Nexus Effect

Ch.120

She jolted awake with a snort, then groaned at her sore body before stirring properly and sitting up, the sheets sliding off her volleyball-sized F-cup orange-yellow breasts. She moved her tongue around to moisten her dry mouth before looking at her bedmate, smiling softly at Falco’s dozing and peaceful expression, which was at odds with his usually sneering or smirking face. “Wake up, Fal.”

“Mm...buzz off…” Falco blearily said before she casually levitated him out of bed and yawned as she stretched and got out of bed. “Dang it Sun, let me sleep…”

“If I don’t get you up now, you’ll sleep all day.” Sunset said with fond exasperation as she magically carried him into the bathroom of the rented hotel room they were staying in, her hooves sending empty beer bottles rolling across the carpeted floor.

“Blast you and yer mornin’ energy.” Falco slurred as she squeezed the two of them into the shower and turned on the water. “Cold! Fuck! Damn it Sunset!” Falco cursed before she pressed him into the wall of the shower and kissed him, his protests muffled as he groped her ass and grinded his pelvis against her while the water heated up.

“*smooch* You awake now, babe?” Sunset purred as she rubbed her thicc muscular thighs around his already stiff dick.

“Unf, like I can’t be when you get me goin’ like this.” Falco hissed and gently pushed her away. “None of that. You know I don’t like doing it first thing in the mornin’. Makes the rest of the day harder to deal with.” Falco grumbled as he grabbed the soap and began lathering up both of their chests, paying special attention to her heavy breasts.

“Aw, your lack of stamina is showing~.” Sunset playfully cooed as she let him wash her, before she took the soap and began washing his slowly softening avian phallus, which made him hiss and grumble while it formed back up. “Aw, but look at him. He’s so eager Fal. Why do you have to be so mean to him in the morning?” Sunset licked her lips and rinsed him off.

“D-don’t you-oh~...” Falco threaded his fingers in her red and yellow mane as she went down on him, taking his ten inch spike of a penis into her mouth and sucking. “D-damn it, Sun~!” Falco panted, his tail feathers fanned and twitching against the shower wall Sunset had him pinned to before he noticed his phone on the bathroom counter, however it got there during their drunken game of grab-ass last night, flash with a call. “Unf!” Whatever, he’d call them back after his girlfriend finished tiring him out before the day even got started.

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“My, my! You are almost as bad as Lunahisa!” I heard as I was groped and prodded. “Only, instead of being a genetic roadmap, you’re a bio-synth template.”

“Yeah, she’s been through a lot.” I heard Paretia say as my optics reactivated.

“Mmph?” I blinked. I was strapped to a sort of operating table with fancy gizmos dangling on robotic waldos over me. I had something in my ass, my cunt, down my throat! It didn’t hurt, of course, because I’m way too used to deep and huge insertions along with me being more than organic, but still! “Mmph!” I grunted in protest, only to find my arms and legs were gone! Ah~!

“Oh, don’t have a fit. I disconnected your fully robotic forearms and calves for thorough examination and to make sure you don’t hurt yourself during my investigations into your very existence. You’ll be fine. The only people who die under my care are evil monsters and as one of Primus’s favored children; you’re far from evil.” Washu stated as she poked my left breast with a wand-like thing. “I mean, your breasts alone are works of art! Factories capable of converting mass into other states of mass like a molecular furnace and that isn’t even touching on your womb!”

“Hm?” I know I’m awesome, but that sounds like the work of a star. Most people don’t know, but the vast majority of mass in the universe is converted from various other states into their familiar forms by stars before dispersing them in supernovas. Gold for instance, is made in stars and distributed that way.

“You’re literally a godsend to any society less than utopian, Nora. Same for your sister and anyone who shares your incredible abilities. I’m absolutely going to be using machines based off of you to continue helping societies advance.” Washu declared and I felt unusually pleased at this prospect.

