward, growing longer and longer. The head of it split, forming a urethra, and the damn thing continued to grow bigger and longer.

It felt like something was sucking it out of her, like a blowjob summons that turned her clit into a cock. She groaned, her hands bunching into fists as she felt her blood flowing down into it, filling it out, making it bigger and heavier and ever so fucking sensitive. Her teeth gritted tightly as she felt it bounce up, then fall down, then bounce up again, bigger with each slow bobbing throb.

Finally, it stood out at a full nine inches, nearly as big as she'd been when she was still male. She didn't dare touch it, and knowing that it had to have come from the cigarette, she threw the burning drug across the room.

"Asshole," she grunted.

"Heh, hey. At least now you have something to fuck people with."

"Is this permanent?"

"Hmm, lasts about twelve hours per cig. One puff'll probably make it last about thirty minutes."

"Long enough, then."

"Long enough for what?"

"For me to fuck you for fucking me over."

She turned and pounced on the otter, flipping her over and shoving her down against the steps. Even as she slammed her hips forward, sinking her clit-cock into the otter's slimy pussy, though, she felt that she was only doing what Elizabeth really wanted.

And the moans from below, and the smirk that came after, only reinforced that, particularly after the first position switch...

The End