Nexus Effect

Ch.45

“Thank you for coming.” Oh you bitch. “Hm? You’re oddly quiet.” You fucking-! “Oh, right, hold on.” Medulla shifted from looking exactly like Marrow to being what I can think of as her default state, default gender too. Wipe that teasing smirk off your face you-. “You have it so hard for my little brother that it’s adorable. I just had to see how furious or happy you’d be seeing him here.”

“So why are we here if not for you to torment us?” Yola asked in restrained anger. She’s just as special to Marrow as I am and he is to us. We miss him and this bitch had to mock us.

“Um, why are you two so upset?” Tali asked worriedly and Medulla tittered from behind her desk.

“Because I took the form of my little brother, who is basically their husband. Currently he’s just their husbando since they haven’t made it official, but when you have 220 kids with someone, it’s definite.” Medulla purred with lustful eyes raking over us and although I appreciated the compliment, this bitch could shove her fake dick into a sausage grinder. “Oof, sorry. Wow you’re upset.”

“What? Is. It?” I demanded, trying not to think of how lonely I felt now, that my lover, the father of my children is-. “Thank you.” Medulla was spitting up green nectar into a bottle and my wrath faded away.

“I’m sorry for doing that. At least I know you really do Love him. He can’t stop asking me to check in on you, won’t stop gushing over your kids, even if they are already functioning adults. Artificial changelings. Absolutely astounding. They can do everything we do, but don’t need to eat emotional energy. I’m so happy to know they’re doing well, but I wish he would talk about something else that wasn’t his kids or politics.” Medulla sighed and gestured for us to sit.

“So, why did you call Nora here?” Tali asked as she sat in the center, where Yola and I preferred to keep her. She’s safest with us on either side. Also, the color gradient must be maintained! Purple is the blend of my blue and Yola’s red.

“Because we’ve managed to broker diplomatic talks between the Empire, Geth and the Migrant Fleet.” We all perked up at Medulla’s words, but she held up her hands to stall our excitement. “But, it is tenuous. The Migrant Fleet refuses to host for obvious reasons, the Empire can’t host because we are still in the process of converting the former Hegemony into a functioning government, as much as Princess Twilight really wanted to be involved.”

“Oh?” We asked in unison, the three of us looking between one another.

“This is the sort of thing Twilight Sparkle lives for. She dreams of the impossible: universal peace and Friendship. However, she’s needed on Khar’shan to keep things transitioning smoothly. The remnants of the old guard aren’t so quickly letting go of their falsely-claimed superiority. Though her bitch-slapping one like a truck was fun to watch.” Medulla sighed and looked meaningfully at me…

“Oh no…” I moaned as I leaned forward and put my head on the desk, my visor clacking.

“I’m afraid so, since as a Spectre; Shepard has authority to help broker peace in the name of the Council and Citadel Space is essentially neutral ground. I’ve already sent the request through the Council, who in the face of the Empire are considering redacting several laws regarding AI and genetic augmentation.” Medulla looked meaningfully at Tali who leaned away.

“Wha-?” Suddenly, Tali’s visor was tugged off by a suction-tipped octopus-like green-blue tentacle that erupted from under the desk. “Eep!” Tali covered her face compulsively before panting and calming down while Yola and I leered disapprovingly at Medulla. “If I wasn’t modded that could’ve been a death sentence for me!”

“Good, because you’re part of the evidence the Migrant Fleet would demand to prove that the Geth weren’t lying about aiding your people’s failing health. That said; can you get out of the suit permanently yet?” Medulla asked as she returned Tali’s visor and she clicked it back into place.

“No. She’s got a couple weeks of treatment left.” I replied as I looked at Tali’s DD-cup chest, knowing she’d be bigger by the end made me oddly aroused.

“That is too long. Is the mod safe to take in higher doses?” Medulla questioned urgently.

“Yes, but it would involve pumping her up like a balloon-.” Yola was interrupted by Medulla grunting in arousal and her already huge basketball-sized boobs swelling with her lust.