“I understand that, but I still don’t appreciate you doing this to someone on my ship.” Fox McCloud said with a disapproving huff from next to Paretia and Krystal.

“Technically, we’re on my ship. It’s just docked in the Great Fox’s hangar.” Washu smirked and Fox leered at her. “Don’t worry, she’ll be free of my bedside manner in an hour at most. The amount of data gleaned from examining her is worth maybe a quarter of a galaxy’s GDP.” I’m worth how much?!

“Even so, I’d prefer if you didn’t do this at all.” Fox huffed and rolled his eyes. “Are you okay with continuing to be examined, Nora?”

“Mm.” I shrugged, figuring since Washu had already been examining me while I was offline and that she’s freaking Washu, I might as well just let her finish up with me. Washu get’s what Washu wants and I’d rather not have it be even more invasive if I try to say no at this point.

“Alright then. We’ll be in the briefing room in an hour, so please check in with us by then or we’ll come back.” Krystal said firmly to Washu with a glare and the Choushin rolled her eyes before flippantly waving them off. Once she was alone with me, she got a scary sparkle to her eyes.

“Now then, let’s see how your microfactories respond to some stimulus. I need to see about any failsafes your body has.” Washu pulled on an elbow-length pink rubber glove and I squealed.

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“I swear, Sun, you’re gonna fuck me to death.” Falco tiredly muttered as he staggered into the main room of their rented space and flopped on the bed, still naked, but dry and clean as a whistle. Sunset then emerged from the bathroom looking radiant and already wearing her red flight suit accented by her black leather bomber jacket with faux white fur fluff on the collar.

“Not my plan, but if you do it’d be an awesome way to die.” Sunset teased her boyfriend before with a flick of her head and a flash of her horn, he was fully dressed in his clean red and black flight suit and white jacket. “Alright, so, what’s the plan for today? We gonna go beat up some goons, get sloshed at a bar, go clubbing and maybe find some swingers to sex?”

“Sun, you just drained me like some succubus. I ain’t up for nothin’ strenuous today.” Falco huffed as he rolled over and brought up his phone. “Geez. Fox, Pep, Slip and even Krys have buzzed my phone. What’s up this time?” Falco went to the first message from Peppy and winced before promptly deleting it and all the others without waiting for more. “Well, break’s over Sunset. Something’s happened and if it’s got old Pep’s ears in a twist, we’d best get back.”

“Aw. Oh well, I could do with more time hanging out with Krystal. At least I don’t have to fight her over you like I do with Kat.” Sunset pouted at the thought of her frenemy, who she both disliked for sharing romantic interest in Falco, but didn’t dislike her when they got drunk and had hot lesbian sex that one time. Kat refused to acknowledge it, but Sunset remembered how she yowled~.

“If Kat wanted me, she should’ve told me she was interested. That ship left port.” Falco dismissed and Sunset felt warm inside at him acknowledging how important she was to him. “Now then, let’s let the owner know we’re vacating and head on back. Hopefully it’s a good-paying job.”

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“These ship designs are blasphemous! They spit in the face of all traditional mechanical reasoning of our system! They’re beautiful~!” Oikonny declared with sparkles in his eyes and joy on his face that was both disturbing and sort of adorkable. “You’ve given us hundreds of ship designs that are entirely unique! Why, even if we don’t continue the rebellion for whatever reason, the Venom shipyards could once again become a proper military superpower with this technology!”

“I’m glad you think so. Can I go now?” Yola asked insistently and Oikonny snapped out of his reverie.

“Ah...I don’t see why not...do you have anything else interesting before you go though? Anything that could help with medicine, terraforming, whatever your bio-synthetic species has developed that could help a planet with a caustic atmosphere and general environment?” Oikonny asked hopefully and Yola blinked at the oddly specific criteria.

“Um...yes. I think. I’ll just toss a data chit with things related to that to your science team before I take my leave. Can I go now?” Yola pleaded hopefully and Oikonny hummed.

