Pussy Pirates
Chapter 27
Month 151—August on Anouilh
TATTS STOOD and gave Thom a hug and kissed me. “My turn to retire,” she said. “Enjoy the next show.” She giggled and left as Miss Molly and Sergeant Susan made themselves comfortable on Major’s and my laps.
“You are both what every female Marine imagines she is!” Thom breathed. He’d been on Anouilh enough times to know that when a naked starlet sat on his lap, there was no harm in exploring her features. I was in an intense kiss with Molly while I lightly pinched her nipples. Susan pulled Thom’s head down to her breast and pressed his lips against her nipple.
“I’m Susan, Sergeant USMC retired. I’m the leader of the Pussy Pirate Raiders. The thing is, I get licked a lot but I don’t get dicked. I’d love to give our briefing with your cock up my twat.”
“The last girl here I did that with said she’d name the baby after me.”
“Not me. I like having my tits sucked, but I’m allergic to children.”
“Oh! This is Miss Molly,” I gasped as the tall image of perfection settled down on my cock. She swiveled her hips around, stirring her insides with my probe.
“I’m the Fire Marshall,” Molly said, leaning back so I could suck her nipples. “That means I lead the fire teams that shoot through the portals on the Hawks when we’re strafing.”
“You do that from here?” Thom asked, finally relaxing into the unhurried movement of Susan as she sank onto him.
“Yes. We have a shooting gallery in the basement. We shoot into transporters and the shots come out of transporters built into the Hawks. Our helmets give us targeting solutions and we pull the trigger,” Molly said.
“We’ve got a new toy we thought you and your Marines might be interested in. It could double their firepower,” Susan said as she rose and fell.
“You’ve got my interest. In more ways than one.”
“See this little strip on the front of my helmet?” Thom examined the strange shape of the helmet. It wasn’t curved or round, but went up several inches, flat above the eyes.
“Is that a… transporter?”
“Miniature transporter with targeting sensors all around it,” Molly said. “When I fire at my target in the basement, I see it through Susan’s sensor array, my bullets come spraying out of her forehead.”
“At the same time, I’m able to continue using my own weapon, whether my rifle, my lance, or my force knife,” Susan said. She pressed herself up against him and rubbed her nipples against his chest.
“You should have seen it this week,” Molly said. “Susan and her Raiders set up a choke point on the border of Panama and Columbia. Raiders have been crossing from Columbia to get women from Panama and farther north for their harem ranches. We fired through the transporters so Susan and her crew could carry only hand weapons. We’re treating the guerrilla kidnappers just like you treat the Swarm. They cross into our killing zone and we kill them before they can report to their base. When someone comes to investigate, they find no trace of the missing kidnappers. Eventually, they send another team and we repeat. We think we could do the same thing to interdict the Swarm ground troops. But we’re not sure our firepower is enough.”
“What do you want from us in exchange for this bit of technology?” he asked.
“A more powerful ammunition for our ‘lady guns,’ as the Marines call them,” I said as I exploded into Molly and she wriggled against me, finding her own fulfillment. She immediately started moving on me again, not content with just one. “The current shells work fine against human sized targets, but it might take three or four shots to down a Sa’arm unit. We’d like something that fits the same gun but with more stopping power.”
“I’ve heard a rumor from our Space Marine players that you’ve developed something like that for homeland defense where your cadets can’t handle larger weapons,” Susan said. “I want it.” She began pumping vigorously on Thom who groaned as both exploded in orgasm.
“Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed.
“Contract recorded,” Ubie intoned.
Month 157—January on Anouilh
«IT’S FINISHED.» Ubie’s ‘voice’ didn’t resonate in my ears the way Thom had described. It was more like talking to myself in my mind. I just knew the words like thoughts in my head. Only there were many more of them than I was used to.
«Wow! I feel like I’ve grown to the size of the island,» I thought.
«We have.» Tatts lay partially on top of me in the med tube Ubie had designed for this operation. It had taken nearly six anxious months to design and build. In that time, we were constantly aware of and monitoring the Confederacy for signs of another invasion. And still running rescue missions in California and Northern South America. Once the custom med tube was built, Ubie had to go off-line until the operation was complete. He’d budded Joan but the rest of our operation ran in silent automation.
