Nexus Effect

Ch.140

“...So. You come here often?” Penny jokingly asked her sister, who she was intermingling with to the point of almost melding like when she helped Urta develop the ability to mimic a fluffy and fleshy exterior. The sensation was incredible. It was intimate, sensual and soothing to a point where Penny wasn’t sure the last time she felt this comfortable. She was definitely going to be unbirthed more often if just being a mass of goo in a womb was this pleasant.

“Hm~, not as often as I would like.” Urta hummed happily as they swirled around in her wife’s womb. “I can’t tell you how much I’d missed her, sis.”

“I don’t know her enough to know why besides she’s drop-dead sexy. How’d you land this magnificent mare?” Penny asked her sister as she pressed her slime against where she felt Visilia’s hand stroking her side tenderly. It felt so good to be treated like this, as if she were an infant in the womb instead of just a visitor. Her team could take care of themselves for a while, right?

“Well, I didn’t land her. She and I fell hard for the same girl, Wiatr. We grew closer together and we just clicked. I’m a cum factory, she’s a semen demon, add in our respective combat-hungry natures and our shared fetishes, it was easy to find common ground.” Urta replied as she basked in her wife’s affection, the way Visilia hummed and rubbed her belly really made her feel loved. It also helped that even though this wasn’t a proper unbirth, she was receiving feedback from Visilia’s placental wall, which was confused and trying to develop one, but was used to foreign intrusion enough that her body instead was absorbing them slowly. They had enough mass to be fine for several months if need be, so that was okay.

“Yeah, Wiatr fucked me good and triggered all sorts of fetishes I didn’t even know I had. You being a stupid sexy fox didn’t help either, sis. You were what really made me question my sexuality after we first met.” Penny admitted, feeling now was as good a time as any to grow closer to her adopted twin sister. They were literally sharing the same womb now, so it couldn’t get any closer than this.

“Aw, get out~! You’re just saying that because we turn each other on constantly.” Urta teased, only to gurgle contently when Penny melded her slime entirely with her sister and they fused, at least temporarily. “Mm~...sis. I love you…”

“I love you too. Let’s take a nap, huh?” Penny suggested and felt her sister join her in slumber within the warm womb of the lustful demon queen of Tartarus.

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“Hm? I think they fell asleep.” Visilia said after she’d finished the call with President Pepper and smiled at her distended fecundity warmly.

“They were tracking the call, just as you predicted.” Hunter stated as he used his omni-tool throughout the call, picking up the Cornerian government’s attempt of tracing it back to them.

“Eh, they can try. Not that it would help them much.” Visilia chuckled and continued to rub her sides in content, even closing her eyes serenely.

“I still don’t understand, what happened to the Equestrian ponies in this universe? Why did they become extinct?” Hunter questioned, finding it hard to believe an entire species full of magic was no more, excluding Sunset, Luna and Celestia. “How did it happen?”

“Well, now that business is done, I could tell you what the Cornerian Government tells us. They were wiped out by an ancient divergent insectoid race of ponies known as Changelings. They fed on magic and emotions, two of the things that ponies were the most abundant in. They fed unchecked, they drained ponies until they died. It was a horrific genocide that sprung up on them before President Celestia could do more than try to save what few she could.” Juneau lectured, then got a sad wilt to her ears.

“History proves that only Celestia made it to our ancestors, the Diamond Dogs, for safety. Unlike ponies, my ancestors didn’t rely on internal magic, rather the magic in our environment, like the Zebras. Meanwhile, other magical races like the dragons, seaponies, others...they were all hunted down by the changelings to the last and then, once all of their food was gone, they starved to death.” Juneau informed them sadly.

“That is...that is beyond horrible.” Hunter couldn’t imagine the changelings could do that. At least, not from his own experiences and being married to two versions of Chrysalis along with Honey. Then there were even the changelings on the ship right now.

“The Sin of Gluttony.” Visilia solemnly said with a sigh. “Their hunger grew too much and were blinded by it, all the way to the bitter end.”

“This still begs the question of why Celestia is your ‘President’ and Luna still exists. I can take a guess on Sunset, but what’s the story there?” Hunter probed and Juneau sheepishly smiled.

