Nexus Effect

Ch.142

“Why do I have to wear a dress?” I muttered because dresses are not my style. Sure, I feel pretty, but I don’t care for fancy clothes. I wrinkled my nose as I fluffed the hem of the slim ankle-length skirt of the purple dress Visilia had forced on me. I’d had to shrink down to my separate selves’ usual size to wear it too.

“Because indecent exposure is a class-two felony.” Visilia warned me.

“My enviro-suit would’ve been fine. This system allows mercenaries in flight suits or BDU to be worn in meetings with the president and general.” I huffed indignantly, wondering how a corset supporting my breasts and the plunging cleavage I was putting on display was any less indecent. At least my suit fully covers me.

“I know, but...well, I was gonna say ‘play it safe’. But…” Visilia awkwardly said as she looked towards her security detail. Night Sentinels, all ten of them in their version of 40K’s Terminator armour, which was mixed in with Reinhardt’s armour. This also included Hunter, Runner and Berserker. I’d call them by their names, but they’re in ‘mission mode’ right now.

“I’d be less upset about this if you didn’t pull me away from my wife while I was pleasuring her.” I pouted and crossed my arms under my bust as the EDI flew alongside the Cornerian flagship Full O’ Pep and we quickly went through docking procedures. “You also could’ve given me time to separate into my other selves, but no, now I’m-.” I was silenced when Berserker gently pressed a finger on my lips, bringing another up to his own.

“Stop bickering, President Pepper is entering me.” EDI announced and the bridge crew stood at attention. Even though Pepper doesn’t have authority here, protocol is to be followed. Even Penta, who still hasn’t diffused and even shrunk down to her usual selves size was saluting.

“My, such a polite reception. I’m humbled, considering your technology is clearly far superior to my people’s.” Pepper, an old bloodhound in a red formal military uniform who had maintained a surprisingly youthful fur tone despite his occupation, praised as he entered the ship and saluted in return. “At ease, don’t stand at attention on my behalf. Might I please speak to the highest authority of this ship before the highest political authority? Pardon any dissonance in culture, but I must greet the ship’s commander first.”

Oh yeah...Corneria likely has a long-standing ancient maritime tradition considering that most of the homeworld is covered in ocean.

“That would be me, Mister President. I am Princess Commander Penta-er, pardon. I am Commander Penny Shepard and Princess Urta. I am two people in one body right now, no it is not a psychological condition, it is a literal one.” Penta introduced herself awkwardly to the president, who hummed and tilted his head.

“So your society is still fairly magical in nature then or so technologically advanced I cannot fathom it. Pleasure to meet you Princess Commander Penta.” Pepper’s response to her situation made Penta beam so brightly it almost seemed her eyes and teeth were shining. Wow those twin tails are twirling so much she might just start hovering! Oh no! My beloved Penny is fused to Urta and they’re a kitsune with two tails who might be able to fly! We’ve achieved definitive bad-fanfiction status! “Now then, I can greet the highest political authority.”

“That would be me, Mister President. We spoke over the phone before.” Visilia said as she curtsied slightly with her formal black dress that both covered and emphasized her beauty and sensual body at the same time. It was basically the same as the dress she lent me, only much more flattering of her deep red fur while mine merely offset my light lavender skin.

“Ah, yes. The femme with the voice that was rather enticing to a degree I was worried I was being mentally influenced over long-distance.” Pepper reached forward when Visilia extended a hand and he leaned forward to kiss her knuckles like a gentleman.

“Please, I’m nothing like my wives.” Visilia said with a blush and a beaming smile. Whoa, this old dog is smooth.

“Be that as it may, you being a pony, an alicorn too, gives me some hope. Is there a civilization of ponies out among the stars?” Pepper asked hopefully while stepping back politely and entering a parade rest.

“Try a parallel universe, though I wouldn’t recommend it. They’re not all the same.” Visilia informed him with a sigh.

“Wait, are there no ponies here?” A little dragon with fairy wings yelped as she popped into existence over my head. Hey! If I have to wear a dress, why does this fairy get to be naked?!

“No fairies either. No magical creature with innate magic survived the Changeling Holocaust. Not even themselves.” Pepper grimly answered the naked fairy without an ounce of surprise.

