Nexus Effect

Ch.145

Now for the worst part of any engagement. “Are they even gonna show up?” Waiting.

“Patience, Falco. They’ll come and if they don’t, well, then we get to move forward sooner.” Fox reasoned with his impatient teammate. The number of Arwings and Wolfens assembled was truly awe-inspiring. With Star Wolf fielding 6 of their bulkier yet no-less effective Wolfens alongside Star Fox’s 4 and Shepard’s 5 Arwings, they had enough high-mobility firepower to decimate most rudimentary military vessels within minutes.

“Wee~!” Ellie cheered to herself as she danced in space, beer bottle in hand.

Then there was that oddball space dragoness that apparently breathed cosmic radiation and spat plasma out in the vacuum wearing nothing but jeans and a crop top to go with arm cannons she currently didn’t have engaged.

“So, what do you guys think of these Arwings?” Paretia asked her squad, consisting of Garrus and the Doom Marine siblings.

“These are absolute beauties of flexibility, agility, with some hefty firepower to back it up.” Garrus complimented as he went through the star fighter’s arsenal, passing the time. “And yet I feel there’s still some potential for it to give, if only I had time to calibrate Nymphia…”

“Calibrate away, Garrus!” Nymphia, his Autobot Arwing companion chirped happily.

“Runner and I are in full agreement with Garrus’s statements. While the Arwing feels good to fly, we wouldn’t mind taking the time to reconfigure some things to play to our strengths and make them even more combat effective.” Hunter spoke to everyone. “Berserker on the other hand, I don’t know, he hasn’t given his opinion, but I’m pretty sure he would take the Wolfen over the Arwing.”

Fox nodded, because while he cherished the Arwings, he admired the Wolfens for accomplishing similar results with such different engine configurations. He also knew for sure that Slippy would love to get his hands on one even if only to take it apart.

“To be honest, I would too. I like how it combines bulkiness into effectiveness.” Commented Soto, the Autobot acting as Berserker’s fighter.

“Is he a loner?” Falco asked since he wasn’t very familiar with these Doom Marines.

“Yeah, he still is. Nobody annoy him and you’ll be fine.” Runner warned everyone, but it felt like it was aimed more towards those who annoy everyone else.

“If you’re all done flapping your chops, we have incoming.” Wolf announced and Fox followed the HUD displayed on his ‘scouter’ eye visor to see Aparoid warp gates bursting open to allow hundreds of their starfighter units to swarm in the direction of the gate. “Star Wolf is on immediate point defense, we’ll be right by the gate, the rest of you are tasked with response since the Arwing has faster boost ratios than the Wolfen, which has tighter maneuverability.”

“Got it. You heard Wolf, team! Let’s get ‘em!” Fox snarled as the adrenaline started.

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Today was not looking to be a good day. “The invaders have infested the debris fields of the defunct Venomian Defense Zone!” First he woke up to his girlfriend and future mate being nothing but an insensate ball of cum attached to the massive penis her desires granted him. “Sargasso Station will arrive within the hour!” Then he bargained with Wiatr to restore his lover, agreeing to the demand for the Anglar genome, which was considered fairly taboo to his people. “Someone ate all of the corn dogs!” Then there is all of this bullshit.

“Quiet!” Andrew Oikonny, former snow monkey, now silverback gorilla, roared with his much deeper voice granting a much more commanding presence. The fact he was now seven feet tall, built like a bodybuilder to the point he stretched all of his bodysuits to skin-tight conformity with each muscle and couldn’t hide the massive bulge of his new genitalia if he tried, made him quite intimidating, at least in his own opinion. “Nothing will get done if you all scramble like ants!”

“Lord Oikonny, we’re responding with the contingencies you’ve instated, but even with the support of the Star Wolf space pirates, without their core leadership here, they don’t have the firepower to be of much help.” One of the bridge crew stated and Oikonny nodded.

“That goes without saying, but we must hold until the strike force assembled by Corneria can deal with the enemy’s leadership. Be glad they didn’t try to convince me that us contributing would be a good idea considering how strained we are on defense as it is.” Andrew replied as he looked over the tactical holographic display in front of his command seat.

“Do you need help?” The voice of Wiatr sleepily asked, as if she were listening in and chose now to butt in.

