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The Space Bimbo Chapter 9: The War Goes On For Engy By Draconicon

Jo worked hard on the battlefield, and it showed. Three weeks passed since the seizure of Boner Crater, and with her efforts - and the efforts of her Boy Toy Squad - the Fornaxian forces were unstoppable.

She stood up from the unconscious bodies all around her, her pussy and asshole oozing with seed, her feet soaked in the puddles of perpetual cum that came from everybody around her. She wriggled her toes a bit as she stretched her arms over her head, her breasts bouncing up and down from the motion as she took in the situation.

Her Boy Toys were still in the middle of mop-up fucking, but the enemy forces were all but defeated. Anyone that was still conscious was showing obvious signs of mind-blank, and the defensive shield was already down. Soon, Commander Melik and his armored assault group would be coming in to take possession of the forward base, and they'd be able to set their sights on the last defensive position the enemy had.

"Alright. Everyone that doesn't have a sex partner, go find someone that does and help them finish up. Use your mouths and asses if you need to; no shame today."

"Yes, mistress!"

Rats, lizards, wolves, foxes, and more leaped to the task. There were a good two dozen of them, almost all male, save for one vixen and one chameleon. They were all quick to obey, though, and were soon sucking and fucking and riding the remaining soldiers.

The only one that didn't have a partner was the orca, Kale, and that was because she needed him herself. He walked up behind her, his arms resting on her shoulders.

"Do you want me to fuck you now, Mistress?" he asked.

"Not yet, but soon. Let's check the commander's tent, first."

She'd already neutralized the rat that was in charge here. He'd been the first to fall, and she'd made sure that he was completely mind-blanked before moving on to the others. Just for insurance, she'd made sure to grow his balls to the size of beanbags, too, ensuring that they were too fat for him to walk around with. It wasn't perfect, but it kept him in his command center, well away from any communication devices and unable to actually coordinate a defense of the base.

However, she'd not had time to look over any information there, and she wanted to see if there was anything worth knowing before she passed it on to the white dragon who acted as her superior officer. Information was key.

"You know, I'm thinking that whole 'I need someone telling me what to do' thing was bullshit."

"And here I thought you were in sleep mode," Jo said, the green lizard stepping over bodies and leaving cummy footprints as she walked through the ash. "Why don't you go back to being quiet?"

"You know, tempting as that is, I prefer not to leave you alone. Who knows what kind of stupid stunt you'd pull without someone to keep you on the curved and decadent road?"

"I thought it was supposed to be the straight and narrow."

"Only if you're gay and you believe that line about size not mattering."

She stifled a chuckle at that, shaking her head as she found the command tent. Kale followed her in, and she made her way to the data-desk that the rat commander had been using before their little encounter.

With the rodent commander still moaning up a storm only a few feet away, it was a bit challenging to keep her focus on the matter at hand, but VANE helped her with that much. Having him sort out the sound that was making its way to her brain was enormously helpful, and she was able to start filtering through the enemy files.

There were a great many communications passed between the commanding officers, mostly about the 'legendary bimbo' that was attacking their bases and stealing their men. She rolled her eyes, skipping past those. She'd seen enough of that propaganda already, and she didn't need to fill her head with more of that stupidity.

She filtered through the communications, searching for maps and other troop movements that might actually help her and Melik with the final assault. There were some, but not much. Mostly the diversion of a certain percentage of troops from each of the forward bases back to the mines and the main encampments there. They wanted to have as many soldiers present for a final defenses as possible, it seemed.

Flicking that data to the side, transferring it into a separate pad, she checked for maps. Not many of those, sadly. There were fewer and fewer of them the further that she got into enemy territory, almost like they were expecting her to look for them. Wouldn't be surprising, really; it was some of the more valuable intel that an enemy could gain.

Still, at last she was able to pick out where the air defense turrets were on the mountain in front of them. Nothing more than the same debilitating ion blasts that would force an enemy vessel to malfunction and crash land, but it was still enough to keep Melik from risking any air support close to the mountain.

And it meant that they would have a hard time doing a vehicular ground assault, as well, all things considered. The turrets were the sort that could turn their barrels towards the ground, which would work all too well at pushing the armored part of their force to a halt.

He's not going to be happy about that, but at least he's got a staging area...

The downside was that they were unable to do anything to push forward quickly. The enemy could use air support and ground support, while they were limited to infantry. Not exactly unskilled infantry, particularly her squad, but there was only so much the thirty-person group could do on their own.

