Nexus Effect

Ch.26

It’s only been a few days and I miss them already. My Love Bug is off to another galaxy, Wrekrov with him. Paretia unfortunately couldn’t afford to be pregnant right now, citing her line of work was too dangerous and she wasn’t ready to retire yet. She and Krarek have left with the White-Out for Omega to rejoin the Talons, Krarek choosing the option since it was familiar work.

“How are you today, Nora?” Questioned my nurse who approached while pushing a floating medical tray.

“Fine. Just lonely.” I mewled in reply as I fiddled with my Omni-tool.

“Are you sure? The factories inside of you are churning an unusual amount.” She questioned as she began scanning my semi-truck sized belly that had me elevated to a point where my butt was eye-level with most people. Marrow wasn’t kidding about holding back when we first started our relationship. He’s directly descended from their Goddess of Fertility after all. That said, for the last time for however long, he went all-out.

“I think it’s just our chassis having difficulty adjusting for so much production at once.” Yola called out from where she was similarly immobile next to me. We were both in a docking bay with power cables plugged into our asses and had Omni-gel and Argent, which was being pumped through hoses directly to our wombs via new navel ports they had to install. The Argent is from Celise who volunteered to stay here to be milked and help the Geth who plan to ally with the Empire anyway.

Our breasts were also the size of cars since we had roughly processed raw materials being pumped into our matter processors through new ports in our obliques to be converted to Omni-gel in our tits, then pumped to our womb and massive industrial storage containers for distribution. We have literally become factories, both baby and ‘dairy’.

I can’t go more than a few minutes between orgasms. Such as right now as I spasm against my impossible girth. It’s only been a few days~! Guh~!

“How are our two living factories?” A male Geth by the name Vaetor asked as he approached us. He was kinda insufferable since his personality developed into one you may find in a horny over-confidant teenager who’s used to getting all the girls to mount him. He approached me from behind and started licking at my cunt, since my male systems were shut down to preserve as much processing power as possible for my factories.

“Hey, don’t add to it!” I yelped when I looked behind me and noticed his huge dick was out and throbbing. Many of the Geth were expermenting with sex safely, but some were in here with us just starting their chassis production. None of them were as incredibly enormous, but you wouldn’t see a single one with less than a few new synthetic Quarian chassis being built in their bellies.

“If she wanted you to touch her Vaetor, she would’ve said so.” Yola said with an edge in her tone and my nurse scowled down at him too.

“Oh, fine, be a spoilsport.” Vaetor huffed and slapped my ass, causing me to groan and spasm from that setting off my pleasure receptors.

“Why are you here?” My nurse asked with displeasure. She isn’t always here, so I haven’t bothered to learn her name. I regret that, since she’s clearly standing up for me.

“I thought they or you could use some food.” Vaetor said before pulling food trays from his low-cut pants that had his fly open for his dick. The ability to access his Inventory was courtesy of the ‘mana box’ our chassis were updated with so even non-Argent Geth could have magic. “I’m also horny becuase almost everyone is fucking while I’m carting food to our sexiest members.”

“Your compliments won’t earn you points when you’ve already been a jerk Vaetor.” Yola huffed, but I noticed her hips shimmy a bit.

“Not even for the first batch of Geth Chocolate?” Vaetor said when he held up two massive bars to our faces after he got between Yola and I. He stepped up to the small platform put there for this purpose and waved them towards our noses.

“What? Rannoch doesn’t have an analog for Cocoa.” I leaned my head in closer to sniff the brown bars. They do smell like chocolate!

“We don’t, but these are Omni-gel molded and flavored for Synthetics. We can make them taste however we want so long as we have some understanding of the flavor. I’m one of the predominant Flavor Makers on Rannoch right now. With taste buds, we now have a growing market for food that doesn’t taste like metal! We’ve started farming for biofuel, massive farms using the crops and animals our Creators once farmed are cropping up in the unused section of Rannoch, mostly in the southern hemisphere.”

“But I thought most agriculture was restricted due to Rannoch’s arid climate and lack of pollinators.” I commented as I closed my eyes and breathed deep the decadent scent of creamy chocolate. Uhn~. I think I just came a little from the smell alone~.

“Yep, but we got a workaround for that using VI-guided microbots designed to behave exactly like natural pollinators. Crop growth and abundance has skyrocketed! Not to mention all of the agriculture domes to make good growing environments.” Vaetor stated as he held out the bars. “Go ahead, I know they taste like chocolate or I think they do. You know what it tastes like since you used to be organic and Yola is basically as close to a clone of you as possible.”