“As unsettled as I am that you’re possibly spying on me, yes.” Andrew muttered while issuing wordless commands to his fleet, such as pulling drones away from the infestation of the defunct region of orbit above Venom

“Hold on…” After that reply, a warp gate opened nearby, pinging several alarms as a ludicrously massive ship emerged. “Skaven Crusader Corps Dreadnought. Good luck.”

Andrew groaned as he palmed his face while his bridge crew went bananas, which was a semi-racist saying since they were all simians here, but he’s a simian, so whatever. “Great. More things to manage and whatever this will cost on top of the Anglar genome.”

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“Hm, well this is a problem.” Eleanor said as she rode on an Aparoid fighter or whatever it’s variant was called and shot several others with her rapid-fire arm-mounted plasma cannons.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Wolf asked as he blasted a wing of Aparoids that were getting too close the the gate.

“There’s a lot more of them than there should be. Like, this is easily five times the number that should’ve shown up I think. Do you think so too, mom?” Eleanor asked as she speared her unwilling ride with her tail and twirled to dance through incoming plasma bolts. Sure, they wouldn’t have done anything, but she didn’t feel like going through more clothes right now.

“I noticed it too, sweetie. They’re more desperate than in canon. I think us hitting them on all fronts so fast has them scrambling.” Lois observed while Eleanor springboarded off of the warp gate and flipped into a flying dragon kick that crushed the main body of another Aparoid fighter.

“So, whatever they’ve got on the way should be all the worse. What did you expect?” Leon questioned and Eleanor danced around, pinging an SOS since she was getting swarmed too fast. “Hold on, on my way.” Leon responded the fastest and fried several of her harassers as he flew past, leaving her able to counter the remaining five with ease.

“Thanks. As for what we expected, they were supposed to be sending a huge number of high-explosive ballistic missiles loaded with heavy ordinance with only a token force of these guys as the vanguard. Speaking of which, we got through most of these guys, right?” The hyper-busty R63 Ridley asked as she pulled her bottle of beer from her cleavage and sucked more of the amber ambrosia down, spitting even more in the face of physics than her mere existence already did.

“So, the Pup and his new friends will intercept them first and we can get involved if it gets too close or if there’s too many of them.” Wolf reasoned, but further consideration on the matter was delayed once the last Aparoid was destroyed.

“Danger. Danger. Massive Aparoid warp signature detected.” Rob 64 helpfully intoned and pinged their HUDs with the location. “Signature familiar to possessed Core Memory. Shared data from the Alpha Pack’s sensor suite verified. Incoming Aparoid Mothership.” Ellie choked on her beer. “Danger. Danger. Multiple warp gate signatures inbound. Volatile energy signatures detected.”

“*cough, cough!* Say what?!” Eleanor hacked up the beer foam that caught in her throat in time to see the giant UFO-like giant enemy ship appear as well as over a dozen ballistic missiles from the direction of deep space. “Holy shit! That’s way more than in canon!”

“Looks like they’re not taking chances. Good thing our heavy fire support is nearby.” Panther growled as they took off to join the Arwings of the other two mercenary groups in taking down the missiles as the Aparoid Mothership began deploying even more fighters as it worked to fulfill it’s escort mission.

At least until a gunship buzzed the topside of the enemy ship, trailing a high-intensity mining laser along it, slagging shut it’s hangar bays. “Good luck deploying reinforcements you glorified dinner plate! Haha!” Klippa roared over the comms, but that wasn’t the ship’s only means of providing support, so it deployed it’s legs to act as arms and began swinging at enemies within reach while shooting at all targets.

It was at this point that a junker of a space fighter with a rat skull on its nose warped into the midst of the battle and was soon followed by a whole squadron of similarly ratty racers. “Gah, Gah Face the fury of House Skryre!” A raspy and psychotic voice that made the skin crawl roared as these fighters that had no reason to hold together swarmed over the UFO, allowing the locals to easily destroy the inbound missiles without detonating them too violently.

“Oh, those guys. Someone must’ve begged for help from Wiatr if they’re here.” Eleanor commented before seeing three giant warp gates appear. “Uh...how long until our dreadnought support is here?”

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“Ahn~! G-get in me already!” I squealed as I helped Penny push into my undersized cunt. Unfortunately, the hangar was a bit crowded so I couldn’t size up bigger than a small car, which meant my vagina entrance-. “Ah~!” I-is so t-tight~ when it comes to anything bigger th-than a-. “Oh~!” Guh...ah...volleyball and Penny is armored up, with tits alone being over twice that big together. “Oof...oh...I’m so sore~...”

