Nexus Effect

Ch.113

“This is the most beautiful ship I have ever had the pleasure to inspect.” Declared Lieutenant Sarasota, the officer tasked with taking down the EDI’s specs as well as touring the ship entirely. “Thank you for aiding in your inspection so much, EDI.” He said towards Joker’s pilot seat and EDI giggled.

“It was my pleasure, sir. You and your team have been unexpectedly polite and respectful in your inspection of me.” EDI replied to the man who finished filling out his datapad, a formality since although omni-tools could do the same, the bureaucracy required a ‘physical’ copy of the inspection, not just the data gathered. Less chance of forgery apparently.

“I have been briefed on your situation and how you were violated by your superiors, thus causing you to leave the ESA navy after you survived. Thus we have been given permission to not go through our usual procedures of searching between hull layers, accessing, copying and scrubbing the software for bugs, as well as other draconian processes we usually do to ensure no ship registered with us is housing something that could endanger the crew of the ship. We can trust you wouldn’t do anything of the sort, your psyche eval was very stable and reflected good mental health.” Lieutenant Sarasota replied with a tone of regret that was clearly aimed at how EDI became an LI rather than being unable to strip-search her.

“Ah, really? That’s very nice of you to say!” EDI sounded as if she was beaming brightly.

“I’m glad that you can treat my daughter with such respect with that taken into consideration. Will you also be our point of contact with the ESA should we be detained for any reason?” I asked the lieutenant, who nodded in confirmation.

“Yes. I am to be Commander Shepard’s and by extension this ship’s crew’s liaison in relations between this ship and the ESA Navy. I won’t be able to stay aboard however, due to the independent contracting nature of this diplomatic warship.” Lieutenant Sarasota declared and shook hands with Penny. “So I’ll be remaining here on Earth, but whenever you need consultation, I’m just a hyper-comm call away.”

“Which means you’re also our mission provider should the ESA have something for us?” Penny asked and the Lieutenant nodded. “I’ll be checking in with you whenever we’re not busy with Citadel or other business. Right now I’m going to be heading to the Hourglass Nebula to investigate the whereabouts of Spectre Saren Arterius.”

“Ah, not a secret op then. I’ll update your file so my superiors know you’re unavailable at the moment.” Lieutenant Sarasota replied amiably before he turned to Joker. “Sir, your wife is a beautiful woman that I can guarantee any right-thinking navy man would kill for even a chance to serve.”

“Don’t I know it Lieutenant? I married her.” Joker boasted and EDI was reduced to embarrassed and pleased giggles while Sarasota left her bridge airlock. “Okay, with that we’ll be able to leave soon, but we’re not being forced to leave. We have permission to remain docked until we decide to take off. You wanna try and get in touch with Jack, Commander?”

“Of course.” Penny muttered and rubbed her wedding band, causing me to blink and wonder if Jack fully married into our group or if she was still a fiance. Either way, I missed my mean gruff space pirate.

“Heh, heh. About that, actually. I already called ahead to aunt Jack-.” EDI was interrupted by the airlock cycling open. Said busty tattooed ex-pirate stormed in, zeroing in on me with a manic gleam to her eye. I only idly noted her grown-out hair before she grabbed me and pushed me to the floor. I moaned into her mouth as we began to vigorously make out, her hands groping my body despite my suit and my own hands grabbing her tight ass through her military trousers.

“Heh, she doesn’t seem much different.” Grunt chuckled in amusement before he was promptly sent careening down the hall by a biotic flare that Jack didn’t even pause in her ministrations upon me to accomplish.

“*smooch*Nora, you fucking beautiful bitch. You’re even hotter than I remember.” Jack growled and bit my lower lip before she pulled us back to our feet. “Damn. Turning into a spaceship factory did you good girl.”

“The musculature is after, everything else was before. You wanna see what I look like in my strongest form without being an active factory?” I asked my lover with a seductive purr and she snorted.

“Babe, if I can only look but not touch properly, I don’t wanna. It’ll just make me feel envious of Yola and the two foxes for being able to touch you at that size. I wasn’t there, but I read the reports on how you two got kickstarted on making the Planter Fleets.” Jack replied with a fond shake of her head. “Also, holy fuck cheerleader! You got cut! You all got cut! I missed out on that training program!”

