Nexus Effect

Ch.125

“Yeah!” Juneau cheered as Hunter flew her over the sea to the next island, one where hiking, rock climbing, surfing, diving, all sorts of active things were the norm.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hunter asked with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah I am!” Juneau cheered and pumped the fist that wasn’t occupied being hooked around Hunter’s neck in the princess carry he was holding her in. “Holy geez, Hunter! My brother and all his flight-jockey buddies go on and on about how great it is to fly their fighters, but I think you’ve got them beat! Flying by your own power must be awesome!”

“I agree. I haven’t even had these wings for long. I’m doing this out of instinct.” Hunter admitted as he too enjoyed the flight. It was one thing to do it in Heaven, where the architecture requires you to fly, but it was quite another in a less specialized setting to just take to the air and fly.

“I still find it hard to accept that you’re from another galaxy, let alone another universe. Then again, you are totally ‘out of this universe’ cool.” Juneau said and Hunter snorted into her chest, causing her to squeak and laugh at realizing he was trying not to lose it.

“That was so horribly 90s that I need to ask you for your cool card.” Hunter snarked as he gathered himself enough that he wasn’t spasming in the ribcage and affecting his flight muscles.

“Hah! Joke’s on you! I turned that in when I became a mountie!” Juneau joked and Hunter immediately imagined her in the bright red uniform and the broad hat with her on a mechanical horse-robot all-terrain thing like what similar troops used in the Empire for patrolling difficult terrain in under-developed regions where repulsorlift vehicles were actually a liability.

“You’re a federal police officer who patrols neglected or remote land?” Hunter asked for clarification, since he was restricting himself from looking into her head after Juneau had a few unbidden erotic fantasies. Sure, a couple were more silly romantic daydreams, but he felt distinctly uncomfortable intruding on what were clearly private thoughts.

“The fact you got it right just makes you even cooler!” Juneau proclaimed and Hunter smirked.

“So I’m guessing the military runs in your family.” Hunter commented as he spotted the island and corrected his course a bit to be heading straight for it.

“I’m a citizen of Katina, which is essentially Corneria’s bosom-buddy sister planet. If you’re born on either planet, the likelihood is that your family is military in some aspect. Entry level military training is part of the public high-school education curriculum.” Juneau casually informed him that Corneria was essentially Space Israel or Italy without even blinking.

“The absolute fuck?! That’s sick! Optional is okay, the JROTC is just fine, but every citizen is forced to undergo military training?” That just screams of a military dictatorship with brainwashing, patriotic indoctrination, the whole nine yards.

“Hello~!” They turned to see Vinnie and the others flying by them, their new companions included. Vinnie carried the bunny, Deltio, who was enjoying the ride. Bryan carried the arctic fox, Elfia, who was completely mesmerised by the scenery. Selene carried the buff parrot, Heroki, who fidgeted sometimes yet tried to enjoy the flight.

“Oh! Hey guys! How are you doing?” Juneau greeted them as they flew together.

“Just grand. Couldn’t help but hear your conversation about this compulsory military service thing.” Bryan answered Juneau, who had become accustomed to his personality since he was learning to be more civil.

“Yeah? The fact Hunter finds this shocking means you’re either from a colony or you’re telling the truth about being from another universe.” Juneau snorted in wry amusement.

“Well June, we are. I’m not joking. We promote the military in our universe, at least in our government, but we don’t make it mandatory.” If you wanted good soldiers, you only accepted willing applicants. Forced soldiers who aren’t brainless jarheads tend to be unhappy at best and outright disgruntled at worst. Needless to say; jarheads aren’t exactly a promising choice for elite troops.

“Well, that’s nice. I still had to go through four years of boot camp, basic and officer training in High School. I didn’t like it. So the moment my training was done, I opted out of joining the military proper for getting a mountie posting in my hometown. I like my job, but I really wish I didn’t have to go through four years of harsh discipline for it. I mean, look at me! I got fat because my job mostly entails driving a desk or driving a quad-jumper.” Juneau poked her stomach and groped a breast for emphasis as she pouted angrily at her attractive flab.

“You’re a mountie?!” Heroki asked in shocked amusement. “I mean, I wouldn’t have thought it at the look of ya! You’re a lot skinnier than you think!”

“Well, you wear it well.” Hunter complimented in the hopes she wouldn’t get upset about it. Ladies don’t like being called fat, sometimes even if the fat they have is in all the right places.

