Nexus Effect

Ch.119

“What do you mean Nora and Yola are gone?!” Penny demanded of her team after returning from debriefing with the Council as well as receiving her next task. Which she’d completely forgotten in the face of her wives being kidnapped!

“We mean they’ve been abducted, potentially for Displaced shenanigans. I’ve also gotten word from Chrysanthemum that Paretia has been abducted by Krystal from Star Fox according to the video her brother Basil took the moment he realized what was going on.” Hunter informed the pacing and nearly hysterical Commander Shepard, who wasn’t helped by the fact Urta was still hosting the entirety of the Fertility Aspect and was similarly distressed.

“Of course it’s Displaced bullshit. It seems any time they’re even mentioned shit goes to Hell. Sometimes literally.” Penny snarled and seemed ready to punch something. “I mean, just look at poor Nora. She keeps getting shoehorned into all sorts of shenanigans that she would otherwise steer clear of. Not to mention all the unfortunate things you and your siblings get pulled into against your will. How is that fair to you?” Penny bemoaned to the telepath, who rubbed his temples with a weary expression.

“Just be glad she isn’t experiencing the worst side of it. Trust me, being Displaced is a bitch. I’ll get in touch with the Chaos Trinity to take us to wherever Nora and Yola disappeared to.” Hunter stated and Penny sighed in relief that at least she had an expert on board with connections.

“What was the worst thing you’ve had to go through because the multiverse loves bullying Displaced?” Penny asked gently, clearly offering some form of comfort.

“Seeing Bryan getting banished for wounding every gods’ fragile ego at once. That was on a wedding day of two Displaced getting married.” Hunter answered with a snort of amusement.

“Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that. At least Visi was there for him right quick.” Urta commented while looking at her Omni. “Thanks for already looking into this Hunter. What’s your plan after the Triplets get in touch, dear?”

“Explore the new universe Nora, Yola and Paretia have wound up in. Their weaponry is worth collecting if you get into contact with the local government.” Hunter declared and Penny nodded in agreement. Hopefully they could benefit from this SNAFU.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

The ship I was on was empty. There was nobody here. The technology was also esoteric and used programming I was incompatible with, so I couldn’t just jack in. Not even my omni-tool could comprehend the computer language this ship used.

It wasn’t a derelict either or at least it wasn’t for long. The cafeteria had cold food still set out, like the people were about to eat, but then left without warning not even an hour ago. There wasn’t anything in the hangar. I was stranded because the system was locked down and all exits sealed, so I couldn’t even turn into my cuttleship alt.

I could just size up and tear my way out, but I don’t know if the inhabitants of the ship will be back soon or not. I’d rather err on the side of caution and not destroy their home and main mode of transport.

With nothing left to do, I decided to eat the food that was left out, because it was cold and wasting food in space is a big no-no. It looked like food I was used to, but tasted off. Like it had more or less nutrition than my palate was accustomed to. I also decided to be a rude girl and dig through dressers and other private places.

I can confirm the inhabitants are either anthros or this woman had a knot fetish, because the canine vibrator I found had a huge knot. I put it back, though I was tempted to steal it. Her clothes were also cute. She had a collection of navy blue and purple flight suits that I really wish were in my size, as well as casual jeans and tank tops.

I was in the middle of ruining one of these tops by squeezing it over my massive mams when the door to the room whished open and I froze at the sight of Krystal, who froze at noticing me ruining what must be one of her tops. “...Uh...hi?”

“Hello? I sense no ill intent from you, but what are you doing on our ship? Let alone ruining one of my tank tops?” Krystal asked with her arms crossed under her more modest D-cup bosom which was supported by her flight suit in a way that they seemed bigger.

“Uh, just a sec, I almost have it on anyway.” I finished pulling the top down as far as I could, my breasts turning the tank into a sports bra with the pitiful cry of it’s seams. “Mmf, tight, but that’s my fault. Ahem. I’m Nora’Feell Vas EDI. I was on a shopping trip with my son and my lover when a portal opened up and I stumbled into this ship.”