“You certainly did. I even learned tricks to empower my biotics that with that nicely braided hair of yours, would really do you good. I’d be willing to share, if you stop calling me that.” Miranda snorted in exasperated amusement, her training had done worlds of good for her humility.

“Sure thing sugar-tits. So, when do we leave? I’ve got the other teachers helping the kids get their power to full form without shirking the discipline like you taught me Samara. Also dayum bitch, you are looking good! You even got rid of that plastic doll face thing you had ruining your looks.” Jack complimented as she approached her biotics tutor, who gladly wrapped Jack in a hug when the ex-pirate made to do so.

“I am aware. It is good to have you back young Jack, you have much to learn.” Samara then looked up at Urta and Twilight, who nodded. “As well as much work to do in order to catch up.”

“Sweet, let’s get started. Later Pen, Ash, Tal, Yol, Nor. I’ve gotta get into shape if I’m not gonna drag you down!” Jack called back as she eagerly followed Samara deeper into the EDI.

“...Uh...is she off limits?” Ghost asked me with a bright blush and his tail wagging. Oh shit. Jack is pretty hardcore. He likely digs that since he’s a fan of the pop culture that Jack fits into without even trying. He also had a powerful fondness for her back when he was still a pup too.

“Um...as uncomfortable as I am with the idea; if you want to and she wants to, I won’t forbid it.” I told my adopted son, who sprinted down the hall, likely to watch and hang around her like a lovesick puppy. Or maybe even go beast mode and try to bond with her that way again.

“I’m okay with this, so long as he doesn’t try to get intimate with you or I.” Yola declared as she neared me and put a supportive hand on my shoulder. “Besides, for all we know, Ghost will probably just want to be her best friend. Like become her couch-snuggling doggo.”

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“You got so big boy! You got so big~! Who is a big boy? Who is a big boy~?!” Jack cooed and gushed with a baby voice as she hugged the horse sized white wolf around his fluffy neck and scratched at his ears as he gave her doggy kisses.

“I am! I am~!” Ghost replied and howled before nudging her up onto his back and they laughed as he ran around the training room, Samara looking on with a greatly entertained smile.

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“Medulla...Medulla!” The former councilor blinked back to full awareness from where she’d been staring off into space in the general direction of where the Conduit was being built. “Medulla, are you alright?” The changeling mare turned her gaze to the side at Messana, her beautiful ex-asari dragoness wife who looked the perfect image of a concerned mate.

“I’m fine, Messana. Just...just not all here at the moment.” Medulla sighed as she wondered how such ancient and long-running societies still had such hang-ups like separating work from passion. It was those most passionate about their work that accomplished the most, whether it be the work itself or their own self-discovery.

She didn’t regret resigning from her post for Laiel, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. What she did regret was that it had to happen at all. His duty was his life and while Laiel would rather leave it behind for Messana and her, Medulla couldn’t do that to him. His fire would dwindle and fade, that inner flame within him that burned passionately to guide and protect was what drew her to him in the first place and she’d rather die than see it vanish.

“Medulla...maybe we should take a trip to the Neon district if you’re this out of sorts.” Messana rubbed her shoulders and the bug-pony purred at the strong claws kneading her soft chitin to sooth the muscles beneath.

“No~...I’m fine…” Medulla was just lacking purpose. She wasn’t a domestic goddess, never was, never will be. That’s Messana’s trait. The dragoness had their home ‘just so’ at all times whenever she wasn’t a sex-obsessed nearly demonic lustful dynamo of carnal energy. Which was easily half the time, but she still kept their home in order despite the dozens of little pupae and Zeleen running about whenever they weren’t in tutoring sessions or naptime.

“...Okay, I didn’t want to announce it like this, but I’ve gotten you some help.” Messana stated as she activated her omni and Medulla blinked before registering her words.

“Mess, for the last time, I’m-.” Medulla’s protest was silenced by a flash of purple light and she shrunk under the imperius gaze of her little...sorry, big sister Marrow. “H-hey sis.”

