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The Space Bimbo Chapter 1: A Very Different Place For Engy By Draconicon

Getting hired to do a job was very different from just grabbing one of the bounty holos that littered the bar and club scene that Joe was used to. Most people that wanted someone captured or dead just went about it the way that everyone else did. You got drunk, got angry, and spent a hell of a lot more credits than you wanted putting a bounty on someone that you barely knew. The bounty hunter did the job, the client went home and cried, end of story.

Having a planetary government approach him and tell him that they needed a mad scientist taken down was like something out of a holo-drama, but hey, they were paying top credit for it, so it wasn't like he was going to turn them down.

Joe brought his ship out of lightspeed just outside of the orbital field of the nearby gas giant. His scanners popped online, displaying a 2d readout on the screen in front of him.

Alright, Barnabas, where are you...

The lizard flicked his finger along the screen, muttering under his breath as the ship's shields flickered around him, taking a beating from the local debris field. Nothing major, but something to keep an eye on if he ended up waiting -

There it was. Looking like a compacted cube, the scientist's space station came 'round the planet, flinging itself through space and spinning madly as it did. The lizard told the computer to lock onto the spiraling thing, and then gunned the engines, chasing after it.

Hell of a place to put a space station, though, he thought as he swerved the needle-nosed craft this way and that, his boosters on the side of the ship paying off as they pushed him out of the way of larger debris that the shields couldn't handle. Right in the middle of a swinging belt...twenty years ago, no ships would be able to risk this.

These days, though, as long as you knew what you were doing - and Joe did - tracking garbage through a planet's rings was pretty doable. The engines on standard spacecraft had reached a point where they could easily match the spinning speed of the rocks and space dust all around him, so there was no risk of getting shredded by it the way that older generations of ships might have done.

He just had to keep an eye out for any debris that was going the opposite direction. Rare, but -

"Whoa!"

Joe yanked back on the controls, almost popping out of the ring as a miniature compacted cube almost slammed into the nose of his ship. It went spinning the other way, and he shook his head.

Too close...

Must have been a garbage dump from the space station. That, or Barnabas knew that someone was trailing him...

Well, if the scientist had gotten lucky, that just meant that the fight was gonna be that much more fun.

Little by little, he caught up to the spinning cube, settling behind it to take advantage of the path it cut through the debris around him. Joe studied the rotation cycle for a minute or two, then joined it, swerving up to the side and linking with one of the docking mechanisms. Even a hidden space station had to get visitors and supplies from time to time.

As he powered down his ship, he felt the gravity of the station assert itself, pulling him down against the leather seat. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, Barnabas, let's see what you've got for security..."

Grabbing a pistol, a knife, and a rifle that could be wielded with one or two hands, the green lizard pulled himself out of his cockpit and down the docking tube. He had to crawl forward, his white jumpsuit clinging to his scales as sweat and heat became more of a thing, but there was no lock waiting for him at the end.

Small plus. Guess the doctor ended up dealing with a lot of cargo and didn't want to wait for it to clear.

That, or he had a lot of traps waiting in the other hallways.

But he could handle traps. He pushed the hatch open and poked his head out into the corridor.

Bzzzzt!

And as soon as he did, he ducked back again, staring at the afterimage of the laser that had tried to take his head off. He hesitated, then waved his hand in the space where it had passed through.

Bzzzzt!

Another blast, another narrow miss.

Well, basic, but not bad.

Joe reached into his jumpsuit's chest pocket, pulling out a piece of reflective glass. He held it out, pointing it back the way that the laser had come -

Bzzzt-boom!

And the next laser got itself reflected. The lizard shook his head, dragging himself free of the docking tube and landing on his feet on the other side.

It wasn't much of a corridor, though he reminded himself that the station was little more than a small cube, just a spinning block through space. He doubted that there was square footage for more than a couple of labs in this place, particularly once you took into account life support, power sources, storage, and all that sort of stuff.

The walls were steel, and high-quality steel for that matter. He could see where little 'bots had been at work, cleaning the walls and floor so that it kept that immaculate new look, save for the little streaks in the corners where the 'bots would have been unable to keep from treading on it.

And he could see where he needed to go. Mostly because of the signs on the walls.

Lab one and two this way, he read, following the signs to the right. Hope that's not another trap.

It was another trap.

And another.

And another.

Joe coughed as he stepped out of the smoke cloud of the latest debacle, the white jumpsuit he'd been wearing scratched and torn and blackened from all the scrapes that he'd been pulling himself out of. The crusher room had been bad enough, but then there'd been the room with all the mines in it, and then the laser cutter chamber, and then...