“Oh. Damn it, Slippy. We’ll get you sent home right away. It seems our engineer didn’t fully shut down the device we used to look for someone who could help us.” Krystal sighed with a shake of her head.

“Wait, Slippy? Well that explains a lot.” I groaned after I remembered him from the games. He’s brilliant, no doubt, but his clumsiness and misfortune was a trope in video gaming. “Well, hopefully the machine didn’t conveniently break and strand me-.”

“Everyone! If you find anyong from another dimension, please help them remain calm. I am repairing the Dimensionator as I speak.” An annoying nasal and whiny voice stated over the intercom and I whined as I flopped back on Krystal’s bed.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Not! Enough! demons!” Carnage roared as he finished turning a Mancubus into steaming rotting demi-glace with his hands. The speed at which Carnage and Bryan with support from Selene were wiping out legions upon legions of hell was unprecedented without all of the Doom Marines present.

“Dude. Chill. You should be happy when there are no more demons to kill.” Bryan huffed as he wiped the blood from his helmet’s visor and used his omni tool to prepare for pickup and redeployment.

“Bryan, it’s Kevin.” Hunter called him via telepathy, it sounded urgent.

“What’s wrong?” Bryan asked aloud for the benefit of the others as he pointed at his head so they understood he was speaking to someone else. At the same time, he received word that a portal would be opening up on their position in a few seconds through his omni.

“Nora and Yola have been abducted. I’m just letting you and the others know that we’ll be gone for a while to get them back.” Hunter elaborated on the situation, which didn’t sit well.

“What else happened?” Vinnie pressed as their portal opened up and they passed through it, finding themselves back in the Fortress of Doom.

“Oh, Penny sympathizes with us, but I assured her that Nora isn’t experiencing the worst side of it all. Not like what happened at Angel and Skull’s wedding.” Hunter answered and Vinnie sighed in relief.

“It’s good that she does, being married to a Displaced and possibly getting dragged into the Family.” Bryan commented as he remembered the enjoyment he had when around Penny. She was like a more gentle Urta, but still had the volcanic temper when her principals, friends or family were endangered. She was also a bit of a weeb, which was funny when ‘ethnic’ cultures were considered ‘distasteful’ or ‘archaic’ to humanity nowadays. Charlatans.

“Yep. Anyway, after we save Penny’s wives, I’ll be exploring the Star Fox universe. If you want, you guys could join me?” Hunter offered and Bryan mulled it over for a moment.

“Hm, maybe later. Not right now. I’m in the groove, got a slaughterfest going and the new guy is kinda over-the-top and this is me saying that.” Bryan chuckled and Vinnie snickered from nearby.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys soon. Hopefully I find us a planet to chillax on before getting politically familiar with the government.” Hunter said with visions of fishing or sunning on a beach being broadcast.

“Leave whenever you want. I can crush these weaklings with my bare hands. You don’t need to stick around if you need to retreat to a man cave and do your thing.” Carnage said with some clarity, somehow knowing the conversation the brothers were having.

“Carnage is right. Anyway, I better get going, see you soon.” Hunter did a buzzy click like a phone hang-up to let them know he wasn’t in open dialogue and they left the bridge of the Fortress of Doom.

“That was surprisingly wise and astute of you, Carnage.” Selene commented cheerfully.

“Can we kill more demons now?” The man huffed, ruining the glimpse of sanity his outlets had allowed.

“You can see yourself to the Ripatorium, I need to think.” Bryan told Carnage as they split. Selene followed him to his room, while Carnage took the elevator down to the Ripatorium and Vinnie went off to do whatever she felt like.

“Are you well, Lord Bryan?” Selene asked him with worry after they’d stripped out of their armor and set them in the armor rack/wash in the wall next to the door.

“No. There’s something off about Hell.” Bryan answered as he set up his punching bag and began his sets. Every punch he threw at it was fast and powerful, the bag took all of this without breaking, because it was a gift from Palutena. The poor, poor bag was created for the express purpose of taking any strike as one of the tools for ‘Smashers’ to train with.