“Out of that chair, we’re going for a walk. You have a good day, Messana.” Marrow bid her sister’s wife goodbye as she bodily dragged her elder sibling by the wrist out of the private block of living space Laiel and his family owned in the Presidium. They drew a lot of stares, because while changelings were a common sight these days, ones with their particular body shapes and coloration were rare. “Sis, you need a job.”

“I know…” Medulla muttered as Marrow led her to a beautiful hanging garden area.

“Why haven’t you called me? Why didn’t you contact the Embassy to arrange for a job?” Marrow demanded with that commanding tone she’d so casually gained after her metamorphosis.

“I don’t know…” Medulla grumbled and winced when Marrow grabbed her chin and made her look up at her more beautiful and powerful sister.

“Is it because I became a Queen before you?” Marrow asked softly and Medulla twitched.

“No…?” She couldn’t lie. Never to Marrow, even before he became what the majority of their kind aspired to become.

“Sis.” Marrow implored with a single, simple and powerful syllable as she looked into Medulla’s matching purple opaque gaze. Grr, curse Mushy Marrow and her touchy-feely BS.

“...A bit. What am I supposed to think about my little brother becoming a Queen before I did when you didn’t even try? It just happened for you and I’ve been trying for six hundred years!” Medulla wailed as she whirled away from her incredibly wonderful sister and leaned against the railing to look down from the hanging terrace.

“That perhaps you were trying too hard? You’re right, I didn’t try to become a Queen. It just happened. I fell in Love, sis. I was so madly in Love that I was blinded by it, turned into a slutty egg factory for my beautiful wives because they needed me and I couldn’t resist the desire, the need to help them by any means. It isn’t about the brood size either, it’s about the intent behind their creation.” Marrow muttered as she rubbed her rainbow-hued wedding band.

“Wha?” Medulla blinked in confusion.

“You’re already on the right track. You gave up your political power for him. You have given him a clutch, you’ve been there in his shadow every step of the way the very moment you became enamored with his Spark.” Marrow said with a soft smile as she looked out over the Presidium. “A Spark within the soul that ignites yours, draws you in like you’re a moth to their flame and gods be damned, you will immerse yourself in that fire for the pleasure of burning in it.”

“That was really poetic sis…” Medulla muttered in a bit of awe that both enthralled her and annoyed her, because she knew it was her sister’s overwhelming charisma backed by her potent presence and aura that was a mixture of raw magical power and her glorious pheromones that she instinctively put off that both spiked the libido and soothed the nerves.

“We’re a poetic species, Medulla. Now, go home, kiss your wife and throw yourself into the fire of your lover’s souls.” Marrow smirked saucily and Medulla had to fight the urge to throw herself upon her sexy sister.

“Gah!” Medulla huffed and hurried away to rock Messana and then Laiel’s respective universes.

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“Guys, do you mind if I leave?” Hunter asked his brothers as they lounged around with their angelic volunteers who they had just finished ravishing and impregnating.

“What’s wrong?” Pillar questioned him, hugging one of the celestials close to his chest, who cooed as he rubbed her big belly. The beautiful black-winged and haired human-like celestial snuggled against him in content.

“I want to make sure Shepard and the others are doing alright. While it is ‘nice’ to increase Heaven’s population, Slayer’s right about watching out for Hell and anything else that wants to undermine all of our efforts to protect the Three Galaxies.” Hunter explained his reasons as his ladies caressed his chest and breathed deeply from his extra-fluffy neck. Ever since they ascended fully, each of them had extra soft and thick fluffy neck floof. The ladies loved it.

“Yeah, you’re right. We can’t shrug off our duty.” Bryan and the others nodded their heads in agreement.

“Not all of you have to go, do you?” One of the female scientists from the labs asked as she gripped Bryan’s muscular bicep. “There’s still so much we can learn~.” She purred as her hand went down to his groin, fondling his bitch-breaking breeding stick.

“You naughty little minx~. We give you the dicking of your eternal lives and you turn into nymphs~.” Brennie growled in pleasure as he became hard under her ministrations.

“You boys want to conquer every female’s womb with your divine seed, you should’ve known this outcome would’ve happened~.” The scientist giggled as she cupped his balls. “Mm, we need to run some tests on these as well~.”