There were too many to count, and he was getting downright sick of it.

The lizard walked up to the latest steel door, flicking the laser cutter that he'd brought with him into active mode. The knife-length beam of plasma and light burned just above his fingers as he stabbed it into the lock on the wall.

Alright, you son of a bitch. I'm getting sick of you trying to blow me up. I think it's time for you to learn your lesson.

A few quick stabs and the door opened on its own. He sheathed the laser cutter, pulling out his pistol instead.

On the other side of the door was the main lab, finally. Working behind a stainless-steel desk was a raven, black-feathered and swathed in a white lab coat. It ran from his neck to his ankles, and he wore a white shirt and a black pair of pants under it.

And he wasn't looking particularly happy, or brave, either.

"Oh, uh, Joe. I thought - oh, I thought that you would have died by now. Uh, how were the traps?"

"Great. Fucking great."

He leveled his pistol at the bird, who ducked down until only his eyes were showing from behind the desk.

"Wait, wait, you're not going to shoot me. I'm a good scientist. I've been a buddy for a while, haven't I? Been all sorts of helpful while you've been hunting people down. I give all you bounty hunters the best of weapons."

"You sell it at a hundred percent mark-up. Not exactly a good recommendation to keep you alive."

"They're good weapons!"

"Yeah, and you're keeping the best stuff to yourself. As usual."

He walked slowly around the chamber in the middle, recognizing the field projectors that lined the floor. Safety measures for experiments, he guessed, but if he got himself on the wrong side of them, he could end up trapped by the raven rather than having some control of the situation.

He rounded the desk, keeping the gun forward, one hand on the grip, the other behind it to stabilize it.

"You want to come in dead or alive, Barnabas?"

"I don't think you're giving me a real choice here."

"I'm giving you the choice between breathing and not. Pretty good choice. Pretty easy one, too."

"Can't I have one where I get to keep working?"

"Not unless you can pay me more than Yokar Two is."

"Hmm, I can't really pay that much in credits."

He grabbed the raven by the throat, lifting him up. He kept the gun pressed right to the vitals, too.

"Then you're coming with me."

"Wait, wait. What - what if I paid you in pussy, instead?"

"You don't have anybody else on the station for that. Besides, I don't go for slaves."

"No, no, seriously, I have a way to give you everything you want. Anything that a bounty hunter desires."

"Bullshit."

"Come on, just...just let me prove it."

"Guaranteed pay, or a trick from a crazy man desperate to live?" Joe mockingly made a show of considering it. "Nah, going with the guaranteed pay, thank you."

"You son of a - Nnngh!"

"You really want to insult someone with a gun pointed right at your liver?"

"...Point taken."

"Now, come on."

The lizard pulled the raven out from behind his desk and started the long process of dragging him across the lab. Barnabas, as many different targets did, had gone completely limp out of pure petulance. There wasn't much that he could do about it, either. The raven species was one of those that was weak enough that a stun blast could easily equal a killing shot, and he wasn't annoyed enough at the scientist to off him. Besides, the dead bounty was lower.

So, he ended up having to drag him, pulling him across the metal floor towards the door on the far end. He avoided the projectors again, keeping himself and the scientist on the far side of the room -

"Your penis is hanging out."

The doctor's statement was so out of the blue that the bounty hunter did the one thing that no bounty hunter should ever do. He took his eyes off the target.

There was no hole in his jumpsuit, at least not there, but there was a hole in his guard. The raven jumped up, grabbing his pistol, and before Joe could do or say anything, it had been wrestled out of his hands.

Barnabas shot twice, and the lizard instinctively jumped back...right into the force field projector's area of effect.

"Activate safeguard 3!"

The raven's command brought the force field up, sealing the lizard in a circular container that was barely six feet in diameter. Joe slammed his fist against the wall, shouting at the bird on the other side.

"You asshole! That's low!"

"All's fair in love and war."

"This isn't either of those things!"

"Well, who cares? I win, anyway."

"You...fucking..."

"Oh, you'll be fucking, alright."

Barnabas circled around the force field, heading back to his desk. Joe, on the other hand, knelt down to the projectors, fiddling around, trying to find any gap between where the projectors stuck out of the floor and where the field was emitted. If he could just cut a gap into the field, maybe -

"You see, I wasn't lying about you getting everything you wanted. Though, yeah, I wasn't being that serious about giving it to you for free, either."

