Nexus Effect

Ch.117

“...Let me sum this up, since it was a confession to me too. You...you created contingency plans, in case one of us goes rogue, because of what Urta did to half of that planet?” Willow asked with a saddened mewl, her ears wilted, but her eyes understanding.

“Urta didn’t stop when she killed that Imperial CO, she took it out on the fucking planet. Killing not only innocent civilians, Imperial forces and enemy forces, but our warriors were caught in that mess. Since then, none of our own has forgiven her or the Empire as it was also the first of many cracks.” Bryan told her with an angry sigh. He still remembered that day.

Even when Urta was properly punished for it, the fear they felt led to the realization of just how dangerous they have all become. Especially Urta, who fucking embodies Power! If she let loose once, possibly a whole portion of a galaxy would just be sucked into the black hole that is her fucking body!

“It is why the Argentines distanced themselves from us, they believe we are all heading towards a collapse.” Cocoa nodded in understanding. “Which, sad to say, is in the cards despite all our efforts. We will stay the course as long as possible.”

“Hunter and I had to stop at least twenty attempted assassinations aimed at our children’s lives. These were Imperials who managed to bypass our interdimensional security measures over five thousand years ago.” Vinnie stated, surprising everyone present, except Luci and Cocoa.

“What? Why?” Bryan asked his sister, who gave a weary look.

“They thought we were either a threat to the Empire, or that we needed to be reborn to become stronger before the End Times consume us all. Mostly the latter.” Vinnie answered with a shake of her head. “I didn’t want to believe them, but after what Urta did and how Imperials are undermining their leader’s authority, I think we need to prepare for the worst.”

“Well, shit. We should’ve seen this coming.” Bryan sighed and side-hugged his sister.

“You know, there was that one incident where I lost sight of you five, out on the edge of the Dark Zone. Tell me, what happened?” Luci inquired of the two Doom Marines, which confused their wives.

“We can’t tell you the whole story, however, what we can tell you is this: there is an entity living within the Dark Zone found in our galaxy. It’s the reason why that’s there, stating that it’s working something there. There’s more: it made us an offer that was too good to be true. We declined, but it’s still there.” Vinnie informed Luci, who raised a brow at them.

“The true power of Freedom as it, or he, stated. However, the price for it was one hundred years of servitude.” Bryan explained further, which made Luci lean back in shock.

“I’m sorry, what?!” To say Luci was shook is an understatement.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll deal with it later. That’s all I have to confess, thank you and goodbye you bitch.” With that said, Bryan and the others left Luci to freak out over whoever, or whatever, this entity was.

“Well, that went better than expected. Are you okay now?” Vinnie asked her brother with a concerned look.

“For now. I’ll feel better after I-.” Bryan was interrupted by a flash of light next to him so he turned to see the newcomer.

It was Selene, no longer pregnant and with a body matching his other wives from her successive hyper pregnancies! She was wearing a clean toga and beamed at him with her perfect shiny teeth. “I am here, Bryan!” Selene chirped happily.

“Selene, perfect timing. Then again Jehovah seems to be a bit of a troll like Luci, even if I bet he’d deny it. Anyway, I’m about to unwind and then go on a glorious demon-killing spree. Wanna come with?” Bryan asked his new mate, who beamed brightly before technology rivaling their own and Hell’s wrapped over her body in super-advanced armor as she levitated.

“Do I?!” Selene chirped and Bryan summoned his own armor that was altered to accommodate his wings before he sprinted down the hall towards where Cadence and Cadenza stayed when not in the Crystal Empire, considering those two were thicker than thieves and Bryan likely wanted to visit them before heading off.

“Wait up, you bastard!” Vinnie called out to him.

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I was laying on my back, my breasts quaking with each heaving breath as I vented the accumulated heat in my chassis. Around me, on Urta’s massive bed, sprawled the womb-stuffed forms of all of my immediate lovers and wives. I’d just spent the past...I don’t know, fucking them senseless since Penny and Urta exuded this aura and pheromones that drove us all mad with a need to breed.

I weakly raised my head, looking over the fallen and slumbering forms of Penny, Urta, Tali, Ashley and Jack. Yola was opposite me on the massive room-dominating bed, in a similar state of overheat and likely in equally dire need of Argent if Urta and Penny hadn’t been breastfeeding us both the whole time.

“Never again, are we going to let either Urta or Penny wear Lunahisa.” I declared while gasping and venting, Yola wordlessly nodding in agreement.

That said, I grunted as I carefully removed my hectocotylus tentacle from Penny’s cunt, Yola doing the same with Urta’s quim. Once we were free of the two ravenous slime vixen twins, we used our tendies to leave the room and sprawled naked on the room linking our various private rooms together.

