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The Space Bimbo Chapter 12: Not Therapy! For Engy By Draconicon

Jo was left strapped to the bed for nearly an hour before the security officers - as far as she could tell, the same ones that tranquilized her at the brothel - came to fetch her. Surprisingly, they had Barnabas come along, the raven walking at her side as if he was a captive as well.

Well, he is more or less your sponsor, VANE said. After all the work he's done to take credit for the amazing things you did, claiming to have brought you here, he's kind of on the hook for the things you did, too.

...Way to make me feel like crap, VANE.

Sorry, but it's the truth. Besides, how do you think I feel?

I don't know. Amused?

Hardly. I'm stuck in here, and unlike you, I don't have a freaking off-switch. Do you know how boring it's going to be, listening to all of you talk about your feelings?

Despite herself, the lizard chuckled.

They took her and Barnabas to an open room, one that had three cushions spread out on the ground. Elizabeth was already there, the otter seated cross-legged on the middle one. A scent of cum and sex was already in the air, and it took the lizard a moment to realize that it was coming from a mister in the middle of the room.

Guessing it was their equivalent to calming incense, or maybe something to neutralize pheromone projectors, the lizard let herself be pulled free of the bed and sat up on the pillow. Unlike the other two, the guards pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them.

"What's that for?" she grunted. "I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"It's a precaution," one of the guards explained. "You could snap again."

"If she does, I can handle her. I am a qualified sexologist, after all, and -"

"You couldn't handle a wet paper bag if it was able to suck your dick, birdy," Elizabeth said. "But...take them off her. I'll keep an eye on her."

Surprised that the otter was willing to take that risk after what she'd done, Jo slowly shook her head as the guards did as they were told. She sat up straight once her arms were free, and rubbed her wrists until the men left. As the door shut, leaving them sealed inside, she slowly shook her head.

"I thought that this was supposed to be therapy. Where's the therapist?"

"Um, consider it more like, um, mediation. We're going to talk about how to move forward."

"...Does that still mean talking about our feelings?"

"Yep."

"Yep."

"Great."

Jo sighed, rubbing her head. The raven patted her shoulder.

"Look, I don't know what it was like in your universe, or if you were one of those males that just kept quiet about everything -"

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on." Elizabeth shook her head, the otter making a T with her hands. "Timeout...She used to be a man?"

"...Right. That wasn't something that you were told, was it?"

"No, but that explains a LOT."

"Well, that's not fair. Just because she used to be male doesn't mean that she is naturally going to be particularly aggressive. Studies show -"

"No, not that. I meant about how much she loves ass. I've never had someone licking me back there that hard."

"Oh, she was talented at rimming, then?"

"VERY. God, if I could have someone like that under my seat all day long...."

"...A fantasy to fulfill at a later date," Barnabas said with a definite note of longing and regret. "At any rate."

"Hey."

They both turned to look at her, the lizard stretching out her legs. She sighed, looking down at the ground.

"I want to get something clear with both of you. And that's the simple fact that, unlike both of you, I don't know the rules here."

"Well...you...um..." Barnabas rubbed the back of his head.

"What the hell are you talking about? Is this some sort of legendary slut backstory or something? Are we going to get a shimmer-fade as you go into some sort of tortured past, being flung from universe to universe as needed or something?"

"Fuck you, Elizabeth," Jo muttered, flipping off the otter. "I'm being serious here."

That's good. After all, if we don't reach a resolution where the otter's happy, they'll just lock us up in that cell again until we come back and try again. And again. And again.

Not helping.

Think I'm helping. Might be better to keep a good attitude. Hey, try smiling.

She punched herself in the back of the neck. It hurt like fuck, but the sudden yelp from the AI at the danger to his storage chip was worth the discomfort.

Still, she needed to make this clear to both of them. Jo looked from the otter to the raven and back, letting the silence linger for a few more minutes to make sure that they were willing to pay attention and not interrupt her.

"I came from a different universe. Barnabas can bear me out on this. Back where I came from, people didn't fuck around in war. Not literally, not metaphorically."

"How'd they win, then?"

"Usually, it was the side with less bodies on the ground that won. After you killed enough of them, you had the right to call yourself the winner."

The otter paled at that, and the raven turned his head. Jo gritted her teeth, glaring at them.