“Fucking hot, yes, do that. She needs to be able to get out of that suit permanently within two weeks for the summit. It will be held aboard the Normandy in orbit around Bres. You three have your fucking orders, so feel free to get started right here, or go ahead and get back to your ship before you get busy.” Medulla purred and I joined Yola in grabbing Tali’s arms and dragging her away from the dangerous sexual predator.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“So you need to cooperatively fuck her so much she basically has to become a quarian balloon full of milk and or cum loaded with the gene mods so that she’ll become an Uber-quarian?” Penny asked with a bite of her lip and squirming where she sat on her bed while Tali paced as Yola and I informed her of the whole situation, not just the official stuff she already received from the Council.

“Or she could just gorge on milk. It doesn’t have to be from sex. We have plenty of it stored up.” Yola insisted and we looked at Tali, who held up her hands nervously.

“I-I’m okay with that, since to milk it from your penises would take more time and occupy you both too when I could be the only engineer MIA. We’ll need a reasonable explanation for why I’m unavailable even so.” Tali did have a point. As fun as it was to administer the mods through our male genitals, it’s just sensible that she gorge on milk instead.

“I could just say we need you to prepare for diplomatic reasons. Your father will be there as the quarian representative from the Admiralty Board since he’s the foremost expert on how Geth used to be.” Shepard suggested and Tali sighed.

“That’s not enough. That combined with something else. Maybe I’m sick? No, if we say that then my father will deny our claims even if I’m fit as a fighter on arrival and he hears about it.” Tali grumbled and went back to pacing.

“Most of the ship is ignorant to quarian customs. Maybe you can cite that since you’re on your pilgrimage, you need to isolate yourself and ensure what you have is ready to be presented?” I suggested and we all looked at each other to see if there were objections.

“Hm, that could work.” Tali said with a tilt of her head before the intercom to Shepard’s room rang.

“I have your meal Commander. Kaidan said you rushed here before you could eat.” Marta said through the intercom and we looked at each other and Penny got a dirty smirk on her face. Yay! Sexy kitty is about to get pounced!

Matra walked in with her tail tucked in and we saw why. The cat had a raging boner between her hind legs as she marched a tray of food to Shepherd’s desk. “Hey there Martra. You seem a little tense.” I teased and she flinched.

“I smelled Shepard’s arousal down the hall…” Martra mewled and adorably wilted. “I don’t want to get in the way of your personal time. Besides, I’ve been ordered not to hamper Tali’s progress in any way and sexing you counts as distracting her from imbibing the mods.”

“Aw…” The four of us whined and Martra chuffed.

“Hey, I don’t like it any more than you do, but I have a duty to ensure Tali get’s healthy. Now, I’m leaving, you four get busy with making Tali the healthiest and strongest quarian in history.” The tiger-taur Cat-Kut throatily purred before making her way out, her penis starting to slowly retract. Right, the medical report said something about Cat-Kut having specialized muscles to forcefully withdraw the penis in case of a predator attack during coitus.

“Well then, I suppose I’d best get to our room. You two get the milk ready if you don’t already have it prepared. I’m going to be dragging my work on the old Geth mobile platform to our room so I have more claim to isolating myself.” Tali slapped Yola and I on the ass when she passed between us and we giggled as she left the room.

“I’d prefer if you stayed and helped me work out this arousal, but considering the situation, I’m afraid I’ll have to Order you two to report to your quarters and get to work.” Penny sighed and groped her left breast. “Now get out of here before I lose my self control.”

“Okay.” Yola and I purred before moving out in a rush.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Hey, where’s Tali?” Garrus asked when Yola and I joined the majority of the ground crew at our habitual corner table.

“Oh, she’s obsessively tinkering away on that old Geth platform in our room. Since she’s going to be meeting her father when we host the summit, she wants to have enough data worthy of a pilgrimage tribute to the Migrant Fleet.” I informed him and the others who were listening. It even had the caveat of being true. Although Tali looks pregnant with all the milk she’s chugging and keeping her fluid pouch stuffed with, she’s still tinkering at that old outdated thing.

“Don’t worry about her starving or anything, that was part of why Shepard brought that dextro canister to our room.” Yola added on, which, in a roundabout way, was also true.

