Vandread Fan Fiction ❯ Vandread: Seed ❯ Ready for Whatever is Next ( Chapter 8 )
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Vandread: Seed
By: A-Z Mark II
Disclaimer: you know it by now.
Chapter 8: Ready for Whatever is Next
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The fighting had been bad. Three Motherships had shown up, and in spite of the reinforcements from Rebecca's Pariso, and the arrival of Rabat and some of the ships from the Delta 3 mission station, the ex-Tarak fleet of heavy ships and Vanguards, and the unexpected arrival of the Melanos First Anti-Harvest Fleet, it had been a near thing.
The arrival of the Big Boy, a Harvest super-weapon that blew up planets that the Harvest deemed no longer necessary, had been a very nasty surprise. Knowing that their various Vandreads packed more firepower and shielding than any of the capitol ships, the four had dove into the fight against the heavy platform with a determination that touched Magno.
When it had been pushed into a corner, the red Paksis had tried to blow up the space/time continuum as a final act of vengeance. For a while, it looked like even the Super-Vandread wouldn't be enough, but at the last moment, the Paksis from the Nirvana leant the battered craft support, and they were able to put the last attack of the red Paksis to bed permanently.
Having sustained heavy damage, the battered fleets fell back to their home worlds to repair, rebuild, and prepare. Even though nothing much was said in the aftermath of the battle, they all knew that the next target would have to be Earth itself if they were to truly have peace from the Harvest.
All that was in the future, though. For now, it was time to heal, repair and plan. To that ends, Magno and B.C. had gone to talk with the leaders of Mejere and Tarak. And this time, they wouldn't accept `no' for an answer. And since the battle with the Harvest fleet had been seen by the population of both planets, the leaders could no longer keep it under wraps. They had arrived back and announced that the two planets would open regular communication with each other, and a pilot program for co-ed living would be set up in the Pirate stronghold and the Nirvana. Misty's snarky comments not withstanding, the pirates - and in particular, the crew of the Nirvana - thought that was a good idea.
The girls were far less enthusiastic when Magno announced that the men were supposed to go to Tarak and find suitable men to try out the idea. Hibiki had been nearly mobbed by girls, and Duero found himself grabbed by Parfet and surprisingly, one other engineer and a security girl. Bart was ignored. It took some negotiating from Magno to convince the girls to let them go. In the end, she promised that they would have a big `welcome home' party for the three when they got back.
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The party had been big and boisterous, and had attracted most of the crew of the Pariso and a good chunk of the base personnel. That several girls had plans was obvious, most noticeably Dita, Misty and Meia. They were not the only ones, however. As the party wore on, Hibiki found himself standing next to Magno on the edge of the party.
Hibiki paused, trying to decide how to say what he wanted to say to her. Finally, he just came right out with it. “Hey, um, Captain?” he began. Magno turned to look at him.
“Yes, Hibiki?” she asked him.
“I never did get around to saying `thanks' to you.” he confessed, looking into his punch. “So, well, thanks…” he said, spotting Dita homing in on him. “Maggie.” he finished softly, grinning a little. Magno blinked.
“You remember?” she asked. He nodded.
“It took me a while to put the young `Maggie-neechan' together with Magno, but after I got out of Paksis before the battle, it suddenly hit me. Maggie and Magno, the Ikazuchi, going into the cold-sleep capsule - the whole thing.” he said softly. Dita stopped in front of him.
“There you are, Hibiki!” burbled Dita happily. “Come on!” she said, tugging on his arm. “See you later, Captain!” she chirped as she pulled her prey into the swirling mass of girls. Magno watched them go.
No matter how short a time I have left, I feel pretty good about the future. Seeing him back to the way I remember him is…nice. she thought, downing the last of her drink. As fun as this party is, I'm getting too old to stay up all night like I used to. she mused, heading back to her quarters in the hide-out. She had things to do, and little time to do it.
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Man, that was kind of weird. thought Hibiki, walking with Dita toward her room in the hideout. Weird, but kind of…fun. he admitted honestly. Several of the girls from the Nirvana that hadn't really spoken with him much had made a point of talking with him during the party, rather or not Dita was at his side.
Also weird was the way that every time he turned around, Dita, Misty or Meia was at his elbow. He had seen some girls come up to him, start to talk to him, then inexplicably wave the attempt away and move off. Of course, that didn't always happen. The three from the bridge crew - Amarone, Belvedere and Celtic had spoken with him several times, but only as a group.
It was getting late, and many of the people had departed the room where the party was being held when Dita asked him if he was ready to call it a night. He had simply nodded. It wasn't that he was tired or anything; it was just that this `socializing' that the women did got kind of boring after so many hours of it.
“Hey, mind if I tag along?” came Misty's upbeat voice from just behind the two of them. “I don't really have a room of my own, you know.” she added, smiling. Dita giggled.
“That's fine! You can move in with me and Hibiki!” she said easily. “The rooms here are designed for four women per room, but I only had Paiway in our room, so you and Hibiki will fill the room up.” she explained.
“Paiway is in your room?” asked Misty. “That might be…problematic.” she murmured, trading looks with Dita. Dita shook her head.
“Paiway is fine with it.” she said. Misty just shook her head slightly.
“Whatever.” she murmured. Dita is Dita, after all. she thought, feeling a swell of fondness for the girl. Besides, Paiway has been unusually curious about certain things…
“Here we are!” chirped Dita, touching a pad that opened the door. Stepping inside, the two newcomers looked around the room. Instead of the expected four beds, they were greeted with two large beds on opposite sides of the room. In the one against the right hand wall, a small form was nearly buried under the sheets and spread. One long lock of raven hair flowing from the lump to the edge of the bed identified her as Paiway. “Ooh! Paiway's asleep! We need to be quiet.” she said in a whisper. Misty took a moment to evaluate the room.
While the left side was clearly under the influence of the alien freak Dita, the other side seemed oddly complimentary to the decidedly odd theme that Dita had chosen for her décor. The stuffed animals, posters and mementos were child-like, but at the same time more mature than Misty had expected. Dita had closed the door and killed the main light, leaving the room dimly lit by a single soft beam from near her bed.
“There is room for all three of us in my bed.” she said softly, slipping out of her clothes. “Tomorrow, we will talk it over with Paiway and see what sleeping arrangements work best for us.” she said.
Misty quickly followed suit and within moments, the two women were naked. Hibiki had been gawking at the décor, but was brought back to the current when Misty and Dita began to strip him. Before he knew it, he was being pulled into the bed by the two girls. “Where are your pajamas?” he asked Dita. The redhead just giggled softly.
“I only wear them when I'm on the ship, Hibiki.” she said. Misty saw him glance at her.
