Nexus Effect

Ch.23

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit. Damn it. Blast. All kinds of cursing I can’t come up with right now! Faster Nora! I’m working on it! Work faster! I physically can’t!

I’m currently shoved into one of the cleaning supply closets on the lower deck, nude, frantically turning the drone Geth just used before into a quick and dirty mock-up chassis for me to download into! Shape is right, the outer layer is cushy enough to be believable as flesh with an Enviro-Suit covering it. The slap-dash processor and storage upgrade I added on to the black box should be enough space for me.

C’mon. C’mon. They’re not going to let me stay hidden! They have to account for every crew member!

I would have to settle for hoping the eyes weren’t too bright, that I got the shape of my ass and boobs to fit in the suit correctly. “Okay, jacking in.” I worked the cable from my ass to lead to the sternum of the ugly plain vaguely-Quarian advanced drone and-now I’m looking at myself. Optics are good. Systems are fine. Holy shit I feel constrained! “Testing audio. Tweaking.” I quickly ran through some bars of songs as I tuned my voice box to match my voice with as little digital flanging as possible. “Okay, stay here Geth, seal the door.”

“Stay safe, Sister-Mate Nora.” Geth whispered in my voice and she rubbed her womb worriedly as I closed the door and jogged towards the bridge. My synthetic mock-ups of my boobs were quaking a little too much. Not firm enough. Damn it. Hopefully my being Quarian gives them enough reason not to force me to expose any skin.

“Why do they need an inspection?” Paretia asked with a damn shock collar on her neck, acting the part of slave so the Hegemony didn’t try taking claim to us three girls. Krarek handed me one, much to my annoyance, but I’d known this might be necessary, so it was the only reason I didn’t scrap all of the collars when we first got this ship.

“They don’t ‘need’ one. By the way, call me master and grovel at my feet. Bleh, as much as I hate it, the act is needed. If you ‘misbehave, I will use the shock option to make it believable.” He sighed and rubbed his brow. “Marrow dear, sorry about needing you naked and at my feet, but that’s how most Asari are treated. Nora’Feell, you take the maintenance station, look as if you’re sick, legs sore and you have an infection.”

“Basically, look like you’ve been raping me.” I groaned in understanding that a Quarian with an ass like mine wasn’t going to be spared for her health.

“Yes. At least even the admiral won’t touch you if you look like I've been using you already, oh and thanks Nora for pumping them full of seed so their cunts are dripping cum. No Batarian really wants sloppy seconds and with how Paretia looks she’s not likely to be touched.” Krarek paced and visibly was trying to get into the right mindset, considering unlike most Batarians he isn’t a better-than-thou asshole.

“Hey!” Paretia huffed indignantly as she uncomfortably rubbed her naked chest and deflated lower abdomen with my semen liberally coating their vaginas. Normally I’d be aroused at this, but this chassis is incapable of the proper feedback.

“Dear, you have bite marks all over. You already look broken besides your eyes. To Batarians, half the fun of fucking Turians is breaking their spirits.” Krarek sighed as he watched the door at the station end of the docking tube open. “Alexa: have a cleaning drone guide our guests to the bridge.”

“Affirmative.”

“Should I be sucking you off?” Marrow asked with unease. At least she isn’t unwilling to do such a thing with an alien species to keep cover. No wonder she’s the Empire’s first official scout and infiltrator to be sent over, aside from her force of personality.

“No, that would make it look like I was openly challenging the authority of the Officer. You’ll have to blow him if he asks. Same with you Paretia. I can say lower Officers can Biraju, but if a Chief or higher asks, well. Fuck, if over half the crew wasn’t female this would be so much easier! ” Karek grunted in annoyance.

“Why?” I asked as I practiced sluggishly using the console. Damn is using a console like this so limiting. I want my own chassis back~!

