Nexus Effect

Ch.116

I must’ve blacked out after having my entrance so heavily abused, because the next thing I remember is waking up at a respectable size, squeezed in EDI’s hangar bay between one wall and the Hammerhead. “Oh~...my poor pussy…” I’m sore, in a good way. If I was bipedal right now, I’d be doing a noticeable limp. Or better yet, do as I am now and sprawl on the floor.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. We have a situation, mom.” EDI said before I transformed into my naked quarian-ish alt and staggered with that limp I’d just considered having.

“What is it, baby?” I asked blearily while I used my tendies to cover my naughty bits. I’m too tired to bother getting dressed up right now, Penny can chew me out later.

“The pirate fleet arrived much sooner than we thought they would…” This got me woke right the fuck up and my aches and pains faded while my body responded like an organic one would to a fight or flight situation, allowing me to run with speed through EDI towards the bridge. “We’re hiding right now. I can’t be detected if I hold here, but there’s so many of them that I can’t possibly squeeze through without us getting spotted.”

“Where is Hunter? I know I remember him arriving.” I asked while dodging crewmembers.

“I’m here, but even with my power I can’t mindfuck all of them at once.” Hunter telepathically intoned from wherever he was, reminding me of his newfound semi-omniscience. That was going to get old very fast. “Sorry.” Not helping your case dude. “...Sorry.” Stop apologizing! “Sor-shutting up.”

“That might not be the worst part. That corpse on the planet, a huge hell portal opened up and pulled it in shortly after we GTFOed out of there with Arterius. We got an image as it tore though the crashed ship.” Grunt told me when I arrived on the bridge, sharing an image he captured with his omni. It showed a massive skeleton being lifted by Maykr tech.

“Do we even have a plan?” I asked and Urta approached me. “Oop!” I blushed when she stabbed her arm shoulder-deep into my absolute cleavage created by my tentakini, then blinked in bemusement when she pulled out the plain wooden anthro mask that lacked any features aside from the rounded vulpine snout.

“You’re a Displaced, you have at least one token. Try using it. I swear, you’re worse than Wiatr about this kind of thing.” Urta slapped the mask on my face-.

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I was sitting in a log cabin, sipping tea when I jumped and set it down. “Ah, hello. First time summoner who didn’t have time to call first or someone slapped our mask on thine face?” I heard from my own lips, in an entirely different voice. Why is my skin silver and shiny?

“Ah, yes. The second one.” I said in the eerily not-mine voice before I purred without being the one to do it.

“Oh, can I help? It’s been forever since I moved in with you, love~. Well, main, not time-altered me.” A voice that sounded both indescribably beautiful yet horrifically terrifying asked as thousands of predatory slitted golden eyes opened in the very air. Fuck. Oh fuck. It’s like someone combined Hermaeus Mora with LSD!

“No, Sam, We do not believe it wise to barrage a Displaced with too much at once, especially not one doing their first summoning. Now then, this voice...Nora?” I nodded in surprise that she remembered me. I could barely remember that I even had Lunahisa’s mask even after all these decades. “Yes, it’s been a few weeks, but We remember thee.” Weeks?! Holy time dilation Batman! “Be warned, summoning us involves potential unwanted bodily transformations.”

“H-huh?” I asked in bemusement before Lunahisa held out my, er, her hand and it morphed and deformed around, revealing she wasn’t a silver-skinned person with latex-like gloss, she’s an opaque silver slime! “Oh...well, um...we need help escaping an armada of space pirates. Is there anything you can do about that?”

“Certainly! We can easily toss thine aggressors aside with our telekinetic might! At least, well enough to create an opening to escape, will that do?” Lunahisa asked and I nodded eagerly. “Splendid! Now then, be warned that being slimed by us is a fairly random outcome. Our summoners have worn us for as little as a few minutes and been slimed, to as long as weeks and been unaffected. Know that being a slime isn’t terrible, if anything it’s rather wonderful.”

“I’m a cybertronian, I don’t want to know what becoming an ever-flowing living mass of transformium or whatever would be like.” I mewled uncomfortably and Lunahisa tsked.

