Coauthored by Acewing13, Ikate Keda Studios
???? A.D., 24 hours after the raid on Gluck
Aboard Daheim One
Beatrix hummed to herself as she laid on her bed, relaxing as she watched internet videos. She was dressed down to match her mood, just sporting an overly-large t-shirt and panties as she crossed her bare legs. It looked like she hadn’t left the spot in a while, with a couple of water bottles and frozen meal wrappers lying around the bed.
Her repast was interrupted when her door opened, quite suddenly, and Joan walked into her room and sat down on the empty office chair, looking at Beatrix quite happily. “ ‘ow’ve ya been da las’ few days?” She asked, looking at Beatrix’s arm. “Enjoyin ‘aving everyone on da ship cay’ah to yer bah’el wound,” She asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
“Been doing good,” Bee said after adjusting to having the other woman in the room. Setting her PD to the side as she sat up on her bed, she said, “It’s nice having everyone give me the treatment I deserve, you know? Waiting on me hand and foot, the works.”
“Oh yeah?” Joan asked, looking Beatrix over and shaking her head. “Even Juan don’t lay bout in ‘is skivvies,” She said, looking around the room, picking up some throwaway trash. “Yer gonna cry when ya git med clearance,” She added, looking back at Beatrix. “Seriously, put some trousah’s on fer fuck sake! Ah leas’ try tah seem like a functional person!”
“Goodness,” Bee said, snorting as she pulled a drawer open and pulled out some sweatpants. “Sorry for not meeting your dressing standards, mum. Didn’t expect someone to storm into my room while I was chilling.”
“Wha, we git boarded ya gonna fight off da pirates wif yer bo’el ‘anging out like dat?” Joan asked with a smile.
“I don’t see why not,” Beatrix replied, while putting on her pants. “We got practice with it when we raided the brothel. Besides,” she added, pointing at one of the compartments near the door, “if we were boarded, I got a gun, air mask, and some armor in that cupboard. My ass might be hanging out, but I won’t be caught lying down.”
“Well, ah fink ‘aving da pirates mo’iva’ed ta win so dey kin ‘ave a li’el fun ain’t a good plan,” Joan said, looking at Beatrix’s ass right before the girl got it in her pants. “In dat would git dere attention some fast,” She added with a grin.
“Or they’d be so distracted that I’d have time to shoot their dicks off as they lay dying,” Bee said with a shrug. “Not sure if it’d just be six of one and half dozen of the other though. Anyway, what’s up? I don’t think you came in here to comment on my choice of pajamas.”
“Can ah not wanna ‘ave a rabbit wif a mate?” Joan asked, looking at Beatrix. “Ah ‘ope we’re mates, since ya ‘ook it upon yerself ta try in git me poshed,” She said, sitting back down and staring at Beatrix. “Ah fought ya would ‘unt me down in force me ta tell ya wha ‘appened,” She smiled. “Yer arm gitten in da way of yer passion?”
“Yes and no,” Bee said, “It’s been kinda hard to work up the energy to get out of here for the last week and when I do it's usually when no one else is awake besides the night crew. Besides that, with all the conflicted feelings you had when I last saw you, I thought all there would be to report about was some spooning and having a nice date.” She raised an eyebrow and asked, “Was there more?” Joan just silently stared at Beatrix, biting her lower lip as her face started to flush. “There’s more?!” she asked, sitting up straight. “Spill, woman.”
“Weeellll,” Joan said, looking away. “We watched a movie, sure,” She explained, starting to go red. “Den we finished da popcorn, in a figured ‘e weren’t catching ma signals er somefing,” She said, looking at Beatrix. “So, ah ‘old ‘im ta show me ‘is porn!” She said simply with a shrug.
Bee snorted, barely keeping her face straight. “I mean, I guess that works. Was the collection any good?” she asked, trying to keep from bursting out in laughter.
“Uh,” Joan said, scratching her head. “Ah mean, ‘is mos’ recent wa’ches all ‘ad big tits in da title,” She said, looking away innocently. “Maybe a few MILF’s frown in dere, in da one ah chose ‘ad brunette ‘air. Da dun mean nuffing dough, now does it?” She asked, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.
“Sounds like he has a type,” Beatrix said, smirking as she leaned forward. “I’m assuming he picked up your hints during that time?”
“Ah stopped givin dem,” Joan shrugged. “ ow da ‘ell am ah s’posed tah compete wif dem girls?!” She asked with a frown. “Fell kinda stupid da rest o’ da night…”
Bee blinked a few times and asked, “What do you mean? He essentially masturbates to your doppelgangers.”
“Naw,” Joan shook her head, waving at Beatrix dismissively. “Ah fink yer lyin, ah look nuffin like ‘er,” She said, pulling out her Datapad. “Ah even found ‘er cause ah knew ya would say dat,” She said, playing a video and showing Beatrix exactly what she expected to see. The girl did look almost exactly like Joan, just without the scarring and a younger face. “See? Nuffin like me!”
Bee looked between the other woman and the device a couple of times, before asking, “Are you pulling my leg here? Or do you not seriously see the similarities here?”
