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The Space Bimbo Chapter 8: To Avoid Depression, Aggression For Engy By Draconicon

Jo ended up sending the blue bird of paradise, Dr. Wan, and her ship back to Barnabas, but not with her as the pilot. VANE programmed it, then sent it off, leaving her alone in the Fornax system with the AI. He questioned her as to why she wasn't going back, but she didn't answer. Not then, anyway.

She left the research vessel on an escape pod, her mind working on autopilot as she made her way back to the inhabited parts of the system. There were people that were calling out for people to apply to brothels, but she didn't take them up on it. There were those that were calling for bodyguards, but she didn't pay attention to them.

Instead, she wandered through the spaceport to a single office, one that was small, out of the way, and was far cleaner than the rest of the buildings on the planet. She stepped past the armed, uniformed guards, and walked right up to the dragon sitting behind the desk at the far end of the small room.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked without looking up.

"I'm here to enlist."

"WHAT?!" VANE shouted before she turned down his sound settings. "Are you kidding? I swear, you are not taking me into a war zone. I am not that sort of AI. I am not designed for full-blown combat."

She ignored him, waiting for the dragon to look up, instead. Eventually, the yellow-scaled officer did, glancing at her chest, then at her face.

"You're not drunk."

"No."

"Most of the people that come in here wanting to enlist are."

"I'm not. I have to get away from here. I have to have some form of...of order."

Jo's hands clenched into fists at her sides as she struggled to keep her head on straight. It was a struggle, indeed, particularly because she knew that this wasn't going to be the same as joining the army back at home. This wasn't just going to the battlefield to risk her life and limb. No, this was risking her sanity.

Sex-fighting was a universal thing. She'd figured that out, even though she still struggled to believe that such was the case. If she joined up, she wouldn't be fighting to kill others, but to fuck them, to subdue them. They would be doing the same to her, trying to break her down, trying to turn her into the slut that she had been, once or twice.

But it was better than wandering around, better than failing to get what she wanted again and again and again. She obviously didn't know what she was doing, so she needed a superior officer to keep her focused on the right goals.

"I could do that! Why are you letting this guy -"

"I want to enlist. I have extensive experience with weaponry, piloting skills, and I have been engaged in several recent sex fights."

"That explains why you haven't washed."

No, depression explained why she hadn't washed. She spread her legs, letting the seed inside dribble out into her replacement uniform. The dragon stepped out from behind his desk, a blue tunic and golden trousers filling out his uniform as he reached between her legs.

Jo bit off a grunt as she felt him groping her pussy, running his fingers along her nether lips as he gathered up some of the cum that was oozing out. He pulled his fingers back, letting the strings of the slippery stuff run between his fingers before wiping it off on her shirt.

"You're good enough to take on that many at once?"

"How many do you think there were, sir?" she asked.

"I'm guessing half a dozen."

"Slightly over. Eight."

"And you walked out of that without going mind-blank?"

She nodded.

"Well, then. Certainly a strong enough soldier to be able to handle Fornaxian conflicts."

"I am strong enough to handle anything and anyone you throw me at, sir."

"This is a big mistaaaaaaaake," VANE said.

She ignored him. The mistake had been thinking that she was good enough at bounty hunting to be able to work on her own. She obviously couldn't. It was time to go back to the occupation that knew what to do with her.

Because she certainly didn't know what to do with herself.

She got to skip basic training, mostly due to the fact that she fellated, fucked, and rode her trainer with such skill that he ended up collapsing at the end of it. She didn't put him through mind-blank domination, much as the temptation was there and as much as VANE tried to push her to make him forget that she'd tried to join up. After all, she was a soldier. She was there to follow orders, not give them.

After being issued some basic equipment and a new jumpsuit - this one built up from a collar at the neck, ankles, bracelets, and a belt, rather than from a bikini - she was shipped out with a number of other fresh recruits to one of the conflicts that the Fornax system was involved with. There were a dozen or more, she'd found out, all of them flaring up and then winding down almost without warning.

This one took place on a volcanic planet, one that had a great many resources that the Silicone Division - a militaristic, kinky side of the Fornax system government that was run as a corporation that sold sex toys - wanted for the production of their weaponry and other products. They were hiring out everyone that they could get their hands on, and Jo and her fellow recruits were the latest to be dragged into that.

They landed at the edge of one of the volcanos, a forward operating base of sorts that overlooked a great empty ocean bed. Jo could make out all sorts of skeletons, probably things that had once lived there and been hardened beyond the state of bones by both fossilization and the constant fall of silicone ash that hardened on whatever it touched. Petrified soldiers, those that had been caught by sadistic people, were left out in the open as well. Dicks and pussies and breasts and asses galore were on display, showing what could happen if the wrong soldier got hold of you and mind-blanked you.