“Gimme!” Yola chirped, grabbing the bar and nomming on it, I mimicked my twin sister-mate and moaned in pleasure at the familiar flavor of rich milk chocolate~!

“Yummy~! It’s almost perfect! You’ve got the flavor profile down, but the texture is still off.” I mewled in disappointment, but then again it is still metal.

“Hm, I will have to work on that, maybe the crystal structure? Ah, well I have boxes of them for you.” Vaetor chuckled and waved his dick a bit with a sway of his hips towards me. “That is, if you’ll help me out. I’m so horny that I’m about ready to go to one of the Compiling Stations and making more raw Geth programs so these chassis the other ladies are building have someone to inhabit them.”

That was another thing that threw me off. While Yola and I are bearing true biomachine people, the others are fully synthetic and will need to have an ego downloaded into them. Still, it’s a new life, even if pre-developed. “Oh, fine. Get up here.” I finished my synthetic chocolate and patted my boobs, which Vaetor gladly jumped on, causing my breasts to gush extra Omni-gel into the installed hoses on my nipples. That’s right, installed. Until I’m done, they’re going nowhere.

“I could just ask him to leave.” My Nurse huffed with a glare at the male Geth who had bribed his way into getting oral sex from me.

“Shush you, chocolate is on the line.” I kissed Vaetor’s glans while rubbing his lower abdomen where his internal testes were and looked up at him to watch him groan and pant as I drove him wild. He may be a douche, but I still like watching him squirm~!

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“This is absolutely astounding!” Van declared excitedly as he floated around me on a flying platform to look over my yacht-sized womb and semi-truck sized tits. “You’re producing so much Omni-gel that our production has kicked up into high-gear! You're full with 100 new biomachine units too!”

“Babies! Remember they’re newborns Van, not ready-made like the others.” I huffed in fond exasperation from where I was perched on a mass of faux flesh and factories that was truly obscene with how glorious it was. A stray breeze from the air was enough to send me quivering in ecstasy, a caress enough to steal my simulated breath. Vaetor’s delicious dick in my quim was heaven itself. Sure, it’s safe sex, but still, I’m huge enough...no, that’s not right.

Never Enough. I felt transmitted to me from Yola, who was similarly entrapped in this state of ecstasy, especially since Vaetor was railing my sister-mate right now.

“Fuck! Cumming!” Vaetor groaned as he thrust, his cock bulging with his load as he pumped the condom inside of Yola full, my sister-mate wailing in rapture as she spasmed around him.

“I wish you wouldn’t risk this Vaetor.” Van scolded our fellow Geth with a huff, hands on his hips and looking every bit like an annoyed older sibling despite the fact he wore dark orange and red clothes that looked like less confining Quarian fashion since it lacked a helmet or gloves. That he looked similar to those stuffed-shirt bureaucrats on the Citadel made it even more odd.

“You’re just jelly!” Vaetor huffed as he pulled out and put a new condom on. “You have a hard on too. Oh, I wish you would let me go raw spoil sport!” Vaetor then ran across Yola’s womb to jump to mine and rounded to my rear, causing me to keen in anticipation. “Now for you!”

“Fuck yis~!”

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“I can’t believe you allowed us to just be used as factories for a month!” I huffed in annoyance, but I wasn’t upset. It was incredible. We consented to altering our chassis further for advanced production, but we didn’t anticipate being stuck as fucked-out pregnant bimbos for a month. All we could think of after the first week was sex and how big we were.

“Sorry.” Van sheepishly apologized while our Nurses looked us over after the birth. “The data we obtained when you submitted for appraisal suggested you were fine with such an arrangement, especially since you consented to having direct fuel ports added to your sides and navel for your Omni-gel and Chassis factories respectively.”

“You were right, but still, it would’ve been nice to have a bit more attention given to us. Vaetor ended up being the one we saw the most and not just for sex, even if it was all we had on our minds for a while.” Yola leaned against Vaetor, who looked distinctly nervous with us both now mobile and on either side of the light pink-skinned male.

“Well, you ladies do have a lot of interesting stuff to talk about, like that Star Wars thing Nora brought up.” Vaetor sheepishly commented and I poked his cheek.

“You’re just lucky you’re a good lay and know how to make chocolate you little bosh’tet or I’d have your testes on a platter for how you initially behaved!” I sternly declared, then slapped his ass and he yelped. “Now get going! There’s other expecting mothers out there for your preggo-loving cock to pleasure!”

