Nexus Effect

Ch.131

“Are you sure that suit is warm enough, mom?” Questioned one of my many sons, Keratin, who was my Landmaster escort/partner for this excursion.

“My Enviro-Suit is r-rated for EVA s-son. It's just me who isn’t u-used to temperatures so far below f-freezing that I’m sh-shivering despite being resistant, s-suited and safe i-in here.” I chattered as I hugged myself and tried not to let the desolate blizzard outside of my son’s hull further the mostly psychosomatic chill I was experiencing.

I’m sure it must be my assimilated Aparoid nanites responding to nearby Aparoid signals in some way. “Just remember that if you need to bail, you can, mom. You can still go back up to sis if you don’t think you can handle this cold.” Keratin insisted and I huffed as I willed the chilling sensations in my body to be ignored by my body’s automated reports.

“I’m fine, son. Just focus on driving while I have my sensor suite sweeping.” I insisted in return and indeed was using my more advanced sensors to give Keratin’s a boost so that he and I, along with Yola and Gossamer were leading our platoon of tanks through the blinding white-out of the storm.

There were Aparoids in the fog of war, lunging out at us occasionally. Unfortunately for them, the Landmaster is a piece of militarized art and our children are far superior to any normal vehicle. The combination of incredible responsiveness in maneuverability, terrain traversal and robotic precision made these attempts by the various forms of Aparoid to be utterly useless.

“I don’t think we’d be this good, normally.” Fox voiced, somehow being anti-murphy enough for me to imagine a man raising a fist in anger.

“Did Fox just find the Anti Murphy method?” Urta chuckled and I rolled my optics.

“Anti what now?” Slippy questioned while I updated the terrain map and Keratin led the way forwards in the general direction our coordinates said the weather control center should be.

“A way to counter someone invoking the Karma God, Murphy. Basically, you have to voice how bad you are at the right moment and it’ll balance out what someone else said before a big operation. If you’re too optimistic about events, then Murphy will throw you a curveball. And no, you can’t Anti Murphy all the time, it has to be under circumstances like this. Otherwise you come off as too humble and invoke Keanu Reeves, who, while breathtaking, is too humble for his own good.” Yola stated factually while I pondered if German tank crews in the world wars found the tundras of Russia this rough.

“Hopefully Fox did a good job, because I think we’re there.” I informed everyone as the white metal structure loomed up ahead. Seriously, who decided to paint it white?

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Somewhere on Corneria, an older tactical officer sneezed.

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“Coffee coffee! Hiiiya!!” The disturbing dark brown bean-like abomination that Aliata either created or summoned, shouted before spraying a concentrated stream of black dark roast coffee from it’s masculine bosom directly into the mouths of two of Oikonny’s utterly exhausted minions at the desperate plea/wish one of them made for coffee after having worked for several straight hours.

“Aliata!” Oikonny chided and his little fairy friend-with-benefits bowed towards the energized minions while wailing in apology.

“Sumimasen! Sumimasen! Sumimasen~!” The yukata-wearing reptilian fairy apologized profusely, having instinctively responded to the words ‘I Wish’ when enjoying lunch with Oikonny.

“I feel strangely energized and have an unusual desire to attend a heavy metal concert!” The two simian minions then did fairly offensive waist-height fist pumps and then ran off excitedly with the coffee monster in eager pursuit.

“I’m going to instate that anyone around one of Wiatr’s fairies needs to watch their phrasing.” Oikonny sighed and gently patted Aliata’s smooth head with a finger to soothe her.

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“Okay, maybe I should hear them out.” Wolf muttered as he looked on in disbelief from what he was seeing down below. Berserker and Selene ripping and tearing through the hordes of Aparoids like they were paper.

“Wolf, focus! We have a more pressing matter to deal with!” Lois growled as she wove her Wolfen through lasers and around homing fireballs.

“Right, but do you know these people?” Wolf questioned Lois as he looked on and saw Berserker approaching a fairly big Aparoid.

“Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me?” Questioned the big, burly, golden retriever-turned-Aparoid with a cocky grin.