“You! No! Out! Important political meetings are off limits! Don’t make me have Wiatr recall your whole batch!” Visilia snarled at the fairy, who squeaked fearfully and poofed away. “Sorry about that. Now then, we have the Core and wah wah wah, wah wah, wah wah-.”

Oh no~ my patience has run out and they’ve degenerated into Charlie Brown adult noises!

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“The answer is still no, Discord.” Celestia weakly insisted from where she sat at her desk, blushing hotly at Discord begging for them to have children. The sight of the adorable little noodle named Morpheus made the ancient alicorn long for a foal of her own, but she’s so busy~! She couldn’t possibly have foals. Not to mention that her children would all essentially be forced into being broodmares and studs with genetic modifications so they could have diverse children themselves that would be equines even when their partners were of other species.

“Aw, but Lulu finally gave in and let Mac knock her up after you and I gave her that show. You’re finally having a niece or nephew. Wouldn’t you like them to have a playmate and for your sister’s kid to have your kid be their best friend?” Discord reasoned and Celestia shifted in her chair, her panties wet with desire, her core hot with need. All this baby talk had her ready and she bit her lip as she tried to resist. Pepper wouldn’t be able to handle the stress at his age with her out of commission for a whole year.

“Gah!” A tiny dragon fairy appeared before them and pulled a full-size pony from her bust! This pony wore a nun outfit, but was half naked with her huge breasts and balls on display. The chestnut mare blinked as she looked at the two surprised occupants of the room. “You breed, repopulate ponies, use local genes.” The Fairy dragon ordered before pulling out fourteen more nuns. Five male, five female, four more of these dickmares. “I repeat, use the local gene pattern for all MAGICAL species! The limit is 5,000 breedable offspring pre species. By Wiatr’s will!”

The males and dickmares looked at Celestia with blushing smiles as the females looked at her husband. “Um...could we perhaps arrange something with less possibility of hurting my wife? Also, I wanted to be the one to impregnate her as her husband.” Discord reasoned and Celestia nodded, but her face was bright red and her wings were flared out at seeing so many sexy ponies in one place after thousands of years since the Changeling Holocaust.

“We Nuns are gene neutral and can breed thousands in months so long as nutrition is supplied. Our magic won’t hurt her and we just need her at first to obtain the local genes, then we’d breed each other until a stable population is achieved.” One explained as she got close to Celestia, her cock growing erect before the alicorn.

“Tia, are you okay with it? I sense they do have the magic to do this. It’s rather Chaotic in nature, but with a Harmonious hint of Order to it. I still want us to have a baby together, however.” Discord was fine with this since they didn’t seem to want to turn his wife into a broodmare.

“I just need samples of your eggs.” The Nun purred to Tia as she leaned over the white mare. The alicorn whimpered needily as the flare of the musky, veiny, thick horsecock sandwiched between her E-cup breasts and poked her chin. The scent, one she hadn’t smelled in nearly 1000+ years made her brain short-circuit and she grabbed the breeding pole hungrily, sucking on her flare in blind desire. “Whoa! E-easy~!”

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“Well, a breeding Coven is here. Ponies might be coming back. My little sister is miffed to Tartarus too.” Aliata chuckled as she nuzzled Oikonny while snuggling his side. She was his size now because after she’d recharged from her latest wish-granting, the dragon fairy was asked if he could have just one more wish and he wished she was able to reach his size and stay that way whenever she wanted. Considering they’d just finished a satisfying and wild evening in bed, she very much wanted to be big enough to snuggle her mate.

“Oh?” He asked before a little blue fairy dragon appeared, glowing with anger.

“Sis, why didn’t you set up a breeding program?!” The fairy roared at Aliata. “Or were you so focused on this?!” She demanded while she poked Oikonny’s flaccid cock through the blanket.

“Buzz off of my boyfriend’s dick you little slut! He’s establishing our creator’s worship in this universe, that’s more important than reviving a species since you could only be here too because of that!” Aliata shrieked at the fairy, even zapping her with a beam of fairy dust.

“Ponies only had Three specimens!” The fairy barked back.

“And?! You still wouldn’t have been able to address it if Wiatr’s power wasn’t present here!” Aliata defended, which Oikonny considered true, but she could’ve popped over to Corneria to help the moment things had settled down here. Instead she stuck around, lavishing him in attention and helping him provide for his people’s needs.