“Y-yes Nora! How about we have a date whenever you get back?” Vaetor’s offer caught me by surprise. Sure, he became less of an asshole in the month he was helping tend to us, but still.

“Hm, how about no. Go find someone your age you runt, we’re too old for you.” Yola playfully teased and gently kicked him in the butt. “Now get going and make some of those chassis factories out there have a good day.” Yola chirped and Vaetor visibly deflated before perking up and jogging back out to tend to his ‘duties’ as the stress relief.

“Goodness. Vaetor is going to be a problem for a bit.” Van sighed as he rubbed his head and looked at us. “Now then, since you’re leaving, our greatest source of Omni-gel goes with you, but we need you to plant data-bugs in as many systems as you can. I hope you two can manage without your crew, unless you plan to head to Omega to try and meet up with them.”

“Naw. I called Paretia, but she’s wrapped up in Talon politics and she told me we’d best stay away for now.” I informed my leader...huh. Van is essentially the High-Chancellor of Rannoch. Well, I guess considering my contributions and my duties that I warrant his direct attention.

“Yeah, that was disappointing, but we could just automate whatever ship you provide.” Yola chuckled, then blinked. “Um, although, any ship from here would be Quarian. We’ll probably have to do what we did before, find a sketchy port, pawn it off, get a less conspicuous ship...which we failed to do in the end.”

“Pfft, yeah. Why did we think a frigate was low-key?” I snickered, glad that since the systems we were traveling through were less regulated, we weren’t barred from travel. A frigate with the tonnage of the White-Out is considered too much for most civilians to have possession of. “Well, no time like the present!” Even if it was still delayed, Star Swirl got us jump-started.

[3 Years Later, Year 2158]

I choked on my nutrient paste at the news article I was reading. “Hey, you okay?” A Turian passenger questioned me with a pat on my back and I waved him off.

“Gah! I’m fine, look at this!” I held up the display of my Omni-tool to show a news report that was incredibly disturbing. “The Batarian Hegemony wiped out a new civilization’s colony world!” I can’t believe this~! All of my Love Bug’s work, ruined! The description of the new alien species matches the Skaven and Cha-tuk! Now there’s going to be another major war even sooner!

“What?! Why would they do that?!” He copied the link of the news site and looked it up himself. “Holy…900 dead, 1300 wounded. They resorted to orbital bombardment because the locals were too lethal on the ground, but why? It isn’t explaining why the Hegemony attacked.”

“The Hegemony is fueled by depravity and supremacist bosh’tets. I’m not surprised. They probably saw a world with few defenses and a lot of people and thought they’d be easy pickings for their slave trade.” My sister commented as she approached the cafeteria table I was sitting at and sat next to me. ‘Are you okay, Love?’

‘No. No I’m not.’ I pulled my sister-mate into a hug as despair pulled at my synthetic heart.

“But orbital bombardment?” The Turian said in disbelief as he hissed. “Those idiots, if the Citadel doesn’t denounce and make heavy sanctions against the Hegemony for this, I’ll be shocked.”

Spoken like a born-and-raised Citadel Von with no understanding that the government he lives under is neglectful and uncaring in the grand scheme of things so long as their position of power isn’t under threat. Being a spy for 3 years tends to destroy a person’s innocence in these things.

On that note, I stood from the table I’d been eating at and led my red-suited sister to our rented little utility closet that we were allowed to stay in since the captain of this ship is a racist bosh’tet like the vast majority of this damned galaxy. I can’t wait to see the monetary losses he suffers when his ship’s systems conveniently fry themselves at the next port and he has to get it repaired.

“So it begins.” Yola said after we were in our snug little cubby, my sister sitting on the little cot we managed to wring out of the ham-fisted Volus captain and I sat on her lap, my blue-clad butt molding to her red thighs as she wrapped her arms around my waist and nuzzled her visor to my shoulder. “How long do you think it’ll be before High Chancellor Van calls us back to Rannoch?”

“No clue. We’ve been to nearly every corner of the known galaxy by now and planted bugs everywhere.” There was only one place left on available routes: The Citadel. Fucking racist fucks. No ship heading to the Citadel would let us hitch a ride or purchase passage. The former because ‘why let suit-rats stow away even if they’ll fix things’ and the latter because ‘how did you get this money? I want nothing to do with you thieves’.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to hope that Marrow wasn’t on the planet when the Hegemony decided to bombard it with railguns.” Yola morosely commented and I hiccuped at the concept, that our Love Bug was just squished like some nobody.