"Don't you dare judge me. I didn't ask to be sent her. Do you think it's been any fucking easier for me trying to figure out all the rules here?"

"At least it's fun here. At least no one dies," the otter muttered.

"Yeah? You think that's so great?"

Calm down.

No, fuck you. This deserves to be said, she thought back as she got to her feet.

"Let me tell you something, okay? I got ripped out of my own world, away from everyone that I ever knew, and got shoved here without a dick. I got FUCKED as soon as someone found me, without getting the chance to say yes or no because I was completely mind-fucked. Every day since then, I've had to give up more and more dignity, becoming a whore just to fucking survive in a world where I don't know the fucking rules. You all grew up with all this, I'm LEARNING it.

"Do you seriously fucking think that's better? That it's better to go from a fighter to a piece of fuck-meat? Why the hell should it be so easy for me to just fucking accept something like that? What fucking right do you have to judge me about where I came from? What makes your life so much better?"

"We. Don't. Kill."

She was surprised that Barnabas said it so forcefully. After so long seeing him cringe away from her and act like the shy pervert, she hadn't though the raven had it in him to actually stand up to her.

Literally, in this case, as he got to his feet to meet her eyes, staring at her and shaking his head.

"You're softening it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You called yourself a fighter, but that's not even the right word. I saw your weapons when you came through from wherever it was that you used to live. I saw what you carried, I know what they can do."

"So?"

"You weren't a fighter."

"...No. I was a killer."

"And you think being a killer is better than being fuck-meat, as you call it?" the raven asked.

"I didn't get a choice!"

"You never asked. You saw the average people in the brothel. Were they sex-fighters? Were they trying to grab dominance? Were they trying to do anything to you without paying?"

"...No," Jo admitted.

"The minute you got here, all that you wanted to do was get home, and you chased it the same way that you told me you chased people back at home." Barnabas shook his head. "If you wanted help, if you wanted something different, I could have helped you, but all you wanted was to keep acting the same. In this world, that's what you gotta do. Don't blame the system. Blame yourself for trying to stay the same."

"I...but..."

"He's not entirely wrong," Elizabeth muttered.

"Oh, and you have something to say, too?" Jo growled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact."

The otter pulled herself upright, shaking her head as the raven turned away. He was grumbling, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

"He'll be okay. Sexologists are kind of the ones that maintain the system, so criticizing it doesn't exactly get on their good side, but he'll come around."

"Hmmph. It's not a good system."

"Really? And you think being able to put a bullet in someone's head because someone thinks they deserve to die is better?"

"Hey, I could use my judgment."

"Could everyone? Could the average soldier?"

Jo glared at the otter, but couldn't think of a good rebuttal. There was some truth to that; while there were some people like her, ones that thought about the different contracts to take, there were plenty of bounty hunters that would take any offer of cash that crossed their desk. There were mercenaries that would do the same.

And the grunts on the field, the ones that did all the fighting, didn't have a choice if they didn't want to get imprisoned or worse for mutiny or insubordination. There was little in the way of choice in her world.

"At least we don't get our minds fucked with."

"There's rules about that here."

"I told you, I don't know the rules! How the hell am I supposed to follow them when everyone knows the rules except me?!"

"The same way that anyone else does. They try and learn."

"I did try and learn! I have a fucking AI in the back of my neck trying to fill me in on all this bullshit!"

"And how often do you listen, hmm?"

"I don't know. How much would you listen to a pervert in the back of your -"

Jo slapped a hand to her face, the implications of what she was about to say hitting her before she could say it.

Of course she should be listening to the pervert. Not necessarily about all the actions, but about most of them? Yes. Everyone in this universe was a pervert. The only ones that weren't were the ones that knew how to hide it a bit, like Elizabeth was doing right now. Barnabas was well-enough off that he could say what he wanted. The AI wasn't even living, so it didn't have to hold back.

Elizabeth was being...vaguely nice at the moment, trying to help her, but Jo knew that there was a mega-pervert under that. One that probably was putting out a lot of effort right now to help.

She had the tools to work with. She just...didn't want to use them. There was a big part of her that still resented what had been done to her, and she felt that she was completely allowed to feel angry about everything that she lost.

At the same time...

You going to listen to people now?

You have a horrible sense of timing, you know.

Yeah, well, that's part of being a half-finished AI. Barnabas never quite got the empathy cores just right.

