Nexus Effect

Ch.129

Hunter had awoken before Juneau and started stroking her cum-fecund belly. He got up and made his way to the kitchen area, where he could hear Sitka snoring loudly in the lounge. Hunter gagged a little at the stench of alcohol that perfumed the air, as he got to making hot chocolate for his new mate and himself. Before returning to the bedroom, he saw a pale man, human, with frayed black hair and solid black eyes staring at him with a smile.

“Who are you?” Hunter asked the man since he didn’t sense him there before.

“I’m Dream.” He said with a bow towards him.

“Dream?” Hunter asked in confusion.

“A Concept, like Freedom himself.” Dream answered with a chuckle, Hunter looking at with wide eyes as he continued. “Oh, yes. I know of him. I and many other Concepts had wondered where he went off to all this time.”

“W-why did he leave?” Hunter stuttered as he almost spilled the hot drinks.

“Oh, he said this universe was boring for his liking. I was sad to see him go.” Dream said before Hunter found himself standing on the surface of the water. “Before I tell you how this will all play out, I must make a confession to you.”

“Confession?” Hunter was lost. What does Dream have to confess to him about? “Brrr! Why did I get the chills all of a sudden?”

“Hunter, your psychic abilities are not up to what it once was, when you became a Grey Warden.” Dream informed him and Hunter froze up.

“Oh no.” Hunter shuddered before gasping in horror as he looked down at the water. The memories of the Acrhdemons, the Darkspawn and the Broodmothers, all of it came flooding back to him.

“I truly am sorry, but I promise this will be quick.” Dream then proceeded to put him through the tormented nightmares all over again-!

“Argh! No!” Hunter woke up in a cold sweat, finding himself back in bed with Juneau.

“Hunter?! What’s wrong, babe?” The cum-filled husky awoke to Hunter’s screaming.

Hunter tried to get his breathing under control, but then an image of the Aparoids succeeding on Katina played out and one scene made him bristle, of Juneau being implanted with a mechanical parasite and turned into just another drone.

“No!” He yelled in a panic as he jumped out of bed, his psychic ability began to run rampant yet again. Hunter gritted his teeth and focused his mind, bending his telekinesis to his will. “Grrr~!” Hunter growled as he strained his mind, the house shuddered from the telekinetic pressure. Soon it subsided before anything catastrophic had come about.

Unfortunately, his body was another story. During that ordeal, it began to break and fall apart on him. The immense psychic potential proved too much for his cybertronian body and celestial might to compete.

“Oh my gosh, Hunter! Your body!” Juneau gasped at the state he was in. “What the fuck was that all about?!”

“G-Give me a s-s-sec.” Hunter glitched out before sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes. Using his psychic ability, he started to heal himself of any damage and was back to health. “Okay, I’m sorry for the scare, but I’m whole again as it were.”

“W-What do you mean by that?” Juneau meekly asked as her boyfriend looked at her sympathetically and gave her belly rubs.

“It’s a long and complicated story, filled with horrors I’d rather not tell you. Just know I’m fine.” Hunter assured her before he sensed the Aparoid’s arrival and the swine himself. However, he was surprised to find someone else here as well. “Star Wolf?”

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“Are you sure about this?” Fox asked several of my Autobots uneasily. “I mean, you’ll have to drive through blizzards, dropping from high altitude into unknown terrain.”

“If we cared about that, we wouldn’t have volunteered. Also, adopting something as epic as the Landmaster as our alts would really be nice.” Chaffron, one of my many children, said as he ran his hands along the side of the wheeled tank. “It isn’t a selfless offer, we’re fairly unhappy with our alts and want to rescan for something that suits us. This beauty is both elegant and badass.”

“I didn’t know you could rescan…” I muttered enviously. I mean, I love my alts, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but having the option would’ve been nice anyway.