“...Fine. Leave the data with my chief scientist and then you can leave without contest.” Oikonny dismissed her and she promptly grabbed a data chit, uploaded a bunch of varied blueprints of things like their own versions of medical scanners, gene modifications and M.E-Field generators meant for atmosphere and gravity control before she threw it to a lab-coated simian and promptly left the lab for the nearest airlock. “Observe her. Do not attack. She’s earned that much.”

Yola barely heard that, but was thankful he was upholding their agreement. The moment the airlock cycled and she was in vacuum, she transformed into her cuttleship alt and began using her sensors to try and map out the system. Since she was in a system that hadn’t achieved FTL capable of reliably going beyond the limits of the Lylat System, she knew she wouldn’t have much to search to find-there!

She oriented herself and made a single brief FTL jump.

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“Alert! Alert! Unknown ship on approach vector! Alert!” ROB-64 intoned in his droning monotone, springing everyone from their various activities to get a look at a hologram of the incoming ship.

“It looks like a cuttlefish.” Slippy commented uneasily at the sight of the genuinely alien ship. “It’s also larger than any ship on record. Not even Andross’s Gorgon was that big. Readings are sketchy at best. It seems to have an interference field around it.”

“Receiving communication hail from the unidentified ship!” Rob reported and Peppy pressed a button to accept the call.

“Hello? Is this Star Fox?” Everyone jolted at hearing Nora’s voice, while at the same time perplexed that whoever this was, they didn’t have a holo-call display, just a ‘No Image’ message.

“Yes. This is the Great Fox. What business do you have with us?” Fox asked warily while Krystal was looking at the other ship through the viewscreen with her hands on her hips and her metal-ringed blue tail flicking in a manner he assumed meant she was intrigued.

“Oh, thank gosh. Have you seen another ship like me? Or a long-eared comparatively flat-faced light purple woman with huge tits? I’m looking for my sister Nora who matches that description.” The woman asked and everyone warily looked at each other.

“Yes. She’s on board. Would you be...Yola?” Krystal asked with her brows scrunched in concentration.

“Yep! Coming aboard, don’t worry about my size.” Yola replied and the giant ship suddenly vanished as the call disconnected.

“W-where did her ship go?!” Peppy asked frantically and Krystal blinked as she looked at the floor.

“She’s in the hangar. Let’s go greet her before she encounters Washu and possibly takes exception to how her sister is being treated.” Krystal urged before running towards the lift down, Fox close behind her.

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“Sis. I hate you right now.” Yola grumbled on the operating table next to me, summarily disabled, disarmed and legged and now undergoing a similar battery of scans and tests that I had gone through while Paretia helped reattach my limbs.

“This isn’t my fault. I had no idea she was following us.” I told her after I had my legs popped back on and I got to my feet. I held out my stumpy biceps towards Paretia for her to reattach my robotic elbows to. “That said, she was tracking us to lead Hunter and the rest to us. She is apparently besties with Lunahisa.”

“Besties is kinda a bit much. I mean, sure, I owe a lot of my good fortunes to her and all, but we hardly see each other.” Washu shrugged as she quickly finished up with Yola, barely taking a fraction of the time. “Done. You’re exactly the same as your sister in every way besides your personality.”

“Yay, why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?” Yola snarked with an incredible amount of bitterness. “Anyway, are you here to take us home?”

“I’m afraid not. Not yet anyway.” Washu answered with a resigned smile. “You need to be here.”

“Um, I’m sorry, what?” I asked fearfully, remembering what seemed to be coming. “Oh no!”

“I’m afraid so. From what I’ve learned through my own research, word from Hermais, Eris, as well as consulting with Primus and other powerful entities; if you want to have half a chance in, well, Hell of stopping Hell once and for all, then you need the power you will obtain in this universe.” Washu informed us and I whimpered.

“B-but I don’t wanna be an insect cyber-zombie borg queen-god thing!” Being Nexus Prime is bad enough! Do not want!