Shaking her head, she forced herself to open her eyes and face the otter again. Elizabeth was still waiting for an answer, and she supposed she owed the other woman something, at the very least.

"Okay. You're right. I wasn't listening. I was trying to get by on instinct and just...fucking about until I got it right. That's the way that it works back home, so..."

"You didn't want to change."

"And I didn't like being out of control."

"Well, that's why you should have listened." Elizabeth chuckled. "The only people that have control are the ones that are at the top of the field. Why do you think I tried to knock you down as soon as possible?"

"...What are you talking about?"

"Ask your AI. I'm going to see if I can calm Barnabas down before he works himself into a full rant."

Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to VANE. The otter swayed a bit more as she walked, Jo noticed, and wasn't quite sure what that was about.

That's the rule of the universe.

What are you talking about?

Remember the property law?

Yeah, if you dominate someone, then you can own them. Why?

Well, there's sort of a psychological thing there, too. You were fighting it harder than most people, so you probably didn't notice it, but there's a mental suppression that happens when you're around the one that owns you. Sometimes it's more severe, sometimes it's less, but it pushes people to bow to the one that beat them.

Why the hell...just why?

Hey, it prevents uprisings, it keeps people from fighting all the time, and it makes it clear who is in charge. It's a very good way of keeping an authority figure from just getting knocked off their metaphorical throne.

Or of keeping a dictatorship in power.

Eh, either or. At the moment, though, it's working out. And it's why she's more helpful now. You kinda fucked the sub into her. She might rise up later, but that'll take her a long time to build up the mental energy for it.

...So she was visiting me...

Because she only had control so long as she was able to keep you as property. The minute that you flipped that around, you became the mistress. So, you have control, and she has less. VANE chuckled. I REALLY hope that you're going to keep her female, because -

You're not getting more lesbian scenes.

DAMMIT!

She bit off a chuckle at the AI's extreme reaction, shaking her head and watching the otter and raven talk. They were speaking in too muffled a tone for her to hear clearly, but they were obviously going over plans for what to do next. Possibly even when they were going to do to resolve this whole situation.

Jo shook her head, leaning back against the wall behind her. The world was turned on its head again, and she didn't know what to make of it.

On the one hand, she had long since given up any chance of being able to go home, but she realized that she'd been holding onto the idea of the old world being better than this one. She'd been resenting everything that she did because it wasn't what she wanted, wasn't how she worked when she'd still had a dick, and a part of her felt like she had been forced into something that she shouldn't want.

On the other hand, there was no denying that she was very, very good at the fucking around. Not so much at the whoring, but at the sex-fighting? If that legendary slut was anything more than a pipe dream, then maybe it really had been talking about her, giving her a role to take on. And she had gotten off to it more than she'd done so much as a guy in her world.

Ugh...

Do you want some help in letting go of your old world?

Maybe. Can you erase memories?

No, but I can give you a distraction. There's a problem out in the hallway.

Jo blinked.

What?

I wasn't going to say anything, but after I sensed a weapon going off, I figured you'd want a heads-up.

Fucking duh!

She pulled herself to her feet, walking over to the door. Barnabas turned to her, waving.

"Hey, we're not finished just -"

"She's not leaving," Elizabeth said, shaking her head, the otter joining her at the door. "Someone outside?"

"That's what VANE says. Weapons fired."

"What the hell? Nobody brings weapons out to the Therapy Ward. Not unless - wait...do you think..."

Otter and raven looked at each other, then nodded.

"The Anti-Bodies," they said as one.

"What the hell are those?" Jo asked.

"Oh, um, essentially a cult. Very anti-sex. Not very friendly about it, either. And I mean, really not very friendly. Extremely extremist. They do very, um, not so good, not so pleasant..."

"...They cut your cock and balls off if you're a guy, seal your pussy shut if you're a woman, and find ways to make any sort of sex as unappealingly painful as possible before they let you go," Elizabeth filled in.

"...That's fucked up."

"Yep. But on the bright side, it means that they're pretty easy to handle once you get past the chastity shields. Just don't get caught in their bondage blasts or libido-suppressors. It makes sex-fighting VERY hard," the other woman said.

It took her a second to realize that they'd effectively agreed to try and handle this together, and for once, she wasn't opposed to working with the otter. There was something comforting about it, about getting back to what she was supposed to be doing.