“Ladies, stop hogging them to yourselves.” Samur huffed as she hovered into the labs, cradling her decuplet-sized belly. “I’m certain with just this much we can extract the excess seed in our wombs for artificial insemination, but then you wouldn’t change the worldviews of so many uptight angels.”

“I volunteer to stay. These beauties need to learn that mortals are people too and though we’re divine, we’re still mortals at heart and in mind.” Collateral said as he snuggled his latest mate, who purred and curled up against him.

“Well, that’s true, but I don’t feel comfortable staying here when my Aspect is screaming for me to get back out there. I need to protect people and I cannot do that here. Sorry milady.” Pillar apologized to his current partner, who mewled before he vanished in a flash of light and she floated to his vacated seat on the large sofa with a pout.

“I’m going too. You ladies remember to take good care of those kids, even if they’re going to be trained as warriors.” Hunter demanded of the women, who nodded and touched their halos in a gesture the siblings understood was a powerful vow to celestials before he flashed away too.

“What about you Lord Berserker? Will you leave too?” The scientist pressing her cheek against his penis asked with a sad longing in her voice.

“Naw. With Slayer, Pillar and Hunter out there, along with our underlings, I have faith they can stem the tide. Besides…” Bryan held up his mechanical hand and clenched his fist which sparked with violent red argent energy. “As a God of War, my kids will have many benefits suitable for warriors, as much as I don’t like having kids exclusively for war. It rubs me the wrong way. We’re supposed to fight our wars so our kids don’t have to.”

“A noble sentiment, but Hell isn’t going to give us that right.” Samur snarled in rage at this truth before she blinked her four eyes. “Wow. I forgot how moody being pregnant makes me. I’ve only just been inseminated. How potent are all of you?”

“Potent enough.” Collateral purred as he hefted his massive bowling-ball sized nuts, the runic bunnies emblazoned on the sides that matched Vinnie’s womb tattoo shimmering. His partners swarmed in and started to worship his balls as they began swelling back to their basketball sized norm. “Oh yeah~.”

“That said, sorry.” Bryan cheekily smiled at the woman worshiping his junk and she squeaked when the musky man meat she was marvelling was replaced by a puffy puddling pussy. The muscular athletic and matronly woman replacing the testosterone-emitting hunk of a man had a feral and hungry look to her face that made the scientist angel shiver. “But like I said earlier, I’m not just going to be the sire. I want to enjoy this more than a fleeting moment. You know how to eat a muffin?”

“N-no...but I’m willing to give it a try.” The bold and salacious woman, who suddenly became meek and nervous, replied as she moved in and looked up between Brennie’s huge tits at her face when she began licking her cunt. She became more sure of herself as Brennie cooed and wiggled her hips in approval.

“Good girl~. Oh, could someone check on-?”

“The men here are surprisingly short on stamina.” Brennie’s request was cut short by Vinnie, not even looking different aside from the well-fucked look on her face, approaching the break area and heading for the fridge, grabbing some bottled water that she chugged. “*Gulp* Ah~. They cum only as much as a normal human male before modification. Sure, I still got off, but damn am I spoiled by big-balled hunks and having orgasms in volumes at least in the gallons.”

“Oh...that sounds unsatisfying…” Brennie muttered, rethinking her plans of trying to get hyperpregnant if the men here couldn’t satisfy the thirst she’d become accustomed to sating with lovers back home. “Well...I think I changed my mind, but first, could you keep going? You’re doing good for a first-timer.” Brennie requested of the scientist, who nodded and went back to muff-diving.

“Yeah, it is, but I can feel what my body is doing with their seed. I am still going to get big, just not as big as I would like. Now then, let’s talk room and board as well as about that artificial insemination thing you mentioned. Just because they won’t learn a little about the worth of intermingling with mortals isn’t enough reason to deny efficiency.” Vinnie proclaimed and Samur nodded as they began to talk shop.

Brennie was too busy spasming as her partner hit her G-spot with her surprisingly long and dextrous tongue to care by that point and moaned as the angel panted for air. “I...I think I like this…” The woman said in uncertainty and Brennie grinned.