“Because Female Batatrian Officers don’t bother with other people's property. Socially it's fine for them, but traditionally it's seen as them tasting lesser goods than what they’ve bought already. Basically, women in Baratrian society hold a lot of power, but they’re expected to have the best male slaves already if they want boy toys or they have poor judgement of male caliber or are saying their husband isn’t good at fucking them or something else about their own males being of bad stock.” Krarek said with annoyance.

“So the guys get a free pass and the gals are expected to be so much better off that they don’t? Lame.” Paretia huffed and laid back on the floor next to the console, looking suitably fucked-out. She didn’t need much help pretending in that regard.

“Actually, the higher status a female has the more they can get away with. I just hope we don’t have a female admiral, but why someone that high-up in the food chain would be interested in the White-Out is beyond me.” Krarek said with fear, then schooled his expression as Marrow turned her eyes down and the door to the bridge opened. “Welcome to my humble ship. To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

In walked, either fortunately or unfortunately, a female Batarian in officer uniform with two guards standing aside. Hot damn, aside from the head, a Batarian female looks exactly like a human female. Convergent evolution much? “Commander Ged'segan of the 132nd BEF Force Recon. I’m here to question where you bought this recently commissioned ship from, Captain Craf’nator.” Her tone was clipped and even, demanding without being outright rude, like a proper soldier.

“I liberated her from a band of pirates on Ekuna. I then turned around and freed most of the slaves they’d collected for political capital to get it fast-tracked to my ownership so I could get off that frozen junk pile with style. Apologies for my bodyguard being rented out and unable to attend, he’s on a job at the moment.” Krarek smoothly replied as he pet Marrow’s head, my lover shivering quite believably as his fingers traced her head tendrils.

“Yes, it says as much. Good work passing off the slaves you kept as crew members, but how is it you’re operating a frigate with less number than even a skeleton crew?” Ged’segan looked right at me and I shrunk in on myself with a shiver. “I see you haven’t wasted her talent by getting her ill.” Damn it! I can’t fake that kind of stuff with this cheap knock-off chassis!

“My engineer is an unmitigated genius with drone VI. Don’t worry, while most of the ship is automated, I refuse to risk her turning the onboard defense turrets against me, so she’s been forced to leave those systems alone. Speaking of which however; how has your pet-catching been going?” Krarek demanded of me in a sickly-sweet tone that made me wish I could feel ill.

“After up-armoring the drone, it’s been able to kill the Pyjaks without getting compromised, sir.” I nervously replied and he nodded in approval at me.

“Good girl. I might just give you more purified Turian food paste rather than force you to suffer Levo-intolerance.” Krarek chuckled, as if me stinking up my suit with tooting was hilarious.

“Very well then. I see no reason to withhold you so long as you have not allowed any Pyjaks onto the station and leave on approved routes. It wouldn’t do to hand this vessel over to pirates again.” Ged’segan snarled in obvious disapproval of pirates having military ships. It was likely an act, considering said pirates were official soldiers on illegal duties. “Good day, Captain.”

With that, the woman left the bridge with her guards following. Once the door sealed we all slumped in relief.

“Can I get dressed properly?” Paretia huffed and rubbed her body up and down. She must be cold without something to insulate her. A metallic outer skin could be detrimental like that. Or it’s those elastitizing pills she took and requested more of.

“Unfortunately no. Not until we leave the system.” Krarek sighed and looked over at me. “You’ll also have to stay like that until then as well.” Fuck!

“Are we going to have a fuck you?” Marrow questioned with concern. “I know you’re asexual and that goes against your nature.”

“Hopefully not. I gave off the impression of being a virile and wily middle-aged freelancer, so I may have to put myself in compromising positions, but otherwise I might be able to pass myself off as polite enough to not sexually assault my slaves when I’m hosting someone.” Krarek stated as he relaxed into the captain chair.

“Good, because I’m not into older folks unless they’re Asari.” Paretia huffed and cuddled up to Marrow for warmth, the currently-full-Asari woman hugging her.

“I’m so glad the Marines and their people have isolated themselves from the Empire’s politics and such. Otherwise they would launch a Xenocide campaign against the Batarians without hesitation the moment I report this.” Marrow shuddered and squeezed our mutual girlfriend.

