Nexus Effect

Ch.150

Gnarlhan passed through the portal to the pocket dimension of one of their enemies. A place the enemy thought they could hide from the legions, a false-

Gnarlhan blinked when it felt something other than blood-lust, fear of the Slayers or an undying need to kill. Gnarlhan looked about the beach and wondered what it was feeling as others walked through the portal from their realm and blinked in the same fashion. The great Barons being the most confused.

“What is this? I like it, but it does not feel right. I don’t feel the urge to burn and slaughter.” An Arch-Vile snarled in confusion and hatred. “What realm are we in?”

“A world built by this Chaos Trinity. Puny things that think they’re more powerful than the Demon Lord’s Chaos.” The baron nervously said as it tried walking back through the portal, only to find itself unable to return as breasts grew on its chest. “What is this?!”

“We’re Changing?! How?!” The Arch-vile groaned as it fondled the male genitals that emerged from it’s groin.

“I can’t get back?!” The Baroness wailed as she rapidly became more and more femininely bricc rather than masculinely swol as a voice started chuckling at the baffled and transforming army of demons. They looked to see three sigils staring back at them; an owl, a serpent and a bear. “Release us immediately! Return us to our rightful forms!” She demanded while her tits finished swelling to the size of beach balls, which at her towering height made her seem to scale with most Imperial females and herms.

“How about no? You lot are officially the first demons to not be annihilated with prejudice. Have fun, if you can manage to learn how to be people, we may just let you out under supervision.” One of them intoned before the sigils vanished, clearly having nothing more to say to the changing demons, who moaned, whined and even cried in their confusion.

“What do we do!?” An Imp yelled as Gnarlhan saw a few demons were unchanged and looking on with lust. She felt indignation and fear, knowing what they must have in mind. With a roar, she rushed them, stabbing one of her former fellow Barons through the eye with her surprisingly dextrous shorter claws in one hand, while gouging out the throat of another.

“Kill the Unchanged! They won’t allow us to live, so they must die! Then we can figure things out!” The new Baroness roared with her husky and commanding voice while she led her fellow transformed against their former compatriots, who mindlessly sought to slaughter, enslave and rape them. She wouldn’t allow it!

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“Why did you wait until the last minute to pull us away from the beach, mom?” Phobos demanded from his mother, perched on his gargantuan gurgling nutsack, each testical easily the size of a small weather balloon at five feet each and his phallus was still trickling semen liberally at the tip, where Dongoruas had attached a giant milking tube to his glans to gently milk him.

“You three were having so much fun that I didn’t want to interrupt you.” Dongoruas smirked at her son, who blushed and caressed his left testical where Elesli, the almost entirely fearless Drell woman, was curled up and sleeping off a long night of exhausting sex, soaking in his cum and sustained by a breathing charm cast on her head. In his right testical, much to his deep embarrassment, was his brother-turned-sister Minos, who was enjoying basting in his seed just as much as the alien woman. Curse her! She may even let herself get pregnant like Elesli definitely was. Genetics mean nothing to draconequus, but Phobos wasn’t planning this!

“We also need a few new Chaos Spawn anyway.” Hermais chuckled. “Celly got herself hyper pregnant again from losing control and having Oberon fuck her without any form of protection for several hours straight.”

“Meh ho menono!” A manic yelled echoed from the ocean. Phobos turned his head out the window of the impervious 50s style beach hut diner and saw a square, flat, white doodle with a giant pencil. It ran towards the demons and began literally erasing a mancubus from existence and ‘drawing’ healed wounds over the injuries of the ‘Changed’ demons. “Blah kwee~!”

“Oh no, one of daddy’s old creations is loose again. I’ll round it up after it’s done.” Hermais heaved out a despondent sigh and rubbed her temples to try and alleviate the oncoming headache.

“Granddad made that? Why?” Phobos asked before groaning as the occupants of his balls shifted about. F-fuck~! They’re l-licking the walls of the inside of his magical balloon-like glands and masturbating, stuffing more of his cum into their pussies and-. “Oh~!” His giant penis pulsed and the cock milker siphoned his production away to likely join the mass constituting this Demiplane, but his testicular visitors stayed right where they were, unmoving despite the contractions of the glands around them urging them to follow the cum to his prostate and out.