“Well, alright then. If my team doesn’t have issues with driving a sapient tank, then they’re free to take you up on it. I will personally take the original Landmaster since I have a bad track record with them not making it back in one piece.” Fox sheepishly scratched his neck and the boys, all the autobots with ground alts turned out to be guys, all offered condolences that it likely isn’t Fox’s fault his Landmaster excursions go badly.

“I feel like we’re watching a ton of ‘bros’ about to go on a camping trip or something.” Yola whispered to me and I snorted at the image. I could see it actually, my changeling sons all browbeating Fox into camping or fishing or something while being totally nice about it.

“I hope they understand that there are only 7 of us, two of which are sticking to their Arwings for when we get the weather control system working.” Krystal commented from next to us, looking radiant and vibrant. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was pregnant, but she didn’t register the right pheromones. No, she was just very satisfied and was trailing behind Fox like a lovesick puppy.

“So, you two got really busy when whatever happened to stoke everyone’s lusts?” Yola ashed rhetorically and Krystal smirked as she rubbed her lower stomach.

“Oh yes. Urta joined in and almost destroyed me, both physically and mentally. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, which, considering my inexperience before may not mean much, but it was mind-blowing.” Krystal sighed and I figure she must have a Navel Pearl if Urta was involved and she wasn’t an immobile living condom. “Thank gosh the condom held or I’d be off the team.”

“Okay, so you don’t have pups? That’s good.” I said while feeling awkward that I felt disappointed that someone is not pregnant. Especially Krystal. She deserves a happy ending, damn you Shigeru Miyamoto!

“Don’t try to lie, you wish I was pregnant. So do I, but it’s not the time. Perhaps after this latest war is over, I’ll try to convince Fox to retire for a time so we can start a family.” Krystal sighed wistfully and I winced.

“Don’t say things like that. You’re invoking Murphy.” It’s always the guy who’s about to retire or go home to his/her girl/guy that dies first.

“For that, you can’t deploy without one of our kids as your vehicle. Several of our Seeker kids want Arwing alts too. You may have plenty of ships here, but a Cybertronian will always be superior to the original template they scanned for their alt.” Yola declared imperiously of the empathic vixen, who blinked and nodded in agreement fairly quickly.

“I won’t mind. Having someone I can trust be my ship or other vehicle simply means I am even more invested in surviving to fight another day.” Krystal said with a soft smile that made me like the vixen even more than I already did. If I was willing to actually give in to my lusts I’d be banging her, but I’m not. While I’m here in Lylat, I am abstaining for the sake of not potentially hijacking the love lives of others! I wish Penny and Urta had that much resolve...

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“Why do I suddenly feel judged?” Penny asked as she got into her hardsuit. She was joining the ground team as one of the people driving a Cybertronian Landmaster, which she hoped her experience with driving vehicles like the Mako, may it burn in Hell forever, along with the Hammerhead would help her enough that she wasn’t reliant on her soon-to-be mech partner to drive while she worked the gun.

“Considering you stuffed several gals on the EDI full of your sweet slime, sis, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Urta finished zipping up her own suit, also going to join the assault.

“I couldn’t help it! I suddenly had to fuck like the horny bitch I am! Thank gosh I was visiting with the Autobots and they have Imperial contraceptives on hand.” Penny mewled as her tail thumped the floor. She was so damned horny she couldn’t even wait for a man, she sprouted a cock and went to town on the women she’d been visiting right that moment! Thank gosh they were feeling just as horny from whatever had happened to everyone or she’d have been smeared on the walls. She’d have been fine, but getting splattered was disorienting.

“Well, I liked it, Commander.” A small Autobot chuckled as she entered the room and leaned against Penny. The surprisingly waifish changeling fluttered her eyes at the vixen and Penny blushed hotly. “I’m your Arwing whenever you need me. Oh, whenever you need, I’m up to bang, okay?” The minx, ironically named Minx, grabbed Penny’s currently female crotch and kissed her cheek before sauntering back out.

