Nexus Effect

Ch.100

“That was a very nice send-off your warriors did for us, Brennie~.” Penny cooed at the sexy dracowolf woman. Hot damn, she didn’t know that Berserker had such a feminine side to her with how well he held himself in such a macho way when male. She then sat next to her sister in the cafeteria of the Normandy where everyone was gathering for breakfast.

“Hey, you graduated from the Ripatorium within a year. That deserves respect.” Brennie before going back to enjoying her takoyaki. Hot damn did her cafeteria turn towards her ancestor’s food to the nines and Penny was fucking pleased about it! She hasn’t had this kind of food since she was a street rat in her home city’s Asian ethnic district.

“So, ex-empress?” Penny asked Urta after taking a bite of her okonomiyaki.

“Yep. I’m unpopular right now and I can’t retake the throne because I’d already been on extended war-time powers. I was politely suggested to step down and let someone else have all the responsibility.” Urta casually answered as she ate her ramen. Apparently a lot of asiatic-style cuisine was very popular in Andromeda and since the Normandy had been in Andromeda for over a year by this point doing odd jobs to keep everyone busy, so her cafeteria reflected this.

“Why are you unpopular?” Garrus asked as he enjoyed his ramen too, his body now fully protein-neutral and able to process levo just fine. Which, along with him being paradoxically taller yet lithe and being the fastest of everyone made him exceptionally skilled at reflexive action. Which made sense since Garrus was the best sharpshooter around.

“Because I allowed the atrocity that is essentially forcing two beautiful women chosen by Hermais and blessed by Wiatr and I to create life exclusively for war. War is important to my people, but Life and more importantly: Freedom of Choice takes paramount to everything. Even common sense in some cases. I didn’t like what I had ordered done to your wives, my step-sisters, any more than most, but I had to ensure your galaxy would survive.” Urta wilted, her ears drooping as her tail pooled on the floor.

“I’m still pissed about that, but at least you feel bad about it and your damn Empire actually has some sense over it. That doesn’t mean I’ll forgive them.” Brennie commented as she grabbed a few egg rolls from a serving tray.

“I can’t forget it, but I have already forgiven you. However, I don’t know if they can forgive you.” Penny told her sister as Tali sat down next to her. The quarian had developed quite the muscle definition in her time at the Ripatorium, same as the others. She also however possessed cybernetic enhancements in the form of converting her eyes to glowing optics and she had a cerebral uplink to her bio-synthetic brain. A process that left everyone terrified she’d lobotomized herself, but she was now essentially an LI in an organic body.

“I think they will. Nora and Yola will be angry, annoyed and agitated, but they’ll likely just be proud of their achievement in the end. Knowing them, they’ll even have enjoyed it.” Tali said before she pursed her lips. “No Jun, I am not-I wasn’t! Jun, behave or I’ll put you in the advertisement partition again. I mean it!” Tali shouted at herself and everyone snickered at her argument with her ‘teenage’ son of an AI. “Eugh...by Primus are teenagers difficult.”

“Aren’t you glad you skipped that now when you had children before?” Miranda, now a 7-foot tall amazon matching Tali in shape and musculature, snickered from down the table as the beautiful human woman with an ass-length mane of hair that, with a trick she learned about her biotics, could turn into a lethal offensive weapon as well as a conduit for enhancing tactile biotics. Keratin was biotic-friendly, who knew? Nobody bothered to try before.

“I’m not.” Ashley, who was a foot taller than both Miranda and Tali, huffed wistfully as the muscular amazonian woman with a long whip-like braid of hair put her cheek in her palm. “Dealing with difficult brats is half the fun. I had to do it with my younger siblings and it was more fun than frustrating.”

“So says you. I babysat when I was younger and that was enough for me.” Jacob, who was of matched height with Ashley snorted as his mm~ adonis-level of musculature quivered through his hardsuit with his amusement. Penny could stare at him all day long and it’d never get old, but they’d settled on being friends with occasional benefits rather than try for anything serious.