“To put it bluntly, he has had way too many weird ideas from having delved into mom’s head too many times. Willow is such a kooky woman or rather, where she’s from is so kooky.” Eris informed the cumming and panting stud, who was so naturally hung, she’d considered bedding him and being his cocksleeve for a while, but she had plenty of incredible lovers and felt no need to monopolize Phobos when he had so many mates to look forward to.

“O-oh, fuck.” Phobos moaned as he spasmed atop his now yoga-ball spheres, where his current partners had to curl up tightly, but were still obviously having fun.

“Hm, hey Eris, want to mount my son’s cock and pump our cum down into his balls?” Dongoruas chuckled.

“Ew, no. Frotting is bad enough sis, but urethral insertions that aren’t cockvore are squicky for me.” Eris gagged and Dongoruas rolled her eyes.

“Eh, I don’t mind it. Of course, mine's big enough for it to be really pleasurable. Although, I guess now isn’t the best time, let’s get to work.” Dongoruas sighed and began moving her hands about.

“What are we going to tell everyone else? The Doom Marines, especially?” Hermais questioned.

“About the legion of demons we’re taking from hell for our own?” Eris chuckled.

“Well, yes. The fact that Hell even dared to try and invade our Demiplane.” Hermais rolled her eyes at the bold, but stupid attempt. Thinking their power would outweigh Chaos. Fools.

“Yes, this realm is ours, our rules, our will.” Dongoruas chuckled while she nuzzled her sister and rubbed her groin. “Who should we call? Luna is in trouble, best to not call her.”

“Maybe we should call Berserker first and, you know, get the worst elements out of the way quickly.” Eris suggested while she did some hand motions of her own.

“Somehow, I also get the feeling you would want him to bang our Baronesses through irony.” Dongous wiggled her eyebrows at Eris, making her giggle. Since Berserker and his Crusaders battle against that specific type of Hell Demon that was entirely different from these ones.

“Maybe. How are you doing on locating them in the multiverse, Dongo?” Eris asked her sister, who hummed and nodded as she held up a nearly invisible ball of yarn in her hand with a conspicuous thread sticking out that she pointed to. “Thanks, now then, time for some Time...” Eris pulled on the thread sticking out, which caused the EDI to appear floating just above the ocean. “There we go! Let’s call them up.”

Hermais did the honors while Phobos groaned and grunted in pleasure from his partners continuing to stimulate him. “What the fuck?! You three! We hadn’t finished getting Nexus on board yet!” Visilia shrieked over Hermai’s omni-tool and Dongoruas sheepishly sought out the thread to the Displaced, only to gawk at the tangled four-color mass of thread her power spawned as a visible representation of Nexus and she cringed while Eris winced.

“Uh...rain-check on Nexus for now! I’ll have to put her someplace large enough.” Dongoruas announced and leaned in to quietly hiss to her sister of Chaotic Time. “She’s the size of a fucking planet. I’ll need a star system with no planets if we don’t want her very presence to disrupt gravitational forces.”

“Alright then, so what is the meaning of this spatial abduction?” Visilia demanded as the EDI turned towards the beach. “Does it involve those demons fighting each other?”

“Hell tried invading us. So we made as many of them as possible like this. They’re killing the ones we didn’t change for their own survival.” Eris told them while Dongoruas used her omni to look for a suitable star system to summon Nexus. “We figured you’d want to meet our new toys.”

“Wait, Hell tried to invade this realm of existence? Seriously? There’s dumb, then outright retarded. You don’t try to fight a God or Spirit in their own Demiplane.” Vinnie huffed in disbelief augmented by disgust with such foolishness. “Then again, it hasn’t stopped them from trying.”

“If that’s true, what do you intend on doing with them?” Visi inquired of the Trinity while Phobos grunted and his milker picked up the pace again. “Is that Phobos back there?”

“Yes. Anyway, we were thinking of maybe turning them into badasses and sent after their former allies? Or make them breed Pure Demons untainted by Hell’s Corruption?” Eris suggested as the legion of transformed demons cheered in victory over slaughtering their former compatriots. Thank gosh none of the Changed were Mancubus, those things are beyond disgusting.

“They’ll try to flee the moment they realise we’re here. We have been at war forever, don’t expect things to go over smoothly just because certain events changed through unforeseen circumstances.” Hunter stated with wisdom tempered by experience. “Even so, what do you want us to do, talk to them?”