“Really? We thought it was just because the Commander had an odd fetish involving food paste.” Wrex crassly joked and everyone snorted while Shepard leered at everyone without amusement.

“Very funny. Now then, I’m sure you all got your tasks from your daily duty lists?” Shepard asked and everyone nodded. “Good, I have something personal to take care of, so I’ll be out about the Citadel today. If you need me though, feel free to call. Have a good day.” Shepard got up after finishing her breakfast and I shared a worried look with Yola. Penny usually wasn’t that clipped.

Then I remembered. Oh. She was a hoodlum in her youth back on earth. She’s probably being blackmailed by the Reds. She’s an adult, I trust in her doing the right thing, even if the game gave you no right thing to do in that situation; this was reality. There are more than two ways to handle any problem.

Since Yola and I were still stuck consuming food paste tubes, it was quick to finish breakfast, bid everyone a good day and we headed to the hangar. My precious baby was being shipped off to the cruel heartless dissection of the ESA engineering corps. They may have the blueprints, but they need to destroy her to accurately reverse-engineer her even with those schematics. Seeing is better than simply reading after all.

“I don’t envy the feeling of watching your work being hauled off for destruction Nora, even if it’s going to be replicated.” Adams patted my back as I watched the ESA soldiers drive the Nomad out of the crowded hangar of the Normandy. “Soon enough she’ll have given life to a whole new fleet of luxurious scouting vehicles.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, sad that I wouldn’t get to drive her more, but happy that she’d be bringing more of her little sporty cuties into the universe. Oh gosh, I’m treating her like she’s my child. I need to find an excuse to go home soon and see my actual children, even if they’re spread across Rannoch and I can’t possibly visit all of them.

“Now I need to design something. You may be the big-time tinker between us, but I’m sure I could come up with something.” Yola declared and I shook my head.

“You don’t need to compete with me, Yola. You’re the software specialist and I’m the hardware specialist. If you didn’t write the coding for the Nomad it wouldn’t have been half as good as it turned out.” I didn’t like that Yola felt unappreciated. I let her know all the time that I’m thankful for her, yet she yearns for the acknowledgement of others.

“You wrote the coding on the sensor suite?” Adams asked Yola and she nodded. “Why didn’t you speak up? I attributed that to Nora! Now I need to redact and update that. I refuse to let your efforts be ignored.”

“O-oh. Thank you Lieutenant Adams. I’m just so used to working in Nora’s shadow that I guess I forgot to bring it up.” Yola admitted and I felt bad that she felt like she was working in my shadow. I’m not that great, Yola…

“So you’re the one who got the droids in order too?” I slumped at Adams’ question there. I was so happy over the droids I didn’t even consider Yola’s part in their programming. I handled the firmware, yes, but she did the software. “You two need to properly credit your work. Don’t just give Nora all the credit, Yola.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant Adams.” We apologized in unison and I held Yola’s hand with a squeeze of apology that she reciprocated.

“Good, just don’t do it again. Now then, what’s all this business about Tali needing to isolate herself from-?”

“Get back here!” Wrex yelled as he ran after a Varren coming in from the Citadel dock. The alien dog was chasing a rather big Chihuahua that was yapping its head off. “Don’t bite my pet!”

“Wait, which is his pet?” Yola asked in disbelief as I sighed in relief for the distraction hopefully derailing Lieutenant Adams from asking about Tali.

“What I’d like to know is what he is doing off of the Normandy. He’s at risk for political assassination.” I grumbled as I headed off the chase, scooped up the chihuahua and kicked the massive beast chasing it in the snoz so hard it did a flip. “Wrex! What in the absolute Void are you doing off the ship?!”

“*Gasp, pant, wheeze*” Was Wrex’s immediate reply as he came to a stop and bent over to catch his breath, patting down the scaly beast that was big enough to swallow an ostrich egg whole. “You’ve been a bad Varren, Snuffles! Sleep it off!” He snarled and stepped around to gently take the shivering little dog from me, who gladly licked his face once in the collar of his armor. “Yes, you’re safe now, Runt.”

“Did you seriously adopt a vicious violent alpha predator that even attacks krogan as well as a chihuahua? What were you even doing off of the ship?” Yola asked incredulously as the ‘fishdog’ woke up from the kick to the face I gave it and panted as it sat like it was pretending to be a good doggo.