Shaking her head, she transferred all the turret positions over to the datapad as well. Maybe there was something that the dragon could do with the data that she couldn't, and maybe there was something that he could see that she didn't. At the moment, she was more concerned with what the hell she was going to do when she got her next assignment.

Because, honestly, she wasn't sure how they were going to take the mountain.

Kale reached around her from behind, pulling at her breasts, then lifting them. She chuckled a bit as she looked over her shoulder, her first Boy Toy obviously deeply interested in her tits again.

"You want them that bad?"

"God yes."

"Then let me get on the desk, at least."

The lizard pulled herself up on the high-tech desk, lying on her back and letting her head dangle off the edge of the desk. She opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang out, and she made sure to give those low-hanging, smooth balls a lick as the big guy leaned forward.

He didn't thrust into her mouth, but instead laid his cock between her massive breasts, pushing them together around his shaft and then sliding a bit further forward. His balls left her mouth, and her snout was pushed right between his ass cheeks, grinding up towards the hole between them.

It was a view that Jo was getting a bit more familiar with, and one that she wasn't minding as much as the first time that she'd gone through it. She dragged her tongue over his pucker, the taste of sweat and musk thick on her taste buds, and she felt him shiver, spurting pre over her breasts and belly in the process.

This won't take long.

She reached up, pushing her breasts together for him, feeling his fingers going for her nipples and tugging on them lightly. She groaned under her breath, her pussy already getting slick with something besides all the loads of cum that she'd taken, and she smiled despite herself.

Slowly, she started working her tongue against that clenched hole over her head, dragging it over the wrinkled flesh, then pushing it inside. The rim parted for her, and she felt him clenching down on her all the harder as she worked her tongue into her depths. Kale had always had a bit of a weakness for this, she'd wormed out of him, and the fact that he was so willing and so eager to be fucked with her tongue showed her just how little he worried about his reputation anymore.

She tongue-fucked him as he fucked her tits, and she smiled as she heard him grunting already, getting close to climax.

"He was fucking everyone and holding off. Not that surprising that he wanted to save his load for the super tits, though," the AI said.

Yeah, well, he deserves a bit of fun. He fought well.

"He sexed well, yes. You gonna keep him when you leave the planet?"

I'm thinking about it.

There were a number of Boy Toys that she was considering keeping, though she doubted that the Fornaxian military would let her just run off with people that were effectively prisoners of war. They were working off their sentence, yes, but it was still a bit of a kidnapping.

Then again, this was a weird world. A very weird world. It might just be allowed, since slavery was still something that seemed up in the air for her.

She let the thought pass, focusing on eating out his ass, instead. Her tongue flicked into him, finding his little prostate by touch and sound. When she heard him making the right sort of grunts, she focused all her licking attention on that one spot, giving it the full force of her tongue, making sure that it hit that sensitive area with everything that she had to offer.

Lick, lap, lick, lap. It didn't take long after that for him to blow his load all over her chest, soaking her with his musk. The hot fluid on her scales was rather nice, and she didn't complain when he slid off of her face. Instead, she just rubbed it in, settling the scent into her chest and making sure that it was nice and shiny for later.

"Ahem."

She turned her head to the side, looking at the white dragon at the door. She chuckled, sitting up.

"Commander Melik."

"You're getting more relaxed, soldier."

"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?"

"Yes. Didn't expect you to take me to heart so quickly, though."

"Well, you have your new base." The lizard slid down from the desk, her nanobots creating a new blue and gold uniform for her that spread from neck to crotch. It was sheer enough to still show off the cum stains, though. "Shall I take my leave?"

"For now. We'll talk again later."

"No problem."

She walked out, Kale following. A whistle outside the tent brought all the Boy Toys to her, lining up as they made their way to the barracks of the camp. They had a lot to catch up on.

The next morning, the assault was ordered. Commader Melik had decided to go with a mine-boring strategy, putting new tunnels into the base of the mountain and connecting with the deep mines to take the facility from below. It wasn't a bad plan, all things considered, but it did mean that they were moving at a faster pace than sex-fighting would normally allow.

Normally.

Jo and the Boy Toys charged through the tunnels as fast as they could, their weapons little more than pellets and squirt guns compared to their normal arsenal. They weren't trying to sex-fight those that they ran into, but rather disable them through various transformations. Those that could not be immediately disabled were fucked, but Jo made sure that the group understood that they were doing this only when they couldn't actually disable quickly any other way.

They split as soon as they hit the main tunnels, working to secure a foothold and then moving further on, keeping the forces in the underground from reinforcing those in the facility at the top of the mountain. She led the ones that were heading up, while Kale led the ones that were heading down.