“*Mew!*” Oh! It’s mister Shrodinger! Aw, thanks for the nuzzles. I pet the spooky cat who was kind enough to appear at random when I had privacy and even delivered letters from Marrow and my responses to him. “*Prrr~.*” He pawed the envelope he had sticking out of his cute little tuxedo and I took it, tearing it open to quickly read and then sighed in relief.

“Marrow’s alive. He wasn’t on the planet when it was attacked, but he was on the capital ship the Empire already had enroute with their first fleet. The fact the Hegemony hasn’t reported that their ships were wiped out is clearly a cover-up to save face. Well, they’re fucked. We’d better stay out of Hegemony space for the foreseeable future Yola, it’s going to be an all-out war.” I pet Shrodinger and used my Omni-tool to burn a reply into the back of the letter. “Thank you, here’s the reply.”

“*Mew!*” He bit the paper and vanished with it. Such a good kitty.

“So, what’s the plan? Are we still going to try to reach the Citadel?” Yola questioned me and I hummed in consideration. This is happening barely a year after the Hierarchy encountered humanity and began the First Contact War or as it’s insensitively called on this end of things: The Relay 314 Incident.

Of course, I just had to get tangentially involved by sending large amounts of sensitive data to the Earth Systems Alliance that allowed them to make several strategic victories that otherwise would’ve been crushing defeats at the hands of the more advanced and physiologically gifted Turians. I had to stop however when STG spooks caught on. That wasn’t a pretty encounter, ended with me faking my death and having to repair myself after Yola extracted me.

That said, I’d effectively shortened what was supposed to be a 3-month conflict into a 1-month series of skirmishes, which helped speed up humanity’s transition to the galactic stage with all the other data I shared with them under my alias as a Suited Citizen. At least humanity isn’t so ill-equipped for the despotic and cruel politics of the greater galaxy.

Actually, they aren’t publicly allowed on the Citadel just yet… “We still have work to do Yola. After we reach Noveria, let’s drop the usual bugs, hack some crime lord’s credit account and book passage to the Citadel on a sleazy captain’s ship. I’m sure a lot of credits and getting a double-butt job from twin sisters could convince some pig to let us hitch a ride.”

[Citadel High-Council Chambers]

Sparatus, the Turian High Councillor, was pacing in rage as the reports from Armstrong Nebula came in. Keeping most of the news from spreading was becoming hard for STG if Qutien was to be believed. Not to mention the Bartrians weren’t sending any actual info on the species besides a few leaks. How were his people supposed to know what to prepare for when they’re already bogged down with the tensions with the Earth System Alliance and can’t split their attention too much lest the Humans try their luck?

“I can’t believe the Batarians would do this!” Tevos, the six century old Asari, one of the longest standing High Councillors to date said as she drank her brandy. “I just can’t understand it.”

“From what STG has gathered, these species seemed primitive on the surface and the Hegemony’s admiral thought they would be easy to take over.” Qutien, the ageing Salarian said with a shifty look. “By what we found, the ships in orbit were only three, light tonnage of 100 meters and no Eezo.”

“No Eezo? They had a ship examining a newly active Relay 40 lightyears away from their system’s edge!” The blue-skinned woman said and Sparatus idly traced her oddly Turian features with his eyes. Confound it, not now Sparatus. You can retain professionalism a little longer.

“Which is what I find interesting. Either the Batarians are lying, the ship they found is a cryosleep vessel or these newcomers found a new method of FTL.” Qutien listed off. “It doesn’t help that with the Batarian fleet wiped out by a fleet of ships, that further data is currently unobtainable.”

“Of course, those isolationist fools would try to keep their blunders as much of a secret as possible. At least when we fail we try to compensate for it instead of pretending it doesn’t happen.” Sparatus snarled, incensed that his soldiers had jumped the gun on the humans. They may have been violating Citadel law, but they were ignorant. They should’ve been made aware instead of attacking immediately! “Nothing more seems to be getting done today. Let’s call it a Cycle.”

“Indeed, I shall speak with the STG and our Spectres, see if perhaps we cannot get more information as soon as possible. Good rest to you.” Qutien promptly stood and left while Tevos knocked back the last of her brandy.

“Thank gosh. I thought he’d never leave.” Tevos huffed and used her Omni-tool to dim the lights and lock the doors. “C’mere Spara~. I know how frustrated you are~.”