“I was talking to this couple on the presidium that was debating on keeping a baby after the father died. The late father’s brother was talking to the widow about it and I told them to keep the kid and shack up since they seemed to like each other.” Wrex replied casually as he nuzzled his chin against the little dog that was maybe the size of a small terrier who was gladly curling up in the scoop of his armor.

“Where do the dog and the fishdog come in?” I demanded irritably as the massive warbeast sat next to me and wagged it’s thick saurian tail. I don’t care how you try to endear yourself to me, I’m not petting you.

“I found some idiot trying to keep Snuffles in a cage and told him Varren were likely to break out of such flimsy things to kill their captors. It happens on Tuchanka after all. They’re best allowed freedom and treated with a mix of firm discipline and affection. I found Runt on the way back after that and decided I wanted her, but Snuffles saw a meal and you know the rest.” Wrex approached the massive beast and hugged it to his chest, the alien lizard-dog’s tail whacking against the floor of the hangar gleefully.

“Are we even allowed to have pets?” Yola asked Adams while I petted Runt in Wrex’s collar. The quivering little girl seemed cold rather than afraid in the collar of her savior while her other savior gave her pets.

“If the Normandy was merely an Alliance ship, no. They’re messy, take up space and resources. But, as a Spectre, I’m pretty sure Shepard is allowed to do whatever she wants to her ship so long as it doesn’t endanger the crew. This beast though, it’s obviously dangerous. I’ve heard of Varren, they’re vicious things. The krogan and batarians train them as warbeasts.” Adams eyed the natural killing machine warily.

“That was my plan. This fella obviously has at least some prior training before being sold to that idiot I bought him off of. It won’t be hard to feed him since Varren are omnivores and eat Levo since they’re from Tuchanka. Also, despite how ravenous they behave, they don’t need much food, especially if they’re not doing much running around. I could keep him in the hangar.” Wrex reasoned and Adams groaned.

“I’ll bring this up to the Commander when she returns. Just keep it from hurting anyone or breaking anything and it can stay in the hangar for now. If you’ll excuse me, I have a Drive Core to get back to monitoring.” Adams excused himself from this silly scenario and I sighed in relief that at least for another day I don’t need to deflect his curiosity away from Tali. Speaking of which.

“I’m going to go check on Tali, do you want to come with me, Yola?” I want to get as far away from the varren as possible.

“No. I’m going to stay and get to know this big fella.” Yola declared as she pet the warbeast and I shrugged, leaving them to the dogs.

Thankfully I didn’t have to wait for passerby to leave when I reached our bunk room and entered the code we put on the lock before entering and locking the door behind me. “Are you doing okay, Tali?” I questioned as I looked over the room and saw she wasn’t here, so I knocked on the lavatory door. “Are you alright in there, Tali?”

“Occupied.” Tali groaned miserably and I didn’t hear vomiting. Oh. All that milk would not be gentle on the digestive tract, even if it isn’t Levo. Shepard was fine drinking it so it wasn’t Dextro either. Yola and I still don’t fully understand how our chassis fluids work.

“Do you need any help?” I’m not squeamish. Not after I became synthetic.

“I’m not an infant, I can wipe my own ass.” Tali grumbled from within.

“Are you sure? You were pretty massive the last time I saw you.” Enough to be handicapped.

“I’m done anyway, hold on.” Tali flushed and cleaned up before opening the door to reveal her suited fecund glory. She looked to be at term with quintuplets from all the milk she was keeping herself engorged with and her fluid pouch was retaining a lot to keep sustaining her. “Keelah, had I known how much work it would be to keep retaining fluid then I probably would’ve just asked to suck your and Yola’s cocks every other hour instead. At least then it’d be more fun.”

“Well that wouldn’t get you up to speed quickly enough. I was just checking in.” I rubbed her swollen belly and she moaned in relief as my HUD read that she didn’t need to do this for long, at best a few days. “Just a few days of this and you can go suitless.” I enjoyed her little cheer as she hugged me. Her breasts were already E-cups…