“Salarian mating and egg-laying process impersonal. Females raise all children without input from males. No experience on my part.” Mordin commented, the wiry salarian didn’t get much taller or bulkier. If anything, he seemed almost unchanged...until you saw him casually bitch-slap a Hell Knight away by around ten feet while he was tending to injuries.

“That is such a shame. My salarian partners were quite spirited. I find it hard to believe your people don’t enjoy the act.” Samara said as she softly smiled around her mug. She’d apparently physically de-aged according to her, along with joining the others in the Tall Club at 7 feet and the hyper-busty club with a bosom matching the norm for post-mod females with a thicc lower body that rippled with muscle.

She was also quite happy to learn from the doctors that she wouldn’t have to worry about birthing Ardat-Yakshi anymore and that her duty as a Justicar put her under the aegis of Velka, who set the woman straight regarding the draconian shit-stain that was the Justicar Code. Not every crime should be punished with death and people just doing their jobs shouldn’t be killed for obstructing ‘justice’ et cetera.

Thus, Velka unbrainwashed her, apparently unbrainwash is a word. She helped turn Samara into a healthy and functional person again. The fact this paired with her biotically being able to pulp a whole squad of demons without even getting any blood on her made her Hyper Lethal even if she didn’t beat Penny or Grunt in Badassery.

“Ma’am.” A super buff hispanic man said as he approached the table that had become known as the Table of Titans considering everyone was a tall, sexually appealing entity of muscle. “The ESA assigned me to the ground team. Lieutenant James Vega.” Huh? How did he get to Andromeda? Well, at least it seems the Empire is staying friends, then.

“Damn it, I told them not to...ugh. Okay Lieutenant, not to hurt your feelings, but you’re really outclassed here. You’ll likely be put on rear-guard or other less risky duties while we do the heavy lifting.” Penny warned the soldier who nodded in prompt acceptance. “That...I expected you to protest.”

“Ma’am, I am standing before a legend, who is a hyper-busty amazonian anthro fox surrounded by giants able to make paste out of me with either the flick of a wrist or their minds. I may have a decorated history of service, but I have no illusions that I’d be able to beat any of you.” The buff and professional soldier replied and Penny smiled, she liked him already.

“Hmm, Well I’d say he’s a badass even without our mods.” Urta chuckled and eyed him hungrily. “Hm, say, how do you feel about knocking boots with the current ex-Empress of the Empire?”

“I...um. I wouldn’t object outright, but I’m a bit uncomfortable jumping straight into that without getting to know someone first.” James replied with a faint flush to his cheeks and Penny cackled. He was adorable! The ship now had a new acting mascot!

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my wife from soiling your innocence.” Brennie commented with amusement and Urta laughed while playfully patting the dracowolf’s bicep.

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“I feel a disturbance in the Force.” Martra suddenly said as her fur fluffed up and she paused in her waxing of Bumblebee’s chassis. He didn’t understand why she was polishing him, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Also, the Force wasn’t real...was it?

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Ah~ ahn~! S-stop wriggling~! I know having your chassis replaced is a very uncomfortable affair, but I have to repurpose all the bits that have Indoctrination emitters, which is most of all of you. “How is it going, Nora?” Nox asked when he sat down at my main console, sipping his coffee as usual.

“Oh, y’know, pretty good. They’re a bit, oof, difficult today.” I answered the skaven man as I continued my work on the latest batch of 20 cruiser-class Reapers to be converted to Planters. I’d been at this for much longer than creating and birthing my original 500 Planters. I was still able to do up to 14 of the super-dreadnought Reapers and 20 of the cruiser Reapers in one go within two days by this point and each time they left and entered me was a parade of orgasms, so the fulfilling work between ‘insemination’ and birth wasn’t the only treat.

“Sorry to hear that, but the good news is that’s the last of them.” Nox’s words made me almost pause in all my work on my adopted children, but I began to rush after processing the news.

“Finally! Ugh! I can’t wait to hug and kiss my family.” I groaned as I hurried to achieve the impending relief of being released from my duties. I had fun, but not being a constantly going non-stop 24-7 365 shipyard. The work itself was nice, but I would prefer to never do this on such a massive scale again if I could help it. Well, not for this long, I wouldn’t mind-ahem, right, brain.