“You think this is all a distraction?” Selene inquired soothingly as she massaged his shoulders and wings, even while he kept punching and kicking.

“Yes, it’s like they’re not really trying since we wiped out Cerberus.” Bryan grunted as the room shook a bit from his punches until he eventually stopped. Resting his head against the cutesy sandbag, he let out a sigh. “However, they took in the Atlas super soldiers and we haven’t found any trace of them since.” After say that, his omni-tool started to ring.

“Who is it?” Selene asked before Bryan answered it.

“Someone I love almost more than anything I can think of.” Bryan smiled before the omni formed a hologram of Visilia. The mare had him by the balls long before he even met anyone else. In a very good way. “Hey, Visi.” Bryan greeted his red demonic alicorn queen eagerly. “Sorry if I missed you. I’m not actively avoiding you, I haven’t been abducted, no I’m not Marauder pretending to be me.” That was one frustrating Christmas event.

“Hey Bryan, how are you doing? You did miss our anniversary.” Visilia Themis said with a mixture of frostiness and understanding, causing Bryan to feel a bit sweaty. “No, not that anniversary, the one with just you and I.” Whew! Missing the wedding anniversary was like signing up for getting blue-balled for a few months!

“Well, I’ve been better, but I’ve been worse…”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Is this really all necessary?” Yola asked with a pout as she was suspended in a force cage by a ring that held her arms and legs out towards the force cage ring around her. One moment she was playing what her fuzzy memories inherited from Nora told her was a localized version of Animal Crossing to chill and relax. The next she dropped a few feet onto her ass and had guns on her in seconds.

“You are an alien not of any race in the Lylat System. You appeared in the middle of my flagship out of a portal with technology we don’t recognize. You’re lucky I am not a brute and ordered you detained instead of killed.” The gray-white furred simian man who was rather wiry and uninspiring in his slightly nasally whiny voice said.

“I appreciate that, but if you’d be so kind; I would prefer being jettisoned out of the nearest airlock so I can make my way to someplace more polite.” Yola snipped at the oaf who introduced himself as Andrew Oikonny, the ‘leader of the Venomian Rebellion’ or some other ostentatious self-important tripe.

“Out of the question! Just by scanning you, my scientists have made precious technological and medical advancements in the past few hours that would have otherwise taken even the Lylattan University of the Sciences decades to discover! You’ll remain here and be kept alive for our benefit. Once we feel that we’ve learned enough from you, then we’ll let you go.” Oikonny flippantly declared and Yola sighed as she wilted in her restraints.

“Lovely. Any idea how long that will be? I’d offer up all sorts of schematics if it’ll get me out of here ASAP.” Yola figured this must be an alternate universe. Whatever happens after she’s gone isn’t her problem. Sure, Nora and Penny might take issue with that concept, but Yola was much more pragmatic than either of her romantic wives. It was why they kept turning to her for advice.

“As much as it pains me to admit; I am not an unparalleled omnidisciplinary scientist like my dear departed uncle. I’m an aerospace engineer first and foremost with degrees in other fields of engineering. If you are able to provide schematics of ships or other space-faring designs that we do not know of or otherwise could help advance our ships in general, I may be more lenient in granting you a much earlier release than initially planned.” Oikonny’s eyes glinted and Yola felt like she might be making a mistake after all...

“Well...I can definitely do that.” Being a living shipyard for about a year and having no time for much else, she’d requested all sorts of ship designs from Admiral Nostradomus. Yola took to her role with surprising ease compared to Nora, who while she enjoyed that year as a shipyard, didn’t revel in it like Yola did. Irony. Before then, Yola was the software buff and Nora the hardware savant.