“Hey, don't look at me.” she said, smiling. “I like to sleep naked; it's more comfortable.” she added in a purr. Dita touched a control, and the single beam went dead, leaving the room nearly entirely dark save for a tiny amount of illumination from the tech installed in the wall. It wasn't new for Hibiki to find himself between two girls. Nor was it new for him to find himself being aggressively attacked by the two. As a proud man of Tarak, he had a duty to defend himself, and he managed to comport himself well that night.
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“Morning.” said a quiet voice from behind Misty. The girl turned to see Gasco standing just behind her as she washed off before her morning bath. The woman sank down on the stool next to her and began to lather herself up. “Mind some company?” she asked. Misty shook her head.
“No, of course not.” she said. The baths in the base were somewhat smaller than the baths on the ships, but there were more of them. Misty had learned that there were baths for each wing of the base, and that the pirates tended to gather in wings by their assignments. All of Magno's crew, for instance, was in the center-top-right wing, with the center-top-left wing housing the crew of the Pariso. Center-center-right and -left housed the base personnel. Center-bottom-right and -left were virtually empty; that would change, though as the new arrangement came into effect. The rest of the wings, gantries and bays were outer-top, outer-center and outer-base, depending on their function.
With a population of just under eight hundred women in the pirate faction, two full ships, twelve Dread squadrons and the personnel to staff the ships and base, numerous bathing areas were needed, but oddly enough, the core area of the asteroid base was devoted to a huge dining hall and park-like recreation area. It was evident that the greenery and water were needed to maintain the ecosystem of the base, providing renewable air to breath and keeping the conditions nominal. The three men of the Nirvana didn't understand the tendency of the women to congregate for damn near any activity. Not that the lack of understanding would keep them from being there.
Misty finished up and stepped into the nearest of the three large baths. The total bathing capacity of the bath room on their wing was just over one hundred, so there wasn't any real possibility of not getting a bath when you wanted one, though some times were better than others. It had surprised the crew of the Nirvana to discover that their routine had changed enough that they were out of synch with the rest of the pirates.
So it was that Gasco and Misty were two of only six people in the large room. The head of Register glanced at the other four girls, then slipped into the tub next to Misty. “I was meaning to ask you some things.” she said softly to the new comer. Misty turned to look up at Gasco, but said nothing. “Since the situation is going to be changing a lot in the next few months, I thought I should prepare for it some.” she began. “I want to ask you to help me understand the likely responses of men to certain things.” she began. Misty's eyebrow quirked.
“You want to know about how your relationship with Hibiki will change if you sleep with him.” she translated. Gasco barked a laugh.
“You are the clever one, aren't you, Misty?” she murmured. Misty shrugged.
“Not really,” she denied, “I just happen to be the closest thing to an expert you all have.” she said deprecatingly. “As for your answer…” she said, leaning closer to Gasco.
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“Yo! Hibiki!” came Gasco's voice from behind the young man. Hibiki turned and smiled at Gasco.
“Hey, Gasco.” he said. “What brings you here?” he asked. He had been working on some projects with his Vanguard as well as helping out Parfet with some work she wanted done. The large woman grinned.
“I was looking for my card victim, that's what.” smiled the woman. Hibiki bristled.
“Just because I might have lost before doesn't mean I will always lose, you know!” he bristled. Gasco just grinned at him.
“So you say.” she dismissed his challenge. “Look, I need to talk to you for a minute.” she said, tossing her head toward the door that lead into the wings access elevator. Hibiki hopped down and started to move toward her, then froze, looking around. “I already told Dita.” said Gasco.
Hibiki grimaced. “Not like she owns me or anything.” he muttered. Truth be told, he felt a bit odd when she wasn't near him. Beats me why, but I feel better when I know she's around. he thought, following Gasco to the elevator. “So, what did you want with me?” he asked her. Gasco smiled at him.
“I was wanting to do some research before the first of the men from Tarak arrive next month.” she said. Exiting the elevator, she led him down the passage ways into the heart of the quarters where the Nirvana crew stayed. Stopping at a door at the end of a corridor, she touched the pad, the door opening. Stepping inside, Hibiki blinked.
“This is your bedroom.” he noted belatedly. Gasco nodded.
“Yes, it is.” she said. Turning to face him, she studied him carefully. “Hibiki, I want to learn more about this `sex' thing that Misty has been teaching some of the crew.” she said evenly. “I'm going to need to know a lot more about it before this new program gets going, and you know how I like to be ready for emergencies.” she continued. “So, I talked with Misty this morning. She suggested that I ask you. Well, I'm asking.” said the woman. Hibiki blinked.
“You mean you want to have sex with me?” he asked. Gasco nodded.
“I trust you Hibiki.” she said softly. “So? What do you say?” she pressed. Hibiki slowly nodded.
“Ok.” he agreed. Gasco smiled. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was relieved that he had agreed. Misty had cautioned her that he might resist a bit, but he had agreed the very first time. It made her feel better since she was much older than him; biologically, anyway. For a moment, the two just watched each other. Looks like I'm going to have to make the first move. thought Gasco. It's new territory for us, so I guess he's being cautious about messing up the relationship we have now.
Her thoughts were right on the mark, as Hibiki had come to appreciate the older woman's thoughts on matters he didn't understand. He knew that when he had started sleeping with Dita, it had changed their relationship; it was that way with all the girls he had had sex with. And while - so far - those changes had been for the better, Misty had cautioned him that becoming involved with women in that way could sometimes damage a friendship or working relationship. It was a testament to the value which he held his current relationship with Gasco in that he didn't just dive right in.
“Well?” said Gasco, smiling. “You're the one with the experience, right, Hibiki?” she lightly needled him. Time had made her an excellent judge of just the right amount of prodding to use in any situation to get what she wanted. Hibiki swallowed, then nodded.
“Right.” he said, his tone less than certain. “Um, do you have any…?” he trailed off, wondering what the right words were to ask her if she had any clue about sex. Gasco smirked at him.
“A little.” she said. “For instance, I know we need to be naked.” she elaborated, reaching up and untying her coverall-like work clothes. Within moments, she was kicking the last of her clothes off, leaving her naked. Hibiki drank in the sight of her.
While Dita and Misty were sleekly youthful, Gasco was more developed, and her leanness was accentuated by her defined muscles and mature bearing. His eyes drifted past her large breasts, topped with dark, hard nipples and full, puffy areolas, down her stomach and it's six-pack to the small patch of dark, curly hair above her sex. Eyeing her hips, he realized that her hips were larger than they looked when she was dressed, but that they complimented her build perfectly. Unknown to him, his dick had gone hard as he visually molested the woman.
