The inside of Samanthus's spaceship removed Asterion from the retro-style world of Chanterelle and into a sci-fi galactic setting. They occupied the cockpit, which took up the entire upper half of the ship. It was a large room, with consoles and holographs of the ship's readings, Chanterelle, and miscellaneous information Asterion didn't recognize. The language was foreign to him.
The stunning beauty of Persica's spacefaring friend kept attracting Asterion's eye. She very adamantly insisted he come along with her so they could find Gamer and Persica. She had some ideas of current activities, since Ripley, a notorious space pirate, came to Chanterelle for some reason. Asterion did his best to fill her in on Lord Shellie's wedding and Gamindorf's coup. Samanthus intended to save Persica, defeat Gamindorf, and recapture Ripley.
"This ship is amazing. You're the real deal, Ms. Bounty Hunter," Asterion complimented to break the silence between them. Up to this point, the ship's hum and beeping made up the ambience.
"Please, you can call me Samanthus. Sam will suffice, too, as that is how Persica refers to me," Sam politely smiled, but remained focused on flying.
"Samanthus, it is. Though Rosalina is a wonderful name," Asterion stayed cordial.
"You're too kind. Now, Gamer...is that his real name?" Sam asked.
"No, but it's his moniker. There's messy business with his real name," Asterion relaxed in his chair. The ship's chairs were very comfortable, and quite similar to real-life luxury.
"I must be sure to thank him for helping Persica. I know her struggles well, so aiding her while mixed in his own strife is admirable. To have defeated Marco, and now challenge Lord Shellie, places him in a high echelon of respect," Sam admired.
"You might change your tune when you meet him. Fair warning," Asterion braced the bounty hunter.
She simply giggled, "I'm sure he is not all that bad."
"Of course; like most people. He can be a bit...grandiose," Asterion put it.
Sam cocked her head to the side, but her eyes were still trained on driving the spaceship. She asked, "Does Gamer tend to be nude?"
"Um...yeah, I guess. He tends to find the quickest routes to taking his clothes off," Asterion answered. It made him wonder what Gamer's skill trees looked like in games.
"Then I do believe I found him," Sam smiled with sweetness. Her comment directed Asterion to look out the cockpit's windows.
Framed in the ship's windshields were the front of Lord Shellie's fortress and its drawbridge. At the end farthest from the fortress were two figures. One was a male human and the other was a female shellie. Both were pantsless. Gamer and Minnie were bent over on all fours. They aimed their asses at the fortress and spread their cheeks for all to see.
"Yeah, that's him," Asterion affirmed.
"Get down here and fuck us!" Gamer shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Cum in our bum!" Minnie cheered.
"Coward! (‿ˠ‿)" Samira joined in the fun, even if she couldn't be seen.
At this time, Persica stepped out of the forest pathway that connected to the drawbridge. She had a small collection of goodies she foraged from the mountain forest. One redcap and one flare flower. She had abandoned the flower headdress, and tore the mermaid part from her wedding dress for better mobility.
Persica approached Gamer and Minnie with disappointment on her face.
"I told you to wait until I returned," Persica scolded them. "Granted, there's barely anything in these ashen foothills."
Gamer, hands clasped on his cheeks, countered, "We're making the mother of all omelets here, Persica! We can't fret over every egg. The sooner we take Gamindork down, the better!"
"If you waited, you could have taken one of these and supersized yourself. It'd be easier to entice the Dark Dickness with a bigger hole," Persica shook the redcap at Gamer.
"Excellent idea, Persica! You're the best!" Gamer jumped to his feet and over to Persica. She handed over the power ups. Gamer and Minnie abandoned the prostitution mindset and put their pants back on. Gamer's jeans peeled open due to the broken zipper.
Persica asked, "You still haven't fixed that?"
"It's a simple customization press away, bro (╹ -╹)?" Samira reminded her brother.
"And lose a potential distraction? If we're gonna be tempting Gamindorf, I need my penis willing and ready to defy its constraints," Gamer refused. Minnie giggled and agreed, while Persica left it there, and trusted in their previous successes.
That's when the trio noticed the flying, glaringly-obvious orange spaceship above them. Persica gawked, and then squealed, "Sam!"
In the ship, Sam used an outside camera to zoom in on the trio. Seeing her friend call out and wave brought serenity to Sam, "Good, good; she's safe."
A piercing screech alerted everybody to the clouds above. With glowing eyes, a purple-skinned space dragon rocketed downwards.
Ripley roared once more before smashing into Sam's ship. It ebbed under the attack, but a hexagonal barrier protected the ship's hull. The occupants were rattled, and Asterion clung to his chair for dear life. Sam, on the other hand, stood up from her seat. She stepped into the center of the cockpit. Another platform appeared beneath her, and raised her out onto the roof of the ship. Here, in the blistering winds of the volcano, she faced Ripley.