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Thank the Void we’re out of that pit.” Paretia huffed from her pilot seat after we entered Mass Relay FTL before she stood up and shivered, still naked. “Now I can fucking get dressed!”

“I can get back into my chassis.” I sighed longingly and stood up as well while Marrow morphed into his base form. The fact he can choose not to have genitals made him look like an impressive alien mannequin. “So, we’re going to drop out of FTL in the Typhon and use Hyperdrive from there?”

“Yes, hopefully there is a good Hyperlane there. It would take us another week to get to Rannoch.” Marrow told us with a nod.

“A week to cover that distance unaided by Mass Relay? Dear Void, all governments in this galaxy would wage war to have travel technology that fast and free from the Relay Network.” Krarek commented with shock while Wrekrov provided Paretia one of his spare robes, which she quickly swaddled herself up in for warmth.

“Which is why the plan is to try and encounter the local governments from a position of strength. It’s why we’re going to quickly establish a colony in the hopes of getting set up before looking for locals. Remember that I’m the first organic scout sent ahead with the rest all surveyor droids and droid-run ships to look for a suitable planet to set up on. They have orders to self-terminate upon encountering local sapients and are unable to escape.” Marrow declared before looking at me. “How are you doing, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Awful. This platform is so limited. I can’t feel, taste, smell. I feel all fuzzy and...compressed. I’m going to go get Geth and upload myself back into my chassis.” I stated as I was leaving the bridge to do just that. I can’t wait to be back in my body. I feel horrible for having subjected Geth to this scrap-pile we had to use. The moment we’re on Rannoch, I’m requesting a proper spare chassis. Or two, in case Geth gets carried away and we both end up pregnant at the same time. Wait, I just invoked Murphy! Damn it! Better get three spares then or something.

“Sister-Mate Nora!” Geth cheered when I unlocked and opened the door to the utility closet she was squeezed into. The fact I was able to work on this trash chassis with that womb literally squeezed between the shelves impressed me now that I had the time to appreciate it from another perspective. “Can We assume the interlopers have left?”

“Yes, now let’s get you out of there and me back inside of you.” I declared, grabbing her hands and helping her pull free of the closet with a groan of pressurized metal as she forced her factory of a belly through the door. “So, how does it feel to be in full control of our chassis?”

“I feel like I don’t have enough processing power.” Geth admitted with a disappointed mewl. “If I had a full 1000 Units, I might have enough to fully manage this chassis, but as it stands the most I can do is focus on either limited movement or vocalization aside from the data load devoted to operating the microfactories.”

“...Are you saying you need more programs?” I questioned leadingly and she glared at me.

“We insist that you do not devote your processing power to making more of us! We stand by our initial resolve not to use and abuse you.” Geth declared, only for me to lean against her front and look her in the eyes.

“It’s not using me if I want it.” I growled and Geth actually blushed. Oh hell my chassis is adorable when flustered.

“Ah, We have a...um, metaphorical...boner...in the code.” Geth mewled as she covered her face.

“Then fucking do something about it!” I snarled, reached around her, grabbed the data cable, unzipped my suit and plugged in-.

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“I’m coming for you!” I shouted as I chased Geth’s gestalt through the Matrix. “I want that dick!”

“No~!” Geth wailed adorably, clearly having more fun than she wanted to with this silly scenario. “We need an adult!”

“I am an adult!” I countered and cackled as I cornered her in what must’ve been the edge of this current partition and pounced her, kissing her, mashing our breasts together as I fondled that fucking beast of a penis that was attached above her clit. It was as thick as a water bottle and as long as my forearm tipped with a spear-shaped glans. It was smooth aside from the veins and I couldn’t believe how hot it was! “Oh yes, come to mama.”

“N-Nora~!” Geth whined as I sucked on her tip, tasting the code. It tasted like razzleberries. “W-We don’t know what this will be like. Geth have always been incapable of replication. This will defy a core part of our programming.”