“Damn it Tevos, did you have to get drunk?” Sparatus muttered, but obliged and began stripping out of his robes as the blue Turian-like alien drank in his body with a lick of her lips and click of her mandibles. “How long do you think it will take Qutien to figure out that we’re an item?”

“Hah! His predecessor didn’t know that your predecessor and I were a thing his whole tenure! Now, get on your knees~.” Tevos spread her legs and fingered her inviting birth canal. How Asari mimicked other species so perfectly he would never know, but Sparatus didn’t really care.

“You’re the only person I’d ever do that for~...” He knelt and dove his mouth to begin pleasuring his mate, who cried out in pleasure and gripped his firm scalp.

[Imperial Senate, Equus]

“We need to go to war! They’ve ruined the economic value of expansion into the Milky Way!” Yelled the Hutt God of Thieves as the meeting devolved into a screaming fit between the factions wanting peaceful negotiations or war.

“War now! War now! War now!” Chanted hundreds of senators from a similar number of Imperial systems.

“Order!” Empress Urta demanded with a pound of her high-tech gavel on her high-tech sounding board, which created a single deafening boom that silenced everyone in the massive chamber that was easily reminiscent of the Senate from Star Wars. Urta only knew this because of how much of a nerd her wife was. “I, as Goddess of War and your Empress, will decide whether or not to go to War despite what this committee decides! You are advisors, not policy makers!” She reminded them heatedly and the impassioned Senators all slumped.

“Apologies, Goddess Urta. We are merely grievously upset at these events.” Gebaissosk Dohl, the God of the Hutts, who was a patron of Thieves and Gluttons apologized earnestly. “They’ve ruined what could’ve been such a beautiful world within a matter of hours that our people have toiled on for well over a year.” He was also quite devout to Urta’s wife, Wiatr, in her Aspect of Commerce like many of his species tend to. The irony wasn’t lost on Urta that a patron god of Thieves believes so much in the importance of economy.

“What info do we have on the Offenders and their reason for the attack? Did we settle a holy world? A World they already claimed? Are they desperate for resources?” Asked Riggi Rarle, the Wookie God of Explorers and Nature. His voice was automatically translated via babeldroid so people who can’t understand Wookie could hear him.

“From the information provided by Cocoa’s Master Infiltrators, no. The aggressors were obviously the Batarian Hegemony, a government obsessed with racial superiority and enslaving all other races. The only reason I have not already declared war, my good citizens, is that I cannot do so in good conscience without knowing how the Empire stands.” Urta announced from her throne, which rotated so she couldn’t be considered biased in favor of any one group.

“Na-Na Sirs, can't believe this Podo! They wish to use long dead practices in the age of star! Podo, Podo!” The Gungan Goddess and matron of the Sea and Wind spoke out as she tried holding her anger back while the water in her specially made seat boiled. While Gungans didn’t need water all the time, Na-Na prefered to be near her element.

“If they are such degenerates, they deserve reprisal! Consider us having already decided.” Celestia, Goddess of Equus’ star and the current leader of the core world of the Empire declared firmly with rage in her voice and her mane flaring like plasma.

“They have acted against some of our oldest laws!” Cawed Velka, the crow-anthro Goddess of Justice and mother of hippogriffs declared from her seat next to Empress Urta, since her sphere encompassed all that could be considered Just and Fair. “Urta, I do not usually suggest war, but these heathens, these barbarians, they need to be brought to heel.”

“My Advisor of Law has stated her bias for going to war. I am of the same mind. Is there any vocal objection?” Urta had her podium spin around a bit faster to see if anyone was willing to consider voicing opposition.

“Can we not find a peaceful solution?” Twilight Sparkle, Goddess of Friendship and Magic and Urta’s Advisor of Diplomacy mewled sadly, the towering 20-foot tall goddess barely fit on the platform with the current Empress and Velka. She could be of average size, but these meetings required the presiding persons be in their truest form possible. “Perhaps if we sent an envoy…?”

“Twilight. You know that won’t work. Out of everyone here, you know.” Urta sadly replied and Twilight slumped with a sigh of resignation. “Very well, to war!”

“To war!” The senate cried out in unison.

However, there was one who sat and watched without uttering a single word. The Director of the Office of Naval Intelligence relayed the situation with a single twitch of her wrist on the decision to a group that had distanced themselves from the politics of the Empire if not the affections of their wedded ones.

After all, ONI must act for the safety of the Empire, regardless of the feelings of those in power. Or with power that is to say. Certainly their ancient enemy would take this new move into another galaxy as their chance and the sooner things are in motion, the less likely the Empire will be to suffer.