«How long?»
«Two weeks.»
We started running self checks on all our systems and on our bodies. It was a source of discovery as I felt Tatts’ hands on her breasts and she felt mine checking my cock. We’d planned this carefully, but it was frightening for all three of us. Unlike Confederacy implants that could be placed in a simple operation that took minutes, our implants were grown in our heads. The silicon/carbon connections infiltrated every part of our brains. I looked in a mirror to see if my head had grown to accommodate the new connections. Then I realized the mirror I saw myself through was Tatts’ eyes. The implant process was so invasive, it couldn’t be rushed. For every connection, we needed to adapt to increased input, some of it sensory and some cognitive. We had become one mind occupying three bodies.
I stood beside the med tube and helped Tatts emerge. She held my hand and felt the sense of wonder Ubie had in feeling the touch. I looked at the woman with her tattoos—full sleeves and a back tattoo of the Americas, the tip of South America trailed into her butt crack—and I felt the significance of each one.
There was never a doubt among us regarding what would happen next. Tatts and I kissed and fondled each other. We’d never been physical in this way before, but now we could feel the desire, the need, in each other. All three of us moaned as our cock found its way into our pussy. I could feel the fullness she felt and the scrape along her clit as I moved in and out. She felt the tingle in my frenulum, her own wetness lubricating the slide of my cock. Ubie rushed toward his first orgasm and we felt male, female, and machine at the same time.
We felt the love of our other parts—for ourselves. The singularity.
Month 158—February on Anouilh
“I KNOW YOU WANT to get into the fight. You’re frustrated and can smell the enemy. I just don’t see how we can do it,” I said to Susan and Molly.
“Col. Thom came through with the new munitions. We could have drones deliver transporters, pop in, shoot, and pop out. We’d get a real world test for the system,” Susan argued.
“The invasion is in the southern hemisphere,” I explained. “Solid coverage from St. Jeanne weakens rapidly past the Tropic of Cancer and is almost non-existent past the equator. The invasion is another twenty-five degrees south. It’s in the shadow. We can’t even effectively power transporters from here to there.”
“We need to fight.”
«There’s a way,» Ubie whispered in my mind.
«I see it,» Tatts said. «If I go, we’ll all be there. We can still provide the support.»
I could see it. Tatts would go with the Raiders and we’d still be connected. Sensors were limited to the shadow of the equator, but our connection wasn’t. We approved the plan. Tatts would fly to Ghana and plant a transporter nexus. The Raiders would join her and with the help of drones would plant a nexus closer to the enemy lines. By this time, the Sa’arm had consumed nearly all of southern Africa. They were blocked by the Sahara in the north and were spreading up the coast into West Africa. It was estimated that their population already exceeded 100 million units. Nothing was going to slow them, but our teams would get experience shooting at them.
My concern about our team being in the shadow was unfounded. The line was well north of the equator now. Lomé, Togo was being evacuated west into Ghana but half the population of 1.5 million were still stuck on the roads as the Swarm advanced. We went in to fight a rear-guard battle.
One hundred fifty of our Raiders went into battle. Another 150 were in the shooting gallery spraying silent death through the helmet transporters. We preset nexuses at kilometer intervals. As soon as the Swarm units focused on our Raiders and began to pursue, we fell through the transporters and triggered them to self-destruct.
Not all the citizens of Lomé made it out alive. Not all of our Raiders did either. When the exhausted troops fell back for the last time and landed at Papillon base, we were down to 126. No one, however, had been left behind. We held a service of mourning at Papillon base and nearly a hundred more volunteers stepped forward. It was our first loss of people.
Training continued.
Month 159—September on Anouilh
“Births,” Dakota said without preamble when she arrived poolside the day after things returned to ‘normal.’ She collected a drink and a kiss from the waitress. “A quarter of our crew is pregnant or recently delivered. You and your horny engineers are knocking the starlets up too fast. At this rate, we won’t have anyone to fly the Hawks in the next round.”
“We’ve got two new classes of pilots ready to graduate,” I said. “Twenty-seven should replace more than you’ve lost.”