“You two are impressive. Handling the sexual rampage of a Fertility goddess and her synchronized twin sister, along with three other lustful women.” Hunter appraised from where he sat reading his omni-tool on one of the other beds. He wasn’t registered to that room...Jack’s, so he could use the bed as a bed rather than as a portal. “Especially since Urta used herself as a sink for the aura that Lunahisa projected to prevent the whole ship going loco in the coco.”

“That was basically how it gets when we’re all together with Marrow involved. Only much more frantic and desperate.” Hearing Jack beg for us to cum in her womb was both disturbing and hot as a blue giant.

“That said, I think we could do without a ‘fuck aura’ screwing with our dynamic.” Yola huffed and I nodded in agreement with my sister-wife.

“Yeah, not so much fun, but it’s so hot.” I moaned as I wriggled my poor abused hectocotylus noodle to help ease the perceived soreness I had from how much rapid repeated movement I’d had to do with it. “Still though, if we ever need Lunahisa again, we’re going to need someone else that isn’t a goddess related to sex or reproduction to wear her. Speaking of which, how are we doing? Urta and Penny just jumped our frames without a word.”

“We’re heading back to the Citadel for a debrief and to get Saren some medical aid.” Hunter informed us as he watched us get up on our knees and flop back onto our asses with our tentacles still too tired to cover our naughty bits right now, so we were giving him a show, but too tired to really care. “As for that pirate armada and what you discovered, Zanethu and the Ploitari system as a whole are about to be sieged by a joint venture of the Empire and Argentines before they can launch anything towards Tuchanka or Omega or find more Hell artefacts.”

“So, Lunahisa was able to make a hole in the blockade long enough for us to slip through their net. Good. Now then, are you just going to sit there or help us up?” I huffed indignantly at the semi-omniscient man.

“I don’t know, the view from here is rather nice.” Hunter answered with a sly smile.

“Aren’t you married?” Yola asked with an exasperated roll of her eyes.

“In an open polyamory. Kinda like you. That aside, I tend to keep my carnal urges for them. It doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the sight of two beautiful busty MILFs panting and messy on the floor.” Hunter snorted in amusement before his gray halo pulsed and I found myself on my feet, leaning against Yola.

“Thanks.” I tiredly muttered and managed to retract my tentacles enough for my usual three to form my tentakini, Yola doing the same. “Eugh...you got any tricks in that fancy halo of yours to ease the aches and soreness? I haven’t felt like this in...over 30 years...holy shit I’m 57. I feel old.” I also somehow managed not to turn into my strict-as-hell mother.

“Pfft, sis, even if we do age, we’ve got potentially millions of years ahead of us. You’re not old.” Yola snorted in wry amusement before sighing. “Yeah, really, do you have anything?”

“I just got my old powers back. The only reason I knew how to levitate you to your feet is because I’ve had telepathy and telekinesis for a long time already.” Hunter shrugged and I bemoaned the fact that we may need to make a trip to Chakwas, citing sexually-related overexertion.

Hm, we might as well check in on Saren while we’re there.

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Saren’s remaining eye snapped open upon hearing the staggering pairs of metallic clanking that signified either a pair of droids, drones or more synthetic androids approaching. He felt relief upon seeing his mate’s wives Nora and Yola enter the medbay. He didn’t find them physically appealing, but he did admire their personalities and competence to the point he didn’t care what they looked like. “Come to pay me a visit?” Saren almost didn’t recognize his own voice, hoarse and raw from screaming in torment from extensive torture sessions.

“Holy shit, you look worse than I thought you were.” Hissed Nora or Yola. He had trouble telling them apart right now. His ability to see color was currently ruined by whatever toxins his torturers had filled his veins with, so their identifying navy blue and maroon red forearms and calves looked the same to him at the moment.

“I’m just glad I don’t feel as bad as I am.” Saren wasn’t one to shy away from pain, but in this instance, he’d welcome this hazy reprieve from it. “Heads up: I’m retiring. Even if I get all my missing bits replaced with synthetics or you convert me, I’m done after this.”

“I hear you. Paretia’s been worried sick. Martra is on board, so after you get patched up, she’s likely to drag your sorry ass back home.” One of the Feell twins said and Saren felt more relief already. Like with Nora and Yola, he wasn’t physically attracted to Martra, but the huge tauric feline was great to be around and he wouldn’t deny that despite his lack of physical attraction, she could wring pleasure from him regardless.

“So, what will happen to me?” Saren asked with what he hoped was a cheeky look. Half his face didn’t want to comply with moving, the same half that was missing an eye.

“After you get your bits replaced, I’m going to convert you into a Cybertronian so you’re not a living reference to the Terminator and send you back home where Paretia might just force you to make more whelps with her. The triplets have already grown so much without their father thanks to the mods they were given to accelerate their development and then drastically slow their aging once they reach physical maturity.” Ah, this one is Nora then. She does have the stronger aura of command about her.

