Nexus Effect

Ch.144

“And~ there. I’ve set the date. You two are sure you want it on Sauria? I understand Corneria isn’t exactly...safe right now, but are you sure you want the ceremony there?” Asked the middle-aged rabbit wedding planner as she looked between Fox and Krystal, who were holding hands and smiling the whole time they outlined what they wanted for their wedding.

“Sauria is where we met. It’s where I met Fox and he saved my life and I may have rebuffed him then, but since then we’ve become so close.” Krystal leaned into Fox’s shoulder and he leaned his head on top of her’s. “I can’t imagine us being wed anywhere else with a beautiful sunset washing us in it’s light.”

“Same. Besides, I’m planning on maybe retiring there since the King Earthwalker is an old friend and I know he’d be happy to let us make a home there.” Fox affirmed and the planner hummed as she looked over the input they gave.

“Well, if that’s the case, I would have an easier time of arranging all this. I’ll let you know if there are any complications.” She stood from her desk and shook hands with the couple before they turned and left. “What does that girl eat and where can I get it?”

Krystal giggled down the hall, her mod-enhanced hearing letting her catch the rabbit woman’s envious muttering and making her feel a boost of ego. “I’m so glad we went through with this.”

“I am too, Krystal. Finally...I just wish my parents were alive and yours too, so they could see us together. Meet their future grandchildren.” Fox wistfully said as he wrapped an arm around his mate’s waist and she joined the hand over her lower stomach, where soon enough their children would be growing once the Aparoids were dealt with.

“I agree. Mother and Father would have approved of you and adored our children. At least we do have family, one we already made.” Krystal said happily and Fox smiled at considering his team his family, for that’s what they were. You don’t stick around people for several years and consider them anything less.

“I’m still not sure who should walk you down the aisle then. Peppy is a good choice.” Fox considered and Krystal nodded. “As for my best man, well...I would like Slippy as my best man. We’ve been friends even before he joined the team, though I know Falco will fight him over it, but he’s still going to be part of the ceremony.”

“I’m not exactly spoiled for choice, Sunet is my only female friend and I bet she’ll have fun being my bridesmaid.” Krystal said as they left the building that the wedding planner business had reserved for emergencies down here in Undercity. It was like the capital, only slightly smaller and inside a hollowed-out mountain reinforced by the structures filling it as well as with traditional Cornerian earth-magics.

To this day, no machine can compete with a Cornerian’s claws when it comes to digging or earthworks, which was why only massive scale digging machines really exist in Cornerian society. An old saying even claims that: A Cornerian who doesn’t get their paws dirty is no Cornerian. Which is why playgrounds are mostly giant sandboxes and excavation is still a popular profession.

While Fox was musing on the architectural wonder that was Undercity, his phone rang and he answered. “Hey fox! Dad’s made the antibody and we’ve got the coordinates for the Aparoid Homeworld! We’re all gathering at the warp gate within a few hours!” Slippy informed him excitedly and Fox’s happy demeanor quickly turned into a grim countenance.

“Got it. On our way up.” Fox hung up and sighed, side-hugging Krystal a bit tighter. “It’s time.”

“Best we get on with it. The sooner we win, the sooner we get married, the sooner I can stop worrying and finally have the peaceful life I crave with you.” Krystal declared and kissed him.

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“Hey El-damn it Ellie!” Wolf snarled, turning away with a fluster from the sight of Eleanor pleasuring herself on Panther’s penis while the male was trussed up like a turkey in BDSM fetish gear and unable to even move or speak while the purple space dragoness had her way with him. “Fucking leave panties on the door console! Finish up and get prepped, we’re needed at the Warp Gate.”

Wolf stormed away before he could hear the alien dragon’s response and grumbled about irresponsible horny idiots letting their libidos occupy so much of their time. “Did you walk in on Eleanor and Panther? I’m not surprised you caught them, it’s around their usual time to meet up.” Leon commented the moment Wolf entered the Alpha Pack’s bridge and the seasoned space pirate growled at his second for not warning him, but Leon didn’t even flinch.

“Yo, chill boss. Just be glad she didn’t decide to try and rope you in.” Gilda shuddered and rubbed her wrists. “That girl has no off switch or a safeword.”