Seeing the tent in his pants, Gasco quirked an eyebrow in surprise. That `penis' thing that men have grows a lot when they get excited; Misty was certainly correct about that! she thought. Reaching up, she pulled the soft headband off, hooking her pinky into the elastic band she used to keep her hair pulled back and set them on her beside table. Shaking her head, she combed her fingers through her hair once to settle it.
Motion distracted Hibiki from his mesmerized staring at Gasco's naked body. Seeing her pluck the metal memory rod from the corner of her mouth, he realized that he better get undressed while he could still get his pants off. As he quickly worked his own clothes off, Gasco glanced at the thin rod in her hands. It had been something that had special meaning to her and her sister, and she had cherished it for a long time now. Squeezing the rod in the middle with a great deal of force, she watched the rod automatically twist itself into the memorized pattern. In this case, it was the key to a jewelry box. Pushing old thoughts aside, she carefully set the key on her bedside table.
Looking back to Hibiki, she saw that he was pulling the last of his clothes off, his member standing straight out, pointed right at her. Guess I don't need to worry about rather or not I can hold my own against girls half my age. Heh! she thought gleefully. “So, what next?” she asked the young man.
“Well, it varies, but we usually start with some kissing.” admitted Hibiki. Of course, Misty does like to do that `foreplay' thing longer than Dita does. Maybe Gasco is like that, too. Stepping over to her, he hesitated a moment, before wrapping his arms around her lower ribs and leaning his head back as she tilted her head forward to kiss him. Damn! Never realized how tall she is! he thought before her lips met his.
Gasco had a lot of experience with kissing, and had had several girlfriends over the years. As she kissed Hibiki, she realized that the differences were primarily of feel, rather than technique. With that discovery, she began to practice some of what she had learned from her various lovers, her tongue dancing over his, tickling, caressing and lightly pushing on the oral muscle. Hibiki's eyes opened wide. Misty doesn't kiss like this! Or Jura, even! he realized, dazed.
When Gasco broke the kiss perhaps two minutes later, she saw him blinking at her. Grinning, she tugged him back toward the bed. “Well, I have had some experience with kissing, you know.” she demurred. “Did you like that?” she teased him. Shaking off his shock at discovering her skill, Hibiki leered at her.
“Yeah. But now, it's my turn to teach you some things!” he said cockily. Gasco's smile grew a bit.
“That's why we're here.” she agreed. Hibiki gently pushed her onto her back, settling down half-on, half-off of her. Once he was settled, he took one of her breasts in his hand and began to massage it like he did with the other girls, watching as the already erect nipple grew hard and extremely sensitive. Once it was sufficiently ready, he leaned over and ran his tongue over it before fastening his lips to it and gently sucking on it as he flicked it with his tongue. Gasco moaned.
With his first attack launched, he widened the front, teasingly running his palm down her belly, pausing to tickle her bellybutton, then moving down, over her pubic hair to cup her sex. Firmly rubbing the swollen petals, he could already feel her arousal. Plenty of practice with the other girls had taught him much about the way to handle a woman's sex. He put that practice to good use now, working her hardening clit for a moment, before moving on to ease a finger between her slick lips to touch her opening. Avoiding her clit for the moment, he rubbed her opening, then pushed a finger into her passage. Gasco gasped.
Of course, she had done similar things with her previous lovers, but this time felt different from the others. She wasn't sure why it felt different, but it did. It might be because it is with a man this time, but I doubt it. Something is different beyond the physical. she mused while she could. Worry about that later, Gasco. she ordered herself. Hibiki's mouth left her right nipple, leaving a trail of moisture as it trailed down between her breasts before climbing to attach itself to her left nipple.
With his mouth now working on her other nipple, he moved his thumb up to her clit and resumed his stroking, rubbing and pressing action on the now completely-erect button. Feeling the woman writhe under him, he nudged another finger into her entrance. Once he had gotten it sufficiently coated with her juice, he pulled his thumb away from her clit, holding his hand still, and pausing in his attack on her nipple. Wait for it…! he thought, almost grinning. After a few moments of futile attempts to get him to resume his actions, Gasco groaned. “Hibiki….!”
Instantly, he lightly bit down on her nipple as he rammed his two fingers into her as deeply as he could, his thumb pressing firmly on her pulsing clit. The results were immediate and very obvious. The powerful head of Register bucked so hard she nearly threw him off the bed, her mouth open in a silent cry as an orgasm washed over her. Catching himself, Hibiki all but dove back on top of her, latching onto her right nipple with is mouth as his cum-slick hand trapped her left nipple. Feverishly, he sucked, licked, bit, rolled, pinched, tugged and massages her tips, prolonging her release.
When Gascogne's body finally relaxed, Hibiki slowly pulled his head back, maintaining suction on her nipple, tugging on it before it finally popped free of his mouth. Leering at her, he said “Did you like that?” Hearing her own words being repeated back to her, Gasco chuckled.
“Yeah,” she said, wrapping her arms around him, “actually, I did.” Hibiki smiled at her. Now that he was no longer concentrating on her pleasure, he became painfully aware of his aching hard-on. Pinned between him and Gasco's hard lower belly, it pulsed in time with his rapid heartbeat. “So, I take it there is more?” she asked. Hibiki nodded.
“A lot more, actually.” he agreed. “But, um, I really need some relief.” he admitted. Gasco leaned up and kissed him lightly.
“So get some relief.” she said. “We can cover more as time goes by.” she added. Oh, yes, indeed! she thought. Misty was right; this is not something so simple as sex! she thought. Feeling Hibiki moving a little lower and nudging her thighs with his knees, she obligingly parted them, bending her knees as she did so. Hibiki shifted, and she felt a soft yet hard, warm touch on her sex. That must be his…what did Misty call it that time?...ah! `dick'. I wonder how it will feel?
Hibiki felt her hot, soaked entrance and made sure he was situated before making eye contact with her. Seeing her nod at the look in his eyes, he pushed forward, the tip of his member meeting resistance as he sought entrance. Pushing a little harder, he forced his wide tip into her, earning a pleasurable moan from his partner. Hibiki began to work his member in her, soon sheathing his entire length in her. She feels good! Almost as good as Dita! he marveled.
Prepared, he began to pump into her, building speed and power as he went. Much like the other girls, Gasco unthinkingly settled herself so his stroke touched her to her liking, as well as tilting her hips slightly to make sure his depth was to her liking. Also like her younger counterpoints, she hooked her ankles behind his hips as he rammed into her. Hibiki knew he couldn't last long, so he reached forward and resumed playing with Gasco's large, resilient breasts.