“That’d be nice and-.” Hermais paused when Phobos keened quite loudly and an arousing *Glorp!* emanated from his cum factories, which had swollen to be even bigger than they were when the sisters brought him into the diner for his safety. “Uh, yeah. Please do something like that while we get Phobos to a Male Milking lounge on Harmonia. We may have accidentally sparked him into being a Cum Cow, especially since Minos is in his balls.”

“Oh~...mm~...” Phobos wordlessly moaned, drool trialing from his lips, down his torso and to his throbbing, pulsing, churning groin where his mates were continuously stimulating his cum production while eating and stuffing themselves with his seed, which aroused him to no end.

“We’re having words later, you three. You knew Phobos was special in that department and abused it. Now, we’ll help with this mess you’ve made, but you’d better get us back out into the galaxy at large soon and get Nexus home pronto and remember the plan.” Visilia demanded before hanging up and the sisters cringed at being reminded of the horrible truth before they vanished from the beach shack diner with Phobos to get him tended to and bring Nexus home.

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I didn’t have much time at all to understand what happened. One moment, Visi was retrieved from within me and I was floating in content about Meteo with the EDI nestled in my cleavage to wait for them to tell me it was time to go. The next moment the EDI vanished and now I’m in the middle of nowhere with a much smaller yet no less bright star than Lylat with only one dustball of a planet in orbit along with a remote research station and one of the rebuilt Mass Relays.

Why am I here? Why am I back home with no warning? I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Star Fox or get their Displaced’s Token so I can visit...oh well. My niece Dongoruas is likely to blame for this and I can pester her to obtain their Displaced’s Token so I can visit later. I’d better-.

“Ksht, unidentified ship, identify yourself and explain your purpose.” A hail from the system’s space station demanded and I blinked at them thinking I was a ship, when right now I’m a space station. I guess it’s hard to tell for them and also I’m on the other side of the star from them. The only reason I knew they were there was my sophisticated astrogation systems detecting it.

“I am Nexus Prime, I have no purpose here. I have been dropped here by spatial tomfuckery. Please advise, what system is this?” I replied while crossing my arms under my bust and assuming a leaning posture as if I were sitting in a comfy chair or couch while facing the star.

“Nexus Prime...registered Super Dreadnought class autonomous warship and mobile shipyard?” The station questioned and I nodded even if they couldn’t see me while I sent them my digital ID. “Checks out. Well then, mind giving us a hand? We’re stranded here and the scouts that went to check on the anomalies on capek have not responded or returned from their observation mission. Communications beyond the system have also likewise been strangled by unknown circumstances. Would you be willing to assist?”

I chuckled before a little toy Arwing appeared in space with a note apologizing for the abrupt spatial repositioning. The only reason I could notice it at all at my gigantic size was the small beacon taped to the toy. I shrugged and stuck it to my fingertip before putting it in my cleavage for safekeeping. “Sure thing. It’s the least I could do, considering it’s my job to serve and protect, even if I’m not a cop or soldier or whatever.” Sure, one of me is a soldier and another a leader of armies, but that’s not me right now. I’m a quirky sexy giant space station, not a soldier.

“Thank you. Please keep this channel open.” The person on the line pleaded and I nodded again, even if he couldn’t see me. I need to remember that not every call is a video call. I don’t even have an omni-tool at this massive size. Speaking of which, I’d better downsize. Being a rapidly moving planet would seriously screw with gravitational fields. I guess that’s why Dongo dumped me here in this nearly barren star system of one star and one planet.

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“I’m not sure how to feel about this.” Vinnie commented uneasily at the sight of the demons kneeling before them, pleading for their lives with fear and resignation.

“Me either.” Hunter said before turning to Bryan. “You?”

“This is fucking surreal. Have we been snorting Warp Dust?” Was the only response their brother could come up with.

“Okay, so, uh, how should we deal with this?” Vinnie asked as she looked over the assembled mass of varied anthropomorphized demons who traded many of their more vile and brutal traits for more natural designs. For instance: all the harsh bone and chitin spurs had been made smooth and if anything, these transformed demons were almost cute and cuddly by comparison.

“Uh, well, maybe they’d like some clothes?” Hunter suggested with a gesture at the over-endowed demons who clearly had no idea what to do with their new body features.

