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The Space Bimbo Chapter 2: Two Wacky Companions For Engy By Draconicon

It took a little while to get this Barnabas to actually give her some clothes, though not as long as it took to explain that she needed them. He seemed to believe that being naked was completely normal, even if you weren't going to have sex (which the raven seemed completely convinced she wanted to have again). However, after breaking the tip of his beak, Joe managed to convince him to give her a robe, at least.

"You know, nobody has ever come from another universe like this," the raven said as they left his bedroom, entering the same hallways that she'd been running through...well, she wasn't sure how long ago. Or how long since she'd been knocked out of her old universe, either.

She had been fighting against the thought that her old home was that far away, but the more she saw, the more convinced she was that she was not in old System Kansas anymore. The walls were adorned with various pornographic holos, each one moving in a very erotic, very adult way. She looked away when she saw the tell-tale signs of subliminal flickers, realizing that those were trapped in very different ways to the walls of the other Barnabas's station.

The floor was covered in stains that were gradually being cleaned up, and there was a puddle against one wall that she would just bet had come from her. She didn't take pride in it, but there was a horrible feeling that she really had been that wanton, that needy when she had arrived. She would have left a stain like that, she supposed, much as she didn't want to think about how excited she had been on arrival.

The raven never stopped talking, either, continuing to drown her in information about this 'universe.'

"I don't know what it's like where you come from, but that sort of punching - ow, by the way - isn't the way of things here. It's more based around sex and fighting with pleasure. It's more fun, at the very least."

"And a lot more invasive."

"More invasive than a laser?"

"Hey, they started it. I'm just finishing it."

"Ah, but -"

"Look, just keep to the point. I'm not here for a philosophy lesson."

Nor was she there for the pleasure that the universe seemed intent on inflicting on her. Her nipples were still rock hard beneath the robe, and they were grinding against a sort of texture that she had never paid attention to before. The simple bits and pieces of fluff beneath the robe were grinding on her, stroking her nipples, pushing them to harden further and further until they stood up like little spikes on her breasts.

She had expected to be weighed down by the massive globes, but nope. The rules of this particular reality almost seemed to be inclined to make them bounce more than usual. She had never, ever seen a whore on her planet start bouncing like this, and she imagine that if any of them did, they would have gone for a reduction post-haste.

They were passing two different labs, one of them with a male in it, the other with a female. They were both screaming in pleasure, stuck behind force fields, and the male was humping against it while the female was collapsed on the floor, her back arched and her legs spread, toes curling against the ground.

"What the hell are you doing to them?" she hissed.

"Oh, just testing out some orgasm drugs."

"The fuck? Why?"

"Well, that's part of the job. Sexologists help people of various backgrounds. You know, this is actually a military application."

"...You're fucking with me."

"Oh, no. The faster that you subdue someone, the quicker you can get on with the operation. Useless for stealth, of course, but on the open battlefield -"

"Great. Drugged weapons. I thought we were done with that sort of poison."

"Maybe where you come from. Here, it's a lot better than the alternative."

Joe wasn't so sure about that, but the reptile doubted that she had the time or freedom to argue her case on that. Regardless, it felt like watching a violation, even though both of the subjects - both rats - were obviously enjoying themselves.

She shook her head as they entered a third lab, the raven gesturing for her to sit on the medical table in the middle of the room. Joe reached around the sides of it, and then checked beneath it for any signs of wires or projectors that would hold her down. When she was satisfied that she would be safe, she sat down on the table.

Of course, the first thing that the raven did was try to spread her legs. She grabbed him by the bent part of his beak, yanking his head up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Checking your vitals, checking your vitals! Ow, let me go!"

"You can check that up here. Get that beak of yours away from my..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, shame pulling her back and keeping her from describing the slit between her legs with any actual words. Her cheeks burned as she finally let go of him, shaking her head.

"Just...examine me normally, you perverted bird."

"I'm a sexologist. I examine from there outwards."

"Yeah, well, I'm a patient from a different universe, and I don't want you down there."

"You're going to have a very hard time here if you're this prudish."

"Fuck off. Just tell me how my vitals are."

"If you say so. You know, this would be a lot easier if you weren't wearing the robe, though."

She threatened him with a fist, and the doctor started examining her.