“Thanks, but I’d rather be able to fit back in my uniform when I get home. My department chief won’t be happy to see me having to open any buttons on my coat.” Juneau sighed and looked back over the ocean waters splashing down below. They were nearing the next island and surfers could be seen riding waves up ahead.

“Well, I may or may not have something that will take you in the opposite direction, while also packing on muscle for you.” Hunter brought up with a bit of a mischievous smile. He normally wouldn’t bother mentioning it, but he also kinda thought of how funny it would be to see Juneau’s department chief pop a blood vessel at seeing her change so drastically. Even if he couldn’t witness it, Juneau would possibly get a kick out of it.

“Hunter, are you peddling Imperial mods again?” Vinnie snickered and Hunter created a telepathic image of a hand flipping her the bird that only she could see.

“The...opposite direction?” Juneau questioned as Hunter brought them in and swooped down to pull up and land next to a thankfully unoccupied gazebo, where he set Juneau down to stretch and the others followed suit.

“You’re actually rather petite compared to females I’m used to. The average military-trained female in the Empire and the Argentine Alliance is six to eight feet tall with breasts the size of basketballs due to the gene editing they undergo. I’m actually rather slim compared to other military males in my height range.” Hunter brought up and the husky gawked at him. “So, what do you say? I keep a container of emergency rations with me, the fluid containing these mods included in a dispenser.”

“...Eh, fuck it. If I’m gonna be fat, I can at least be strong enough to punch in the snout of anyone who mocks me for it.” Juneau held up an arm and poked at the flab on her bicep with a displeased pout.

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“-So as you can see, Lord Oikonny, this device that Mrs. Feell gave us the schematics for can strip the caustic elements from Venom’s air and we can then use the collected toxins and acids for manufacturing.” One of the head simian scientists housed on the Great Ape brought up after waking him up only five hours after the end of the Anglar Uprising.

Yes, this was very important. Yes, it needed his approval immediately. At this point in time however. “You woke me up. To show me a glorified atmosphere scrubber?” Oikonny asked with cold fury as his deep bags under his eyes made his sunken visage all the more intense.

“...Yes?”

“It’s approved, get out, you are going to get a small raise, but also be stuck cleaning chemical spills for the next few months! Out!” Oikonny shrieked and the other monkey fled his room so fast he even left the diagram he’d brought in to shorten the presentation. “Ugh...why did I stick with Uncle’s system requiring major things like this to need to go through the appointed Emperor? I need to appoint secretaries or something…”

Oikonny closed his eyes...only for his orchestral ringtone to go off and he whined in defeat as he reached into his pocket to fish out his phone and answered the call without speaking. “Mister Andrew Oikonny?” The voice helped him wake up and he took a deep breath.

“Celestia. You’re likely not the president of Corneria right now, so why are you calling me? How did you get my private number?” Oikonny asked in exasperation, really, really just wanting to get to sleep.

“I’m calling because you’re the one in possession of Venom. As per the accord of the Nightmare Contingency, I am calling to ensure that you do not attempt to assault any of our forces that need to pass through Venomian space. As for your phone number, I used your Spacebook account to find it.” Celestia answered and Oikonny groaned at his younger idiotic self of several years ago for even bothering to make a Spacebook page.

“Don’t worry, you can pass through without problem. We’re tied up cleaning up and preparing the surface colonies for habitation again, so feel free to act like we’re not here, so long as you don’t attack or occupy us. I’m hanging up now, do not call me for at least several hours.” Oikonny hung up before Celestia could say anything else and turned his phone off-.

“Lord Oikonny?” Oikonny clenched his eyes shut, willing his subordinate to fuck. Off. “There’s been a...uh...situation with Star Wolf.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, Wolf can handle his own team’s messes. Get. Out. Tell everyone to make some executive decisions without me for a night.” Oikonny growled and the minion left him be. He was now resolute in dividing his absolute power so he didn’t have to deal with all this bullshit all the time.

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“Uh, boss?” Panther questioned the incredibly sexy muscular and shapely wolfess who had replaced his boss after Wolf had put on the mask in front of them to prove his claim of the mask being extra-dimensional or whatever. She filled out an outfit quite similar to Wolf’s usual clothes so well he was fighting the near-instinctual urge to flirt with her.