“Aliata, gah!” The little Fairy flew around making noise in frustration and Oikonny could smell her need for recharging her magic. Something he’d gotten used to smelling from Aliata. It was a faint scent you’d miss if you didn’t know what to look for since it smelled like flowers. “And you're pregnant! You...Gah!”

“Oikonny, honey. Want to know how to make a fairy stop being an angry noise maker?” Aliata asked him as she lifted their blanket. Aliata grabbed her sister, who was now sounding more angry, before she grabbed his cock and used magic to bring him to full hardness before she shoved the little minx down him, stretching her body like she was a fancy onahole.

“Ahn~! Guh~! Y-you bitch~!” The little fairy gasped and spasmed as her body, designed to be treated like this, gave her mind-blowing pleasure while Aliata twisted her on Oikonny.

“Are you done being a bitch?” Aliata asked and pulled the fairy down Oikonny’s cock, the fairy’s body turning into a fleshy cocksleeve with boobs as she gurgled, his glans stretching her head until her mouth pulled open to reveal his urethra. “Ep, ep, ep! None of that!” Aliata grabbed the fairy’s lips and pulled them forward then pressed them tightly, sealing them together and removing her mouth. “Okay sweetie, she must be milking you good. Fill her like a condom!”

“I don’t even know her name.” Oikonny grunted as indeed he was receiving quite the amount of pleasure from the fairy-turned-cocksock.

“Bistonia.” Altia told him as she moved to hover over his cock, Bitonia’s eyes widening when Aliata positioned her pussy for penetration. “Now then, I still have three more wishes after you wished for me to be able to change size. Wish to be a cum cannon, wish to fill me and this bitch. Wish to be the husband I always dreamed of.” Aliata whispered as she lowered over the squealing and cumming fairy-turned-condom.

“I can feel both of you.” Oikonny groaned as he grabbed his lover’s hips. “Very well, I wish to be the cum cannon you desire.” Aliata gasped and he grunted as his respectable 7 inch penis began expanding inside her, his balls began swelling, pressing his thighs apart until he had basketballs churning with cum beneath her ass. “Guh...I wish to be the husband you always dreamed of.” Oikonny groaned as he bulked up, going from the slim form of a snow monkey into the buff form of a silverback gorilla as his penis began to outline on her lower abdomen.

“Ah...ah...w-one m-more wish.” Aliata gasped and panted as she was stretched to fit around him, Bistonia acting as a condom was likely so blissed-out right now she was little more than an automatically milking sex toy. “Oh, Ah, you're in my ovaries! Guh, I’m stretched so good!”

“I wish to be able to properly achieve orgasm!” Oikonny snarled and he roared like a primal beast as he humped into his lover. The fairy-winged dragoness screamed as her womb began filling with her mate’s fecund seed. Even with another fairy acting as a barrier, it was beyond any pleasure she’d experienced before. “Guh, hah, that was, I want kids so badly.” Oikonny huffed. “Is this your magic talking?”

“Y-you wished you were like the husband I...always dreamed of…” Aliata spasmed as he filled her, continuing to cum like the cannon he wished to be, turning her into a cum balloon. His semen was reaching places normally impossible to go, such as her breasts, ass and limbs.

“Am I impregnating your sister?” Oikonny asked as they felt their Condom wiggle her body.

“Likely, yeah. You’re also filling me with her-you bitch-hey sis-fucking awesome or not, not cool-I know, sorry. You’re not sorry.”

“Are you two merging?” Oikonny asked in worry.

“Yes-kinda. I’m filling her entire body and-mmph~!” Aliata’s cheeks swelled with his cum and her eyes rolled back as her orgasming intensified while she cumflated like a living lewd condom.

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“Oh~! These are all fascinating!” Washu exclaimed as she poked at Pigma’s Aparoid remains. “Why did I leave earlier? Fu, fu, fu. I needed my Daughter here to capture a living sample for me.” I didn’t ask, but okay. I looked at the elf-eared woman who was obviously Ryoko and she shrugged at me.

“Ma’s ma. I don’t get why she had to come get me when she could easily do it alone, but I’m glad she decided to go on a ‘mother-daughter trip’.” Ryoko informed me, even though I didn’t ask that either, but okay.

“Please get them out of my med bay.” Karin pleaded with me, even though that’s not why I’m here, but okay.