After he checked her blood pressure, took a blood sample, and did something with a scanner gun that she honestly didn't understand, he turned away and poked at a console that rose up from the floor. At first, she thought that he was going through the results, and then she heard the tell-tale boops of a card game being played.

"How long do we wait?" she asked.

"About five minutes. Do you want a round?"

"No."

"Well, I promise, this is completely necessary before we get into how things work."

"I don't care about how things work. I just want to go home."

"Impossible."

"Says you. I bet you'd say it was impossible to get here, too."

"Well, yes. But I am the foremost sexologist in this part of the galaxy, and I assure you, I would have heard about that if it existed."

"So...have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Heard about it?"

"Oh, um..."

The raven whistled as he turned around. Rolling her eyes, Joe turned on the table and swung her tail around.

It hit the raven and knocked him off his feet. Unfortunately, it also swung the lizard right off the table, leaving her falling and landing right on her fat ass, her legs spread akimbo and the room spinning.

"Owww, why did you - oh, hello."

"Ugh..."

By the time that Joe looked up, the raven was kneeling between her legs, feathery fingers rubbing up and down along her thighs, teasing her right in the places that she didn't want to be touched. One was circling around her clit, sending shivers up and down her spine, shivers and tremors of pleasure that were far stronger than what she was used to feeling as a male.

"Nnngh...get your hand...outta there."

"But it's so...wet. Wetter than the sluts that I usually call in. I mean, there are professional whores with vaginal implants that can simulate this, I imagine, but the scans showed no signs of -"

"OFF!"

She pushed him back with a foot under his beak, and the raven held up his hands.

"Getting off," he muttered, standing up and pulling back. Joe shook her head, getting to her feet again and trying to ignore the heat between her legs.

She had never been female before, so she admitted that this could just be how women were, but this felt like it was far more high-intensity down there than it should have been. The doctor said that he had never seen someone that wet, too, and while she was loathe to take his word for anything, this seemed like something that he would know about.

And if he was wrong, then he was just fucking with her. There was no harm in taking it seriously for now.

She reached down, idly touching herself, and almost immediately her legs tried to buckle. She grabbed for the exam table, holding it tight to keep from falling over, hissing under her breath as her pussy and her asshole started clenching, begging for something inside of them, pushing for her to go further, to let herself get fucked.

Okay, no fucking way are girls dealing with that all the time. If they were, then there'd be no guy that went un-laid.

Shaking her head, she dragged herself back onto the table, sitting with her legs pulled tight together and the robe wrapped even tighter around her. The last thing she needed was to give the doctor another invitation.

Eventually, the raven turned back to the console as it beeped at him. He hummed and hemmed and hawed to himself, finally turning to look back at her.

"Well, you're not pregnant."

"That's what you were testing for?!"

She was about to punch him, and he looked like he knew it, because he ducked behind the console.

"No, no, bad joke. Sorry. Well, not a joke, but you know, not the only thing I was testing for, either."

"You better not have been...what was the point of all the blood tests and scanning?"

"Well, I was just making sure that you really had come from somewhere else...and you have."

He gestured for Joe to come look at the screen, and after a few moment's hesitation, he did just that. The gobbledygook that covered the monitor didn't make sense to him, but a glance at the doctor got the raven explaining it.

"You see? This line and this line. They're the signals in the brain that relate to the libido in the body. A chemical reaction, so to speak, translated through the electric signals from neuron to neuron."

"Okay, that makes sense..."

"Well, see, here's the average for our universe," Barnabas said, dragging one finger along the higher line, one that went right up through the top of the screen. "It rises very fast, and it goes right through the roof. Whereas with you...well..."

The raven pointed to the other line, which stayed very straight, almost going through the middle of the screen save for one sudden spike in the middle. The lizard pointed to it.

"I'm guessing this is where you were teasing me?"

"Correct," the raven said. "Unlike most people, you spike ridiculously fast. In fact, one could almost say that you have something of a hair trigger. However, unlike most people, you have a near-immediate recovery...at least, for one orgasm. It might actually be enough to give you an edge in sex fights."

"Why? Wouldn't that just make me easier to get off?"