What seemed like moments later, he could tell he was on the edge of climax. He didn't know if Gasco was close or not, but couldn't help it if she was. “Almost….there!” he panted. Gasco herself was actually closer to another orgasm than he was, and hearing his words triggered it for her. As her nest tightened around his dick, he felt his nuts tighten. Arching his back, he slammed into her as deeply as he could as he blew his load. Five large spurts filled Gasco before Hibiki slowly collapsed forward onto her large frame. For her own part, Gasco was feeling very relaxed for having just toured heaven. Seeing that Hibiki had fallen asleep, she pulled the sheets over them, smiling as she felt his member slowly shrinking in her passage.
“I think I could get to like this living together stuff.” she mused, getting comfortable. Feeling the woman move, Hibiki rearranged himself instinctively to get comfortable as well.
“Dita-chan.” he mumbled in his sleep. Gasco smiled. Guess I know who he belongs to! she thought. It's good, though. she thought, brushing some of his hair back from his forehead. At least the girl will share willingly. she thought before closing her eyes for a bit of rest.
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“Hibiki!” came a voice from the door to the baths. Turning, he saw the bridge trio enter the bathing area. The man nodded to them. While not as familiar with them as he was with the Dread pilots and the girls in Reg and Services, he was nonetheless more familiar with them than he had thought he would be.
“Mind if we join you?” asked the ring-leader Belvedere. Beside her, Amarone and Celtic covertly watched him. Hibiki dumped his bucket of water over his head to rinse off the soap suds before he answered.
“Sure. It's an open bath, after all.” he said. He had spent a long day working on a lot of projects for the Captain, from work on the Nirvana and the Pariso to helping get the lower wings ready for the soon-to-be arriving men from Tarak, to working with Meia, Dita and Jura on some new ideas for using their Vandreads.
The three girls discarded their towels and sat next to each other as they swiftly scrubbed down. Hibiki eased himself into a tub, leaning back as letting the warm water relax him. Since the first time with Gasco, he had been with her three more times, each time, the two of them covered a bit more ground. And while there was no doubt that Misty and Dita were still leading the exploration as it were, Gasco and Meia were closing the gap at a reckless pace.
Of course, they weren't the only ones. Jura and Barnette enjoyed regular nights with him, and lately, more and more girls had been approaching him. Like this. he mused, seeing the three bridge crew members whispering and glancing at him. Idly, he wondered how the other two men were faring before pushing that thought aside as immaterial.
The three bridge girls finished up and joined him in the tub. Celtic kept almost hiding behind Amarone, but followed the lead of her two friends and stepped into the tub naked. Hibiki had a sneaky suspicion about why they were there. Still, looking at them, he couldn't complain about the scenery.
Belvedere was about his height, her blonde hair short and a deeper yellow than Jura's calf-length mane. Her chest was nice, and though she was smaller than Dita and Meia, her breasts were larger than Misty's breasts. Dropping lower, he notices that she - like all the girls on the Nirvana - was in good to excellent shape, with a narrow waist and a pleasing curve to her hips. While not as toned as the Dread girls and Gasco, Belvedere was nonetheless slim and trim. Through the distortion of the water, he caught sight of bit of blonde hair at the junction of the girl's legs, thought it was a darker shade of blonde than the hair on her other head. On down his eyes went, noting the proportionally long legs and firm thighs.
Liking what he saw of the blonde, he let his eyes drift over to Amarone. The girl was the only one on the ship that had curly hair that had been allowed to curl together naturally, leaving her hair a collection of somewhat short, close curls. Misty had said that it used to be called `dreads', though how the hairstyle and the women's fighter craft could be called the same thing was beyond him. It didn't really matter, though. The girl's eyes were a deep, dark brown, and her skin was several shades darker than the rest of the girls aboard the ship. Seeing her in the bath, he realized that it wasn't a tan; she had the same tone and color all over her body. It's kind of attractive, thought Hibiki to himself, in an exotic way.
Looking at Amarone's chest, he thought she would be about the size that Dita was, though unlike his Dread girl, her nipples were a deep, rich brown, with large areolas and thick nipples. Hibiki swallowed a mouthful of drool as his eyes slipped from her proud breasts to her belly, where a brief flash light attracted his gaze. Looking a bit closer, he saw that there was a thin, small gold ring in the edge of her bellybutton. I wonder what that is for? he thought, not realizing that his eyes had dipped to her groin, seeing a small patch of neatly-trimmed black hair. As with her friend, her thighs were slim, trim and very nice.
Beyond Amarone, he caught sight of Celtic's nearly-pale skin. Pale isn't really a good description of her, though. he considered. It more a case of her being very fair skinned. She spends all that time in those weird costumes, so I'm not surprised that she's a little pale. His eyes considered her short, soft hair. Celtic kept her deep metallic blue hair just short of shoulder length, and her deep grey eyes complimented her heart-shaped face beautifully. Her neck seemed delicate by comparison, but he suspected that it was just the way she kept her hair.
In physical size, she was closer to Paiway than any of the other girls, though Misty was perhaps the next closest to her in size. A compact but noticeable chest topped with rosy pink nipples flowed seamlessly into a supple waist before flaring slightly into the curve of her hips. Hibiki didn't see any sign of hair at her sex, but it could have just been the angle and the water preventing him from seeing any.
While he had been scoping out the girls, they had been checking him out as well. It was no secret among the girls that Hibiki was the `middle ground' as it were with the three men they had come to accept as crewmates, friends, and - lately - lovers. Bart was not well liked by any of the girls, mostly for his attitude and lack of bravery, but also because in the initial hose party, he had been uninteresting, compared to the doctor and Hibiki.
The Vanguard pilot was short, but long, hard work in Tarak's work pits had given him plenty of muscle, and the food pills didn't encourage fat, so he was lean and somewhat built. Over the time he had been aboard the Nirvana, his attitude had changed, and after the initial fight with the first Harvest Mothership, the girls had held an informal, non-verbal conference and decided that Hibiki was in the lead, with the doctor a bit behind him, and Bart stumbling along behind them by a good ways when it came to men they could tolerate. Of course, from the very beginning, Dita had been an exception to that; but then, she was Dita!
His chest and abs were not where the girls were looking, though. No, they had their sights set on something a bit lower. It was the first time they had gotten a good, long look at it, and at first, they were less than impressed by it. But, as he had looked at them, it had changed, and by the time it stopped swelling, they were a little worried at the size it had grown to. Flickering a glance at Amarone, Belvedere saw that while her accomplice might have been concerned about the sudden increase in size, she wasn't ready to back down. Besides, if Misty can take that in herself, we shouldn't have any trouble with it. We're more developed than she is, so it should be easy. reasoned the blonde leader of the three. Celtic was a year younger than Hibiki, Amarone was the same age, and Belvedere was one year older than the man, so it stood to reason that they were properly matched up in development.