“Believe it or not, we are a representative republic. It’s just...we keep voting her back into office. She even once instated a term limit, only for the next president to overrule it and for everyone to vote her back in. It’s kinda mean to be honest. She deserves to not be in office if she doesn’t want it.” Juneau huffed, clearly in the minority on that. “As for Luna, she appeared to usurp her sister out of nowhere one day, only there was no kingdom, no ponies to rule. She’s our Vice President yet occasionally rotates the presidency with her sister every few years.”

“The more I hear, the more ass-backwards you Corellians obviously are.” Visilia snorted and Juneau rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh in agreement. “That said, I can understand why you’re sick of your options here.” Visilia laid back, putting her massive pregnant swell up into the air as she closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow. “Now then, I’m tired. You two can nap with me or go about your day.”

“Nap time sounds nice right now.” Hunter said as he laid next to her, along with Juneau on the other side of her, cuddling up to her sides which were warm and comforting. It wasn’t long before they all fell asleep.

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I withheld my excited squeals and laughter as I piloted Minx through a maze the Aparoids had constructed in the process of building a military outpost in the asteroids. Controlling her was much easier than the simulations that Chrysanthemum had me take and was like my usual flight, only with forward propulsion always on. “Auntie, we’ve got some tailgaters. Slam the brakes and introduce my aft to their faces!”

“Buttslam coming up!” I tittered and followed her suggestion, jolting at the impact the pursuer right behind us made against her, possibly even speared on her angular aft-end. While we’d nearly come to a full stop, it’s wingmates flew ahead and I was able to easily use Minx’s lasers to take them out before they could turn back around. “Alright, any sight of Pigma’s ship or a giant monstrosity with his face on it?” I asked over the comms while trying to make sure Minx didn’t have a cling-on stuck to her butt.

“I’ve found his ship, but it’s deserted.” Garrus reported and I felt anxiety interrupt my glee.

“Then that means he’s become an Aparoid. They would have fused him into a large machine in an attempt to recreate the Gorgon. Look for something massive as well as circular or disc-shaped.” I warned everyone while piloting Minx out of the hollow hexagonal structure the Aparoids were building amidst the asteroids.

“Uh, hey everyone? I see something matching mom’s descriptions…” EDI uneasily informed us and I braced myself as I turned Minx towards where EDI pinged my HUD. Just like in the game, there was a horrifically mutated and twisted Pigma mounted where his pelvis used to be in the center of a hexagonal plate. I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness in reality something that had disturbed me when I was younger.

“So, that’s what happens to people who become infected…” Paretia hissed and I opened my eyes to see a giant purple mechanical Pigma face having covered the hexagon.

“Do not resist, you have been warned. We are the ultimate existence. You cannot resist us. You will join us.” Aparoid Pigma declared and focused his gaze on me. I suddenly felt a spike of agony and shrieked as I writhed in Minx’s pilot seat! I feel like I have fire burning inside me! Get it out!

“Get it out~! Ah~! Get it out of me~!” I dug my clawed fingers into the flesh of my arms and stomach, tearing bleeding lines into my skin and crying as I tried to get the pain out of me!

“What have you done to her?!” Yola screamed and shot at Pigma’s face, but the armor flaps around it snapped shut. When he was no longer focused on me, I wasn’t feeling like I was being burned alive with acid. “Minx, get her to safety! We’ll deal with this swine once and for all!”

“Yes mom! Don’t worry auntie, I’m taking you back to sis.” Minx gently said as she took control of herself and flew with all speed back towards the EDI.

“Aah, out!” I cried before I felt my hectocotylus slide under my ass and push into my pussy through my suit. “Guh! No! Stop! Help! Halp~!” I slurred, rational thought fleeing me as primal terror along with unwanted pleasure assaulted me. I choked and gasped as my tentacle dove up into my core and began pulsing, pumping me with seed. “Ah...ah...ahn…”

“Nonononononono! Get Urta! The Aparoid nanites we thought were gone are turning Aunt Nora into a breeding factory again!” Minx frantically called ahead and barely waited for the EDI’s hangar doors to open before darting in, jettisoning me and transforming back to her usual self to catch me and carry me into the ship. “Where is Urta, EDI?!”

“She’s in Shepard’s private quarters!” EDI informed Minx as I spasmed bonelessly in her arms, my womb filling, swelling, looking pregnant with a baby already.

“Gah ah!” I moaned as my Spark shuddered and the unwanted pleasure turned in on itself, hurting me for a moment before the insidious nanites within me turned back towards focusing on using my body instead of converting me entirely. I feel good, but I don’t want to feel good. My womb is already packed full of enough of my CNA semen to build several protoforms. I’m fighting off the prompts asking for permission to begin construction, but it’s getting harder...