“Sorry, I guess it would’ve been smarter to stay naked and just flow into you.” Penny apologized after getting in my pilot seat.

“Gah, wh-whatever lets, ow, get out there and fight. I want to find a good target.” I grunted as I wondered what aparoid I should try taking over as practice for trying it on their queen. I didn’t have long to ponder since the moment the bay doors dropped Yola and I into space, we saw the situation really did call for us. Even though there are swarms and swarms of ships on the three super missiles, there’s also an Aparoid Mothership to contend with. “Take us in!”

“Aye, aye!” Penny replied and flew me in that direction as I rapidly increased in size until I easily dwarfed the frigate-sized four-legged/armed UFO. “Move out of the way! We’re taking that ship down hard!” Penny announced and our allies cleared the airspace between me and my target. The Aparoid ship saw me coming and turned to have it’s underside facing me, the long spike and four limbs ready to intercept me.

Too bad for it I have four more limbs than it does! I stopped nearly on a dime, an exhausting maneuver, but it let me grapple with the ship as I dug into my Spark for that sensation, the odd sort of pulling that I got when with Runner or Yola. I felt it, but only with Penny in my pilot seat and as great as that would be, that isn’t my objective. I pushed at the feeling, trying to envision it like a lasso and wrap it around-there! “Get ready for a taste of your own medicine, big fella!”

*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*

Obey us, obey us, obey us, obey-.

Oh, shut up why don’t you? I visualised the can of bug spray and sprayed the annoying pests trying to tell me what to do. Better yet, let’s mix in pepper spray. After it started screaming I was able to kick it down a proverbial well and put a lid on the connection to the Aparoid Queen or hivemind, whatever. It seems not even the queen’s minions understand how this all works, just that they do what she says. “I’m not a bug, you don’t seem to be any different from in here.”

“It’s fine, Penny. I’m just feeling out how these things do their assimilation thing, but not even a ‘commander’ like me, well, half of me, knows anything about how it works, just that it does. I’ll have to do this with the Queen, no shortcuts unfortunately.” I replied to my pilot as I examined myself. I didn’t look much different, but I did have much more angular, nearly fractal designs added to my chassis. Oh well. “I’m gonna split, be ready for a fight, because I don’t know what half of me is even thinking, if anything at all.”

“Feel free sis. I helped the others deal with those giant missiles while you were subduing the enemy ship.” Yola responded and I sought out that connection to the Enigma, splitting apart and being faced with an oddly docile Aparoid Mothership, that retracted it’s limbs and maintained a stationary position without attacking. “Did you lobotomize it?”

“No, but I did metaphorically pepper spray and bug spray the connection between it and the Queen. Maybe I severed it from the Hivemind? I know I wouldn’t touch something drowned in either of those.” At least not until it dried and was washed thoroughly. “It might not be permanent, try talking to it.” I don’t feel like trying, because I got no feedback from it while it was part of me. Aside from the constant compulsion to do as the Queen ordered, it was like an empty shell.

“Contact established. The Aparoid Ship is devoid of crew. It is requesting orders.” Rob 64 reported and I hummed at this confirmation.

“It’s just a drone like the rest, everybody. I’d suggest either destroying it or studying it before the Queen takes her property back.” I floated at the ready to blast the ship, but instead I got pinged with orders to stand down. It seems the government wants to study the ship instead of blasting it. At least they know the risks involved beforehand. “That was quick and painless, but now I’ve gotta be checked over for any lingering pests. Take me back in, Penny.”

“Uh, first. I’m curious...can you Combine with me? I felt something...tugging on me just before you did that with the enemy ship.” Penny asked as she guided me in the direction of the EDI.

“I think so. Could we not do it out here though? I’d rather it be somewhere private…” I felt tingly at her even asking. It made me nervouscited at the idea of Combining with her or any of my other wives. It was much more intimate than mere sex. They become me, I become them. I ceased to simply be with them and become one with them. It was why even though I did it with Vinnie, I can’t see her as more than a sexy friend with benefits that I love hanging out with, because I know her so deeply that I can understand her. She and I aren’t meant to be romantic partners, but we’re totally fuckbuddies~!