Joan rolled her eyes. “Ah’m serious!” She said, scolding Beatrix. “I fink ya bin cooped up too long. Isolation startin ta gt to ya. Readin too far inta fings.”
“You can’t be fucking serious,” Bee said, getting up from her bed and taking the datapad from Joan. “Look, she’s got big tits. You have big tits. She has brown hair, you have brown hair. Same skin color, same eye color, hell, she is probably only five to seven years younger than you. Sure, she doesn’t look like she’s a hardened mercenary that could actually snap a neck with her thighs, but that’s just extra points for a guy like Juan. Can you not see that he’s essentially been satisfying his urge to fuck you with this?” She sighed as she tossed the device back to Joan and sat down on the bed. “So, what happened after that? Did you just continue to tease him and tell him to keep his dick in his pants?”
Joan smiled, watching Beatrix get frustrated. “Ah asked ‘im ‘oo ‘ad a better set ‘o tits,” She said innocently, crossing her arms.
“Please tell me my boy was smart and picked the ones that he was within hand’s reach?” Bee said, crossing her unhurt fingers.
“ ‘e stammered a bit,” Joan said, shrugging her shoulders. “So ah got up, ‘urned on da lights, in took off mah shirt,” She smiled at Beatrix, the smile getting a little devious. “In maybe mah pants followed, aftah ah gave ‘im a kiss.”
“Uh huh,” Bee said, returning the smile and leaning forward again. “So, where’d it go from there?”
“Uh…” Joan said, slowly licking her lips. “Ah may ‘ave… Done somefing… Dat ‘e liked,” She said, her tongue still trailing at the edge of her lips. “Ah found it a li’el ‘ard ta breave fer a bit ‘o it, if ah’m being right ‘onest. ‘Ad a gobstoppah stuck in me froat fer a minute,” She giggled, covering her face.
“Wait,” Bee said, bouncing off the bed. “You gave him a blowjob? And you’re worried about comparing to porn stars?”
“Ah was actually fucking wif ya whive dat,” Joan winked. “Does ya actually fink ah’m dat daft?”
“Thank goodness,” Beatrix said, laughing as she shook her head. “You suckered me good there. So, did he do anything in return?”
“Eh, ‘e ‘ad some good ‘andy work,” Joan shrugged, looking at her nails. “Dough, ah’ve gottah say, ah dun know ‘ow well ya kin keep yer gob shut,” Joan pointed. “Ya in Juan may not fink ah’m an ‘ore, but last fing ah need is da ‘ole ship finking ah’m one, ya ‘ear?” She asked, scolding Beatrix.
???? A.D., 24 hours after the raid on Gluck
Aboard Daheim One
Beatrix hummed to herself as she laid on her bed, relaxing as she watched internet videos. She was dressed down to match her mood, just sporting an overly-large t-shirt and panties as she crossed her bare legs. It looked like she hadn’t left the spot in a while, with a couple of water bottles and frozen meal wrappers lying around the bed.
Her repast was interrupted when her door opened, quite suddenly, and Joan walked into her room and sat down on the empty office chair, looking at Beatrix quite happily. “ ‘ow’ve ya been da las’ few days?” She asked, looking at Beatrix’s arm. “Enjoyin ‘aving everyone on da ship cay’ah to yer bah’el wound,” She asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
“Been doing good,” Bee said after adjusting to having the other woman in the room. Setting her PD to the side as she sat up on her bed, she said, “It’s nice having everyone give me the treatment I deserve, you know? Waiting on me hand and foot, the works.”
“Oh yeah?” Joan asked, looking Beatrix over and shaking her head. “Even Juan don’t lay bout in ‘is skivvies,” She said, looking around the room, picking up some throwaway trash. “Yer gonna cry when ya git med clearance,” She added, looking back at Beatrix. “Seriously, put some trousah’s on fer fuck sake! Ah leas’ try tah seem like a functional person!”
“Goodness,” Bee said, snorting as she pulled a drawer open and pulled out some sweatpants. “Sorry for not meeting your dressing standards, mum. Didn’t expect someone to storm into my room while I was chilling.”
“Wha, we git boarded ya gonna fight off da pirates wif yer bo’el ‘anging out like dat?” Joan asked with a smile.
“I don’t see why not,” Beatrix replied, while putting on her pants. “We got practice with it when we raided the brothel. Besides,” she added, pointing at one of the compartments near the door, “if we were boarded, I got a gun, air mask, and some armor in that cupboard. My ass might be hanging out, but I won’t be caught lying down.”
“Well, ah fink ‘aving da pirates mo’iva’ed ta win so dey kin ‘ave a li’el fun ain’t a good plan,” Joan said, looking at Beatrix’s ass right before the girl got it in her pants. “In dat would git dere attention some fast,” She added with a grin.
“Or they’d be so distracted that I’d have time to shoot their dicks off as they lay dying,” Bee said with a shrug. “Not sure if it’d just be six of one and half dozen of the other though. Anyway, what’s up? I don’t think you came in here to comment on my choice of pajamas.”