“Help!” Minx shouted after kicking in Penny’s door and the trio on the bed weren’t who she was hoping for. “Where’s Urta?! The Aparoids are trying to use Nora as a breeding factory again!”

“What?! Urta! Urta! Wake up! Fertility emergency!” The ultra-sexy red demon alicorn shouted and slapped her belly urgently as mine rapidly swelled. “Guh~! Ahn~!” Visilia came, her eyes rolling back as a veritable fire-hydrant of slime gushed from her nethers, revealing a towering 10 foot tall muscular and buxom glowing two-tailed vixen who blearily blinked at us before glaring.

“Be Gone, THOT!” The dual-voiced white, gray and brown vixen shouted as she swatted at my womb and upon impact, all the seed vanished and my uncontrollable pleasure ceased, allowing me to exhaustedly remove my breeding tendril from my sopping quim and limply dangle in Minx’s arms.

“I, ah, need my body fixed.” I whined pathetically, feeling utterly useless. How am I supposed to assimilate them when they’re so damn good at trying to assimilate me?!

“No, you just need to wait for Runner to show up with the cure, vaccine, whatever.” The tri-colored vixen huffed with a roll of her heterochromatic eyes, one bright blue, one green. “Now then, we were enjoying a nice nap. Open those legs, Visi!”

“Gah, Hey wai-ahn~!” Visilia moaned as the fused twin slime siblings poured into her vagina and she arched her back as her womb filled again. Once they were back inside her, she flopped bonelessly to the bed, drooling and spasming in aftershock orgasms.

“...I haven’t seen someone overwhelm Visilia in several centuries.”

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Back on Corneria, Runner made her runs throughout the capital city. The Anti-Aparoid grenades worked like a charm, so the Cornerian Military reached the ground without much fuss. Of course, some of Star Wolf’s members and the military were a little unnerved by how creepy the golden-furred and winged cyber-wolfess acted. Dancing around the battlefield, humming a tune, throwing grenades at the enemy, she was practically a madwolf.

What made it even more disturbing was the fact she called in backup. Someone Wolf and Lois knew very well came onto the battlefield with a squad of his own. Berserker and his Blackshield Guard. They engaged the remaining Aparoids in close combat, which the Cornerians felt was crazy, even with how these aliens trounced the mechanical menace.

“Can we trust these people? They seem to be enjoying this battle.” One of the Cornerian soldiers asked fearfully. Many others nodded in agreement and muttered amongst themselves.

“They may be insane, but we can trust them. Just don’t give these guys a reason to think otherwise.” Lois commented from nearby, but she was just as guilty of engaging the Aparoids at point-blank range as the aliens.

“Wee~!” Runner squealed as she skipped through a street full of Aparoids, throwing grenades all over the place and killing off the horde. “How does it feel, you buggy shits?! Having your own strength turned against you?! Oh wait, nevermind, you can’t say shit anymore, fuck-boys!” She started to cackle like a lunatic, twirling around the corpses without a care in the world.

“She’s also incredibly hot.” Eleanor commented casually, standing amidst everyone in the nude since her clothes burned away on entry into the atmosphere. She clearly didn’t care that everyone could see her privates.

“Thanks for the compliment! I can’t really stay though, but if you have any questions regarding us, my brother would be more than happy to answer them! Bye-bye~!” Runner winked at them and vanished in a flash of gold light, some of the celestial’s golden feathers drifting around where she’d vanished. Her colleagues finished off the remnants and went about collecting pieces of their kills as trophies.

“At least our employers can get started on the cleanup efforts.” Panther commented, having abstained from voicing his appreciation of both the naked amazonian space dragoness and the bouncy golden-furred hybrid who had thoroughly spooked him. Same could be said about the Marine and his squad, who were keeping their distance from them.

“Indeed.” Star Wolf turned to face the familiar voice to find President Pepper with both Celestia and Luna at his sides, all formally dressed as if they hadn’t been forced to hide in an underground city. “Thank you for your efforts, Star Wolf. I can’t believe the day has come where I can earnestly thank pirates, but without your help, the Cornerian fleet would not have been able to so quickly reclaim space over our world.”

“Now, are you going to arrest us since you have us right where you want us or are you going to give us another job?” Wolf demanded calmly and all three of the highest political figures of the Lylat System balked at the assumption.