“In that case, thou can request someone either already a slime or willing to be slimed, to be the one to wear us and allow us to possess their body until taken off or dismissed.” Lunahisa replied-.

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-I was back aboard the EDI and yanked the mask off. “Okay, Urta. Summoning her risks the wearer becoming a slime, but you or Penny could do it without risk. First though: any non-synthetic people here want to risk turning into a slime?” I called out to the bridge and got no takers, just a few people snorting and shaking their head, Joker even burst out laughing.

“Well, I’ve never summoned Lunahisa. Wiatr says it’s fun, so I’ll give it a try.” Urta huffed and slapped the mask on. She turned from her gray and white fluffy appearance to a slimy gooey alicorn-like chimera of silver slime wearing Urta’s hardsuit. “Whoa! I thought I was a horny bitch!”

“Well, we’re both Goddesses of Fertility. We just happen to have all of our universe’s Aspect for it unlike thine shared one.” Lunahisa purred, her beautiful regal pony face winking at me while her lion paws spread out and she stretched her talons high as her long lion tail twitched. It was about now that I noticed the crown of antlers framing her head and entwined with her long, fluted horn. “Now then, aim us at thine issue and we’ll do our level best to batter it.”

“As nice as that is, we need to get in position first. Joker, get us aimed for Osun so we can use the Mass Relay there to hightail it to Omega.” Penny ordered our pilot, who promptly began to orient the EDI and Lunahisa sauntered up next to the pilot to be ready. “Now then, why are you naked again?” Oh no, not this again.

“Because I was in a hurry to get here and-.” I bit my lip when Penny grabbed my boobs around my tentakini and she snarled lustfully at me.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is not to fuck you right here and now with that sex bomb you summoned dumping sex pheromones everywhere? Report to my bunk. Now. I’ll be along as soon as we’re out of danger.” Penny growled, kissed me hungrily, then spun me around and slapped my ass, making me yelp and run away from my carnally charged wife before she could give in to that urge. I prefer my sex nice and private, thank you!

“Well, I may have caused an issue.” I mewled and sighed, remembering the warning adage Hunter and his siblings espoused: ‘Summoning a Displaced tends to complicate things more than deal with them’. I can see that already. Just summoning Lunahisa has caused Penny to become sexually stressed. I can only wonder what she’s doing to Urta who was hosting her.

“What issue would that be?” Jack snorted in amusement as she and Ghost followed me from the bridge, having caught up quickly because Jack was riding Ghost’s beast alt by hugging tightly to his back so she didn’t possibly hit anything. “All I saw was Penny ready to fuck you into a screaming pile of horny bitch.”

“It was funny to see.” Ghost snickered and I pouted at them both with my arms crossed under my bust.

“So now that I have you two alone: what are your plans going forward?” I asked my lover and my adopted son, the two blinking at me in bemusement. “You two are already as thick as thieves within the space of a day and a half.”

“Take it from me, that’s not too much of an exaggeration.” Kasumi commented from next to Ghost, who yelped and jumped away, but by then Kasumi was gone again.

“Well...he’s my best buddy. He’s big, he’s fluffy, he’s cute. He’s also kinda hot too for someone who hasn’t finished developing. That’s a plus.” Jack patted the side of my son’s fluffy neck and scratched at one of his hand-sized ears.

“J-Jack~!” Ghost whined, his ears pinning back and looking like a kicked puppy despite the fact he was bigger than a traditional quadrupedal horse. “Not in front of my mom…”

“Shut up and accept your praise, dummy.” Jack snarked and began playfully hugging his head and play-biting his ear, causing him to yelp and laugh as he bounced and wriggled to try and get her off. “Who’s a cute boy? Who’s the cute boy?!”

“M-me! I’m the cute boy~!” Ghost panted and yipped happily before she ceased tormenting him with adorable snuggles and patted his head. Wow was his tail wagging a mile a minute. That was so cute I think I might have contracted cyber-diabetes.

“So, you’re going to be future fuckbuddies? Nothing more serious?” I asked probingly and Ghost blushed hottly while Jack gave me a predatory smirk that I knew too well. “Be good to him, Jack.”