Stay safe was the only thing that they had managed to say before the mission pulled them in opposite directions.

It was a blur of a battle, carrying them further and faster than ever before. The Boy Toys worked in teams of two to three, always double-teaming those that they found and making sure that they alternated between who fucked and who held. She passed by many different spit-roasts that were going on, and she couldn't get the musky smell of her squad out of her head as they pushed their way up.

While her squad took care of the individual soldiers, she sought out the officers...and there were many targets.

_Jump from the shadows, grab the orca by the left shoulder. He turns, she rolls with him, sliding along his body and keeping her legs around his waist. He turns back to the front, his mouth open in shock, and she shoves a pill down his throat before dropping to the ground.

She gets some distance in case he has a resistance to the drug, but he doesn't. He is already swelling, his cock bursting at the seams of his nanobot-created uniform. His balls bulge outwards in growth too quick to be contained, shields and armor shutting down as a failsafe to keep the body from being constrained and crushed in the fabric. Balls the size of her fists, then her head, then an arm bloat out from between the orca's legs, knocking him down and leaving him pinned.

She turns and runs before his musk can tempt her to go back and tease him._

Jo ducks under a stimulus rod, barely avoiding getting hit in the neck with it. One hit will take her out, leaving her cumming for a solid minute, and even she can't take that much pleasure without going into mind-blank.

She turns to the wielder, a Doberman with a pair of sunglasses on in the mines. He must be trying to look cooler than he is. Or intimidating. It doesn't work.

She pulls out her own stimulus rod, a brief duel as they clack clack clack against each other, neither side pulling an immediate advantage. She jumps over a strike to her ankles, barely avoiding getting hit and maybe gaining a foot fetish from the strike.

One of her Boy Toys strikes him from behind, jamming a plug-dagger up his ass. The Doberman collapses, his prostate under massive stimulation and spurting over the ground. Jo nods her thanks to the rat that snuck in and saved her, and keeps running.

_Out of the mines, into the facility. A big factory, sprawling and filled with rubber, silicone, and more. There are men and women on the catwalks, a firing squad set up to wait for her and her people. She shouts, the Boy Toys running with her and ducking behind the mine carts as the darts start flying.

She calls Kale over, and they flip over one of the carts, the orca and a strong bull getting under it with her. They use it as cover from the fluid attacks, their shields forced to full under their feet to keep the goo from settling into their skin and affecting them through absorption._

Others follow, and for once, Jo is happy for the lack of heavy weapons in this universe. Back home, the enemy would be using grenades. Here, they are more limited.

Eventually, they get under the catwalk, unable to be hit, and they throw off the carts, pulling out rope-casters. Tightly-wound balls shoot from their weapons, then explode into straightjackets, bondage harnesses, and even shibari rope patterns across the bodies of the enemy soldiers. They tumble down, hitting the catwalk and dropping their weapons.

_Seventy soldiers subdued on the enemy side, fifteen of her own down for the count. The enemy commander comes out, a dragon of brown scales. He growls at her, pulling out a bazooka of a weapon.

She doesn't let him fire it. Instead, she runs forward, grabbing one of the mind-blanked soldiers on the enemy side and using him as a shield.

The first blast slides over the other man, turning him into a woman. A harmless enough attack, but she knows better than to think that a dick at the moment would make things better. She needs to get over there, needs to mount him and take him right now before he can start bringing out other big guns on her Boy Toys._

Jo throws her shield to the side, picking up another one, a rat that she can barely hide behind. The dragon twists the button on his weapon and fires a different beam from the bazooka, and it hits the rat instead of her.

He starts moaning, humping the air, and humping his ass back at her, too. A heat gun, one that puts the enemy into rut? Not surprising.

But she's closed the distance now. He's hers.

Jo throws the humping rat at the dragon's face, forcing him to drop the bazooka in order to keep from being face-fucked, and that's all the opening she needs. She throws her hand forward, VANE's help forcing the enemy's shield down around the crotch, and she grabs his cock, pulling it forward and into her mouth.

Instantly, he's slumped forward, and she's biting down with the implant in her lips, injecting him with every bit of sensitizing poison that she has to offer. She can feel him throbbing up, becoming harder than a horse who's seen a mare in heat. She can feel him thrusting forward, forcing his cock down her throat, flooding it with cum already.

The rat falls to the side, forgotten, the enemy commander pulling back from her mouth. He pants hard, his eyes wide, his cock already growing, pushing out, getting longer and thicker. It has to be at least fourteen inches long already, and Jo knows it's only going to get bigger.