Jo didn't plan to get caught.

They were taken to one of the firing bases on the lowest plateau, met their commanding officer - another dragon, this one white-scaled but also in blue and gold, named Melik - who made sure that they got their bearings before dismissing them to the barracks.

Jo remained behind as the other recruits disappeared, still standing with her hands clasped behind her back, her shields at full and her armor at zero, leaving everything exposed beneath the force fields. Melik arched an eyebrow at her.

"Problem, recruit?"

"Permission to arm myself, sir."

"Why?"

"I want to go hunting."

"You'll have the chance to fight soon enough. There's an op tomorrow morning to try and take the Boner Crater."

"I want to clear the way first, sir. Permission to arm myself?"

"If you want to throw your life away. Come with me."

Almost disappointed that her commanding officer wasn't stopping her, Jo let herself be led through the camp. The plateau and the firing base was covered with a bubble of a force field, one of those that was strong enough to reflect a bombardment for at least an hour, so long as it didn't reach orbital force. There were gunnery emplacements all along the sides, and she wondered if they lobbed gas weapons, or liquid, or something else that she hadn't seen yet in this universe.

It didn't matter, really. She was just here to make a difference, and that was what she planned to do.

"How long are you going to stay in this funk?" VANE asked.

"It's not a funk."

"Well, it's either a funk or a depression, and it's not gonna get any fucking better out here. This is a stupid place."

She had hoped to leave the AI behind in the old suit, but the pervert had managed to hop across to her new armor. He didn't have the same access to it that he had to the old one, due to the military technology in it, but she was pretty sure that he was working on a way around that. In the meantime, she would just keep focused on her duties, hoping that he would leave her alone while she did them.

They reached the armory building, a pre-fabricated structure that was embedded in the stone by drills in the sides. The dragon tapped his hand against the palm-reader, and then shoved his dick into the DNA slot in the bottom.

"Identity confirmed. Welcome, Commander Melik."

The door opened, and he gestured for her to step inside. She did.

The walls were lined with all sorts of weapons, each one labeled by its effects. Growth. Libido Enhancer. Will Shatterer. Transformation. Gender Change. Impromptu Pregnancy.

There were dozens of different options, each one designed to hit a different sort of fetish, each one designed to put the enemy on the back foot to try and make them easier to break, to make them cum quicker with something that they might not be ready to defend against.

It was rather amazing that the sex war had been going as well as it had, that there were even slight countermeasures for the sheer number of weapons in the field. The fact that there were people that could go into this and come out vaguely sane afterwards was also something that she found amazing.

Maybe she'd even be one of them.

Shaking her head, Jo walked along the walls, pulling down several weapons. A sniper rifle that would enhance cock growth was a good start. It'd pin down male opponents where they stood, leaving them focused more on their growing junk until they were unable to get away from it.

Libido enhancers she already had, but she pulled out a hand to hand version of the dart gun that she used. It was better to have a way to slap people down than to always rely on staying at range. She tucked the baton into her belt and continued down the line.

Gender shifting was not always sexy for the person that was going through it - hell, she was evidence of that - but it was good for shock value, and there were times when it would be needed to make her other weapons work right. She took a rifle for that, standard, bolt action.

For her last weapon, she took a semi-automatic pistol, one that was loaded with will shattering shots. She wouldn't be able to do much with that at a distance, but if she was already close enough, she wanted to be able to drain people as fast as possible, make sure that they were having trouble following orders even if she hadn't pushed them to mind-blank just yet.

At the end of it, the lizard was a porcupine of weaponry, and she shook her head as she adjusted her armor, making sure that she was still capable of moving with it all on. She was, if only barely, but it would be enough.

"This is ridiculous. Do you know how much I'll be able to help you here?"

"Enough. But you weren't supposed to come along."

"Yeah, let's think about that for a moment. Stay behind in a Fornaxian spaceport where I could be corrupted by a virus and made into nothing but a controller for a latex drone? No thanks. I'd prefer to stick with you, thank you very much."

She didn't know if she should be flattered by that or not, but there was a slight element of comfort to having the AI around. If nothing else, he would be someone that could keep her from falling too far.

She turned back to Melik, hefting the various weapons over her shoulders and nodding.

"I think I'm ready."

"If you're going to be hunting, then I might as well tell you what we need. Just don't get caught and blab, got it?"