Of course, until now, all that had been theory and rumor. Misty had told them that it was not a simple matter of rather or not it could fit, but more a matter of their bodies adjusting to the man's member. The girl had cautioned the three that it might not feel too good the first time or three. Still, Belvedere and Amarone had decided to give it a try, and Celtic had been dragged into it by her refusal to back down. So, here they were, trying their hand at this `seduction' thing that Misty spoke so fondly of.
“So, what brings you here at this time of night, Hibiki?” asked Belvedere. With a guilty flinch, Hibiki snatched his eyes off Celtic's naked form and looked at the blonde's blue-green eyes.
“Oh, I just had a long day today, and wanted to get a bath before bed.” he replied truthfully. Belvedere nodded slightly. “What brings you three here?” he asked them. They usually had a bath just before their shift, and one after dinner. It was considerably later than dinner now, and they were usually in bed by now.
“We were playing cards with some friends and it got late, so we're just now getting our baths.” she said. It was Hibiki's turn to nod. Sensing that the small talk was over, Belvedere made her move. “Hey, Hibiki?” she said, turning to face him.
“Yeah? What?” he replied easily.
“We were wanting to ask you for a favor.” she said, briefly turning her head to make eye contact with Amarone and Celtic. Both girls looked nervous, but she saw no indication that they were going to bail on her. Taking a deep breath, she took the plunge. “Will you sleep with us?” she asked hurriedly. Hibiki blinked.
“Sleep with…you mean you three want to know about sex?” he asked, surprised. He had never thought that girls that he didn't work with regularly would have any interest in him. Little did he know that he had a very dedicated promotional team. Of course, had he stopped to analyze the situation, he might have realized that with the propensity of girls to talk and gossip, the odds of his lovers not saying things that would attract more girls to him were slim to none. Dita, in fact, was his most persistent promoter, as she eagerly told other girls of how good it was with him; not because she necessarily wanted other girls after him, but because she was open and friendly to the point that it never occurred to her that her bragging on him would cause other girls to want to try sex with him. Besides, she considered the crew of the Nirvana to be her family, and as such would never try to hide things from them.
“Well?” Belvedere's voice broke him out of his reverie. “Will you?” she repeated. Hibiki considered it for a moment. Dita was probably asleep by now, since she had been feeling tired from the long day of Vandread practice, and Misty had been in a meeting with the Captain and B.C., which only left Paiway. The girl had been spending her time with Duero and the pirate's main doctor, which left her pretty worn out by this time of night. He could feel his dick twitch in anticipation.
“Sure.” he agreed. He could have sworn he heard the girls breathe a sigh of relief. “But we shouldn't do it in the bath.” he added. Amarone sniffed.
“Of course not.” she agreed as if that were obvious. Standing, he turned to see the girls standing as well.
“Where should we go?” he asked. “You room?” he wondered. Belvedere shook her head.
“Our other roommate still doesn't like being too near men.” she said. Hibiki slowly nodded.
“I see.” he said. Belvedere glanced around, then made the logical choice.
“Why not here?” she asked. “It's late, so no one will be in here for a while, and it will be easy to clean up.”
“Won't it be a bit uncomfortable on the hard floor?” wondered Hibiki. Amarone smiled.
“That's what towels are for.” she said, giggling slightly. “It won't be the first time a couple has done it in here.” she added. Though it is the first time a man and women do it in here; I think. She wouldn't put it past Jura to pull some stunt like this.
“If you're sure.” dismissed Hibiki, stepping into Belvedere and kissing her. Though startled, the blonde immediately began to return the kiss. Reaching out with his arms, Hibiki caught Amarone's hand tugged her to him and Belvedere, hooking a hand around her waist and breaking the kiss with Bel long enough to give the darker-skinned girl a deep kiss. Feeling around with his other arm, he touched warm, soft skin and knew he had found Celtic. Catching her wrist, he tugged toward the other two, though he thought he felt some resistance.
Letting that go for the moment, he got the three arranged so he could work on all of them at once. Practice with Dita and Misty had given him a good idea of how to manage multiple partners, and though this was the first time he had tried for three at once, he thought he could manage it. According to Misty, the secret was to pay attention to all of them equally, and not to get bogged down with any one of them - at least until after their first orgasms.
So, he worked on kissing Bel, while his hand rubbed and toyed with Amarone's nipples and his other hand stroked Cel's back and sides before dipping toward her sex. When his fingers brushed her mons, she jerked back from his touch, squealing briefly. Breaking his kiss with Bel, he glanced at the smaller girl, who had moved back out of range. “Celtic?” he asked her, puzzled by her behavior. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“I…it's…” Celtic tried, then just shook her head. Amarone sighed.
“Celtic, it isn't going to hurt you.” she said patiently. Hibiki remembered something from months and months ago.
“You still don't like men, do you?” he guessed. Celtic shook her head.
“Its not that, really, it's just…” she trailed off. Hibiki slowly nodded, feeling his hard length pulse against Bel's abdomen.
“I'm not about to force you, Celtic.” he said softly. God knows I know better than that! Amarone grinned at him.
“It's nothing to worry about.” she said, easing back. “Cel-chan just needs a bit of warm-up.” she said easily. “Keep Bel company while I take care of that.” directed the girl. Hibiki happily wrapped his arms around Belvedere and went back to kissing her while his hands played with her breasts and ass cheeks.
Behind him, Amarone snagged Celtic and pulled her into a kiss, her caresses sure and familiar. Once she felt Celtic begin to relax in her arms, she moved around so she was behind the girl, hugging her back to her chest, her face next to Cel's while one hand dipped to tease her bare sex, the other hand going to town on her small peaks. In front of the two girls, Hibiki had moved to Bel's chest, and was currently assaulting her nipples with his mouth and hands. The blonde's hands were in Hibiki's hair, and she was making pleased sounds in her throat as he worked on her chest.
“See?” purred Amarone in Celtic's ear, a finger moving between the folds of Cel's sex as she spoke. “Bel seems to be liking it just fine.” she pointed out. “And do you really think that Dita, Misty or Meia would lie to us about it?” she reasoned. “Besides, you told me that you wanted to see how it felt.” she reminded the smaller girl, pushing the finger into Celtic's sheath, making the girl moan. “Just relax and trust Bel and me, ok?” she asked, pumping the finger in and out of Celtic while her other hand flicked the girl's hard nipples with practiced ease. Feeling the girl begin to jerk her hips in time with her finger, Amarone added another finger, her lips attaching to the side of Cel's neck as she began to use both fingers in the girl.