“Sure thing, but can we try it while I’m already inside you? You’ve already done it in your base form with two people, how about you try it in this form with me inside you to see how that goes?” Penny suggested as I shrunk down to the size of a car once near the EDI and her hangar bay opened for me.

“Yeah, let’s try that once we get to my room. I don’t want Visilia to have any ideas about snatching you away from me before we go through the gate.” I continued to shrink down until I was the size of a large beetle and flew through EDI’s halls to the stairs and then up to the crew quarters. I dodged encountering several people including Ghost and Jack who were chatting about their favorite rock bands before I reached the rooms for us. I then went into my room, which only my wives have direct permission to access.

Okay, now that I’m in the privacy of my room, I felt comfortable sizing up to roughly the size of a person. “Okay Nora. Let’s give it a go.” I didn’t miss the nervouscitement in her tone and I reached out to my Spark-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*

I splashed all over my bedroom floor, my mocha and navy blue slime unprepared for the sudden shift from solid and faux-solid to pure goo. I felt a mixture of panic and arousal, memories of when I first was converted to slime came to me. Trapped in a pressure vessel, immersed within my own body and unaware of what had happened to me. Looking back, I didn’t feel any trauma. Rather, it aroused me incredibly, to know that my body was so amorphous, so fluid, that I was able to be nothing besides a steaming hot puddle like right now.

However, just pooling on the floor of my room won’t accomplish anything, I’m doing this for science! Well and slime sex. Shame on me, fully expecting to go straight to slimy sex shenanigans instead of doing anything else! Tsk, tsk. I need to have a word with myself. Ahem. Hey me! I’m not all sex! Sure, it’s part of me, but I’m more than just sex, me! Now stop being sexy and get to science! Sexy science!

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Okay, so. I’m more of a metroid than before. My goop is kinda hard to keep in one place if I move too fast with my propulsion. Thankfully I can still change form if not conventionally. When I shifted to my base form, my slime seemed to solidify easier and I took on the form of an extra-busty ten foot tall mix of both of me.

Kinda like when I was with Vinnie, only extra gooey. My tentacles were much more malleable too, in both forms. I could change their thickness and use that to either reach further by thinning them or, eh heh, properly turn my breeding tendril into a penis-shape on the end. I licked my lips, hunger filling me and the will to resist was weak, but I managed not to fuck myself. As much as I want to impregnate myself with my own love, I can’t bring myself to do that when it’s so irresponsible.

I have a galaxy to save after all, my own needs take a back seat until I can get the time for it. “Sis? Are-whoa~ looking good!” Yola squealed when she looked at me examining myself for the upteenth time in the mirror of my room and she approached with a lascivious expression.

“No, no. None of that. I’m seeing all the differences there are between me as I am now and other iterations of me. Sex is likely to be the same as when my usually slimy half is going all out, so I wouldn’t really experience anything more on that front by experimenting.” I reasoned with my sister-wife, who pouted and sighed.

“I get you. Do you think you can learn more without field testing?” Yola questioned and I pondered. A weapon is only as good as it performs, you can’t go by specs alone. After all, specs can be deceiving. I would know from building my extensive weapon collection, twice, that you can’t judge a gun by it’s caliber, it’s how you use it.

“No. I won’t be able to just go off of my prior experiences. As soon as we get back to our universe, I need to test this iteration as well as many other iterations of me as I can. That said.” I split from myself and was hugging my wife to my side, the mocha slime vixen nuzzling me.

“Damn do I love you, Penny. I’m glad you worked past those old xenophobic thoughts from when you were younger.” I understood her even better now and appreciated that she loved my personality as much as my body.

“You’re glad? If I didn’t work past it, I’d have never become this sexy beast with so many hot wives and happy with tons of kids on top of it. Speaking of which, the very instant all the warring is done, we are having tons more babies, damn it!” Penny growled in arousal and I giggled.

“They’ll all be slimes you know, not like when you were human.” Yola brought up and Penny cooed as her fluffy slime tail rubbed over her six-pack abdomen.

“Yeah, but that’ll just make it more interesting! Now, hide me so Visilia can’t hoard my gooey hotness in her womb!” Penny then dove for my cunt and I wailed in pleasure as she poured into me. I spasmed and orgasmed as she stuffed herself into my womb and I moaned when she finished. I looked pregnant with quadruplets off of her goo and fell on my ass as Yola laughed.