“I’m just going to convert Saren now that he’s stable, then I’ll try my best on the latter.” I may be incredible, but I’m no miracle worker. Especially not when it comes to godly entities. Saren was still under from his cybernetic implant surgery, so now was as good a time as any to ensure those would never have a chance to fail. I put my palm on his head-*Flash*-done. Wow, that is much easier when I have more of me to use.

Saren looked much the same, though his forearms and calves down were obviously robotic like the rest of us cybertronians. I couldn’t get rid of his scars though, so I hope he doesn’t mind. “Fascinating! Complete conversion from DNA to CNA within seconds! You really are quite the Enigma, Norola.” The short big-haired red-head complimented me as she scanned Saren instead of the remains of Pigma.

“Norola? Oh~ why can’t you be happy with just being yourself? Please come over here so I can get scans of this version of you for comparison.” Karin sighed in anguish and I shrugged before complying with her request to sit on an exam table. We don’t have much to do while Beltino and his team with Slippy work on the Aparoid Core Memory to locate their homeworld as well as develop the apoptosis antibody that would supposedly kill the Aparoid Queen, which I knew would fail and give me an opportunity to assimilate her and steal her powers.

“So you can fuse too, huh? I can too, but I don’t like doing it. I get all mixed up until I split up again.” Ryoko commented and I faintly remembered images of her as a catgirl, but I can’t remember if that was because Washu messed with her or if it was because she fused with Ryo-Ohki for a power boost or something.

“I am Nexus Prime, the one in possession of the Enigma of Combination. I can combine with nearly anyone it seems, but it is easier with those I have great trust or other relations with.” It would make sense with the two instances beyond baseline that I’ve experienced. My other half has been with me from the beginning and Runner is a good friend with benefits that I am quite fond of.

“Ah, no wonder I sensed old Primus on you. You’re a good person if he’s so heavily invested in you.” Washu praised and patted my shoulder, but I blinked and wiggled my elfin ears. I both view myself in the same light, yet do not think I am that great. It is odd to have conflicting notions. I suppose I’m just two minds about it at the moment.

“Bah, being good is not all that nice.” Ryoko huffed and Washu playfully began pulling on her cheeks.

“Huh? What’s that? You don’t like Tenchi suddenly? Oh no, what will I tell him about your evil ways~?!” Washu playfully wailed and Ryoko fruitlessly tried to get her mother off of her.

“Grrr...thanks Norola, now please get them out of here.” Karin grumbled and went back to her work, so I nodded and grabbed both Washu and Ryoko’s ears, dragging them out of the med bay like they were misbehaving children. I released them once out and waved before continuing on my way to my room. I still need to get out of this damn dress.

“Huh? You’re just gonna grab us by the ears then walk off?!” Ryoko snarled and I ducked to the side while continuing my stride, letting her fly past me and end up kicking a wall. I grabbed her ankle before she could fall and held her out to the side by said ankle with one hand and kept walking towards the crew quarters. “Hey! Let me go, damn it!”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself, Ryoko! I’ll be bugging old Beltino while you get acquainted!” Washu called down the hall, only to yelp when I spun around and launched Ryoko at her like a missile. I even heard a bowling pin strike. I didn’t stay to see what they would respond with, getting into the hall with the ‘private’ suites and pausing at the sight of Visilia, hyperpregnant with our respective unbirthed wives once more and in her maternity dress.

“Hey.” Visilia waved to me as she rubbed her belly. I didn’t respond, I instead tilted my head to the left and wiggled my ears. “Um...okay, so...I...and they…” I nodded along, waiting for her to continue. “I’m enjoying this way too much, so are they. I guess we all miss that feeling of knowing life is growing inside us. As for my husbands and wife, I sent them off to the cafeteria to get some food for me. I was getting hungry.”

“So your body is thinking you’re properly pregnant. Alright. What you all get up to is your business and I do not object.” Besides, pregnant demon queen, nuff said.

“So you’re okay with your wife in my womb for an untold amount of time?” Visilia asked in bemusement and I tilted my head again.

“You did fuck our brains out before. Consider this another step towards being part of our odd romantic unit. Now then, if you do not require anything, I wish to retire so that I may separate and rest.” I approached her, rubbed her belly and kissed her cheek, then continued on my way.