Meanwhile, Belvedere had had a small orgasm from Hibiki's tit-play, and had decided to take the initive for the moment. So, she had pulled back and sank to her knees, her face settling in front his hard member. Reaching out, she carefully touched it, surprised that something so hard could be so soft and smooth. Eagerly she explored it by sight and feel. Cupping the appendage hanging below the shaft, she felt those strange male organs that Misty had called `balls' move inside the sack. I can see why she called them that! thought the bridge girl. They certainly feel like balls, though they seem a bit closer to egg-shape. she decided, exploring them with her fingertips. Inadvertently, she squeezed a bit too hard.
“Ow!” winced Hibiki. “Easy! They're really sensitive!” he warned her. It wasn't the first time that a girl had accidentally squeezed too hard, but thankfully, there hadn't been a repeat from the girls after he told them they were sensitive. Bel looked up at him.
“Sorry.” she said honestly. Smiling, she had another thought. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?” she asked, her tone low and hot. Well, none of the girls I talked to said anything about this being unpleasant, so… she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick, her tongue slipping out to sample it. Not bad. she thought, opening her lips and pushing her head forward so the thick tip entered her mouth. This feels weird, but I think I could learn to like it. she mused.
Hibiki had come to appreciate blowjobs, and he often found himself engaged in eating a girl while she sucked him. He didn't mind at all, since it felt good, and the girls tasted good. That experience also taught him something else. “Bel, be careful with your teeth.” he cautioned her, running his fingers through her hair. Rolling her lips down to make sure her teeth didn't touch his member, she nodded.
While Bel got her first taste of dick, Celtic was getting thoroughly fucked by Amarone. Knowing the small girl's weaknesses, Amarone had gone for the kill immediately, since she figured that after a couple of good orgasms, Celtic would be relaxed enough to try sex with Hibiki without freezing up. So, she was currently holding Cel in her lap as she sat on the floor, two fingers in the girl, her thumb working Cel's clit and her other hand rubbing Celtic's hard nipples. The girl had her head turned to the side so Amarone could kiss her, their tongues dancing.
Hibiki could feel his lust rising, and as nice as it was to have his dick sucked, he really preferred to have it buried to the hilt in a girl, so he eased Bel off his dick and caught her looking up at him. “Ready to move on?” he asked her. She licked her lips, collecting the drool that had escaped her lips while she sucked on his tool and nodded. Easing her back on the towel on the floor, he knelt between her legs and took the back of her knees in hand and spread them, exposing her pussy. Seeing that she was already slick with arousal, he decided to skip the meal and go straight to dessert.
Belvedere felt his member touch her petals and drew in a breath. This is it! I'm going to have sex with a man. she thought, both excited and anxious. Feeling him push forward, she moaned as her lower lips stretched to allow him to push into her. When his tip finally managed to spread her enough to completely enter her, the sensations were too much for the blonde, and she had another orgasm. Taking advantage of her modest orgasm, Hibiki shoved deeper into her until he bottomed out, his tip jammed tight to her cervix. As she began to come down from the first one, he started to pump into her steadily, the added sensations keeping her orgasm going, and building the intensity as it did so. Inarticulate sounds of pleasure came from her throat as her hips bucked in time with his thrusts. In the throes of passion, she began to drool a little.
“Looks like Bel is loving it.” mused Amarone to herself, though she spoke out loud. Wordlessly, Celtic nodded, feeling another small orgasm roll through her compact frame as she watched the leader of the trio tremble and moan hotly.
“I'm next.” she and Amarone said simultaneously. The two turned to look at each other.
Behind them, Hibiki was almost there, so he grabbed her arms and pulled her up so she was face to face with him. Pulling her tight to himself, her breasts crushed against his chest, he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her panting mouth. Barely a half minute later, he buried himself in her as he shot his load, flooding her tight passage with his cum. Grunting, his held her tight, her arms boneless draped over his shoulders. Once the last of his climax had been deposited in her, he gently lowered her to the towel and leaned back, his softening member gradually easing out of her passage.
Panting, he turned to see Amarone and Celtic looking at him with distinctly hungry looks. Looking back to Belvedere, he discovered that he would have no help from her for the time being; her eyes were closed, a smile on her lips, and was obviously asleep. “Great.” he muttered. He wasn't really upset about the two girls obvious plans for him, but it worried him since he didn't know if they could control themselves.
“Is that going to get hard again?” asked Amarone directly, pointing to his dick. At mention of it, it gave a small twitch.
“Yeah, but it'll take a few minutes to recover.” he said. Amarone smiled and moved over to him on her hands and knees.
“Let's see if we can help it.” she said, before leaning her head down and running her tongue along the length of the mostly-soft member. Reaching the tip, she flicked her tongue, capturing the small drop of fluid leaking from his slit. Tasting the familiar flavor of Belvedere along with some salty stuff, she licked her lips. “Not bad.” she decided, opening her mouth and engulfing his length. Hibiki gasped in surprise. It was one thing for Misty or Dita to suck him back to hardness after he had just fucked the other, but he hadn't thought other girls would do it. Apparently, they like the taste of mixed cum. he thought fleetingly before being distracted by lips on his own.
Celtic had moved to the side of Amarone and leaned over to kiss Hibiki, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance. As he felt her tongue slither into his mouth, he reached out and took her shoulders in his hands, pulling her closer. This time, there was no sign of any discomfort in the smaller girl. Indeed, her kissing gained intensity. As the two continued to make out, Hibiki slipped a hand down her side to touch her sex. Feeling the girl's soaked thighs, he figured that she was `warmed up' as Amarone had promised.
For her part, the dark-skinned girl was finding it harder to suck on his dick as it grew harder and harder in her mouth - which resulted in it also getting longer and thicker. Before long, she had to pull her mouth off his shaft before it got too big for her mouth. How does Misty and Dita manage to get it all in?! she marveled, slowly pumping the spit-slick shaft. Looking up at Celtic and Hibiki sucking face, she had an idea. Sorry, Cel, but I'm next! she thought, pushing insistently on Hibiki's hard stomach. Getting the idea, he lay back on the wet, warm floor, pulling Celtic with him.
With her objective clear, Amarone straddled his hips above his hard length. Touching herself, she made sure she was ready, then slowly lowered herself onto his erection. It took her three tried before she got the wide, spongy head into her tight passage, but just as it had with Bel, when the entire tip popped in, she gasped in pleasure. Hearing the gasp, Celtic broke her kiss to see Amarone impaling herself on his length. “No fair!” she complained to her friend. Amarone sent her a weak smirk.
“You snooze, you loose, Cel-chan.” she murmured distractedly, letting herself down on him some more, the feeling of being stretched as his length penetrated her distracting her from Cel's complain. Unexpectedly, her knees hit a slick spot, and she unceremoniously dropped onto his remaining length in one pass. “Aah!” she gasped, feeling his tip lodge against her cervix. A tiny stab of pain was immediately forgotten as she because aware of the sensation of his length pulsing in time with his heartbeat in her stretched passage. A throaty moan came from her lips as she savored the feeling.