“Then it is in fact time to retire. For my people this is considered disgraceful, but considering I’ve been crippled by my last mission; it’s an acceptable outcome. Especially since I still have my mate, my whelps and my home.” Saren sighed and felt a wave of grogginess come upon him…

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“Really, Chrys?” Paretia asked her niece in exasperation. The turian woman had grown to match Saren in height at 7 feet, but remained whipcord lithe and athletic. She’d also seemingly de-aged despite only being middle-aged when she got modded. Now she looked to be in her prime again, something she was idly lamenting right now.

“Yes. We need more master pilots to base our automated teaching simulators off of.” Chrys pleaded with her aunt as she practically leaned on her mumu-covered hyper-pregnant middle. She’d decided she liked being nearly immobile whenever she didn’t need to get anywhere fast or squeeze into anything. She also enjoyed having Gidget dote on her in this state.

“...Eugh, money is a bit tighter than I’m used to since Nora and Yola’s revenue is not being directed here, what with them off being Big Damn Heroes again. I do miss flying...it’s just recording my performance in the sims, right?” Paretia caved, she could use the money this job offer would provide. Nitina, Ultia and Vitala were all growing so fast too, going through clothes and phases of emotional and mental states so quickly it was a constant drain on her physical, mental and even spiritual health. Not to mention her credit account.

“Yep! I’m not asking you to train a class of pilots personally, I’m just asking you to run through simulations and maybe even come up with more challenging ones to run through too.” Chrys happily insisted before she gasped and her 4-foot across belly luched as she spasmed and gushed fem-cum down her thighs and underbelly. “Oh gawd~...unf...sorry. Growth spurt.”

“Damn you make me jealous every time I see that.” Paretia grumbled and rubbed her lower stomach, missing the wonderful time she had when her trio of troublemakers were in her tummy. “So when does this job start? How long will it last and since you’re using recordings of me, do I get royalties so long as it’s used?”

“As soon as you want, as long as you and we feel we need more simulations and lessons and yes.” Chrys informed her aunt after she’d come down from gasping for air and floating on cloud nine. “You’re the most skilled pilot not just in the Tikkun system, but perhaps this side of the galaxy. You’re wasted on retirement, auntie.”

“Damn straight and I’m staying retired. This is a one-time thing.” Paretia insisted to her niece.

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“You call this shit a simulator?!” Paretia shrieked at the technician in charge of the hardware of the simulation pod as she shook the snapped-off yoke of the pod. She was pulling a hybrid aileron barrel roll maneuver to both worm around an asteroid debris field while rapidly reorienting for finding a proper vector to boost away from the simulated pursuers when the damned thing broke like flimsy tissue paper!

“M-ma’am, we’ve never had someone do a combination maneuver-.”

“Then get fucking used to it! I pull shit like that in my sleep and if you want my expertise to trickle down to little birdies, you’d best give me equipment equal to or greater than what they’ll be flying! Understand?!” Paretia snarled at this idiot’s assumptions that she would be sticking to traditional maneuvers. If that was all the Rannoch Flight Academy wanted, they wouldn’t have scouted her through her niece!

“Y-yes ma’am! I’ll upgrade the pod right away ma’am!” The suitably scared quarian techie squeaked and he hurried to comply as Paretia stormed off, tossing the broken yoke over her shoulder. Fuck! It’s only been a few days and this place was in serious need of professionals in her opinion. When you have an ex-merc thinking that, there’s a problem.

“Broke another sim pod, aunt Par?” Paretia’s simmering fury cooled at the sound of one of her many nieces and nephews, one of Chrys’s 19 clutch-mates. She was ashamed to admit she couldn’t remember any of their names since they were estranged already, having gotten their own lives apart from her big, complicated family, spreading the roots of Clan Feell through Rannochan society.

“Yeah. I swear, that kid is cute, but he’s still a kid. What’s he doing as a techie here? Nepotism?” Paretia huffed as she went to the vending machine, fed it some credits and retrieved her can of Argent Fizz. The stuff grew on her and she felt energized after consuming it. Considering it’s literally liquid biofuel that’s good for both machines and flesh bodies, that was a plus.

“He does well here, you’re just an unexpectedly demanding professional.” Her nephew snorted.

“I’m not half-assing the training of future pilots. I’m being paid to do a job and I’m going to do it right.” Paretia insisted before she chugged her Argent Fizz, she ended up doing a spit-take when suddenly a blue and white vixen staggered through a portal next to her.

“Are you a master pilot?!” The sexy tribal-patterned vixen in a flattering skin-tight purple flight suit asked and Paretia numbly nodded. “Come with me!” Before Paretia could object, the woman grabbed her hand and pulled her through the portal.