"Understood, sir."

"And you can drop the sir. I'm not here for that. I'm here to see that the fuckers keeping us from the silicone vents go down. That's it."

"Understood, sir."

"...Fuck it, come on."

The objectives were clear enough once the commander laid them out, and knowing what she needed to do made her feel a lot better about her chances of accomplishing them.

There were four different watchtowers around Boner Crater, each one staffed with four different soldiers. They needed to be disabled or otherwise neutralized before the attack in the morning if the first wave was going to make it across the plains.

The second objective was to get into the main base and cut their power. If the shield failed, then the soldiers would be forced to put all their power into their personal force fields to keep the falling silicone ash from turning them into statues. That would allow for a painless, easy bombardment of aphrodisiacs to take them down and leave them helpless for an invasion.

If she could accomplish them both, Melik said that he'd throw in a bonus for getting the commander of the base, as well. It was an orca, one that had better than average shielding due to his species, and would be a pain in the ass to deal with even with the advantages that she was looking to secure. If she could take him down, it might just mean a promotion.

So, there she was in the dead of night, the glow of continual eruptions in a random cycle lighting the sky all around her, the air thick with ash and dust. She laid on her belly, her eye peering through the scope of the sniper rifle as she examined the different watchtowers that she'd been told to take down.

There were four, alright, but most of them only had one soldier in the top. She shook her head, tapping her collar.

"Mark them."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Just make sure that they don't notice us, huh? I want to be the one sneaking up on them."

"I'm not a stealth suit here. I can show you off. That's what I was made to do. Not hide you."

"Do what you can."

She could feel the petulant AI working with her suit as much as he could, and she could see that her arms were slowly taking on the color of the ash around her. It wasn't a perfect disguise, but it was a hell of a lot better than nothing.

She started inching forward, coming down from her high spot to a ledge that was about a hundred feet further down, about four hundred feet from the camp proper. She wiggled her way up to the edge of it, pulling her sniper rifle up again and dragging the scope across the different tower tops.

Finally, she found one that had two different soldiers on it. She switched the firing mode over to semi-auto rather than one shot at a time, and pulled the trigger.

Pop. Pop.

Even with the silencer at the end of the gun, she could hear the popping sound of the pellets shooting through the air. The shots passed through the shield - something that was only possible from their small size - and hit the soldiers in the tower furthest from her. They toppled forward, clasping at their necks as the drugs started seeping into their system.

They'd be big and fat below the waist before long, and they'd be probably crowding the top of the tower to the point where nobody could get in and out of that section.

And that'll keep all the attention over there, considering nobody saw where the shots came from.

Jo waited for the panic to start, hearing movement and chatter on the radio frequencies. As soon as she was sure that all attention was on the other side of the base, she slid down from the ledge to the flat ground between her and the base.

Three hundred feet between her and the shield, but with everyone looking the other way, she was able to run it. She paused at the barrier, though. This was the tricky part.

Anyone stuck here with the base on alert for an attack from this side would be a sitting duck for marksmen in the towers, since the shield was designed to stop bigger targets. She could pass through, but it would take time, and if it was more advanced, it would set off alerts for anyone that was looking.

But she didn't have a lot of choices in the matter, did she?

"Wait."

VANE paused her as she was about to reach out for the barrier.

"What?"

"I can do something. Just...give me a second."

She could feel him rolling through her suit, adjusting the armor and shielding that was at the edge of her fingers. He was thinning it down, she realized, shaving away layers of her protection.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not trying to turn you into a statue, if that's what you're worried about."

"Then what -"

"I'm adjusting the shield at the edge of your fingers and setting up an electronic signature that'll tell the shield that you're part of what needs protecting. It'll flow over you rather than the ground. If I do it right, and you don't hesitate, we'll just pass right through."

"You can do that?"

"I can try. Never done it before."

"...And if you get it wrong?"

"Well, then you better be ready to run. Do it. Now!"

She reacted instantly, shoving her fingers into the barrier and hoping that the armor wasn't lying to her. The AI had been mean about that before, playing pranks and getting her into trouble, but she hoped that this was one of those times when he realized the stakes.

It seemed that he did. No sooner did she touched the shield than it parted for her, allowing her to step under it. She could hear VANE grumbling in the back of her head as she passed under it, muttering about keeping all the signals running properly, but he never failed her. She passed through to the other side without incident.

"...You're better than I thought, VANE."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. This is for mutual survival from your stupidity."

"Still...thanks."

"...Don't mention it."

"I won't."