"Keep talking, asshole. When I'm out of this, you're going to see how much I want from you."

"Oh, you won't be getting out. Not in time, at least. Look at the ceiling."

Beep.

Joe whipped his head up, his eyes going wide as the steel plates above him parted. Behind them, a gigantic dish pushed downwards, a needle-shaped emitter pointing down at him and already charging up with some strange-colored light.

"What...the fuck...is that?"

"That is my planar beam. It's very good for getting rid of people that you don't like."

"What the hell is a planar beam?"

"Simply put, it moves people between planes of existence. I imagine it's why you were hired to take me out."

He had no idea if that was the case or not, and admittedly, he didn't know what it meant to be moved between planes of existence, either. He just knew that this thing didn't look good, and it was probably going to fuck with him in a great many ways.

Redoubling his efforts to find one of the force field projectors, Joe dug his claws into the floor, trying to pull the panels out of the way to get at them properly. He could just make out one point of light in the force field that was a bit brighter than the rest. It had to be one of the projectors, it just had to be.

"Now, I hope you don't mind, but I plan on enjoying this. Why don't you just take this -"

The lizard yelped as he felt a sudden jab into his backside. He turned around, seeing a needle retreating back into a floor panel.

" - so that I can actually track down where you go? That way, if I end up needing information instead of a show, I can just yank you back...then again, I doubt I'll ever be bringing you back, so try and put on a good show."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You'll see. That beam should be juuuuuust about powered up now."

Desperately, Joe made one last attempt to bring down the field, but it was too late. The emitter fired, and he screamed as it yanked him out of his world.

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For a moment, it felt like he was floating in space, like everything else had kept moving while he had come to a complete stop. It was a strange, disorienting feeling, particularly as he could see the station, then the planet, then the galaxy go flying by. He remained completely stationary, able to see everything running away from him, flying away at a pace that was impossible to describe.

The universe left him behind...and another one rose to take its place.

As the blackness faded into the light of stars that he no longer recognized, Joe felt himself falling, being pulled down by a gravity that was foreign and familiar at the same time. It was the same gravity that he had been used to before the beam, but there was...there was something different about it, pulling him in a different direction, a wrong direction.

He screamed again as he came flying in towards the station once more, recognizing the planet, the belt...

But the station...

Why does the station have a dick on it? was his last thought before he slammed into the phallic-shaped thing.

#

He groaned as he opened his eyes for real, panting as he fell on all fours, sprawling out and gasping for breath. His body felt hot, aching, and...and not solid, either. Like something was breaking down, like he was being warped.

Shaking his head, he stretched out his hand, trying to claw his way across the floor to the wall, only to see his fingers shift as he did. As he stretched out, they narrowed, became more slender, more delicate and soft.

What...what the...

He pulled his hand back, hoping that they would change back, but they didn't. They were the same, almost like a woman's fingers, a woman's hand.

He looked at his arm as it warped, too, the thick muscles that he'd used in his rough trade fading away, his arm becoming more toned, more slender, more gentle and soft. His green, pebbly scales turned smooth, linking together until it looked more like he had green skin rather than green scales.

His claws shortened, then turned purple, a soft, delicate, female color.

"What the fuuuuuuck?"

Joe grabbed at his face, feeling his lips pulling forward, puffing up, his snout rounding out slightly and becoming more tube-like rather than anything more natural. He grunted, rubbing a finger on his swelling lips -

"MMMPH!"

Only to fall, rolling on his side at the sudden stimulation. What the fuck? Why...why did that feel good?!

Desperate to believe it was a fluke, he touched his lips again, only to be left moaning, gasping, panting at it. It was like getting a blowjob in terms of pleasure, only he was getting that feeling only from touching his lips.

As he arched his back, his chest felt heavier, swollen, and his eyes went wide as he realized what that might mean.

Oh god, no, no, you can't be serious!

He looked down at his chest, staring at the big globes that were slowly pushing forward in the jumpsuit. They were getting bigger, heavier, nipples that were bigger than any lizard female back home starting to make bulges in the white fabric. As he stared, his lips parted, some drool running out of his mouth and smearing the front of the jumpsuit, turning it almost see-through from how soaked it became.

Boobs. He was getting boobs, and they were big ones, too, heavy enough to roll, but somehow defying gravity and staying upright, perky.

What the fuck...what the flying fuck...

He grunted, trying to roll over, only to gasp again as his sensitive nipples dragged across the fabric. He thrust his hips forward, almost cumming from that strange feeling, almost losing himself to the pleasure that was forced on him. His tail went up, something that had never happened when he wasn't about to blow his load inside of some random bitch.