"Well, technically, yes, but that's not the main point. You want to get an opponent to mind-blank status, and having a free recovery with the first orgasm means that you could have a better chance than most."

"Wait...mind-blank? What the fuck is mind-blank?"

"Oh, um...right. You wouldn't know that. May I -"

"You are not fucking demonstrating something called 'mind-blank' on me."

"You're no fun."

"And you're too much. Now, explain!"

"Well...maybe a video."

With just a few buttons pressed, the wall of the lab converted into the largest holo-screen that the lizard had ever seen. He imagined that it would be very useful for doctors working through a medical exam, but unsurprisingly, all that came out was porn.

Highly detailed porn, too, showing a dragoness on her back, fighting off four other opponents as they worked on tying her down, pulling her arms and legs to the side, her pussy on display and her asshole already getting fingered.

"If you'll look at her eyes?" Barnabas said.

The lizard obliged the doctor, and was surprised to see a sort of glazed look on her face. Usually, she only saw something that blank on someone that she'd hit too hard over the head, like they were losing some bit of mental processing ability.

"That's the start of mind-blank," the raven explained. "It's a point where the mind is hit with too much stimulation at once, and goes, as the state calls it, 'blank.' It's how fights go in the modern day and age."

"How...how even..."

The lizard shook her head, watching the show with a mix of fear and a tiny little twist of arousal. The dragoness was now being fucked by two smaller males, one in her ass, the other in her pussy. Her head was tilted back, her lips pursing into a grimace that even she could tell was forced. The dragoness's pussy was drooling, twitching -

Suddenly, the hologram came, and she spasmed, her tongue hanging out. She looked completely limp and needy, her body twitching as one of the males - a falcon - leaned over and started whispering in her ear.

"What's he doing?" Joe asked.

"He's starting the subduing process," Barnabas explained, standing next to the lizard. "A sufficient number of orgasms basically blanks the brain. Each successive one takes you deeper, and then at the end, you're kind of a blank slate. You can resist to some extent on the way down, but it gets harder with each orgasm you have."

"So, it's like...like hypnosis or something?"

"Kind of, yes. Who said that sexy girls can only have boobs instead of brains?"

"I can still hit you."

"You know, I could get used to that. Masochism is something I haven't studied enough to know if I like it or not."

"Keep that up, and you'll be studying it whether you want it or not."

"Should I get the crop?"

Flipping off the bird, Joe kept watching the show, studying it as best she could.

It was...fascinating in one way, horrifying in another, and completely hot in the third. Within a minute or two, the dragoness was eagerly letting the falcons tie her up, pulling her arms behind her back and wiggling them deeper into their restraints. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, making her look like a dumb slut.

"Please tell me that only happens to dragons."

"Oh, no, no, hardly. This is universal."

"Well, maybe I -"

"Nope."

The hologram changed, and this time, it showed Joe. She recognized herself, saw herself arching her back and cumming right then and there, live for the camera. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever as she saw the puddle she left on the ground, but more than that, she could recognize the face she was making.

It was the same expression as the one that had been on the dragoness's face, the same emptiness that was waiting to be filled.

Unsurprisingly, Barnabas entered the recording then, but to her shock, she saw him leaning down, whispering to her.

"You...son of a bitch..."

"Oh? Is something wrong?"

"You controlled me? You fucking...you did that to me?!"

"Well, I thought that you were a subject that had gotten out, in my defense. It's completely alright to do that with someone. If you are on top of things, that never actually happens to you, but if -"

"That's rape!"

"That's keeping people safe," the raven countered.

"Fucker..."

Still, it was something worth knowing. She needed to keep track of who got between her legs, and she needed to make sure that she only orgasmed when she wanted to cum, not when someone else wanted to. It wasn't the sign of a good lover to try and get her off first, not in this universe.

Shaking her head, she looked back at him again.

"You didn't answer the question earlier."

"What question was that?"

"Is there a way out of here? Is there a way for me to go home? And if you can't make it, have you heard about someone that could?"

"Well..."

The raven rubbed the back of his head.

"There is, technically, something that's capable of multiplanar folding and pulling the different pieces of existence close enough together to step through to the other side, but -"

"I'll take it."

"You - what? I don't have it, though."

"Then I'm going to help you build it."