“Oh~ she’s a cute one. Feisty too. I hope my Autobot companions are half as lewd and eager.” Urta cooed while approaching Penny and the mocha vixen sputtered before Urta kissed her. She moaned into her sister’s mouth, the heat of their Argent slime bodies causing steam to leak from their nostrils as they began to make out.

“Hey, hey! No time for that, you two! We’ll be reaching Fichina in less than an hour.” Another Autobot, a wiry male quarian, chastised them before continuing past their room.

“Aw, phooey. I hope he isn’t one of my battle buddies.” Urta pouted as she separated from her panting and needy sister, who whined and pawed at Urta’s breasts. “Oh, I’m sorry sis. I’m getting all horny too. I hope this universe stabilizes soon since Wiatr is going to become the first localized and worshiped deity with real power.”

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“All hail Wiatr! Goddess of Fertility~!” Crowed the zealotus simian Oikonny appointed to head the temple shortly after the fervent simians and their robotic construction drones had it finished in a matter of days. It was like his Uncle’s decoy base, but not as stupidly massive and actually suitable for habitation thanks to the fancy ‘Mass Effect’ atmosphere retaining generator they built using Mrs. Feell’s provided schematics and dumped enough breathable air into it.

“Hail Wiatr! Hail Wiatr!” Oikonny was almost taken aback by how eager so many of his people were to worship a deity. Then again, most of the Venomians were actually locals to the planet, discovered by Andross and forcibly uplifted before they were fully ready. He wasn’t surprised that they still held theological beliefs. At least in this case it was a good thing.

“Aw, they love my creator so much~!” Aliata squealed happily from atop Oikonny’s head, the little reptile woman clad in doll clothing Oikonny sewed for her since he didn’t like her being naked all the time. He preferred she only be naked when in the privacy of their room.

“Her very aura is purifying and fortifying their homeworld, of course they appreciate her.” Oikonny stated before he slunk away from the sermon as it began. He may accept Wiatr as a deity, but he wasn’t a pious person. He’d respect Wiatr his own way. “That said, Aliata, any suggestions for what to do next? I have the colonies being refurbished and mining that mountain has begun in earnest.”

“Hm, access to the Interdimensional trade network might be too much for your universe...maybe 100 years in the future, but not now.” Aliata sighed as she wiggled on his head. “Oh, oh~ what about, wait no, hm, hm~. A proper stock market open to all of the worlds in this system, with restrictions on companies that lobby politicians to do what they want? From what I saw of this solar system’s stock systems there is no real free market, just government funded projects or some very small civilian companies that make civilian goods. You could corner the markets on Civilian goods, make Venom known for a great Civilian lifestyle in these hard times. We’ve found Civilizations buried underground had great Civilian markets!”

“Hm, that sounds like a logical step, but what about the defence of my world?” Oikonny sighed as he looked up at the red-orange sky in the direction where the remnants of his fleet were.

“ODPs?” Aliata suggested and Oikonny looked at her in confusion. “Orbital Defense Platforms. Stations designed around a massive cannon or barrage of cannons or missile batteries, like the Gorgon.”

“Hm, that would be better than trying to make another fleet. The Gorgon alone was able to keep Corneria’s navy off of Venom during the Lylat Wars when the Umbra-class defense stations weren’t sufficient to deter them. I’m sure we could use the Great Ape to speed up reviving a station like the Gorgon, since we still have it’s main cannon. I won’t even need to source more money than necessary to do it, so I can also have my economic advisors get to work on establishing a free-trade market at the same time.” Oikonny nodded to his musing, his decision made.

“Great! So, uh...what are we doing right now?” Aliata asked the snow monkey and he hummed.

“Well, I might as well get to designing the schematics for the Gorgon 2 or utilize one of the designs Mrs. Feell provided and just plug the Gorgon Cannon in place of the massive railgun cannon.” Oikonny nodded and then gently removed Aliata from atop his head. “That said, I won’t have time for any fun tonight. Feel free to go grant someone’s wishes, but try to be back for dinner.”

“Sure thing, Andy!” Aliata chirped and smooched his nose before flying off.