“I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.” Berserker replied bluntly as he approached his absolutely oblivious victim.

“Oh, ho! Then come as close as you like!” The powerful-looking cybernetic dog taunted. “The Queen has shown me true pow-!” Berserker silent the abomination by punching right through its chest, ripping out its spine with the head still attached.

“Fucking dumbass of a retard-nation. Don’t make Jojo references if you can’t back them up!” Berserker huffed in annoyance.

“I know them because my daughter is a good friend of one of their wives.” Lois answered and Wolf nodded in acceptance. He knew people many-times-removed himself, it wasn’t too odd.

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*Crash!* “Yip! W-what was that?!” Juneau worriedly questioned as she dropped her breakfast burrito back on her plate and instinctively clutched her cumflated womb. Hunter expanded his awareness while petting her scalp to calm her.

“That would be your brother making a mess.” Hunter grumbled as he saw the fool wander into the kitchen, still reeking like a dirty bar. “From the look of it, he broke the coffee table.”

“Sorry, June. I’ll pay for a replacement.” Stika promised as he held his head. “Ugh, hangovers.” The burly husky male went to the coffee maker and poured himself some black coffee to sip after he took a few tablets of what must be pain reliever.

Juneau puffed out her cheeks in anger at her brother’s clumsiness. “You better start marching your sorry ass into the bathroom and wash up. You’re stinking up the place!”

“Yeah, yeah. So, you finally found a boyfriend? I hazily remember stumbling in on you doing the deed.” Sitka asked despite his hurting head with a look at his cum-stuffed sister and then at Hunter. Hunter felt a shock of realization before Sitka gave him a once-over. “A handsome guy too.” Sitka is gay. A quick peek at Juneau’s mind told him that she was completely oblivious to it.

“Gee, thanks for the commentary.” Juneau sighed and rubbed her belly as if she were soothing puppies, but that was clearly just an instinctive response to her womb being so fecund with warm mass. “Good thing you didn’t startle me too much, I’ve avoided moving too quickly so this thing wouldn’t burst inside me.”

“It’s much stronger than you could imagine. Those things have so much capacity and strength that they’re part of our soldier’s standard and emergency kits. Using one as a water bottle in a pinch is entirely sensible.” Hunter patted her belly and she snorted in amusement.

“Definitely not from around here. The military here does the same thing, but those condoms are lucky to survive a good hard dicking let alone carry a bottle or so’s worth of water.” Sitka commented and Juneau rolled her eyes and quickly nommed on her burrito, practically wolfing it down. “Hey, careful. You’re not actually pregnant. Your stomach won’t like that.”

“She’ll be fine. Post-Mod females and herms don’t get pregnancy symptoms unless they’re genuinely pregnant, not counting morning sickness or joint swelling. Don’t worry, you’ll be finished modding soon enough.” Hunter warmly rubbed her scalp and Juneau cooed as she nuzzled his hand.

“Good, because as much as I want to, I don’t feel like I’m ready.” Hunter’s new mate said, causing Hunter to smile in approval. He liked people who knew themselves. It was why he fell for Willow so fast. She knew who she was, even if said person was an unrepentant incredibly sexy slut who fell in love too quickly with anyone willing to share their heart with her.

“Okay, puppy talk from my sis is where I draw the line. I’ll be in the shower.” Sitka downed his black coffee and headed down the hall. He really is a genuine jar-head. Most of what they said went in one ear and out the other. Anyone with half a brain would’ve realized something was up.

“Don’t worry too much about that, just be warned; the female members of my massive polyamorous marriage have a tendancy to become slimes. Only Cadence and my brother’s original suitors escaped that and even then they took a temporary slime transformation for a spin.” Hunter warned the husky and she blinked in bemusement.

“Uh...oh! Like from Dungeons and Demons? Hm...a body that can be both solid and liquid at the same time, able to take any shape or gender...I can see why that would be considered attractive.” Juneau mused and Hunter nodded with a sheepish grin. As much as he enjoyed athletic or muscular women with curves in the right places, the slime-women in his life constantly kept him distracted. Stupid Sexy Slime Sloots! Heh, as Wiatr put it.