That would be simple enough. It was just one more hunting mission, after all. She had done enough of those in her life, and whether she was hunting down people or equipment, she knew her business.

"I'll need a ship, weapons, and whatever passes for armor."

"But - but you've only just arrived. You don't understand the rules yet. God, if you ended up punching someone in public -"

"It's an assault charge," Joe said with a shrug. "That's hardly anything new. I'll just pay it off and move on."

"No, it's not like that. Physical harm is almost as bad as murder."

"...You're kidding, right?"

"What you did to my face would have gotten you thrown in jail for decades in any civilized system. If you actually did more than that...gods..."

Well, that threw a little wrench in the plan, but she imagine that there were bounty hunters in this world, too. All she had to do was figure out the rules.

And quick. She could already feel herself getting a little...hungry...for attention, and she knew that it wasn't natural. Her wetness down there proved that much, at least. She took a deep breath and turned back to the raven.

"Alright then. What's it going to take to get you to help me?"

"Well...I..."

He rubbed the back of his head.

"I've always wanted to do the sexy student and horny teacher fantasy."

"..."

"Come on, it's not that big a deal. Prostitution is the second-biggest trade in the galaxy right now."

"What's the first biggest?"

"Sex soldier. Kinda blends the two."

"..."

If she still had her gun, she would have been tempted to shoot him, benefactor or no. As it was, the urge to hit him was nearly as strong, but she held back from that, as well. She had worked with demanding, stupid clients before. All she had to do was think of him as one more slimeball that was paying off someone that denied him some fun.

The difference being that this one wanted to have fun with her rather than have her punish someone else for refusing...

"Will you settle for pictures?" she asked.

"Of me doing it?"

"Of me posing as a student."

"...They'll be naughty?"

"Fine, yes. They'll be fucking naughty."

"...You'll use toys?"

"Yes, whatever toys you like. As long as you help me and give me the proper equipment."

"..."

The raven grinned, his eyes lighting up.

"I have just the thing."

She had expected a small armory, perhaps some kind of security locker that this Barnabas kept to make sure that the station stayed safe. What she didn't expect was a giant room at the bottom of the station that was filled with...

"Costumes?"

Joe blinked as she looked around the room, her eyes flicking from one set of 'armor' to another. It was little more than bikini wear, in most cases, and the parts that were actually complete looked more like a one-piece swimming costume than actual protection. The lizard looked back at the raven, shaking her head.

"This is worthless."

"Come on, you've heard of force fields, right?"

"Yeah, but they require too much power for -"

"Maybe in your world, but here?"

The raven pulled one of the bikinis down, a golden color that looked very similar to the slave dancers of her world. The lizard arched an eyebrow as she took it from him, holding it in front of her.

"This covers nothing."

"Put it on. Trust me."

She shook her head, turning around so that her back was to the raven. She kept the robe on, pulling it over her shoulders so that she could slide the top on over it, dragging it into place. Her nipples were covered by nothing more than little triangles, and her pussy had no more than a string over her clit and less than a wire going up between her ass cheeks.

"This is pointless."

"Just tell it to turn on."

"How do I do that?"

"Just say 'Armor on.'"

"...Armor on."

No sooner had she said it than the little bits of metal through the top and bottom of the bikini started tingling. A field of blue energy shot between the golden metal, linking up with itself. First it covered her breasts and pussy, then it launched forward to cover the area between, giving her full protection from her crotch to her chest, even up to her neck.

It was rather impressive, she would give it that. Most force fields back at home couldn't cover nearly as full an area.

"And it's strong enough to hold off bullets?"

"We don't tend to use those. Lasers at pressure points. Drugged darts. Power-drained. Those sorts of things open up the libido and get a sex fight going, which is how we settle pretty much everything," the raven explained.

"Right...Do you have any...fuller models?"

"Why? Isn't that one good enough?"

"It's a bit...chilly, isn't it?"

"There's a climate control option."

"...I want more than this, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you only had to ask."

By the time that Joe got the 'armor' bikini off, the raven had already pulled down something else. It was still vaguely like a bikini, but at least this one seemed to have some substance to it. There were nanite ports along the waistband as well as projectors, and the top had some heft to it rather than being little more than cloth.