The space dragon stood erect on the faltering ship. It towered over the bounty hunter. Ripley shook its head while growling and snapping. Sam seemed to understand it, "You're my responsibility."
Sam aimed her arm cannon at Ripley, but the dragon tilted back and fell from the ship. It whipped its pronged tail and stabbed the underside, piercing through the barrier. It used its body weight to knock the ship off-kiltered. Sam lowered her center of gravity, but slid along the top. Near the edge, she jumped and did multiple front flips in a nearly spherical form. When she fell below the ship, she shot a plasma whip out of her cannon. It latched onto Ripley, who detached from the ship and soared away. Sam kited behind it.
The ship veered. Asterion took control of it, but barely knew what he was doing. He tried to pull up, but the spacecraft took a nosedive.
"Fucking reverse controls!" Asterion fumed.
The ship flew straight towards Gamer and the girls. Instead of freaking out, Gamer picked Minnie up like a teddy bear and Persica picked the shrooman up like a baby. They held both forward as shields. The shrooman screamed the moment the ship hit them, and Minnie belted, "Perfect guard!"
The defense worked and the massive spaceship was deflected. It crashed into the volcanic rock with a hefty thud. Rocks kicked up and collapsed into the lava pools below. Asterion smashed through the windshield and skidded along the ground until he was at his group's feet.
"Sup, Asterion," Gamer greeted nonchalantly.
"Good day. I think we can all agree minotaur weren't meant to fly..." Asterion found his feet and brushed the soot and rock from his body and bangs. He then said to Minnie, "I see your new shell works as intended."
"Yeah! It's super strong!" Minnie happily bounced.
"Sam!" Persica gasped, her sight skyward.
The intergalactic bounty hunter used her arm cannon and fired an impressive orb of energy point-blank at Ripley. The space dragon screeched in pain, and then rotated in the air. The rapid spin dislodged Sam. She tucked into a ball again and spun all the way down to the group. She caught herself in a three-point landing. Ripley careened into the volcano side.
"Homina homina homina!" Gamer's eyes zeroed in on Sam. "Samira, activate xxx-ray vision!"
Samira turned on the mode and Gamer's vision went blue. He was able to see through the battle armor of the mature vixen. However, his advanced sight only saw her bones. Though saddened that x-ray vision porn lied to him, he still appreciated the thighs on this mama, "Oh-hoh yeah, those are some good choking femurs."
Persica approached and embraced Sam in a hug. The spacefarer reciprocated, but kept where her nemesis crashed in her peripheral. The princess said, "I've missed you. I have so much to tell you."
"Imagine my surprise when I found your private abode empty. The shroomans at Cammy's castle gave me a briefing. They told me what happened up until you started your journey here. Speaking of which..." Sam turned to Gamer. She lifted the side of her tattered dress in a curtsey and bowed slightly, "You have my utmost gratitude, Gamer, for helping my friend."
Gamer used character customization to slick his hair back, strengthen his jaw, and sharpen his eyes. He added a toothpick and flicked it about between his lips. He did a smooth spin before propping his arm up to lean on something, though nothing was there. In virtuality, Samira created a textbox with ┐('ー｀)┌ to support her brother. Gamer spoke with an accent, "Hey, y'know, I do what I do. I can help you in many ways, and thank you in many ways. Y'know what I'm sayin', y'know what I'm sayin'?"
Persica gripped the bridge of her nose, but Sam found his silliness charming, "Well, that's a kind offer, but I'm afraid you are not my type."
"Type? Heh, for you sweetheart, I can be any type. Suave, mean, submissive..." Gamer went through different outfits with each suggestion, ending on a leather gimp mask.
"What I meant is...you have a penis. That's not really a turn on."
Thunder rumbled at the perfect time as her words struck Gamer and dropped him to zero hit points. He fell to his knees in defeat; she was a lesbian! Minnie comforted him by administering shoulder rubs. He buried his head into her chest, though the shell and his skull made a hard thunk.
"Sorry, bro, but you don't have access to genital options in character creator #getwrecked," Samira ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Asterion asked, "Does that mean you're closer than friends with Princess Persica?"
Persica's cheeks flushed red and she cast her eyes to the side. Her bashfulness said it all. Sam remained cordial, but with a hint of coyness, "My apologies, but I do not kiss and tell."
Gamer erratically clung to Persica's shoulders. His face was contorted by jealousy, "Youluckybitch!"
"Her tongue melts me like ice on a summer's day," Persica meekly admitted.
Ripley erupted out of the crash zone and landed on the start of the drawbridge. Sam trained her arm cannon on it, and the rest braced themselves for a fight.
"Vile Gamer!" a wrathful voice pierced the heavens.
A smirk curled up on Gamer's face. He turned to find Gamindorf and his goon squad on the balcony near the top of the fortress.