They moved forward, darting through the watchtower. It was a simple matter to handle everyone inside. They were tired, coming up to the end of their shift, and nobody paid much attention to a little shadow sliding in from outside.

Pew pew pew pew.

Four quick shots, and four people were on the ground moaning. Most of them were rodents, too, which told her that this aquatic commander didn't have much of a budget after splurging on the shield and whatever else he had purchased for this place. He hadn't been able to buy good soldiers to staff it.

She walked down the line of rats, shooting them again with the gender-bender. They started moaning at higher pitches, their breasts growing out, their hips flaring, their asses ripping through what clothing they had on. She added to that with a couple of will suppressants, and then one final dose of the aphrodisiacs.

They'd be fucking until noon, with that affecting them.

She left the tower, hurrying through the base as fast as her feet would carry her. There were soldiers everywhere, but they were not paying attention with the early hour. They probably were relying on the shield and their watchmen more than they should have, and their patrols were sloppy.

The lizard entered the other watchtower that faced towards her home base. Another few pews, and the three rats that were down in the main room were down, each one groaning, writhing, moaning from the pleasure that they had forced into their systems. She climbed the ladder to the top of the tower, leaving them to do what they wanted.

This time, the watchman was waiting. She pushed open the hatch and barely ducked down in time to avoid being shot.

Shit.

Knowing she only had a few seconds before her presence was called in, she shoved the trapdoor back open, thrusting herself up and grabbing the rodent by the ankle. He yelped as she pulled him off his feet, dragging herself the rest of the way from the hole.

She wrestled with him, trying to keep him pinned down, his gun coming up and aiming at her head, then over her shoulder, then at her head again. It took everything she had to keep him from getting a bead on anything vital - which, with the weapons they had, could be anything - and strained to pull his arms over his head.

Just as she was about to succeed, he leaned in and bit at her nipple through her clothes. The armor and shielding kept it from being painful, which was all the more problematic.

"Mmmmph!"

She moaned through clenched teeth at the bite, her pussy suddenly juicing from the pleasure, and the rat pushed her back, knocking her off her feet. She slammed onto her back, the rodent climbing up on her chest and removing the shield over his crotch.

"Heh, so we got an intruder, huh?"

He slapped his dick on her face.

"Maybe you should just surrender. I can fuck anyone into mind-blank."

"With that tiny thing?"

She shook her head.

"I'd prefer something bigger."

"Well...We seem to have something just for that."

He picked up her growth rifle, popping the ammo sink before pulling out one of the darts. He rolled it between his fingers, shaking his head.

"Powerful stuff here for a little lizard. Where'd you get all this?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Well, I can fuck it out of you."

The rat jammed the needle into his crotch, grunting briefly before he started to moan instead. His cock throbbed upwards, only five inches at first, but she could see the swelling along the sides, the sudden popping of the veins along the rod, and she knew that it was going to grow, and quick.

Well, looks like its time to go back to the old stand-by...

In a way, it almost felt good to give in to the sexual debauchery this time. There was a part of her that wanted to settle it this way, to give in and let herself just...have fun. It was weird, it was wrong, but...

But at the same time, it was her.

She grinned at the rat's cock, leaning in and pulling the head between her lips. While the pleasure was there, she was more focused on using the implant in her lips.

She 'bit' down with her lips, the silent, painless injection already happening. She could feel the shaft swelling even further, the rod growing in between her lips, getting longer, thicker, and more importantly, more sensitive.

With the combination of the growth serum and her own little implant, the growth that the rat was going through was exponentially increased. Jo could feel it spreading her jaws wider and wider, and the rat's cock was starting to slide across her tongue and into her throat without even thrusting.

And he was loving it, she could tell.

The rat gasped, his hips twitching as he slumped back on her belly. Despite being on top, he wasn't in charge anymore, and they both knew it.

"What...what did you..."

"Never assume that you won just because you got on top."

She slurped along his cock again, licking just under the head as she stroked it hard. The inches were pouring on, alright, and he was already over a foot long and getting longer. His balls were getting heavier, too, weighing down on her chest, pushing down with enough gurgling, thick cum that he could probably impregnate dozens of his own species.

And he wasn't anywhere near done yet.

She chuckled as she wiggled out from under him, feeling a strange glee at the way that she had outmaneuvered him. The lizard lifted him up, pushing his cock over the edge of the railing on the watchtower, and then started jerking off his cock from behind, holding him there as he kept growing, and growing, and growing.

"What...no, stop, I can't...mmmph..."

"You can't what, hm? Can't thrust? Can't pull back?"