The only strange thing was the collar that would reach up to her neck, though at this point, she was past questioning what she was given. As long as it worked, she would be happy.

So, she put it on, still keeping her back to the raven. It took longer than it should have done as she kept having to turn to keep him behind her, but it eventually was pulled in place.

Joe felt a bit better about this one. Though it was still more like a swimsuit than a jumpsuit, at least it had some cover to it. She could feel it sliding up between her rump cheeks a bit, but most of it stayed on the outside, covering her ass cheeks properly and sliding along the thick globes. White 'cloth' covered her from waist to chest, and the collar plumped out around the base of her neck into something red and firm.

She stroked one hand over it, nodding in approval as she could only barely feel the pressure through it. Even when she pushed hard with her fingers, she couldn't get the claws to pop through. So, light, but strong. No good for stopping bludgeoning attacks, though. Which would probably involve -

"Armor on."

"Of course, sexy."

"What the -"

Something answered her as the force field spread around her. Where it touched, the nanite layer disappeared, something that left her feeling just a bit concerned. After all, she was supposed to be protected, and now it seemed that the armor could only provide one sort of protection at a time.

Admittedly, they were two different sorts of protection, but still. It wasn't ideal, and she wasn't keen on the limitation.

As it covered her from her pussy up to her neck, she slowly turned to look back, pouting slightly. The pressure of her puffy lips on each other sent a shock through her system, one that she hoped she hid better than she thought she did.

"Barnabas...what was that voice?"

"Oh, that? That, uh...that's VANE..."

"VANE?"

"Venal Assistant and Neural Enhancer, sweet-tits."

That voice again. She looked down at the top of her suit, noticing that there was an emitter of a different sort right between her breasts. She tapped it a couple of times, and there was a soft crackle before the voice spoke again.

"Hey, sweetie, why don't you stick your finger somewhere else before giving me something to taste, huh? Or better yet, why don't you shove me deeper between those boobs of yours. I wanna see how a dick would feel in there."

"...Fucking hell..."

"Oooh, I would not mind going there for a vacation. Is that the plan, hmm? Are you that eager to start a sex fight with the space demons? Do say yes. I haven't seen one of their dicks fucking a ripe pussy in a long time."

"Shut up."

"Make me, fat-ass."

There had to be a button or something, but try as she could, she couldn't find it. Shaking her head, she glanced at Barnabas -

"You're not helping!"

The raven quickly shoved his cock back into his pants, clearing his throat.

"Sorry. You just look very sexy in that."

"I get that! How do I turn him off?"

"Try throwing yourself in the sewer? Then again, can't promise that'd turn me off after this long a dry period."

"You, um..." The scientist sighed. "Look. VANE's part of that suit, and much as you hate him, he's the best part of it. He hooks directly into your neural network, taking in all the information you do and sorting through it. He's basically a second brain to sort through all the bullshit in the world and feeding you what you need the most.

"If you want one of the other suits so that you don't have to deal with him, that's fine, but you're throwing away a valuable tool."

Joe growled under her breath. She hated the idea of carrying around a pain in the ass of this magnitude, particularly something that was somehow even more perverted than her primary benefactor. She swore that she could feel the armored suit moving around, the nanites and the shields shifting their positioning to grope and bounce...things...along her chest and ass. It was like having several perverts going to town without any way of stopping them.

But...if she was going to get along in this world, she needed all the help she could get. And if he was able to filter out the worst of the filth that the lizard had to deal with in addition to the distracting crap, that would be all the better for her.

She glared down at the voice emitter between her breasts, then sighed.

"Alright...I'll use him."

"Knew you'd see the light at the end of the fuck tunnel, sugar-tits."

"I swear to god, when this is over, you're going in an acid wash."

"Heh, slut, if you think that I'm the masochist of this pairing, you have a whole other thing coming."

"Fuck...you...with a cactus."

"Happy to bounce you on one, dear, but I'd hate to leave you out of commission for a week."

She swore that there was going to be a reckoning. One day, one day, she was going to teach this armor who was boss, and when that day came, she was going to smile to the point of pain, and then keep smiling.

But until then...

"Barnabas."

"Yes?"

"What do you need to get a multiplanar device up and running?"

"Uh...I'll see if I can make a list..."

The End