“Hey, he’s my boy. I’ll do right by him. Especially since he’s your boy and you did right by me. Speaking of which; I’m bunked in the same group of beds as the rest of our lawfully married group. Oh, also, whenever we all get back to Rannoch, we have to go through with the orgy ceremony. This ring ain’t really real until that awesome party happens.” Jack twisted her bright ruby wedding band on her finger. “Now then, let’s go play in the hangar Ghost! I think we might even be able to coax that pyjak, Oil, out for a chase.”

“Gah, why!” My son whined and sat up straighter when there was a visible increase in mass below him. “Um...uh...gotta go!” Ghost sped away really quick, which caused Jack to squeal in surprise and she laughed as she landed on her ass. Did...did his balls just literally drop? Or something? Oh no, he’s still in puberty, that’s right. Poor boy. Having to hear his mom and his future girlfriend/lover talk about sex and stuff must’ve also been torment on his budding libido.

“Oh, he could have stayed and I’d have taken care of it. I wouldn’t mind having that large bone in my mouth or even pounding my pussy.” Jack chuckled with a lick of her lips.

“Jack, please don’t talk like that about any of my children when I’m around.” I groaned at the unwanted images. I don’t want to think of my children like that. Ew.

“Hey, Ghost is hot and he’s not even done developing. I’m thinking he might even get as big as Penny said Pillar is.” Jack licked her lips and I blushed hotly at remembering all the lurid details Penny shared of her passionate encounter with Pillar in the hangar. It may have been over a year ago since then, but even now I remember how incredible he was just from Penny’s descriptions.

“...Now I hope my boy does get that big, if only so I know he’s strong enough to handle himself.” 14 feet of anthro hunk? Yes, I hope my boy does grow that big, because then he wouldn’t even need to use his alt to do serious damage. Also because if Jack has her eyes on my boy as her prize, then he’ll need all the advantages he can get to avoid her overwhelming him.

“Wow Nora, you really have an off switch when it comes to your brats, even adopted ones.” Jack snickered and grabbed my ass, snapping me out of my pondering over my boy’s development with a squeak. “Now get going! I wanna get started before Penny or anyone else joins in!”

“N-now?!” I’m in no mood right now with all this talk of my son’s body!

“Yep! Talking about your son has me fucking hot right now, so I’m gonna take it out on his mom!” Jack clacked her teeth and began pushing me down the hall by my ass.

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Saren snapped awake, but didn’t move when he noticed the feeling of an IV in his stump of an arm. That was odd. Usually if he had an IV that meant unbearable agony was soon to follow, but instead he felt numbed, a bit cold even. He wasn’t dying though, none of the proper signs of it were present. “Spectre Arterius. You’re an impressively hardy one, even for a turian of your age and physique.”

He turned his remaining eye towards the voice and saw a woman he faintly remembered was part of Shepard’s crew and responsible for adapting the first human-friendly gene mods from samples of Imperial mods and medicine that she’d gotten ahold of first due to her association with Nora and Yola of clan Feell. “Doctor...Chakwas?”

“You even remember me despite never properly meeting me. That’s a good sign. I’m going to be blunt with you, Spectre. Your arm is gone, your eye is gone, I’ve had to amputate one of your legs and one of your remaining fingers. You’re effectively quite crippled. Thankfully you have options, but that’s for later. Rest now or I will drug you to sleep.” Dr. Chakwas warned him with a stern glare and Saren promptly let himself relax.

His career may well be over now...oh well, he’d been wanting to go home to Paretia and his little whelps for the longest time. It was time to marry the girl and give up this life…after sleep...

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“It’s been a year already?” Bryan blinked in shock at Jehovah, who looked like a wizened middle-aged human man whose hair had gone shock-white and matched his halo and wings.

“Yes, Bryan. You’ve done well. With the many healthy celestials born of your efforts both directly and from Samur collecting your excesses for artificial insemination, along with all of the eager volunteers of both genders. My beautiful scions of Good will have effectively quadrupled our numbers within the span of 16 years here. That isn’t even mentioning Collateral and Vinnie’s efforts.” Jehovah informed him and Bryan puffed out his chest pridefully.