“Heavens, no. Why would I have you arrested? Especially since we’re under the Nightmare Contingency? You’ve faithfully performed the duties for which you were hired, you’re currently exempt from your past actions. However, once we’ve paid you and your work with us is done, it’d be best if you made your getaway around then.” President Pepper amicably suggested, then became serious. “That said, I do have another task for you.”

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“So, when are you two getting married?” Tricky eagerly questioned Fox and Krystal, causing Fox to sputter and Krystal to burst out laughing as she patted Tricky’s side.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll tie the knot soon enough.” Sunset winked saucily at Fox, who blushed even hotter and Krystal’s laughing increased in intensity while Tricky was completely clueless. “That said though, sorry we can’t stay and help with cleanup efforts, Tricky.”

“Aw, well, it was good to see you again. Please visit soon when there isn’t a planetary crisis, huh? I don’t want to associate you guys with misfortune or something.” Tricky joked and nuzzled them each on the crown of their head and made the effort to raise a foreleg in farewell as the trio of mercenaries left for their Arwings.

“Wee~!” A little serpent that looked like a cosmic cloud of gas mixed with a fish zoomed in from the sky before bonking into the canopy of one of the arwings. “Aw no more flying?” He whined and rubbed his head.

“Is that another Discord?” Krystal questioned with a curious tilt of her head.

“Nope, he's my great-great-grandpa! I’m Morpheus; Spirit of Cosmic Chaos. I’m not as powerful as Gran Dongoruas.” Morpheus said in a childlike manner before he put on thick hater-blocker sunglasses from nowhere and crossed his arms.

“Are you with Urta and them?” Fox asked as he rubbed the bridge of his snout, having a feeling his Discord would be by soon.

“Yep! I’m here to-hey~!” Morpheus whined when Discord, the local one from what the trio could remember of their encounters with him, plucked the little chaos noodle up by his middle.

“Now, now. It’s quite rude to interrupt the protagonists. Oh, while I’m here, I should let you know ahead of time to get to Corneria ASAP. They need elites guarding the homeworld against further invasions. Also, my wife asked me to find out how things are going on capturing an intact Aparoid Core.” Discord said as he pet the childish chaos noodle, who cooed and purred like a cat as he settled into the crook of Discord’s lion arm.

“We don’t know on that front yet. Our extra-dimensional friends are handling that. I have faith they’ll get it back from Pigma. That said, I’ll have us head back to Corneria right away.” Fox told the entity who practically breathed magic and was considered the most powerful person in the Lylat System by default for that fact. However, because of how unpredictable his magic was, it was very difficult for him to do things considered ‘Orderly’. There must be a loophole for him to be here and now. Likely that alien draconequus is to thank.

“Righty-o! I’ll let them know. Now, you little fella are going to come along and help me convince Tia that having kids would make adorable little noodles!” Discord proclaimed and cracked his talons to ready a snap.

“Yay~! My mission is a-!” They vanished in Discord’s magic snap and Sunset tittered.

“That little runt was adorable. Well, let’s get going, we should...oh no.” Sunset smiled at how Krystal was looking at Fox. Her tail was swishing and her eyes bored into his own. The male fox was unable to look away from her deep, beautiful aqua eyes. His own tail was flicking and his green eyes settled into a serene stare as the two lovers simply gazed into each other.

“Are they okay?” Tricky asked Sunset in concern with a loud stage whisper.

“They’re just having an instinctual conversation without words, Tricky. When you find a girl you’ll hopefully have the same sort of thing happen someday.” Sunset wistfully sighed as Krystal reached forward and Fox took her hand, rubbing her knuckles as they both smiled. “They’re about to kiss, if you’re still grossed out by that you may want to look away.”

“Oh! Yay!” Tricky stage-whisper-yelled as the two closed the gap and gently kissed with the sunset framing their silhouette perfectly from Sunset and Tricky’s angle. “Daw~...”

“Those two are so adorable. I think they’ve finally decided to make their relationship complete. I know Fox was pining for Fiona for a long time, but it’s good to see him finally let himself properly fall in love with someone else.” Sunset sighed and idly rubbed her left ring finger, where a lifetime ago someone’s ring rested, but in this lifetime, it still laid unadorned.

“Sunny? You okay?” Tricky asked and Sunset blinked the tears she didn’t notice from her eyes and looked at Tricky’s concerned face. Sunset just smiled and patted his brow.