Nnngh...mmmph...

Joe panted, his teeth gritting tight behind the puffy lips he had. His breasts were still growing, ballooning out in his jumpsuit, spreading the rips and scratches that were all over the front of it and threatening to burst free if they didn't get some slack soon. The lizard tried to ignore it, trying to crawl forward -

"Mmmmph!"

It was so hard, though, every movement dragging growing nipples and boobs, boobs that were more sensitive than they had any right to be, right over the front of a rough, soaked jumpsuit. He wanted to rip it off, wanted to give them room to breathe, but the humiliation of being a bounty hunter with bimbo tits -

"Nnnngh?!"

What the fuck? He felt a sudden bubbling in his ass. Joe looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he saw the rips and tears that were spreading across the back of the jumpsuit, his green, scaly ass...growing. Growing bigger, and bigger, and wider, and thicker. It was spreading out, ripping through the already-tight jumpsuit.

His thighs were doing the same, bulging out the leggings, ripping them. They came loose from the top of his thighs, rolling down his legs to his boots, and -

"Oh god..."

He could see his cock...and while it was hard as a rock, it was shrinking. Shrinking slowly, but surely, disappearing into his crotch. Joe managed to roll onto his back, staring past his ballooning breasts and swollen lips at the shrinking shaft.

No, no, you can't...mmph...fuck...

He managed to lean back against a nearby wall, panting softly at the feelings that were swelling in him, the panting breath, the shivering, quivering, trembling sensations and tingles that were running through his body. Everything was so sensitive, so very needy, desperate to be touched and played with. The nerves in his cock seemed to be collapsing together, coming all into one point so that it could be ever more sensitive.

And beneath it...

His taint felt like it was swelling, like something down there was getting ready to open. Considering what was happening to his cock, he could imagine what that was going to be. He shook his head, his hips twitching despite his every attempt to keep them still, his body trying to hump the air.

His growing ass finally forced the jumpsuit to give up the fight, the back of it ripping and only a single strand of the fabric running up between his ass cheeks, giving him a sort of thong look from the back. His breasts gave one last ballooning thrust forward, growing out of his jumpsuit and bouncing into the world.

And his cock...disappeared.

"MMMMMPH!"

The sudden 'unzipping' feeling between his legs was accompanied by a blast of pleasure that he - no, she - had never felt before. Joe screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, thrusting her hips forward as she came in her jumpsuit, soaking the crotch of it.

She came again, and again, each rolling orgasm forcing her eyes wider and wider, her mouth falling open, her tongue hanging out, and her mind going blank.

Literally, going blank. It was like each orgasm forced her down into a different state of mind, ripping her from that independent place and pushing her to be more...open-minded, more of a blank slate, more of a little creature that needed to be directed.

Not a bounty hunter.

Just...a thing...

Waiting...

For...

Commands...

She laid there, unable to think, unable to move, waiting for something, anything to remind her of what she was supposed to be and do.

Out of the corner of her eye, some shadowy figure approached. He was slow, but he was...he was definitely male, from the smell that filled the air. It wasn't just her scent and juices that soaked into her that she smelled. She smelled someone that had been teasing himself, maybe even jerking off to what she had been going through.

It was...weird. She didn't want to be turned on from it, but her body was already getting hot, getting sensitive, needy, arching her hips forward a bit as she slid further down the wall.

Her vision was spotty, but she could make out a black color, something that was painted over a slender sort of silhouette. Soft arms picked her up, carrying her, and a voice whispered to her.

"Slut, whore, needy little cum-bucket. You want to fuck. You want to fuck more than anything that you've wanted to do in your life. You want to bounce on cock, you want to suck dick, you want to feel it inside of you and spurting all over your inner walls, all over your face. You want it more than anything, more than food, more than water, more than air."

Her empty mind latched onto his words like they were the gift of the gods. She held tight to them, using them as an anchor to repurpose herself.

Need cock, need cum.

He was a male. He would have it.

Need it inside me. Need it...

They reached the bedroom. She was laid on the bed, her eyes focusing slightly more. She could see the man, see him pulling open a lab coat, saw him opening his pants and letting out a cock that was slender, but long enough. Seven inches, maybe.

Good enough, particularly with the balls underneath.

Need it now!

She thrust herself forward, rolling onto her belly. She moaned as her breasts ground against the sheets, and moaned louder as she stuffed his cock down her throat, feeling it rubbing against her lips and giving her that wonderful pleasure again. The lizard grabbed him by the hips, pulling him forward, feeling feathers against her fingers but barely noticing.