“Sorry sweetie, but Wolf is kinda talking to my ‘Inner Wolf’ right now. They’re getting along like two best frenemies meeting back up after years apart. So there’s plenty of screaming, cursing, shooting, all that fun stuff. Hey Gilda, looking good, but have you been skipping out on arm day?” The Fem-Wolf asked their newest member with a disapproving motherly tone and even crossed her arms under her DD-cup bust while raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, no? Why, am I not buff enough yet?” Gilda asked in concern as she flexed her arms, causing her fairly defined muscles to outline on her tight lightly armored brown flight suit.

“My universe’s Gilda is two feet taller than you and jacked like a Miss Universe champion. Sorry if my perspective is a bit screwy. I’ve been surrounded by hulking hunks and busty amazons for...way too long. I could use a change of pace for flavor’s sake. That said, you are rather cute.” Fem-Wolf purred as she looked at Leon, which made Panther balk at being passed over for the slim and wiry cold-hearted assassin.

“I have no interest in physical or emotional relations that do not involve death or money.” Leon bluntly informed the woman, who then reached into her cleavage and pulled out a sack of jingling coins. “I am not a prostitute.”

“Aw. It’s always the dangerous ones who turn me down.” Fem-Wolf pouted and stuffed the sack back into her cleavage, the large bundle vanishing. “Oh well. What were you boys up to when your boss put me on?”

“We were arranging for Sargasso space station to begin heading here to rebase over planet Venom.” Panther brought up, causing him to realize he was suddenly the straight man in this situation. He hated being the straight man…

“Oh, good. Get to work on that. The more centralized our position, the more idiots we can fleece.” Fem-Wolf said as she suddenly began strutting from the bridge into the Wolf’s Den, the small carrier ship the team used for rapid deployment. “Oh, get some mook you don’t mind turning into a copy of me within a few hours or Wolf will become me physically.”

At hearing this, Leon, Panther and Gilda scrambled to find a female minion who wouldn’t mind a total body overhaul.

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I awoke from blissful oblivion to a slight stinging sensation running through my whole body, from my main processor, to my Spark, to the tip of every tentacle. I was flying alongside the Great Fox through space at a leisurely pace. At least to me, considering I was so used to FTL travel to get from place to place. “Penny? Are you okay? I went offline for a while, what happened while I was out?”

“Good to hear you’re awake, Nora. Are you feeling an odd urge to assimilate everything into yourself?” Penny asked calmly, likely having correctly assumed that since my body was still fully functional, that I would recover on my own. I’m so glad someone has faith in my durability.

“Well, nothing beyond the usual metaphorical urge to do so.” I cheekily replied and Penny barked in laughter. “How about we get back on the Great Fox so we can rest up, but you didn’t answer my question of what happened while I was recovering from a nanite infestation.” Said corruptive nanites seem to have been integrated into my pre-existing ‘immune’ system.

“According to the others, since I didn’t get us back to Fortuna until after the battle was over, once we’d destroyed a good majority of the swarm, the remaining Aparoids beat a retreat back the way they came through hexagonal warp gates. I don’t think they were anticipating an uninhabited planet like Fortuna to have such a strong defense presence.” Penny said as she flew me towards the Great Fox’s hangar and I rapidly shrunk down to the size of a person to fit.

“Good. I don’t like becoming a liability, so I figured fleeing while you reined in my controls was the best course of action in my pain-induced panic.” I said as Penny landed me on the floor past the hangar gantries. When Penny began pouring her slime body out of my ‘hatch’ I shuddered in a weak orgasm that kept going until she was out of me and reformed at my side to hug me.

“You did good Nora. Even though you had to retreat, better to live to fight another day than to die.” Penny nuzzled my chassis and I gave a warbling purr while I floated and let her hug my person-sized body like I was an oversized Hunter Metroid.

“I know. Now pet me if you’re gonna treat me like a pet.” I demanded and then cooed as she ran her hands over my chassis. Mm~ being a pet is nice. I think I may just pretend to be a pet now and then since it feels so nice to be doted on.

“You’d make a beautiful pet, Nora, but you’re more valuable as my wife. C’mon then, you’re all healed up from the battle and I’d rather see your beautiful face than your cute squiggly cuttleship form right now.” Penny urged and I complied, turning into a person no bigger than a mouse, then I surged up in size to stand at my standard 7 feet, clad in the shirt and shorts I’d bought from Big and Beautiful. They handled shenanigans so well.

“Good to have you back on board.” I heard Fox say and I turned to look at the athletic fox. He’d become a foot taller, matching me for height, but he didn’t bulk up much. Fox was a wiry and athletic sort to begin with, so it suited him.