“Believe it or not, Ellie likes to be the sub more than the dom, but she’s a switch able to do both and get off on it. Now then, let’s all get in position people, we’re flying support for Star Fox.” Lois called out and everyone moved to their stations, Wolf’s team getting up to prep their Wolfens. “Wolf baby, you need to talk?” Lois asked him quietly and he uncomfortably looked around.

“Not really. Just on edge. I haven’t had a serious contract like this since the Lylat Wars and I ended up on the wrong side of that engagement.” Wolf rubbed his cybernetic eye for emphasis. “At least this time the choice is clear. Help the soft-pawed Cornerians, die or become a bug too which is just as bad if not worse. I won’t say Pigma didn’t have it coming, but nobody deserves that.”

“I agree. Now, let’s go kick ass, but after this I’ve gotta head home and take Ellie with me. Oh, also, the girl who’s hosted me the whole time won’t just have my body, but my instincts and other abilities. So even though I’ll be gone, you might still have me around in a sense.” Lois flicked her bushy tail as she walked away and Wolf leered at that ass as she sashayed away. He may not want to see her go, but damn if he didn’t like to watch her leave.

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Not being the same person as Yola was...weird. Yet so was being the same person as Yola. Either way, both of us figured that it would be best to divide and conquer and that if need be I could Combine with someone on the fly.

Everyone of strategic importance was on their respective ships. I was aboard the EDI along with the majority of her crew. We were flying alongside Star Fox, Star Wolf and the accompanying Cornerian Strike Squadron, which was essentially a suicide squad because I know for fact they all died in canon. Yola and I along with our own squadron of Arwing fighters would try and change that. Having many new powerhouses on the board could easily tip things in our favor.

At least, if I can get Visilia to let Penta out! “Please! She’s my pilot! I need her!” I begged the deceptively flat-tummied and perky MILF. I was even clutching her skirt while on my knees and having to bend back to see her face past her bigger bust of bouncy b-balls since apparently that’s her default size while pregnant and her body certainly thinks she is.

“Visi, c’mon. Give Penta back, they’re needed on this mission and you can’t delay this.” Vinnie stated while she and her brothers were glaring at her. They’ve been pressuring Visi ever since this mission was given the green light, whether she or Penta liked it or not.

“Oh, alright, fine. You win.” Visilia finally relented and widened her stance. “Penta, get out of there. Ahn~!” She yelped when our slime wife oozed out of her pussy and out from under her dress, leaving her on shaky legs as Penta became a solid form, towering above us and yawning before bumping her head on the ceiling.

“Whoa! Did EDI get smaller or something?” Questioned the room filling slime vixen with a grumble before Visilia fell on her ass, still panting with her tongue hanging out. “Or, did I get bigger from absorbing all that cum and amniotic fluid?”

“Y-you s-see why I didn’t want to let her out? Oh~ I feel so empty~!” Visilia whimpered and Berserker picked her up in a princess carry, promptly taking her over to a bed that didn’t lead to Penny or Urta’s room so she didn’t fall through. “Thanks, sweetie.”

“No prob, Visi. I know how you must feel, so just take a breather.” Berserker quietly said to his wife, reminding me that Bryan is also Brennie and has a surprisingly potent feminine libido too.

“Hot damn. Uh, Penta? I need Penny specifically. She’s my designated pilot and I’m sure Yola would appreciate you piloting her, Urta.” Especially because Berserker, Runner and Hunter were going to be in Arwings along with Paretia and Garrus.

“Sure thing, babe.” Penta replied before the gigantic slime vixen swirled about and split in half, one mocha, the other gray and white.

“Whew! That was...weird and awesome. Thanks for sharing thousands of years of experience, sis.” Penny said as the still ten-foot tall busty thicc bricc house rapidly shrunk down along with her divine sibling to a more reasonable six foot height and respective mirroring physiques.

“Thanks for reminding me what being young was like.” Urta replied as she stretched, sending her naked white-furred and black-nippled b-ball breasts bouncing. “Mm~! Ah~. I forgot how good it was to just relax. Thanks for the several days of napping and masturbating, Visi.”

“You can thank me by getting back inside of me the moment this is over. Or one of you please knock me up, because I need a baby to carry and care for again.” Visilia huffed at her husbands and wives. “Because if you don’t, Hunter, I might not be able to hold back on showing Juneau a really good time that will likely get her pregnant, contraceptives or not.”