His balls were definitely bigger than they had been, big enough to be substantial weights on the other side of the railing as they continued to grow. She would be amazed if he was able to lift them up and pull back at this point. Hell, she would be amazed if he didn't end up toppling over from the weights on the other side.

And that was not including his cock, which was still slowly throbbing free of his crotch. Her 'bite' would have taken five inches to nearly a foot and a half. The sniper dart's serum would probably double that, if not more.

When she was sure that he was too worked up to bother her, she stopped stroking him, took his communicator, and left.

There were two more towers to handle, after all.

The other towers gave her no trouble, though she ended up sucking two men dry in the last one to make sure that they didn't call for any help. The shield generator, likewise, was easy to sabotage. She set a timer on it to bring it down just before morning, just before the attack, so that it would add to the surprise of the whole thing and give them less time to bring it back online.

That only left the commander.

She walked into the biggest tent in the center of the base, unsurprised to see the orca waiting for her. He was sitting behind a desk, shirtless, shielded by a thick layer of blue light, and he was smiling at her. His pecs bounced as he stood up.

"So, I thought that there was a rat in the camp."

"There's a ton of them. Care to think of a better way to put it?"

"How about I put you under me, and you forget about everything but my cock?"

"Do you really think you can take me?"

"...You do look like the legendary bimbo..."

She shrugged. It wasn't something that bothered her anymore. So what if she looked like someone else? She was better than that. She had more skills, more strength and more stamina than any legend.

"But if I can take down a legend...then what does that make me?"

"Heh, you'll have to take me down, first."

"Well, I think I can do that."

The orca stepped out from behind his desk, revealing an uncut cock that was probably eleven inches in length, flaccid. The fact that he wasn't already hard told her that he had a bit more control than the rest of his people, but she was pretty sure she could handle that.

"Want me to pull the pleasure down again?" VANE whispered.

"Not this time...this time, I'm going to take him raw."

She leaped across the room, surprising the orca enough to be able to wrap her legs around his waist in a full-bodied hug. Her tail dropped down, grabbing his cock through his shielding, applying just enough pressure to start masturbating it properly. She smirked at him, her bodysuit disappearing, leaving her exposed.

"Let's see how long you can handle my pussy, hmm?"

"You're just giving yourself to me, then?"

"No."

She pulled his hardening cock up, judged that it was just stiff enough for her to be able to take it, and slammed herself down, impaling her pussy with barely more than a moan.

He, on the other hand, slumped back a bit against his desk, his eyes going wide as she started clenching all up and down his cock, working every inch of it with her talented slit.

"I'm taking you."

"Mmph...naughty lizard...let me teach you a - mmph!"

She had his balls in one hand, rolling them along, and her tail was as good as a pegging shaft for his ass as she slammed it in. He fell back over his desk, the orca's eyes wide as they could go as she started to ride his cock properly, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet as she took him deep inside, fucking herself as she fucked him.

"Heh...I can feel you throbbing already. Is that...is that all that you can threaten me with? Do you break that...that easy?" she grunted.

"Since when are you a femdom?" VANE asked.

"Since it works..."

And since...well, since it made her feel good. Knowing that there was one thing, at least, that let her take control without losing out on purpose. She needed orders, needed to know who to target, but even there, this was different. Being a femdom in bed only started when she knew that the other person wanted it...when she knew that she could deliver...

Or maybe she just had a dominant streak inside of her, after all.

Regardless, she kept riding the orca, pulling his cock as far inside of her as she could take it, watching him moan beneath her. She felt the pressure building up under her, and she could feel that it was going to blow soon.

And then, she had a very different idea.

"Hey, orca..."

He groaned, opening his eyes as he looked up at her. She pulled a new weapon from her hip. The Gender Bender.

"Let's try something a little different."

The night passed in a haze, one that was brilliant and heavy, hot and sexy. She took orca cock, and she claimed orca pussy. She licked it, she fucked it when she used the Gender Bender on herself, and she scissored against it for a time.

She turned the orca over and fucked his ass with her tail, and then made him cum in her again, and again, and again.

Unlike most of her targets, he resisted the mind-blank for nearly ten orgasms, but even he couldn't hold out forever. Even he couldn't stave it off in the end.

Morning came, and with it came the attack. She heard the moans outside as her fellow soldiers launched their offensive, and due to her efforts, it was over before it started. She sat in the commander's tent, waiting for Melik to arrive.

When he did, she gestured at the orca.

"Can I keep him?"

"...That'll be your bonus, then."

"Good." She pulled him up. "I think he'll be a good start."

"A good start to what?"

"The Boy Toys."

The End