“Can ah not wanna ‘ave a rabbit wif a mate?” Joan asked, looking at Beatrix. “Ah ‘ope we’re mates, since ya ‘ook it upon yerself ta try in git me poshed,” She said, sitting back down and staring at Beatrix. “Ah fought ya would ‘unt me down in force me ta tell ya wha ‘appened,” She smiled. “Yer arm gitten in da way of yer passion?”
“Yes and no,” Bee said, “It’s been kinda hard to work up the energy to get out of here for the last week and when I do it's usually when no one else is awake besides the night crew. Besides that, with all the conflicted feelings you had when I last saw you, I thought all there would be to report about was some spooning and having a nice date.” She raised an eyebrow and asked, “Was there more?” Joan just silently stared at Beatrix, biting her lower lip as her face started to flush. “There’s more?!” she asked, sitting up straight. “Spill, woman.”
“Weeellll,” Joan said, looking away. “We watched a movie, sure,” She explained, starting to go red. “Den we finished da popcorn, in a figured ‘e weren’t catching ma signals er somefing,” She said, looking at Beatrix. “So, ah ‘old ‘im ta show me ‘is porn!” She said simply with a shrug.
Bee snorted, barely keeping her face straight. “I mean, I guess that works. Was the collection any good?” she asked, trying to keep from bursting out in laughter.
“Uh,” Joan said, scratching her head. “Ah mean, ‘is mos’ recent wa’ches all ‘ad big tits in da title,” She said, looking away innocently. “Maybe a few MILF’s frown in dere, in da one ah chose ‘ad brunette ‘air. Da dun mean nuffing dough, now does it?” She asked, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.
“Sounds like he has a type,” Beatrix said, smirking as she leaned forward. “I’m assuming he picked up your hints during that time?”
“Ah stopped givin dem,” Joan shrugged. “ ow da ‘ell am ah s’posed tah compete wif dem girls?!” She asked with a frown. “Fell kinda stupid da rest o’ da night…”
Bee blinked a few times and asked, “What do you mean? He essentially masturbates to your doppelgangers.”
“Naw,” Joan shook her head, waving at Beatrix dismissively. “Ah fink yer lyin, ah look nuffin like ‘er,” She said, pulling out her Datapad. “Ah even found ‘er cause ah knew ya would say dat,” She said, playing a video and showing Beatrix exactly what she expected to see. The girl did look almost exactly like Joan, just without the scarring and a younger face. “See? Nuffin like me!”
Bee looked between the other woman and the device a couple of times, before asking, “Are you pulling my leg here? Or do you not seriously see the similarities here?”
Joan rolled her eyes. “Ah’m serious!” She said, scolding Beatrix. “I fink ya bin cooped up too long. Isolation startin ta gt to ya. Readin too far inta fings.”
“You can’t be fucking serious,” Bee said, getting up from her bed and taking the datapad from Joan. “Look, she’s got big tits. You have big tits. She has brown hair, you have brown hair. Same skin color, same eye color, hell, she is probably only five to seven years younger than you. Sure, she doesn’t look like she’s a hardened mercenary that could actually snap a neck with her thighs, but that’s just extra points for a guy like Juan. Can you not see that he’s essentially been satisfying his urge to fuck you with this?” She sighed as she tossed the device back to Joan and sat down on the bed. “So, what happened after that? Did you just continue to tease him and tell him to keep his dick in his pants?”
Joan smiled, watching Beatrix get frustrated. “Ah asked ‘im ‘oo ‘ad a better set ‘o tits,” She said innocently, crossing her arms.
“Please tell me my boy was smart and picked the ones that he was within hand’s reach?” Bee said, crossing her unhurt fingers.
“ ‘e stammered a bit,” Joan said, shrugging her shoulders. “So ah got up, ‘urned on da lights, in took off mah shirt,” She smiled at Beatrix, the smile getting a little devious. “In maybe mah pants followed, aftah ah gave ‘im a kiss.”
“Uh huh,” Bee said, returning the smile and leaning forward again. “So, where’d it go from there?”
“Uh…” Joan said, slowly licking her lips. “Ah may ‘ave… Done somefing… Dat ‘e liked,” She said, her tongue still trailing at the edge of her lips. “Ah found it a li’el ‘ard ta breave fer a bit ‘o it, if ah’m being right ‘onest. ‘Ad a gobstoppah stuck in me froat fer a minute,” She giggled, covering her face.
“Wait,” Bee said, bouncing off the bed. “You gave him a blowjob? And you’re worried about comparing to porn stars?”
“Ah was actually fucking wif ya whive dat,” Joan winked. “Does ya actually fink ah’m dat daft?”
“Thank goodness,” Beatrix said, laughing as she shook her head. “You suckered me good there. So, did he do anything in return?”
“Eh, ‘e ‘ad some good ‘andy work,” Joan shrugged, looking at her nails. “Dough, ah’ve gottah say, ah dun know ‘ow well ya kin keep yer gob shut,” Joan pointed. “Ya in Juan may not fink ah’m an ‘ore, but last fing ah need is da ‘ole ship finking ah’m one, ya ‘ear?” She asked, scolding Beatrix.