“What?!” Juneau yelped in excited worry as Hunter grabbed her and she yipped again when he frantically stuffed her down his pants. It was at this that I grabbed my wife’s hand and left before I could get pulled into their silliness.

“You want in my snatch now or at take off?” I asked casually and she licked her lips. “Not that way, not yet.”

“Well, you would have to be in your alt, so we might as well save it for launch. Do you think they’ll need you to defend the gate?” Penny questioned me, not even trying to pull her hand out of mine as I continued to lead her up to the ‘loft’ as everyone called it. Originally the top deck was the lavish and large captain’s quarters, but now it’s mostly a large public gathering area like the cafeteria, only without food.

“Maybe, but it’ll be swarming with fighters to the point I’d get in the way, so probably not.” I told my beautiful wife, who sat down on the couch with me for the first time in over a week. “So, you have thousands of years of experience?” I asked my wife curiously and she beamed.

“Yep! Sis has been around for several thousand years and while melded we were the same person. I guess being melded for so long has allowed us to exchange pretty much everything. I just hope she held onto her Divine Aspects, because seeing all the trouble being divinity brings you, I want none of it.” Penny proclaimed, but then softened and kissed my knuckles and I tilted my head with my ears wiggling in bemusement.

“What was that?” I asked curiously and she ran her fingers along my own, the patently quarian gesture incredibly soothing. Why was she soothing me?

“Did you know you’re a demi-goddess?” Penny asked with a bit of sadness and I bristled.

“W-what?! No! I’m not! I vehemently refuse! I am not holy! Even if Primus is my dad!” Nope! No! No! Just N, O, no! I’m in the same boat as Penny, I want nothing of that!

How does it go dear? Methinks thou dost protest too much?

Shut up, daddy! “W-well...how can you tell if I am? I’m not, but if I was, how do you know?” I meekly asked as she reached one hand to my scalp and began threading her fingers through my long black hair, causing me to coo and lean into her touch as my nerves cooled from my quarian instincts. No fair, yet so wonderful to have such tingly fingers, forearms and scalp. Even though my fingers are robotic now, I still feel every caress of Penny’s touches.

“Urta went through it, she saw it happen to others, she even fostered many other divine entities. It’s in your presence, your touch, your taste. I can’t believe I didn’t notice before, but then again I was struck dumb by your sexiness.” Penny smirked and I giggled, remembering that moment, years ago, when Penny caught me expanding my breasts to make omni-gel in that closet and pinning her to the door with them with the promise to bang later. Ah~. Good memories.

“S-so I’m...from Percy Jackson?” I joked uneasily and I wilted when she nodded. “Damn it, I told myself shortly after Marrow joked about it decades ago, that I wouldn’t be a goddess of anything. Great. So I have even more responsibility waiting for me in the future. Isn’t being a super-overpowered shipyard enough? Can’t I just retire to being a commission-only shipyard after all of this is done?”

“As nice as that would be since the rest of the time would be us all at home or at that island resort you commissioned, I don’t think that’s how it works. Especially since you’re Displaced and the multiverse is dead-set on making you miserable.” Penny wilted sadly and I leaned against her for support. I haven’t even made a Token like the others, but I’ve experienced plenty of shenanigans. I guess the Dimensionator incident is because I didn’t have a Token to be summoned through, so the multiverse seized an opportunity to screw with me.

“Y’know what? Fuck it. I’m making a Token.” At least having a Token would mean I have a way to get back home instead of hoping for a way to find one the next time this happens.

“What would your Token be?” Penny asked and I scrunched my brow at her understanding in bemusement. “Thousands of years of knowledge, remember?” Ah, right.

“What about your model of the EDI?” I questioned and she stared at me with cold deadpan eyes of refusal. “Right. No touching your models or weapons unless it’s for sex. Then how about you make a model of my Reaper form?”

“I’d cherish that just as much as EDI’s model. No. I can arrange to have a fullmetal figurine made when we get back to our universe. Oh, don’t make one until we get back or this will be your root dimension.” Penny brought up and I shivered at the idea of accidentally making the Lylat System my permanent home. Sure, it could be a great place, but my heart is on Rannoch.

“So is there a reason why Visilia had to let them out for you to hurry-up-and-wait?” Hunter asked as he got off the elevator, dressed in armor and ready to deploy.