Cock. She had cock. Now she had to get cum.

The lizard bounced and bobbed her head, desperately sucking, her body knowing what to do without her telling it. There was just an instinct there now, something that pushed her to do this, to try that, to give something new a try. It didn't always work, but the male above her was moaning, and that was enough for her.

Bob, bounce, bob, forcing his cock into her throat, feeling the lovely pleasure as it rubbed against her lips the way that a tongue might have once done to her cock tip. It was a wonderful feeling, making her pussy juice against the remnants of her jumpsuit.

Soon, the male took control, grabbing her by the back of her head and shoving her down on his cock, forcing the shaft all the way to the back of her throat. She didn't gag, surprisingly, but instead swallowed it down, pulling it into her neck and swallowing instinctively, feeling it pulse.

"Mmmph...good...fuck...you are a cum-hungry one...aren't you?"

"Mmm...mmm..."

Joe could only moan as she sucked down on that shaft, savoring its musky flavor, desperately gagging on it and forcing it to fuck her face. She could feel his balls against her chin, felt how close he was to stuffing her with all the seed she could ever need.

She wanted it.

She needed it.

After a few more thrusts, he came inside of her, filling her mouth to the brim with his cum and then some. She swallowed as much as she could get, but the lizard didn't complain as he pulled out and sprayed it over her face.

She did, however, feel more than a little dissatisfied as she saw his cock go down.

"More cum..."

"Heh, don't worry, you -"

"More cum!"

Grabbing his dick, she stroked it as hard and fast as she had once done to her own when trying to give a whore a facial. The male screamed, trying to pull her hand away, but she was not to be dissuaded. She might be less bulky, but she still had some muscles, enough to get what she needed.

She pulled him onto the bed, desperately nosing his balls, dragging her lips along the head of his cock, almost getting off from that alone. He was starting to get harder, but he was still spasming, trying to push her away.

Joe didn't care. She needed his cum, and she wasn't letting go until she got another good dose of it.

Knowing that she needed more than her mouth, though, the cum-dump lizard slid further up the bed. She reached down to the near-thong that her jumpsuit had become between her legs and used her claw to cut it open, letting her pussy free, letting it drip on the bed.

"Holy - oh god, wait, wait, I'm not ready."

"Need cum, need cock, need cum, need cock."

Desperately, Joe lined herself up with that cock, and then -

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

The pleasured scream of the lusty lizard and the oversensitive cry of the desperate feathered male filled the room, followed by the squelching sound of hard riding.

The next...morning? Well, one could never be sure in space. At the end of the next sleep, Joe woke up and felt messy. Messy, slimy, and sticky with all sorts of things that he had never meant to be sticky with. He groaned, lifting the blankets -

Only to be greeted with his boobs...and his pussy.

"...Okay, that happened."

"It happened, and it happened again, and again, and again...God, you're good."

Who the...that sounds...familiar...

The lizard slowly turned his...her? Her head towards the side. Looking at her from the other side of the bed was none other than the raven, Barnabas.

"Barnabas! You fuck!"

She punched the bird in the face hard enough to knock him out of bed. As he hit the ground with a groan, she grabbed for something, anything that could be used as a weapon. The alarm clock? Heavy, metal, digital. Not meant for movement, but it'd do. She ripped it off the nightstand, holding it over her head -

"Wait, wait!"

The raven was covering the eye she'd punched, staring up at her.

"How do you know my name?!"

"What do you mean? You sent me flying across the fucking universe, you prick. And now you fuck me? What the fuck? You fucking -"

"What are you talking about? I'm a sexologist. I don't know how to do that."

"...What the fuck is a sexologist?"

"What is - everyone knows what a sexologist is! We're the highest paid people in the galaxy."

"No...no, that's not possible."

The raven pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his eye.

"Ugh, nobody's ever done that before..."

"I'm sure someone's thought about it."

"No, people don't fight like that. They just have sex fights. There's no such thing as a fist fight anymore."

"..."

Joe slowly shook her head. That...that was impossible. Nobody...what...

Barnabas looked up at her, and then blinked his good eye.

"You...you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No..."

"Then you really...oh my god...oh my god..." The raven grinned. "This is AWESOME!"

She wasn't sure why, but she punched him again for that. He toppled over, hitting the floor, but he kept on grinning.

"I deserved that, but woo-hoo! Sexy student!"

The End