It's not that this is the only thing I can do, the lizard thought, running her hand down to the release panel for the door. It's just that this is the thing that I choose to do...because I'm good at it...

She took a deep breath. This was going to be the hardest fight yet. She didn't have any armor, any clothes, or any weapons. She was going to be going out there completely naked, fighting a cult that had come charging in looking for people to 'educate' on the proper style of living. They had weapons, and they were willing to use them.

Jo wasn't sure that she'd ever been wetter in her life. The risk just made it that much more delicious.

The otter and the lizard shared a glance, grinned at one another, then opened the door.

As soon as the door slid open, a series of darts went flying through the air, their opponents obviously on the alert. Just as expected, though, they had to reload, which gave the two fighters their opening.

Jo darted through the doorway, taking in the situation. Four people in the hallway, two of which were suppressed guards, two of which were cultists. They were completely wrapped in latex, head to toe, and it was clear that it was something to suppress their sense of touch, something to keep them from being tempted.

Still, she saw a hint of a bulge as she came running out, completely naked, so they weren't completely protected.

She grinned as she leaped through the air, grabbing one guy's arm and spinning him around, pushing him against the wall. Her leg followed, wrapping around his hip and pulling herself up, not quite mounting him, but rather grinding on him.

Aware that Elizabeth was fighting just as quickly and efficiently behind her, Jo leaned in and licked the side of the latex face. She felt it shift beneath the covering, knowing that her opponent was trying to pull away.

She didn't let him.

"You think that you can just come running in here and disrupting things?" she asked.

"The Anti-Bodies will always be there to remove the sin of this universe."

"Yeah, I've heard boasts like that before."

She smiled, sliding along his body, finding the bulge that his cock had made at her appearance with her pussy and sliding along it. She didn't hear a groan, but she felt his shudders running through his body.

Oh, he wants this.

What do you expect with bazookas like that pointed at him?

Gazongas, thank you, she thought back.

Smiling, she pushed her target to drop his weapon, and as soon as he did, she brought her hand up to his face. A quick slice of her claw opened up the latex near his mouth, and she kissed him...

And used her implant.

Almost immediately, he started getting all puffy-faced, his lips pushing out almost as far as hers did. She dismounted him, leaving him to feel the happy pleasure of air passing past his lips, shaking her head at how he hit the ground with a spasm of need.

Elizabeth had done something similar, though she was putting a bottle of some sort of pellets back in her pussy when she got away from her target. The pair of them shook their heads.

"No weapons worth using on them," Jo muttered.

"Well, didn't expect that, anyway."

"You think that you can handle your half?"

"Oh, I can handle them. The question is, can you?"

"Eh, they're boring, but I can deal with them."

"Boring?" The otter arched an eyebrow. "And here I thought you might be tempted by that ideology."

"Well..."

The lizard looked around. It was one thing to protest against the rampant sexuality that plagued this universe, but it was a completely different thing to do it this way. Kinda repugnant, in a way; it seemed to be more like trying to turn them into little robots with the libido suppressors and the bondage gear.

Shaking her head, Jo resisted the urge to kick the cultists beneath her, turning to the guards and slowly undoing their ropes. Whatever else the bondage guns did, they sure as hell tied good knots.

Soon, the two lizards were on their feet, rubbing the backs of their necks and stretching out their limbs, getting blood back into them. Elizabeth had already picked up a few of the ropes, turning them into lassos.

"You think you can pull one of them down?" Jo asked.

"Heh, trust me. You might have beat me in a sex-fight, but that's the exception. Nobody else ever has, and nobody else ever will."

The lizard chuckled, shaking her head. She liked the confidence, that was for sure.

"How many people are we dealing with, VANE?"

Approximately another dozen. They struck fast, so they didn't have to worry about being outnumbered.

"Well, a dozen's not too bad."

The rest of them are all horses.

"Even better."

"What's better?" Elizabeth asked.

"They're all horses."

"...Fuck yes. Size queen?"

"You know it."

The two ladies shared a high-five, then turned down the hall. VANE displayed a map for the lizard, giving her a quick update on the situation.