“I’ll clean up my quarters and have the others do the same. Wouldn’t be kind to leave a mess after you’ve been our home for the past year.” Nox stated before he chugged his coffee. “You did good, Nora. Your efforts will have saved so many lives. Already the Reapers you’ve converted to Planters are working to replace the old Relays so the Conduit-Class Relays can be retired and studied for refinement based on Catalyst’s provided schematics of the originals.”

“Please do. As much fun as it was to hear some of you have fun inside me, some of it sounded really messy.” They had birthdays, anniversary celebrations over hologram calls with spouses, even a baby shower for one of the geonosians who got pregnant not even a month into crewing me. She had her eggs within me, they hatched and she raised them as she still did her job, using my breast milk to help feed them…

I...I’m going to miss them...oh my gosh. Primus...I...I love them. I hate them, but I love them.

“Don’t you worry about that. We’ll even clear off the crew roster-.”

“No! No...leave the roster please…at least leave your names in my registry history.” I can’t believe I feel so strongly about this. I mean, I guess I really am a shipgirl. I would have some sort of soul of such, right? I wasn’t all that into ships when I was human, but ever since I came here, even before I became one, I felt an oddly strong kinship with ships.

I still remember that little freighter I left Rannoch for the first time on. I hope she is doing well.

“Very well, if that is your wish. Goodbye, Nora. I apologize for imposing so much on you.” Nox patted my console and left. I felt him leave my bridge for his room as everyone joined him in packing their belongings and cleaning up my insides.

I felt strangely lonely…

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“Hey, they’re gone!” Joker declared after they reached the Tikkun system through the Harmony Gate. It was an interdimensional wormhole gate that Harmonia hosted and could move between points and hold up indefinitely regardless of size or distance. This specific gate was one made of her woven and fused branches and reinforced with armored structural framing. It wasn’t the first of its kind, but it was the first established in the Milky Way.

“They should be done. Admirals Nox and Nostradomus reported a couple days ago that they were working on the last of the Reapers to be converted to Planters.” Urta said upon Joker’s observation being heard and Penny perked up brightly at the hope of seeing her wives soon.

“Wait, seriously? They birthed and rebirthed that many?” Brennie asked and Penny could sense the raw arousal the dracowolf was restraining, but it also brought that to Penny’s own mind. She hadn’t thought of it that way and now she’s getting a bit hot too! Oof, calm down girl...

“With that, the Reaper threat is gone. Now we can truly focus on Hell. They’ll likely be invading planets we haven’t even discovered yet first and then launching assaults on us using those planets as footholds.” Miranda declared as she was already working at her omni, the beautiful woman as dutiful as ever in managing the Normandy and affairs associated with her.

“That is a good observation, Miranda.” Penny praised her friend who smiled beautifically. Shame Miranda was strictly straight. She enjoyed the few trysts they had together when her increased libido caused her to experiment, but the woman decided she prefered purely male company.

“So there is a good chance of us fighting them face-to-face. Good. I don’t want all this work we did to go to waste on space battles.” Grunt huffed and everyone nodded in agreement.

“You say that like it’s a good thing. Don’t be so eager to rush into battle.” EDI chided from her body rather than from the intercom since she was docked in the Astromech socket next to Joker. While in Andromeda, she chose to primarily inhabit an Astromech droid due to her role as the ship’s navigation and system aid anyway. She was a sleek and sexy R6 model that was silver with crisp blue accents. She didn’t want a battle droid or a ‘companion’ droid since nothing in Andromeda matched what RIT or her parents could make.

“It's not, but all that training would be a waste otherwise.” Grunt huffed in reply and Brennie nodded in agreement while EDI turned her conical head to her husband.

“I’m so glad I married a sensible man instead of some meat-headed combat junky.” EDI snipped and Joker chuckled as he held up his hands.

“Whoa, hey, no throwing stones when your husband can barely lift you, let alone fight off an angry krogan.” Joker couldn’t help his amusement and EDI span her head as she giggled.