*Growl~* Juneau blushed hotly as her titanic tummy gurgled in demand for food it thought her ‘puppies’ needed and Hunter guffawed. “I haven’t heard a stomach be that demanding since Urta misplaced her nutrition flask. I’ll make you a larger meal, your body needs the calories for your mods anyway.” Hunter patted her head and she eagerly nuzzled his hand, her tail wagging so hard it was slapping his leg as he passed.

“Thanks, Hunter-.” She was interrupted by a squad of Cornerian soldiers bursting into the house and surrounding Hunter, weapons drawn. “W-what the fuck-?!”

“Step away from the woman and hands where I can see them! You are under arrest for suspicion of abduction and colluding with invasion forces!” The apparent squad leader declared as his group swiftly surrounded them.

“June, I’m going to put you someplace safe, please don’t mess with too much of what you find in there.” Hunter told her and before she could question, he pulled the front of his pants forward and she yelped when he stuffed her, face-first, down his pants. She wiggled and struggled at first, but then she pulled herself in, her tail wagging and batting his face until she managed to get her belly in his hyper-elastic relaxing pants and slid the rest of the way into his Inventory. He just had to hope she didn’t decide to play with him while in there…

“W-what did you just do?!” The squad leader demanded in bafflement before Sitka barged into the room with his own blaster aimed towards the ceiling. “Ensign Sitka! Help us secure this Person Of Interest!”

“...Uh, he’s my sister’s boyfriend? For context, if that, y’know, means anything.” Sitka mentioned and Hunter silently sighed in his mind, thankful that the non-sequitur actually caused the other empty-headed soldier-boys to think for a moment.

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“Good news. It still has power. Bad news. It is controlling the weather to be this brutal. Worse news. I need this thing to be shut down first and then rebooted so I can work around the viruses the Aparoids have stuffed this thing’s buffer with.” I grumbled in my report to Slippy and Yola while Fox, Krystal and Urta stayed with our Autobot support outside, keeping the Aparoids trying to storm the place from out of the storm at bay.

“Of course they couldn’t have just put it in the registry or the cache, it had to be the damn buffer.” Yola groused and Slippy scratched his head. “What this means, Slippy, is that we need to find the generators powering this place, shut them down, then turn them back on again.”

“Oh, so it’s like turning a computer off and then on again. With a place this big, that’s a problem. The generators won’t be easy to get to-.” Slippy suddenly noticed the howling from outside ceasing like Yola and I did. “Uh...did the storms stop?”

“Kissht-Slip, Nora, Yola! The weather control center’s shield generators suddenly activated!” Fox shouted over the scratchy comms and the alarms began going off.

“Oh no…” I forgot! The Aparoids have corrupted the facility’s defense drones! “Okay, we need to fight for our lives and look for the generator in the lower levels while Fox and the others destroy the shield generators so we can stop the blizzard and rejoin them.” Then I remembered the generator was corrupted by the Aparoids too...fuck!

“If it comes down to it, we could disconnect the generator and use our own reactors to power the facility.” Yola suggested, likely joining me in remembering what was coming.

“Hopefully not, you would be stuck here until a replacement generator could be built and that could take ages!” Slippy bemoaned as the boxy flying defense drones began appearing from the metalwork of the ceiling. “Not to mention these things!”

“Kissht-We hear you! Fox and them are scrambling to find and disable the shield generators! You try to get the weather under control and we’ll swoop in!” Sunset called over the comms and I promptly grabbed the stocky little engineer, who wailed as I carried him around, dodging sentry bot laser fire and their nearly-blind lunges while Yola used her omni to quickly slice open an access panel in the floor.

“Over here!” Yola shouted the moment she had it open and I sprinted towards her, tossing Slippy down where he yelped upon being caught and I grabbed the panel, dragging it over me as I got into the engineering access just in time for a sentry bot to slam it in, jamming it shut.