“I hate to think they’ll go into battle as soon as they get out of training. If there’s another invasion soon, they won’t even have been on patrol.”
“You’re looking tired, Dakota,” I said. “Have you taken a break since the last battle?”
“How can I? If I’m not looking at the viewscreens on the bridge, I’m fretting about the groundside operations.” I looked at her and tears were running down her cheeks. “We lost twenty-four women, Teddy. Twenty-four lives, snuffed out just like that! They weren’t soldiers. They were fucking porn stars. But they went and they fought and they died. For what? UN troops have the Sa’arm held at the Ghana border, but for how long? Over a hundred thousand people were overrun while trying to evacuate. How can I take a break?”
“We need you fresh and rested when the next flood comes in.”
“You should talk. You took a two-week vacation and disappeared. You still don’t look any more rested than anyone else.”
“It wasn’t really a vacation,” Tatts said, approaching with fresh drinks for all of us. “We were in development.”
“New weapons?” Dakota asked.
“Support for Ubie. Did you notice anything about Joan while we were gone?” I asked.
“Yeah. I thought she was being temperamental about you being gone. Things slowed down. Either they’ve come back up now that you’re back or I’ve gotten used to slower response times.”
“Dakota, you know that Joan and Ubie are the same entity, don’t you?”
“I do. It’s easy to forget because the personalities seem so different. And having Tomoe and Xena conducting the battle in Africa was amazing. They’re all one, though, right?”
“I adapt to the people I interact with,” Ubie’s voice said. Dakota looked up. She thought Ubie must have added a lot more speakers near the pool. She couldn’t identify exactly where the voice was coming from.
“You sound different,” she said. “For that matter, Joan sounds different, too. Maybe more casual and relaxed.”
“We’re working on that,” I said. “Are you familiar with The Singularity?”
“Isn’t that a book that synthesizer guy wrote about twenty or thirty years ago? Kurzweil?” Dakota asked.
“Yeah. Though it’s funny that you know him most for the synthesizer. He was a computer pioneer and technologist. He theorized that we were near the time when there could be a human/computer mating. The human could enter the computer memory banks and live there forever,” Tatts explained.
Dakota sat up and looked at the two of us with her piercing blue eyes. “You did it, didn’t you!” she said pointing at me.
“We did it,” I replied, looking at Tatts. “We are completely integrated into Ubie. And each other. He now has human sensors and can feel our emotions and physical sensations as well. In the next battle, it means he doesn’t need to circumvent his core programming by killing Sa’arm ships because it will be a human presence giving the order.”
“And he won’t stutter so badly if someone gets hurt because the fright and pain will go through a human filter,” Tatts said. Dakota was silent and open-mouthed.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“The sex is great,” Ubie answered.
“Boss!” KC’s voice came over the speaker system. “It’s time. Rainbow is in labor.”
“Only twenty-seven new pilots?” Dakota asked plaintively. She joined Tatts and me as we made our way to Rainbow’s quarters.
I kissed KC and our two-month old daughter, my first child and the first Pussy Pirate to be born in space, as I walked into Rainbow’s room. KC pushed me toward the bed where Rainbow lay with her knees spread. Nurse Dish was coaching her through a contraction. The nurse had been one of the bonuses of the last flood of California refugees we picked up. Who knew the naughty nurse costume she wore on cam was actually a disguise for her true profession? I settled on the bed next to Rainbow and took her hand as I kissed her forehead.
“Ready? Push!” the nurse said. Rainbow clamped down on my hand and strained. “And breathe. I can see the top of her head.”
“You’re fast,” I said, giving her another kiss and taking a moist washcloth from Dakota to wipe her head.
“I drive a lightspeed spaceship,” she grinned. “Oh! Again!” in a matter of just a few minutes, I held my newest daughter and brought her to her mother’s breast. Just holding the baby gave me chills.
«I’ve never felt anything like that!» the Ubie part of my mind gushed. «Such an instant, total flood of pure love! I felt it!»
«It’s why we fight for Earth,» I thought.
«And it’s why we’ll never leave,» Tatts added.
“You, sweet little love,” Rainbow whispered as she held her daughter to her breast. “You are why we fight for Earth.”
The triad smiled as Rainbow spoke their shared thought.
The End
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