Those two were so adorable, especially when sex wasn’t even a component of their relationship since that crotch-cup was the closest they got to it. “Well, we’re here for a well earned rest anyways. We’ll be landing on Rannoch for any updates to the Normandy deemed suitable, so we’ll be having a good deal of shore leave this time, no more being lent out to the Empire as an errand ship while I and my team are getting our asses kicked in by unforgiving taskmasters.”

Penny’s announcement got a resounding cheer from the crew as Joker and EDI masterfully guided them through the Rannoch Space Traffic Authority’s digital paperwork within seconds. Once done with that, they flew them down to land in the military spaceport outside of Qwip-Qwip that had a tram running to RIT since RIT wasn’t a centralized building due to its nature as an experimental research facility as well as a learning institution.

The moment Penny descended the boarding ramp she put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath through her nose before sighing as her tail swished. “So good to be home.”

“You don’t consider Earth to be home?” Urta asked her sister as she stood beside her while the crew departed around them, so they soon moved towards the tram station.

“Earth hasn’t been home for over a decade and Nora’s home here is my home too. I can’t wait to arrive. It’s got such a beautiful view of the ocean since it’s on a cliff. There’s even fields and a small forest nearby. When I retire, that’s where I’m staying.” Penny declared as they boarded the first tram to RIT and it smoothly began along it’s rail once enough people had boarded.

“Careful about talking about stuff like that. Murphy is real and he likes to ruin prophetic statements. He kinda already did since you’re nigh immortal. Retirement sucks after a few centuries, take my word for it.” Brennie huffed in frustration and Urta sighed wistfully with nostalgia.

“You retired?” Penny was genuinely surprised. Brennie and Urta didn’t seem the type.

“Shortly after we unified my homeworld and had enough fighting for a lifetime. It turns out, when you don’t age, you crave excitement again after a while. The life of an unaging bitch or bastard is a fluctuating cycle of adventures and downtime. The military is hardly different, it just has more structure to it and more rules.” Urta shrugged and followed Penny off the tram.

“What she said. It’s partly why I never really stopped being a warrior fighting Hell. Not just because of constant vigilance, but I’d be dead bored if I didn’t get some action now and then at least. The same can be said for my people, so we explore our galaxy to find that there are many things we can fight besides Hell. Magic isn’t the only danger we face.” Brennie affirmed with a proud puff of her chest, which did delightful things to her red hardsuit.

“Well, I’ll take your word for it. I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to know the feeling. Ageless or not.” Penny replied before spying Chrysanthemum and she raised her arm to wave, but blinked at seeing the changeling synth was nearly immobile with a belly almost touching the floor of the tram station and breasts the size of beach balls resting on it. “H-holy Urta…”

“Th-that’s me…” Urta muttered in similar shock and arousal while Brennie whistled.

“Hey mom! Glad you’re finally home!” Chrys cheered as she waddled up to the twin sisters and Brennie. Chrys’s lab coat only covered her from behind, leaving her yoga ball belly to be barely covered in a draping silvery maternity dress that somehow managed to cover those gigantic gazongas and go below her belly without touching the floor before following her belly up to her torso rather than just drape around her ankles. “Mom and mom finally got back yesterday too!”

“Chrys? You’re, uh, looking really good.” Penny was struggling to keep her arousal down, her breasts wanted to swell up to broadcast her desire, but she fought it valiantly.

“Holy shit, you’re a fucking embodiment of Fertility. You have this many eggs and you’re not a queen?” Urta asked with unmasked arousal and appreciation as she reached out and rubbed the bug-mare’s belly, the synthetic changeling groaning as Urta’s touch alone did something.

“Oh~...that feels so good…” Chrys mewled and whimpered as she stroked her fecundity while Urta nuzzled and kissed the top of her womb. “Ah...ah...mm~. C-could we please do this somewhere private? Or wait until we get to the mansion?”

“I vote for the mansion!” Brennie declared eagerly and Penny grunted.