Celtic was pouting. She was supposed to be next, not Amarone! “No fair.” she repeated, her lips frowning. Hibiki had a sudden inspiration.
“Celtic,” he said, trying not to pant too badly as he felt Amarone's passage massage his dick. “want to try something that neither Belvedere or Amarone have tried?” he asked her. “You can still be first in some things.” he added. Celtic looked at him. “I think you'll like it.” he coaxed. Shrugging, she nodded.
“Ok.” she agreed. Hibiki smiled. Reaching over to her hips, he grabbed them in his hands and gently guided her so she was facing Amarone, kneeling over his face. She giggled when she felt his breath on her bare sex. Feeling Amarone begin to bounce on his tool, he knew he better hurry before he blew another load. Firmly guiding the small girl's hips down, he ran his tongue along her slit before fastening his lips to her sex.
Amarone had just begun to bounce on him when a high, pleasure-racked squeal from Celtic made her open her eyes to see what was happening. Finding Celtic face-to-face with her was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Looking down, she saw Hibiki's chin just below Celtic's sex, and realized what must have prompted the girl to squeal like that. Taking her hands off her own breasts, she pulled Celtic to herself and silenced her with a deep kiss.
Hibiki was working Celtic's small sex with great enjoyment, his tongue and fingers seemingly everywhere as he tasted her sweet taste. He had realized early on that each girl had a different taste, and Celtic was no exception. Even with the sweet taste of her on his tongue, he had to admit that he still preferred Dita's taste to any others, though Celtic would be a close second. Shoving his oral muscle into her tight passage, he swirled it, seeking to capture as much of her slick, delicious juice as he could. Fortunately, she seemed to be eager to provide him with plenty on her own, her sex nearly dripping with honey.
Amarone was bouncing on him wildly as she and Celtic made out, their hands busy with each other's bodies as they soared toward orgasm. While they had been mutual lovers for a while now, they had never had it this good. Later, they would discuss it, but for now, it was time to enjoy it and not bother to wonder why. Feeling herself go, Amarone intertwined her fingers with Celtic's and leaned back, pushing Hibiki's hardness against the front of her passage, right on her G-spot. The two girls came together, high, breathless kneeing sounds coming from their throats before they slowly toppled sideways to the towel that had been dropped there, their hands still together. Panting, Celtic slowly, weakly, sat up. Looking at Amarone, she knew the girl would be asleep within minutes, given how the dark eyed beauty was slowly blinking and yawning between pants.
Hibiki found that he had gotten lucky, as he hadn't softened when he filled Amarone. The break in timing and position had helped save a little of his stamina. Still, he knew he wouldn't get it up again tonight if he didn't get Celtic now. After several deep, rapid breaths, he turned to the two and rolled Amarone over so she was on the towel. Glancing at her swollen sex, he saw a small bit of whitish cum leak from her passage. Oddly satisfied, he turned to Celtic, who was trembling a bit.
“Celtic, I think I have one more left, if you want it.” he said, feeling his tender dick begin to slowly flag. Celtic blinked at him.
“I don't think I have the strength to be on top.” she said honestly. “And you're heavy.” she pointed out. He was much heavier than her small frame. He considered that for an instant before grinning at her.
“No problem!” he assured her. Breathing a bit harder than necessary, he guided her over to the side of Belvedere and settled her on her hands and knees. “This should work.” he said, getting behind her. As soon as he got in position, he settled his slick tip at her entrance and pushed forward, holding her hips for leverage.
Thanks to the thick coating of mixed cum from Amarone, he managed to enter her on the second push. Celtic, feeling her passage stretched to an almost painful degree, groaned. Sensing that she would need a moment to adjust and relax, he held still for a moment, marveling at her tight passage and admiring the way that her nether lips were stretched tight by his dick. After nearly a minute, he eased forward again, sinking deeper into her unbelievably tight passage. The sounds the girl gave off as she lowered her head to her folded arms were mixed discomfort and pleasure, though the pleasure far out weighed the discomfort. Hibiki couldn't have said how long it took him before his hips met her small rear; neither could Celtic for that matter, as the pleasure had swept away her ability to think rationally.
Again, he paused, then began to slowly pump into her, gaining speed and power as he did so. Before long, he was hammering her in a frenzied pace, her small body shaking with his lust-filled strokes. The new sensations were too much for her, and Celtic experienced an orgasm the likes of which she had never thought possible. It was so intense and came on the heels of so many smaller ones that it managed to steal enough wind from her lungs to knock her out. Hibiki would have been worried when she passed out if he hadn't been so hormone-ridden that he didn't notice. Less than a minute after she happily passed out, he held himself deep in her sex and fired his last volley for the night. Though small, it literally flooded her stuffed groin, filling her uterus and spilling out from around his softening dick. With the last of his energy, he managed to gently lay the small girl on her side before he fell back on his back, losing consciousness before he had fully hit the floor.
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Jura stretched and turned to look at Barnette, only to find the girl standing next to their dresser, calendar in hand. Getting out bed, she crossed to stand just behind her equally naked lover. “Something wrong, Barnette?” she asked the green haired girl. Barnette flinched, then turned to Jura.
“When was my last period?” she asked the blonde. Jura started to open her mouth, but then shut it.
“Well, I had mine two weeks ago.” she said. “But, I don't think you did.” she said thoughtfully. “And before that…” she frowned. “Barnette, how many periods have you missed?” she asked directly.
“Two.” said the green-haired girl unenthusiastically. Jura blinked.
“Does this mean…?” she began, only to see Barnette silently hand her one of the test sticks. Looking at it, she blinked again before she realized what she was seeing. “Barnette!” she squealed excitedly. “Oh, I knew you could do it!” she gushed, grabbing her lover and kissing her soundly. “Now, you can fulfill your wish to be Mejere's heroine!” she said. Barnette gaped at her.
“My wish?! What is your damage, Jura?! You're the one that wanted to have a baby with a man, not me!” she screamed at her blonde lover. Jura just gave her a reasonable look.
“Now, Barnette,” she began patiently, “you know I couldn't do that. My Dread is one of only three that can combine with Hibiki's Vanguard to form a Vandread, and if I were pregnant, then we would not only lose use of Vandread Jura's defensive capability, but we couldn't use the Super Vandread, either. How could we fight the Harvest with me sidelined with a baby?” she reasoned. Barnette was beyond furious.
“You…!” she hissed, her eyes on fire. Jura reached past her ready-to-explode lover and grabbed a small box out of the top drawer of their dresser.