“Fuck your programming! You’re more than just some lines of code, you’re a thinking, feeling person! Now fucking fuck me!” I demanded with a squeeze of her cock and a deep kiss to her lips. This broke a dam and she picked me up before ramming that monster into my hungry cunt! “Fuck~!” This feels somehow better than through a chassis proxy~!

“W-We warned you~!” Geth wailed as she thrust those wide purple hips and thicc booty to drive her dick into the very depths of my blue code. I wrapped my legs around her and bounced as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her hungrily.

“D-don’t care! Transfer that fucking data you sexy bitch! I want your echoes so I can-ahn~!” I came! Ah~ I can’t believe how intense this is! It’s like every single iota of my processing power is being devoted to experiencing this pleasure!

“Hmph, it feels so good~ We can keep going!” Geth moaned before I felt my chassis being moved, clearly Geth felt it too since she paused. “Ah, what?!”

“Oh~ you two sexy bitches.” Came Marrow’s voice before he appeared behind Geth and wrapped his arms around her to grope my booty and I could feel his own bitch-breaker hotdogging her ass. “I could taste you from the bridge! Mind if I join in? Both in real-space and here?”

“Fuck yes! Shove that beast up her cunt!” I eagerly ordered and Geth looked at me fearfully. “Oh don’t be such a pussy!” I laughed as I unwrapped my legs enough for Marrow to close in and Geth keened as he fed his penis to her pulsing pussy, which caused her tremendous tumescence to throb inside of my love tunnel.

“T-too much! C-can’t p-process~!” Geth came! I wailed as my code was flooded with junk data, echoes of the Geth Programs that composed her. I didn’t swell up, but I felt distinctly full and satisfied as she uploaded her spare code into me. I gasped, this ignited something within me. Several subroutines that were lying dormant awoke and began processing the junk data ordering, formatting it, compiling it. I’m digitally pregnant~!

“Guh~...” I spasmed orgasming as Marrow fucked Geth vigorously. I idly noted that the pleasure receptors of my chassis were on overdrive, specifically in my vagina. “So...many…”

“Yes, oh, fuck!” Marrow groaned as he kissed and nuzzled Geth’s neck and shoulders before he chittered and grunted as he began to orgasm. Nothing happened here, but likely on the outside, he was pumping me full of more seed.

System Notification: More biological proteins available, extend manufacturing process for 7 more units? Yes/No

“Fuck yes!” I slammed that button! I want more babies!

“Oh~...” Geth moaned, looking shocked and in awe at me.

Confirmation: Additional manufacturing will require continuous drain of resources, proceed? Yes/No

“Nora!” Marrow yelped at realizing what was going on, but he was blushing and sounded awed.

“I said yes! Give me more of my future husband’s babies!” I slammed the butt-

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‘01011001 01000101 01010011 00100001’

‘Y e s !’

‘Yes!’

“Yes~!” I wailed and suddenly noticed I was awake. I blinked when I realized I was in the engineering bay with a power cable plugged into my ass and standing with a belly so fucking big that it was holding me up. “Oh~. Oh fuck yes~...” I rubbed my titanic light lavender sides and groaned before noticing a tube in my nostril that had silvery fluid pumping through it and into my matter processor. I’m being medically drip-fed Omni-gel. “Oof...uh...hello?”

Nora! You’ve regained functionality! Your processing power has been completely overwhelmed with the initial start-up of the 7 new units you started construction on since you were already bearing the processing load for the first 13.

‘Oh. Well, good to know I didn’t short out!’ I mentally tittered and smiled contentedly as I hugged my car-sized belly.

Also, you just finished making hundreds of Geth Programs in your code.

‘Oh, is that why you sound even more complex?’ Smoother speech, brighter tone.

Yep! Also, now that I’m more capable of it, I’ve decided on a proper designation!

‘Um...what’s with the “I”?’ I asked worriedly of my sister-mate.

Because I’m Yola.