“Excellent! I’ll arrange to have you given a drawing room and armed guards to supervise you. As for now, it’s evening. Good night Mrs. Feell, this room is temperature regulated and the restraints will ensure no loss of blood flow. Oh, dinner will be served via the feeding tube in a minute.” Oikonny left the cell and Yola looked up as a mouth-friendly feeding tube lowered.

“...This is more Nora’s kink...but whatever.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“I feel like I’m being kink-shamed right now.” I suddenly said as I laid in the bed Fox McCloud had been kind enough to lend me. It turned out that this ‘Dimensionator’ was made by Slippy from being inspired by Sunset Shimmer’s mirror portal that was under secure lockup in Corneria’s most heavily defended magic artefact repository. Said mare was an on-again off-again member of either Star Fox or Star Wolf, being an on-again off-again marefriend of Falco Lombardi and Panther Caroso respectively.

Wow she sounds like a slut, but I am in no position to throw stones in that direction. Either way, Slippy made it both as a test of his magi-tech engineering prowess and also to help come up with a small-scale local-space way to rapidly deploy from ship to surface and back again. The fact he made it inter-dimensional was an accident. The fact that Paretia was here because they used it to find capable assistance with Falco again leaving the team irked me.

Still… “Hey Nora!” Paretia chirped happily when she entered the room like a storm, sweeping me up into her arms and I squeaked as she spun me around before kissing me. “I’m so glad you’re here! The moment I came back aboard and heard you were on this joyride, I ran here!” Paretia was really happy here…

“Enjoying coming out of retirement?” I asked weakly and Paretia plopped my ass back on the bed before she did a spin and posed in her Star Fox emblem-sporting orange flight suit.

“Yes! I got a taste of that old flame when Chrys asked me to teach new pilots through making my own simulation recordings and lesson files, but I can’t believe how much I’ve missed this! This universe is like a dream come true too! They haven’t discovered galactic-spanning travel yet and it’s just one system. Everything here is basically decided by the skill of a pilot, not the tonnage they’re flying!” Paretia panted in excitement and I flinched.

“Y-yeah. I can see that, but you have children back home, Par.” I mewled and she winced as if struck.

“A-ah. Yes. Right. My girls...damn it. My girls. Ugh. Well...I can’t leave right now. The Team needs me until we can find Falco. That birdbrain is off in the system being a hoodlum or something when his friends need him.” Paretia snarled in disgust, her loyalty to her friends shining through. It was why she was so trustworthy with what had been a secret back then.

“I know the story of this universe’s prime instance, so I get that. He should’ve rejoined after Krystal joined once she was rescued from Krazoa Andross, did that not happen?” I asked my wife and Paretia shook her head.

“No, it happened, but he went off on a sabbatical with Sunset and they haven’t come back yet. They desperately needed an ace pilot to rescue Fox from a trap, so they tapped me for it. I’ve just been...uh, kinda part of the team since. I almost forgot to ask to be sent home.” Paretia admitted and I sighed in disappointment, not just with her, but for everyone neglecting her nature, including herself.

“When we get home, you need to be a hands-on instructor too. You’ve got too much zeal for your occupation to just stop and lay around, trying and failing to get fat.” I said as I rubbed her shoulders while looking in her sad eyes.

“I thought I was done with this, but now I see I can’t get out because I love it too much. At least as a teacher, I don’t have to worry about an untimely end nearly as much.” Paretia grumbled and put her hands on my waist as we leaned in and kissed chastely. “I know it was an accident, but thanks for coming to get me.”

“My, my, I love tracking Displaced.” A woman chuckled as she barged into our room, looking almost human except for the red spiky hair, pointy ears and wearing a school uniform. “Heya! I got a call from a friend of a friend who said some Displaced got extra Displaced. I suppose you could say that this is a case of Displace-ception!” The peppy woman stated and I pondered her appearance and words before I started to inwardly panic.

“Uh, who are you?” Paretia asked while I was trying not to have a system failure in shock at the fact that one of the most bullshit entities in Japanese fiction was here.

“I’m Washu!” She announced cheerfully, proving my fears to be well-founded and I promptly fainted.