“Nora, if you like being a pet so much, you could be as small as a puppy and fly about.” Yola joked when she continued past Fox who stopped a respectful distance away.

“I bet it’s just as fun for you, so why don’t we be pets for a while instead of sex-obsessed elfin quarians? I don’t know about you, but all this time spent tinkering instead of screwing has been really fun for me. I’d like to add on being a silly bubbly pet metroid for a bit.” I admitted with a cheeky smirk and Yola rolled her optics.

“You mean like all those cute-n-sexy images of Samus getting her booty or boobs nommed on by her pet metroids without hurting her?” Yola bringing up my memories of those images made me blush slightly, but I didn’t stop smirking. “Y’know what? I’m game. Ever since we got to this universe I haven’t been half as horny as usual, so I could do with some silliness.”

“I’m sure it’d help keep our spirits up. Slippy is down because now he’s gotta repair three of our Arwings and he’s really wishing he used more standardized parts or something. Tali’s helping him out with that, so you don’t need to feel pressured to join them.” Fox brought up and pointed to the repair bay, where indeed Slippy and Tali were essentially stripping an Arwing and working in a precision that made them seem like two well-oiled machines.

The fact that the purple-skinned and orange tattooed Dee and the orange-skinned and purple-tattooed Daw were helping them out was definitely part of it, the two engineer androids were old hands at mechanical engineering thanks to how I created them. Wait...doesn’t this mean Dee and Daw are my sons too? I guess kinda-sorta adopted since they don’t share any of my CNA or data-echoes.

“I’m okay with that, I’m sure the others will be too. I may have joined sis in getting frisky with Fox and Krystal, but the others are all entertaining themselves and our raunchy fun has been an occasional thing. This universe is a refreshing breath of air. We’re not all sexually overcharged here. I’m even considering buying a place in this universe, if we can secure passage here. Having someplace where we’re not all sex thirsty sluts due to some cosmic aura would be nice for vacations.” Penny announced, ignoring Fox’s bright blush and the fact that she was naked.

“Aw, but that’s half the fun of our universe.” I winked and giggled before shrinking down, transforming into my cuttleship alt and Yola joined me. We were two floating cuttleships about the size of large puppies and we giggled before latching onto Penny’s breasts, our wife squeaking at the action. “Hey! You’re naked! We’re gonna be latched on until you get dressed~!”

“Pfft-ha, ha, ha~!” Fox bust his gut and Penny flushed through her mocha fur before muttering and pulling out a hardsuit from her cleavage, having gotten used to having an Imperial Inventory ever since she became Urta’s twin. “It’s like your boobs have boobs for nipples!”

“Hey! We’re not boob-shaped! We’re cuttlefish shaped!” Yola protested, shaking a maroon tentacle with an anger mark on her body. We have anime logic here?!

“If you two would get off, I could put my suit on.” Penny huffed after feeding her tail through the hole in the back and shimmying her child-bearing pelvis and thicc ass into the bottom of the hardsuit.

“You sure you don’t want to give Fox more of a show?” I giggled and wiggled, causing the right breast I was attached to go jiggle.

“I’m quite sure. Piloting you for hours after you needed to be knocked out for your health was not at all conducive towards my libido. I’m not kidding girls. In the time we’ve been here, I’ve had sex maybe twice. Once as Fox's ball-buffer for his and Krystal’s first time together. Off.” Penny demanded and we mewled before complying and letting her pull on the arms of the suit, stuff her tits into it and zip up all the way. “Thank you.”

“It’s just as well; you guys are lewd enough as it is without whatever makes you even more lewd in your home dimension.” Fox commented as he and Penny left the hangar, so Yola and I followed.

“That would have been Urta and her wife.” I stated from what I understood.

“Yeah, but this universe is either resistant or absolutely uncaring about the influence of deities. Urta called this place a ‘Lust Demon’s Nightmare’ since if her Fertility Aspect wasn’t driving everyone mad with breed-hungry lust, a Lust Demon would have less chance than a snowball in Hell of surviving here.” Penny said while we neared the elevator.

What is with ships like this and elevators? The Great Fox isn’t much bigger than a 21st century aircraft carrier cut in half and stacked instead of long. Where are the stairs? Please don’t tell me the Great Fox doesn’t have stairs. This is madness! This is a suicidal deathtrap! Oh, wait, there’s the stairs.

“Hey sis! I bet I can reach the bridge first!” Yola suddenly chirped and flew towards the stairwell. No fair! I gave chase, giggling as my concerns faded away.