“Well, if there’s one thing my wives have done to me over the millenia, it’s made me a skilled lover.” Bryan enjoyed giving pleasure to his partners. It was why Selene continued to stick with him aside from the two of them getting to know one another personally and her being responsible for aiding Samur in collecting his overabundance of sperm for donation.

“Indeed. Speaking of which, after Selene births her next brood, good job by the way, 16? Anyway, I’ll send her along to join you. Her heart is with you now, not Heaven. I won’t begrudge any of my children who wish to leave now that they know the Good mortals can offer.” Jehovah snickered through his nose and Bryan snorted in shared amusement.

“Thanks.” He said before letting out a sigh. “But I need to see Luci.”

“To confess, my son?” Jehovah asked knowingly, not at all upset that he wanted to do this with his sister and not him. While confessing sins to him meant absolution, it didn’t mean the confessor was emptied of their guilt. If anything, the guilt mounted. He understood that Luci devoured the Evil confessed to her and thus confessions were best spent on her, not him.

“To confess, yes.” Bryan nodded his head, before feeling hands clasp on his shoulders. “I also need Cocoa and Urta there as well. She needs to hear me and Cocoa to confirm.”

“My dear boy, I know there were some times you wanted to call it off, break away from that which you feel is a threat. You can be quite malicious when someone threatens you, but talk to them about it. I know you may think they won’t listen to you or understand you, but just try to talk to them.” Jehovah kindly imparted wisdom he felt the man needed to hear.

“... I’ll try.” Bryan nodded his head and Jehovah pulled him into his embrace-he was suddenly laying atop Wiatr, face nestled in her breasts and she sleepily blinked at him.

“Mm...Bryan? When did you get back?” Wiatr mumbled as she leaned up and gently smooched his brow, the slime skaven pulling her arms up out of the blankets to gently hug him.

“Just now. Where’s Urta and Cocoa? I need to see Luci and confess.” Brennie stated as he sat up and inspected the bedroom. She was alone, oddly enough.

“But We already confessed, for all four of us…” Wiatr tiredly protested and Bryan noted that she was unusually exhausted. Usually Wiatr was a boundless wellspring of energy. Carnal energy being the Goddess of Sex on top of Commerce and Fertility, but still energy.

“Well, I still need you to hear me out.” Bryan insisted.

“Mm...is it okay if just Willow goes with you? We’re so tired, sweetie…” Wiatr mewled and now Bryan was worried.

“Are you okay?” The last time she was this lethargic, she was under a curse. The time before that was a lethal poison someone had concocted specifically for her and she barely survived both times.

“Yeah...just exhausted. A foreign goddess of Fertility visited and channeled through Urta, which means I had to completely donate Fertility to her. We’re out an Aspect and We’re weak.” Wiatr told him and closed her eyes, about falling asleep before he shook her.

“Just Willow is fine if you think you can manage even that right now, considering Willow was the root of your Fertility Aspect.” Bryan suggested and she mewled.

“Baby, We are the root. Not just a single one of us.” Wiatr closed her eyes and from her bust emerged the rainbow iridescent fluffy milfy vixen he’d fallen for so long ago. The lustful kitsune was essentially the entire reason he, Hunter, Visilia, all of them got pulled into this wonderful but overwhelming family.

“Hey, babe.” Willow murmured tiredly and kissed him before she crawled into his arms and he picked the beautiful two-tailed anthro vixen up before carrying her out of the room. “I’m too tired to talk much, can I just listen?”

“Sure thing, sweetie. That’s all I wanted you to do; listen to my confession.” Bryan gently said as he put his chin on her brow while she buried her snout in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent. He definitely still smelled of sex despite cleaning up properly and putting on a clean toga before Jehovah sent him home. It was her Aspects that he often participated in the most despite him and Urta having more in common there.

Walking out of the room, Bryan found Vinnie and Cocoa waiting out in the hallway for them. Jehovah must have figured this point in time was the best for them to be here. “Cocoa knows most Secrets, including what you want to confess.” Cocoa commented as they followed him.

“We all have things to get off our chests. Some more than others.” Vinnie said before they arrived at Luci’s room, where she was clearly waiting with tea and biscuits. She even had a therapist couch, normal couch and recliner. Well...this isn’t going to be easy.