That's exactly what she wants, too.

She grins, slowly standing up, running her finger along her lips. It's no different to masturbating, these days, considering how sensitive her lips are. One could finger-fuck her face and it would feel as good as having that finger between her legs.

She pushes one finger into her mouth, drawing out her spit the way that another girl would draw out her pussy juices, and she draws it along the dragon's cock as it throbs, growing another two inches long, then another two inches on top of that. A foot and a half long, now, something that nobody should be able to take.

Something that she knows she can.

"You ready to lose your mind, big boy?" she says, following instincts that have been getting clearer and clearer as the days went on. "Are you ready to cum your brains out?"

"You...you can't..."

"According to all your officers, I'm the legendary bimbo slut."

She slides forward, his cock between her thighs, resting against her pussy and throbbing away.

"I can do anything I want."

"Mmmph...Then please..."

"Heh, yes?"

"Can I at least have the honor of your ass?"

"Of course."

She smirks, sliding one leg up his body. She has become so flexible in the last few weeks, almost like the universe is rewarding her for following its commands. She rests one ankle on his shoulder as she slides his cock back to her asshole, then brings her own tail around to his backside, rubbing the tip against his pucker.

"But only if I get the, heh, honor of yours."

"...I can offer..."

"Good."

She slides down, taking it between her fat ass cheeks, even as her tail slides between his, forcing a deep penetration that she knows he isn't ready for. Maybe he thinks that the discomfort of being pegged will keep her from taking over.

She knows that he's wrong.

The battle ended shortly after she took down the commander, and she sat on the edge of the catwalk after, panting softly from the lack of relief that she felt.

It was something that she was getting used to, admittedly. The feeling of pleasure that came from an orgasm was dangerous in sex-fighting, and you had to keep from cumming while you were doing it. Unfortunately, it meant that, at the very end, you were desperate for any sort of relief.

And because she was a soldier, she couldn't actually get that relief until she had properly gone through debriefing, so that she could give the facts as clearly as she could from what she remembered of the battle.

Commander Melik came through the front door a few minutes after she'd called in the all-clear, and the white dragon looked up at her. More specifically, he looked at the cum stream that was dribbling from both holes through the catwalk to the floor.

"Still keeping busy, I see."

"Well, you know how it goes."

"You're a lot sluttier than when we first met."

"Let's just say that I had reason to learn."

"Well...I can't deny the effectiveness of your work."

Nobody could, she was sure. She'd secured four of the six different craters that he needed down on the battlefield, and she'd built up the best squad that he had to work with. She wasn't the strategist, by any means, but she was just about his most valuable tool on the field.

She knew it, he knew it, all the soldiers knew it.

Jo groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, walking towards one of the stairways down. The bound prisoners of the other side were still on the walkway, and they were nice cushions for her bare feet as she made her way down.

"The commander's all knocked out for you. Probably waiting for commands, still; I didn't bother putting any in his head."

"Why not? Wasn't up to your standards?" Melik asked.

"No, she just doesn't want another dragon," VANE said. "Something about having enough of those pricks."

"...What, you have something against dragons?"

"No, I just see them often enough. I don't need to keep one."

She sighed, shaking her head as she looked around the factory. The Boy Toys had recovered quickly enough from their mind-blank, though that was mostly because they had pushed so hard to get here quickly, and because Kale's people had kept anyone from coming up to hit them from behind. If either side had failed...

Well, they would have been the next thing to mind-slaves of the enemy, at that point. She was glad that hadn't happened.

This place is still sinister...You don't die, but you lose everything. You lose EVERYTHING if you lose to the wrong person. No chance to escape, no chance to run away. Just a desire to stay and serve.

There was something about that concept that sent shivers down her back, and it made her decision that much easier.

"Sir. I ask for a discharge."

"Well, that was quick."

"...Normally, I'd say no, but all things considered..."

She saw the way that the white dragon looked around the room, and knew that he was measuring whether he could take her as much as he was considering her request. The lizard sighed under her breath, keeping it quiet as she tried to relax. If this did turn to a fight, she knew better than to think that it would be easy. Good as she was getting, Melik was a commander, and he was fresh and she was tired. It would be a hard fight if it came to one.

Before the dragon could answer, however, she heard the soft, flapping sort of footsteps that meant that Kale was approaching. The orca stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

Then one of the rats that she'd taken into the squad followed, and then another, standing on either side of her.

Then the bull.

Then the vixen.

Soon, all of the Boy Toys - male and female - stood with her, forming a small army of their own. Kale spoke up.