“M-mansion, please.” Penny’s tail was fluffed up and her breasts were straining her hardsuit, which unzipped from the pressure and left her medicine-ball sized boobs displaying absolute cleavage down to her navel. “As quickly as your sexy preggo ass can manage.”

“Yes ma’am!” Chrys chirped and began waddling towards the exit.

“So, uh, you found someone or is this like with Javik?” Penny asked awkwardly as the group followed the incredibly dead-sexy bug-mare, idly noting that Tali and Ashley fell in behind them with their luggage. Penny had all her things in her Inventory, likely the same for Urta and Brennie. If Brennie even brought anything with her.

“I found someone! She’s the most beautiful thing in this universe, an example of perfect imperfection. She comes off as a total ditz, but she’s shockingly intelligent and I don’t have to mince words with her!” Chrys answered excitedly before the group reached the courtyard, where the familiar Armax Armada was waiting with Martra waiting at it.

“Martra!” Penny squealed and ran for her fluffy titty kitty to pounce her with a hug, which the massive tiger-taur returned with a nuzzle that Penny gleefully reciprocated. “It’s so good to see you!”

“The feeling is mutual, even if you replaced me as the Normandy’s mascot.” Martra pouted and Penny blinked in bemusement over how she could possibly know that. “That said, Nora and Yola finally finished their jobs as living shipyards and are resting at home. They aren’t getting much rest though with the brats hounding them for attention.”

“Then we’d best be getting home and rescuing them from the onslaught of adorableness.” Urta commented, then backed away when Martra roared at her with a bladder-loosening tigric snarl.

“Do not think that you are welcome. You will be tolerated at best unless Nora and Yola state their willingness to bury the hatchet.” Martra growled and Urta wilted while Chrys used her magic to retrieve Tali and Ashley’s luggage and tossed them in the back of the flying van.

“Have you seen Vinnie yet?” Brennie asked the big cat-kut, who tilted her head adorably.

“Vinnie? Who is that?” Martra questioned in bemusement, her wrath falling away like a child off a cliff in an RPG. It was easy to forget that as sensible as Martra usually is, she’s still a giant murder machine with the attention span of said felines.

“My sister; yellow furred wolf with bunny ears, sexy as Hell.” Brennie gave a brief description, hoping to jog anyone’s memory if they had seen such a character.

“Oh! She’s a guest in one of our rooms. She paid the rent it out for a while, but didn’t say anything other than she was waiting for her sister. I’d offer you to come with us right away, but Paretia’s old van can only fit so many of us.” Martra said, only for Urta to unzip her hardsuit and suddenly her tits were five-foot turquoise jiggling goo-spheres plopped on the floor.

“Climb in babe, you’ll be riding with me!” Urta chirped and Brennie chuckled.

“Won’t even let me fly. Then again, I’d probably be shot down for it.” Brennie shrugged before she climbed into Urta’s cleavage. “Mm, cozy as always~.” She commented before fully being engulfed in titslime and Urta shrunk her boobs back to basketballs and zipped back up.

“Okay people, we’re going to have to get a bit creative with seating. I have to ride in back with Martra and the luggage, you four need to deploy the seats and fly us there.” Chrys informed them as she waddled into the back of the repurposed light-duty military troop transport that was thankfully standing-height for most people and had the back doors almost flush to the ground with a single step up into it.

Martra leered at Urta for a moment before she joined Chrys in the back, closing the doors with her tail and curling around the hyper-pregnant mother-to-be for her comfort and security. “There’s nothing more saddening than facing the music.” Urta mewled and Penny grabbed her bicep before pulling her to the flying van and pushing her into the shotgun seat.

“Well, you need to deal with this sooner rather than later, sis.” Penny insisted as she rounded to the pilot’s seat and waited for Tali and Ash to deploy their seats from the floor storage before she took them into the air. The old repurposed military-turned-civilian vehicle whirred to life and took off as smoothly as it ever did, showing it was well cared for. “Besides, if they can live with my face looking like your’s, I’m sure they could warm up to you.”

“Relax, it’s Nora and Yola, they’re rational people.”