“I hate having to squeeze into these tiny places…” I grumbled, my ass and breasts squishing into the sides of the small place until I shrunk in size down to barely five feet tall and my assets adjusted in scale accordingly, so I was able to more comfortably fit down here. Yola did the same and despite our assets, our current heights meant it was manageable. “Okay, we need to find the connection to the generator and unplug it, then turn it back on. After that the buffer will be clear and we can head back up to use the weather controls to stop the constant blizzard.”

“Okay then, if I remember right...the main power feed should be this way.” Slippy muttered, referencing his memory of reading the schematics of the place to move through the tight tunnels, the stocky frog somehow managing to move with more ease than us despite being shaped like a barrel. Then again, we’re shaped like hourglasses. “Okay, I believe this is the main connection for the generator. I don’t see a manual shutoff switch here, it must be located on the generator outside and somewhere else in this tunnel.”

“You mean this one?” Yola asked rhetorically as she pointed at the massive breaker switch handle sandwiched between her bust and the wall.

“Good eye! Let’s get that flipped and then back on again.” Slippy cheered and Yola moved away from the switch, letting Slippy jump and pull it down, a loud thunk sounding moments before the crude lighting in the tight space ceased, casting us into perfect darkness. “Now to flip it back.”

The lights came back on and then I backtracked towards another access panel we passed, since the initial one was too damaged to use unless we were willing to risk high-impact force in such a tight space. Once there, I shoved the hexagonal panel off and jumped out of the engineering shaft in time to dodge a swipe from a sentry bot and sprinted to the control console, rapidly typing away at the interface.

“Control Settings Confirmed...Beginning Adjustments…” The mainframe intoned and I dodged another sentry bot while the system got to work on the blizzard.

“Kissht-Good work! I’m sending your air support, disable those shield generators so we can extract Slip, Nora and Yola!” Peppy announced to everyone while I rolled under another lunge from a bot and did a powerslide to the engineering shaft, pulling the panel on again once more in time for it to smashed into place and I vented a sigh in relief, right into my sister’s face since she hadn’t moved aside and now we were squished chest-to-chest in the tight space.

“So...come here often?” Yola joked and I rolled my optics. Not now sis. Poor, innocent Slippy is here.

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Juneau was ecstatic. At first she was a bit spooked and turned-on by Hunter stuffing her face-first into his pants, but then when she saw the ordered chaos of the seemingly infinite and somehow illuminated boundless space beyond, where gravity didn’t exist besides where it was convenient. Everything stayed in its place, but the only constant was her quickly-beloved new mate’s male genitals. She’d thought his balls felt big under her butt and thighs last night, but to see the basketball-sized spheres without lust blinding her was still drool-worthy.

Ahem, anyway, they made a good waypoint indicator in this place. It had random odds and ends, weapons, food, clothes, armor. It was almost like looking at the storage space of a hoarder with both expensive taste and an OCD need to keep it all actually organized instead of just heaped into a pile. Besides the dirty clothes and junk anyway, those were in messy piles.

She considered playing with her mate’s heaving cum spheres and his sheathe, but he was likely in combat or other stressful sitch and she didn’t want to distract him, so aside from a couple of times to get a bit of a directional concept, like which side of those beautiful balls was the backside and frontside judging by the difference in skin and fur tone of his sack, she left him be.

Still though, why did he have a whole entertainment center with old video game systems that looked like they belonged in museums and accompanying games? Why was there an eye-hurting glowing turquoise cube to power it all? Whatever the answers, she had a means to keep herself entertained in here, food to nom on and there was even a fancy camping toilet that stated on the side it would obliterate all waste deposited into its constituent atoms for ease of storage and dispersal, so she wouldn’t need to leave for...a long time. Shame there wasn’t a shower or a bath...no, wait, there’s one in the toiletries section.

“Does he have this space as just storage or is it a bug-out base too?” Juneau shrugged and scratched at her breasts, which were squeezed into a too-small ‘Animal Crossing’ shirt she’d appropriated and went back to sipping soda and playing a game called DOOM.