The majority of the remaining cultists were in the main lobby at the end of the hall. Nine of them were wandering around, keeping an eye on hostages and occasionally dosing them when their current dose was running low. Two were guarding the front door. One of them was missing from cameras, but the AI was pretty sure that the last one was hunting through the different rooms, checking on other patients and clients in therapy.

After a quick chat with that information in mind, the two bounty hunters had the same idea. Rush the front room, use the big guys for shields, and remind everyone how much fun it was to fuck.

Course, the security guards weren't so happy about the idea of being used as shields, but they weren't calling the shots, were they?

_Flash. Break down the doors, rush forward. The lizards get peppered by libido suppressants, darted all along the chest. They slump forward, but keep moving. Not sedatives, after all.

Elizabeth and Jo leap off their rides, grabbing onto one horse each. The others try and circle around, but the bounty hunters pull their new 'mounts' to the walls by using their manes and their balls as leverage. Soon, the sheer bulk of the latex-wearing horses hides them from the guns, and they're already grinding their heels against the rising shafts in the latex suits.

"Let them go!" one of the cultists shouts.

Neither female answers. They have a good angle here, with only their feet and lower legs vulnerable. Shooting at them would only get the stallions needled in the dick or balls at this point, and they know it._

Milking several orgasms out of the stallions via expert footjobs, the girls command the stallions forward, gaining soldiers. Two more men disarmed, four down. They lunge forward, taking two more, repeating the same tactic. The others rush for cover, abandoning their fellows.

Six claimed out of twelve. The odds are on their side.

The hunt begins through the building, searching down and finding each one of the cultists, ambushing them and stripping them of their protective latex. Sometimes Elizabeth rides the face and Jo rides the dick. Sometimes it's the other way around. In any case, they work as a tag-team.

Through the building they go, bringing down another, and another. Seven, eight, nine, ten. Only two more, one of them running down the hall, one of them still to be found. They knock the runner off his feet and milk his cock between their ass cheeks, a more anal-focused version of a double tit-job.

Adrenaline fades...

"That's all but one," the lizard said. "Where's the last one?"

"Dunno."

"That's real helpful, Elizabeth."

"Hey, you asked."

Shaking her head, Jo got to her feet, tapping the back of her neck.

VANE, any thoughts?

Only thing I can think of is that he'd go after someone that had a bigger connection to the whole sexy arrangement that this universe has. Either you, or -

"Barnabas."

...I should have thought of that. There's not that many sexologists, and they're the ones that keep the whole stupid thing stable. If they get hold of him -

"Come on!"

She yanked hard on Elizabeth's arm, the pair of them running down the hall at full speed, cum running down their legs and seed hardening on their chests. They were both a state, the pair of them covered in the juices of their partners, but she wasn't about to slow down because of that.

She wasn't going to let them take the raven.

They rounded the corner, hearing the sound of a struggle. Jo winced, pushing herself further, faster. The doorway to their room was open. She grabbed the doorframe, spun in -

Only to find that the raven was perfectly fine, his finger pressed right against the crotch of the latex attacker. The stallion in the suit was cumming his brains out, too, the bulge of his crotch looking like a water balloon that had been attached to a spigot.

"What the..."

"What?" Barnabas smiled. "You didn't think a sexologist wouldn't know a few tricks? Basic nerve play."

"You can make someone cum at a touch?"

"Yeah. Can't you?"

Lizard and otter shook their heads at the same time.

"Oh. Well. I should teach you that, then, shouldn't I?"

"YES!" they both shouted.

Shaking her head, Jo instructed VANE to get in contact with the law enforcement around. They'd need to send some people over to get the cultists before the mind-blank hypnosis wore off, and the people here probably needed some help just to make sure that they weren't disturbed by the sudden attack.

As VANE sent the message, it hit her that this could have been far worse than it was. Would have been far worse, in her universe. The attackers wouldn't have come in with libido suppressants, nor would they have been so easy to take down. They would have had bullets, lasers, tools meant to kill. And they would have had hostages to slaughter, too, rather than people that they were just trying to convert.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Maybe this place really is better...

"So."

She blinked as Barnabas and Elizabeth pulled her out of her thoughts. The otter smiled.

"Feel better?"

"...A bit."

"Good, because so do I, and I want to get the hell out of here."

"Heh, who said you were going anywhere?"

Jo smiled, grabbing the otter by the pussy.

"You're mine, after all...and I kinda want to make a few changes."

The End