“For the same reason you’re in armor. I can’t be ready to fight if...oop.” Penny just noticed that she’s still nude, displaying her mocha-furred muscular and thicc vixen body for all the universe to see. “Right. I should get armored up.”

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“Ah, We see. Overdid it. Tch, tch, tch.”Wiatr clicked her tongue in disapproval at the cum-filled brown scaled orb that was once two draconic fairies of batch 4. One had chosen the hunky silverback gorilla anthro as her mate and the other of the very same variant of batch 4 was turned into a condom that then turned the mated fairy into a condom. Said living condom was now presented on her alter with the mate petitioning her for aid. “We can guarantee they’ll both be fine, but We’ll need to take them home for extensive reconstruction.”

“Thank you. What do you ask in return?” Andrew Oikonny, the de-facto leader of this world that had so eagerly flocked to her worship, questioned shrewdly. Good. She liked it when her potential business partners actually had wits about them or it was too easy to work things strictly to her favor while they just thought they got the better end of the deal.

“We ask that you provide us with the genetic data of the Anglar that you wiped out to secure this world. We would like to repurpose the genome to see if it could help our seapony allies in other dimensions who are having difficulty adapting hippogriff forms.”Wiatr stated with full honesty, since with her experience she found full disclosure often won more business partners than secrecy. That isn’t to say she doesn’t engage in espionage at all.

“So long as they do not come back to haunt us, very well. I’ll make the arrangements. Please return my fiance safely.” Andrew pleaded before Wiatr seized Aliata and Bistonia in her magic and warped them to her womb across dimensions and she cut off the communication with her shrine in time to moan and rub her swelling belly through her magic black form and size fitting dress. The tri-tailed horned slime skaven panted and groaned as her womb filled out with her overstuffed fairies and she even creamed herself a bit in sheer pleasure.

“Unf! Yes~...” The white-colored slime’s belly finished reaching the size of a weather balloon at 8 feet and then shrunk flat thanks to her Navel Pearl. “Hm~. Naughty girls. If one of you weren’t getting married or in a serious relationship at least, I’d just reabsorb you and rebirth you. Now you get to-eep!” The rat woman squeaked when someone tugged on one of her tails before wrapping familiar arms around her waist to press to her back. “Don’t do that!”

“Cocoa does what Cocoa is best at.” The heads on either side of her neck whispered before nuzzling both sides of her head and neck while the center head of the slime cerberus chocolate lab diamond dog nipped and sucked on one of Wiatr’s big rodent ears. “Cocoa needs to double check data. Husbands and wives in another dimension, yes?”

“Yeah, the same one I just finished communing with. If they aren’t back right away, then clearly they decided a set amount of time after they left would be good instead of just popping right on back.” Wiatr shrugged her shoulders up into the throats of her lover’s extra heads. “But that’s not entirely why you’re here. What is it?”

“Cocoa’s contacts say powerful energy signature in Hell. Signature matches data gathered in the Milky Way.” Cocoa said as she pulled Wiatr away from her desk, where she’d been sitting sideways when the call from Andrew came through.

“Right, because of the organization that dares to use the name Cerberus.” Wiatr huffed in disgust that anyone, even a galaxy away and unassociated, would use the honorable and sexy species of demons as the name for their group.

“Cocoa doesn’t care about that. Anyway, energy signatures are spread across the galaxy and not all of the sources are covered by the Argentines yet.” Cocoa continued and Wiatr mewled at the mounting bad news. “Cocoa sorry to bring bad news. Cocoa wants to pleasure wife to make up for it.”

“We may be the Goddess of Sex, but We’re not in the mood, Cocoa. Sorry. Honey doesn’t have a clutch of eggs, maybe you can change that.” Wiatr suggested to her wife and the slime cerberus kissed her cheeks in triplicate before leaving. The horned slime skaven plopped her thicc and toned motherly ass into her seat, sending her b-ball boobs bouncing until she used her hands to stop them.

“Hey babe?” Shining asked as he poked his head into the office. “We’re tired of sex for some reason, we’d like it if we could have a family game night tonight.” Shining said and Wiatr perked up at the concept.

“We still have our character sheet!” Wiatr chriped, her dread forgotten in favor of O&O.

“I’ll let everyone know you’re in. See ya tonight.” Shining left and Wiatr got to work.