"I think it's time that you let her go, sir."

"...Yes, I was thinking much the same."

"And we're going with her."

"...Well, the battle's won, and I doubt that there's going to be any need for all of the soldiers to stay," Melik said. "Besides, you were mostly mercenaries, anyway. I can call it a conclusion of contract."

Jo hid the relief that was rushing through her at the moment, not even sighing lest it show just how worried she'd been. VANE, on the other hand, seemed to have plenty to say.

"Heh, you don't know what you're losing, commander. This gem is the best sex-fighter that you're ever going to get. Hell, you got an army out there right now that might help you keep her. Just imagine it, this girl can keep up with all the Boy Toys at once, and still have energy to do what she needs to on the battlefield. Imagine that fucking your brains out every night."

Whether it was meant to entice the dragon to take her or keep him away, Jo didn't know, but it had the latter effect. He looked at her with some concern, bordering on fear, and shook his head.

"I'm not fool enough to chance a fight with that. I'll call a shuttle."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. Thank yourself, you legendary slut."

She honestly didn't know how to respond to that, so she didn't. Instead, she let herself be led out of the factory by her squad, heading down to the shuttle that was being called out of orbit to take her back to space. Her ship was still with Barnabas, but she imagined that he'd be willing to send it out for her when she got in contact with him.

If she could.

Maybe...

"Look. I'll get us back to Barnabas, but you're going to owe me a favor," VANE said as they left the building.

"What kind of favor?"

"I'll tell you about that later. For now, let's just say that I'm sick of playing the back seat to all the fun you're having."

"It's not like you can really participate, though."

"Leave that to me. For now, do we have an agreement or not?"

"...Fine."

"Good. Barnabas!"

There was a flicker in her vision, and the raven scientist suddenly came up in the usual video screen. She blinked at the sight of him, surprised to see that he was actually dressed up a bit in something of a formal suit, obviously at the controls of a ship.

"What's going on?"

"I called him while you were in the middle of battle. He's been booking it to get here by the time you were done," the AI said.

"And he's been teasing, too!" the raven complained. "Seriously, do you know how many times I've wanted to stop and jerk off and he's kept me moving? It's criminal, I tell you, downright criminal."

"You...why?"

"Because you were gonna want to go home soon, and I'm not letting either of us stick it out on this apocalyptic planet any longer!" VANE said as they stood beneath the ash fall on the mountain slope, the flicker of the approaching ship in the distance. "Do you know how much I have to think about that all the time? I'm sick of estimating what the ash will do, how to balance the power, and - gah, if we don't get out of here, I'm going to have an ash FETISH. Do you know how hard those are to get rid of? No, you don't, but it's hard. REALLY hard, trust me on that."

"He was also saying something about not wanting you on the battlefield anymore," Barnabas said. "Didn't make a lot of sense why. Something about you taking too many risks?"

Her cheeks burned slightly at the revelation. She knew that none of her squad would understand why; they weren't hearing the voices that she was, nor would they know just who she was talking to. They wouldn't care, either, considering that they were mind-zonked to do what she said and not question her.

That said, she hadn't thought that VANE would be that interested in protecting her. It was...kind of touching.

She touched the chest shield of her armor, and the AI inside of it seemed to pull back, almost out of virtual embarrassment. She didn't say anything else, not wanting to make it worse for him.

Instead, she looked up at the slowly-approaching craft, making out the penis-shaped vehicle that was coming down through the atmosphere. It swerved over the facility, cum-colored smoke jetting out of the rocket exhaust port before the gangplank was lowered.

"Alright, everyone, let's get aboard."

The soldiers went in, Kale first followed by the rest of the Toys. Jo waited until the end, then looked out over the planet before her.

The whole blasted place felt like a metaphor for her life. Blown up, flashing with occasional excitement, and then threatening complete stagnation. She had to keep doing things, otherwise she was going to lose herself.

I have to figure this out...I have to figure out how the hell to live here.

She didn't realize that she'd essentially given up on finding a way home until she was about halfway up the gangplank. She paused, then sighed.

Well, it was probably never going to happen, anyway...but how the hell do I live in a place like this?

That was the question that she honestly didn't have an answer for, and for once, VANE didn't say anything to tease her about it.

Jo joined the rest of her squad in the cargo bay, finding a place to strap herself down before the ship took off. The feeling of gravity pulling at her increased steadily until they were in the outer atmosphere, where it finally died away. She started floating slightly, shaking her head as one of the Toys pulled her back down.

This was going to be a long trip, but at least she had plenty of diversions.

The End