“I was going to give this to you on your birthday, but I think now is a better time.” she said, handing the box to Barnette, who automatically took it. Opening it, she found a ring exactly like the one she had given Jura the Christmas before. Barnette blinked, her anger forgotten.
“Jura, does this mean…?” he asked, shocked, as she looked at Jura's green eyes. Slowly, the blonde nodded.
“Yes. I have been thinking about it lately, and I actually got this before the raid on the men.” she said, taking the ring and slipping it on Barnette's finger. Barnette lunged over and pulled Jura into a tight hug.
“Jura!” she exclaimed happily. After several moments of silence, she eased back. “But, you know, there are going to be some problem with this.” she noted. Jura silently waited for her to continue. “What about Hibiki? I mean, this baby is from his seed, right? So, what about that `father' stuff that Pyoro is always talking about? And does this mean you aren't going to have a kid with a man?” Jura shrugged.
“Hibiki belongs to Dita, Barnette; we just borrow him from time to time. As for Pyoro - that thing's a flake! Who cares what nonsense it spouts? I still plan to have a kid with a man - most likely Hibiki - but not until the Harvest is ended. As for the rest, well, we'll just take it as it comes.” she finished.
“Sounds like you.” murmured Barnette, kissing her partner.
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Vandread: Seed Complete
AN: This is the basic arc, and while I MIGHT add more one-shots (as it were) from time to time, there is no more specific, time-line oriented action on this run. As for future projects, who knows? Don't bother asking me when the one shots will appear - I don't know yet. `As the mood strikes me' is the most accurate answer I can give. I'll let you know when they are up on my LJ.
As for Paiway, well, seeing as she is twelve in the series, I feel a bit uncomfortable pushing her into bed with a guy at this point. In a couple of year, she would be smoking hot, and Hibiki would most likely end up doing her; or Duero, either way.
For those who might say that Dita is not in character, I disagree. Dita strikes me as the kind of girl who is open and honest to the point that she doesn't care if she `owns' Hibiki or not, as long as she is first in his heart. `First among many' is a good description for her. Besides, if he only got one girl, it would be hard to make 8 chapters, now wouldn't it?
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OMAKE
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“Parfet?” came the voice of Dita. The chief engineer looked up from her work. Turning to look at the door of her room, she saw Dita standing there.
“Dita!” she said, breaking out in a smile. “Good timing!” she chirped. Dita froze for a moment, then moved into the room.
“Um, what do you mean `good timing'?” she asked the other girl. Parfet turned and grabbed something from her workbench. Turning to Dita, she held it out.
“What do you think of my new invention?” she asked eagerly. Dita gingerly took the thing, knowing that Parfet occasionally missed a safety issue or ten when in the throes of creative genius. “This thing will make me a fortune!” she bet herself.
The red-head studied the object for a moment, trying to divine the possible function of the device. An instant later, she gasped. “Parfet, this looks like…!” she began. Parfet giggled.
“Like a man's penis!” she completed. “Isn't it neat?!” she gushed. Dita frowned.
“Why…?” she began again.
“For those women who don't want to be around men, but want to know what it is like to have sex with men!” pre-empted Parfet. “I based that one off of Duero, by the way.” she noted.
“I thought it looked a bit different.” mused Dita to herself. Parfet got a thoughtful look on her face.
“Hey, Dita,” she began, “would it be ok with you if I made one based on Hibiki?” she asked her friend. Dita blinked. Parfet ignored her, lost in her own schemes.
“I'll be rich, I tell you! Rich!”
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OMAKE 2
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“You wanted to see me, Captain?” asked Misty, entering the conference room. With the captain were B.C. and Gasco. Looking up from her notes, the old woman nodded.
“Yes, Misty.” she said. “As you know, we have been preparing for the arrival of the first batch of men from Tarak, and there has been a lot of concerns from certain members of the crew about their behavior and lack of knowledge about women. So, I have decided to make you the `Integration Training Officer - Nirvana'.” stated the captain.
Misty blinked at her. “The `Integration Training Officer'?” she asked blankly. “What is that, exactly?” she wondered.
“Oh, it just means that you will train the men in man/woman interaction. Nothing much, really.” evaded the captain. Misty shook her head briefly.
“When you say `train'…?” she began slowly. B.C. took over.
“We mean you will teach them like you did with Hibiki and Duero.” she explained. Misty gaped at her.
“You're making me a whore?!” she demanded.
“Please, that's such an old word. We prefer `woman of negotiable virtue'” corrected the captain. Misty was having none of that.
“What you mean to say is `whore'.” she re-stated. Gasco shrugged.
“You say `tomato', we say `tomato'…” she began.
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OMAKE 3
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“You wanted to see me, Captain?” asked B.C. The older woman looked up from her notes.
“Yes. It's about your little secret.” she said. B.C. shifted uncomfortably.
“What about it, Captain?” she asked.
“Well, when we found out you were really a man, we got to thinking…” began the captain. B.C. had this odd tingly sensation in her spine. Oh, shit!
“And?” she asked as levelly as possible. The captain went on.
“Well, some of the crew and some of the men from Tarak are curious. The girls want to know how…endowed you are, and the men have some sort of weird thing for something called `dickgirl action', and I think you fit the bill…”
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OMAKE 4
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The head doctor of the Pirate faction threw up her hands in dismay. “What is going on here?!” she demanded of anyone who would listen. Just then, the door opened and Duero came in to the central sick bay. Beside him was Paiway.
“What's wrong?” asked the man of the woman. The doctor turned to stare at Duero.
“You're to blame for this, aren't you?” she accused him. Duero raised an eyebrow.
“For what?” he asked her. The doctor pointed to a list on the screen.
“For that!” she said venomously. Duero scanned the list.
“What about the list?” he asked.
“They're all pregnant!” yelled the doctor. Duero suddenly understood.
“Ah! That.” he said softly. Looking back at the list, he scanned the names. “Actually, I'm only responsible for about a third of them.” he noted detachedly. “Hibiki accounts for the rest.” he added. The doctor sighed as he scrolled to the next screen of names.
“My, he has been busy.” murmured Paiway, awed. Duero had to agree with her.
“Busy? Two thirds of the Nirvana are pregnant, and half the Pariso, too!” whined the woman, sitting down in her chair. “Anyway, what brings you two here today, anyway?” she asked the two. Paiway blushed a little.
“I…think he got me, too.” she confessed. The female doctor began to cry. Duero went to her and hugged her, soothingly patting her back.
“There, there. It will be all right.” he said softly. Before long, the woman wiped her eyes and eased back from his embrace.
“Damn hormone shifts.” she said, patting her five-month belly. “Being pregnant drives me nuts.”
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