“Alright.” Vinnie sighed before she used Palutena’s Staff of Creation to summon a variety of clothes in free-standing display aisles like an open-plan clothing store. “Hurry up ladies and gentlemen, take your pick. Don’t worry, they’ll fit you.” Hesitantly, the demons slowly got up and looked, tentatively poking at the clothes as if to check if they were going to attack them or not or rather, wondering how to wear them. It was a saddening realization that demons didn’t even have clothes, so they didn’t know what to do with them when offered.

“My gosh, they’re neanderthals.” Bryan facepalmed and shook his head before using the storage cube to remove his armor and clapped to get their attention before taking off his undershirt, holding it up and then demonstrating how to put it on without a word. The demons all gratefully followed his example once finding tops to their liking. Once garbed, he took off his pants and displayed them, then showed them how to put them on. Again the demons followed his example and soon were all clothed in pants or shorts too. “There, that’s better.”

“Thanks bro. I’ll show you ladies how to more comfortably support your boobs and the finer details of underwear later, while my brothers might give you boys tips on the dos and don’ts of managing your junk.” Runner declared when she banished the remaining clothes and put the SoC back in her cleavage. “That said, what are you going to do now?”

The demons all looked to one of the few Barons or rather, the Baroness among them and she stepped forward with an awkward rub of her neck with her right arm which thrust her delicious hyper-busty beach ball breasts forward against her tight T-shirt, which on the 16-foot-tall female cast quite the shadow. “We do not know. We have no prior experience to pull from. We’ve never...felt before, really. It’s all quite overwhelming, to feel things besides wrath, lust or fear.”

“Or a sense of duty to more than our Lords...or are they our lords?” Commented another Baron, one of the two males who unlike the originals, sided with the Changed since they had become slightly less brutish and more handsome along with the other, deeper alterations the Trinity had foisted upon these unsuspecting creatures. “I don’t want to go back. I know that.”

“All that awaits us is torment and death. We can’t go back.” The Baroness sneered down at her breasts and then snorted like a bull. “This, whatever it is, is a chance. To escape, to become more than soulless monsters. I don’t know what has allowed us this freedom, but I wouldn’t exchange this for anything.” She got rousing agreements from the crowd of what were clearly her followers, the two Barons included.

“So, you would say you don’t want to rape, slaughter, pillage and plunder mortals on principal?” Vinnie demanded and Hunter shook his head with a thumbs-up. “Okay then! You all can stay here for now. This place is unique, separate from reality. Every year here is a day in the outside world. We’ll be unable to check in on you, but the Chaos Trinity will be more than capable of doing that. You’ll also be helping us come up with ways to defeat Hell, is that clear?”

“Crystal. Now then...is there food here?” The Baroness asked moments before the demons all shared a loud gurgling rumble of their stomachs. “Because whatever changed us, it didn’t pull energy from nowhere and I suddenly can’t find the steaming corpses of our enemies palatable.”

“Head for that building over there. It’s called a diner, people go to them to eat. Dongoruas has it designed to cater to visitors automatically without her needing to even be here.” Hunter informed them as he pointed at the beach hut diner, which caused the demons to stampede down the beach towards it, the Baroness and her two Barons in the lead.

“At least that’s dealt with. I’m glad Visi opted to stay aboard the EDI or she might’ve had much more complicated questions that the demons couldn’t possibly answer with their limited experience to pull from.” Vinnie sighed and in a yellow flash, brought herself and her brothers back to the EDI’s hangar.

“Considering you didn’t slaughter them, I’m guessing things actually went well?” Visilia demanded immediately, the alicorn demoness’s tail flicking and her bat-like wings twitching. Her full suit of custom armor in the aesthetics of the long-outmoded Sentinel pattern declared that she was ready to leap into the fray at the first sign of trouble. Some of their veterans still wore it.

“Yes. Hopefully this experiment will result in another way to pacify our enemy and even turn them against their makers like these ones did out of self-preservation. It’d be nice to have more than Nexus to rely on in this matter.” Hunter answered as he stowed his armor, Vinnie doing the same, while Bryan simply left them be.

“Hm, how could we weaponize this then?” Tali asked when she approached.

“Get the Trinity to make whatever they did into a spell-matrix ‘grenade’, then fling it into the enemy’s lines to sow confusion and potentially make new allies. They’ve done similar things before, just never any that worked this well on Hell. Maybe Nexus does have something to do with this; she is Hermais’s Displaced after all.” Visilia replied before rubbing her stomach as it roared for food like the demon’s tummies did just a bit ago. “Enough talk, let’s eat.”