You do not have to, daughter, but the projections speak true. If you do not do this, then the galaxies you have come to call home will lose at least half of all sapient life before the end.

H-half? Half of...I think I’m going to be sick… “Sis...if it bothers you this much, then I could do it instead. It wouldn’t be too different from how I was before if what I remember about what I think is coming is accurate.” Yola said softly and I whimpered before I shook myself.

“N-no. I can’t do that to you. You’re my sister, I can’t just offer you in my place. I-I would appreciate having you with me even then if you would like.” I meekly hoped and Yola nodded in determination. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank her yet. Save it for if you succeed. Being partially mechanical makes you more susceptible to Aparoidedation.” Washu stated grimly, then smirked. “Lucky for you, I’m a genius. I also am a certified Deus Ex Device as labeled by many people. I won’t be staying, but I will give you two a booster shot that will make you resistant to the nanites Aparoids use to propagate. You’ll also produce it in your breasts so you can help other people become resistant.”

“Thanks-ow!” I yelped when a needle from overhead jabbed me in the ass and did the same to Yola shortly after.

“You’re welcome~. Now get out of my RV before Hunter gets here. I don’t want to get shanghaied into things more than I already allowed myself to be.” Washu rounded the three of us up and pushed us out of the door/stairs of her Silverstream Spaceship. “Bye~!” The hatch slammed shut and her ship vanished in a blinding light that reminded me of the effects caused by a Digimon’s Digivolution.

“...She was fun.” Paretia awkwardly commented moments before Fox and Krystal arrived.

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“Are you sure of this, Lord Oikonny?” One of the leading admirals of the Venomian fleet asked the pacing and worried snow monkey.

“More than certain. We must retreat to Venom and solidify our defenses. Even if Corneria still has it blockaded, they will soon be too pressed to pull their forces back to defend Corneria.” Oikonny wiped the sweat his fur failed to absorb from his pink brow. Mrs. Feell had left more than other schematics on that data chit. His scientists told him of the warning she included, of files that he remembered his uncle mentioning inspired several of his creations. “The Aparoids are coming back. We cannot leave Venom defenseless.”

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“I am having a bit of a fangasm right now.” Hunter idly admitted to the others on the EDI’s bridge upon exiting FTL around the location that Washu had dropped a beacon for them to find. The Great Fox, a unique and illogically designed carrier frigate was practically waiting for them. At least Berserker, Selene and Vinnie made it in time to join them. “Although I’m a little disappointed, I can’t sense Doctor Washu anymore.”

“She’s always been Wishy-Washy Washu. I’m not surprised if she bailed the moment she felt she was done with things.” Urta shrugged nonchalantly and Hunter nodded in agreement.

“Well, she led us here. Hail that ship.” Penny calmly ordered even as she paced, her tail still flicking about, sending her pheromones all over the place. Her scent was both excited and still tinged with anxiety. Soon, the call was answered by a handsome orange fox with a white snout that appeared on the holo-call.

“I swear, this is the most activity we’ve seen in weeks. If you’re here for Nora, Yola and Paretia, they’re all aboard. No we didn’t kidnap them, it was a malfunctioning piece of equipment.” The young-but-experienced sounding fox preemptively said and Hunter didn’t miss how both Urta and Penny’s tails fluffed up at seeing and hearing him. Hoo boy…

“H-hi. Uh...yeah. They’re my wives. I’m here to, y’know, take them home.” Penny awkwardly said with too much of an emphasis of trying to not display how interested she was just seeing and hearing him. She couldn’t help her ears perking or instinctively straightening her back to present her bust better.

“Well, the Great Fox isn’t exactly designed for boarding between larger ships. Prevents boarding actions you see. We’ll keep our hangar open for you to use a fighter or shuttle though.” The man said before he looked to his side. “Ah, right. I’m too used to people knowing me. Ahem. I’m Fox McCloud, leader of Star Fox.”

“I’m Commander Penny Inoue Shepard, Spectre of the Council.” Penny replied with a wide smile.