Nexus Effect

Ch.64

“Sorry sweetie. This is all that was left.” Berserker said morosely to his distant niece with his helmet in one hand to show his face to her. Chrysanthemum took the half-eaten forearm of the batarian man once known as Krarek Craf’nator and whimpered. He didn’t know the man, but he was a dear friend of the extended family here in the Milky Way. The least he could do for his evil twin’s reappearance on this mudball called Ilos was help his niece get some closure.

“Th-thank you uncle Bryan.” Chrysanthemum sniffled as she plugged into the cybernetic port in the arm. She’d come to Ilos as soon as she could once the Hell Incursion that had happened here was cleared out.

“This is my fault. I’ve failed to stop Hell from invading another universe.” Berserker lamented. “I should’ve known Hell would work around it. This wasn’t even their first stop. They were on Virmire and have popped up back in Andromeda on unshielded worlds. We need to speed up securing worlds here in the Milky Way from Hell.” He wasn’t looking forward to telling Harmonia they needed to cut more pieces off of her ever-growing body with such frequency, she hated it.

“No uncle Bryan. It’s Cerberus’ fault. Marauder wouldn’t have been here to murder uncle Krarek if they didn’t give him the agency.” Chrys reasoned before smiling sadly at the rotting arm. “Uncle Kray, you were so sly. I have so much data to blackmail half of the gangs on Omega and many more across the Terminus with the dirt he had on here. Heh, that old salty dog still had it. He even left a will on here…*sniff*.”

“What was his Will?” Bryan asked her, placing an armoured hand on her shoulder, making sure he was gentle with her. She was pregnant after all and not in the traditional way. She was purposefully bearing Javik’s children as pure Protheans rather than biomachines or changeling eggs, so she was more delicate than most were used to in the Empire. He could respect that, having been female and birthed children in the past.

“Paretia get’s the van, Mom gets this Omni-Tool, Wrekrov gets his guns and his stash of credits is to be divided among the crew. Heh, a captain to the end.” Chrys then morphed her hand around the arm, extracting the omni-tool implant and she lit the arm on fire. The green flame turned it to ash which blew away on the wind. “Thanks, uncle Bryan.”

“I wish I could do more for you.” The ancient human stated, though Humanity and every other alien wouldn’t consider him one if they saw their ‘more’ true forms considering the societies they’ve been living in. He and his siblings are from a bygone era within human history.

“How is Garble by the way? Having his wings ripped out couldn’t have been easy to recover from.” Chrys asked as she headed back towards her shuttle, Bryan making sure to help her waddle her heavy pregnancy through the muck. She was only having twins, but dear gosh, it was so hard to remember a time when pregnancy was an issue for the mother.

“He’s flightless now, sweetie. He’s used to it since he had to be cooped up in ships and indoors anyway. Now he won’t shut up about how easy it is for him to get around since if he wants to fly he can just strap on a repulsor pack.” Bryan replied, noting she didn’t accept his apology and he was fine with that so long as she forgave him eventually.

“Send him my regards. I’m going back home, so if you want to visit you can find me on Rannoch.” Chrys leaned up and kissed his cheek, causing Bryan to chuckle and kiss her brow. “Bye uncle Bryan.”

“Take care.” Bryan finished helping her into the shuttle and sighed as it took off, leaving him with what was left of the elimination of Hell artefacts from Ilos, which wasn’t much at this point. Soon a Harmony Sapling would be planted and this marshy world was ripe for colonization.

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“Why must they be so difficult?” Councilor Avetora sighed as she slumped in her seat and Laiel nodded in agreement with Messana’s replacement. Messana decided after all the stress and needing to care for their daughter, that she had to retire. Laiel would’ve gladly joined her, but he didn’t have a suitable replacement among the Primarchs yet, not to his standards anyway.

“Because they’re used to everything being done their way.” Councilor Medulla commented casually as she sorted through her omni’s reports alongside Valern. “See! I told you the Dalatrass was exaggerating.”

“This is deplorable. I understand the Salarian Union is used to things being just-so, but this is a time for change, for progress! When did my people become so stagnant?” Valern bemoaned and put his hands on his desk with his eyes downcast.

“Peace seems to have made all our governments far too complacent. The Turian Hierarchy is having to police civilian protests over the Krogan Protectorate and the Empire in general taking over some of the roles they had for a thousand years. The Asari Republic Systems are trying every desperate move they can think of to try and keep their status as the most powerful nation in tech and culture. Then there’s the fact that the Volus Protectorate are aghast at the varied values of the Imperial Credit across Andromeda and are even petitioning to help them standardize their economy!” Avetora stressed and Laiel sighed as he patted her on the shoulder.

“At least one of the chief Goddesses of the Empire, Wiatr, is already their matron Goddess.” When it was discovered Wiatr was the one the Volus worshiped since their earliest records, the Council had to beg them not to outright leave and join the Empire. It was part of why the Empire was offered a Council seat, because there were too many things the Empire was involved in for them not to have one by this point.

“Which just means the process will go smoother.” Medulla commented before sighing. “Great, there’s been an issue with the latest batch of Cat-Kut and Drell hybrids.” Then there was the iffy matter of the Empire so willy-nilly producing hybrid species in the name of science and the war effort.

No other Reapers have been sighted in the past year, which caused many doubters of the claims of future attacks to voice their concerns, but the increasing number of people vanishing without a trace was worrisome and their own Reaper insider, Nora’Feell, said to be on the lookout for that.

At least these new ‘Hell’ invasions from an alternate vile dimension were being handled by the Argentine Alliance, an autonomous entity tightly tied with the Empire in support of one another militarily in emergencies. As Laiel understood it, however, the AA specialized in dealing with these ‘demonic’ invasions and had their own government separate from the Empire, but had no interest in politicking or red tape.

That was a whole other headache, having to make emergency treaties to cover the AA’s autonomy or risk having to deal with these Hell Incursions themselves. Laiel saw footage of these ‘demons’ and could only agree that their title was deserved. If he could spare good, mortal soldiers from these monsters and have the experts deal with them, he was all for it, as was the majority of the Milky Way.

Then there was the loss of Spectre Shepard in the Terminus. The Empire found the Normandy in pieces, a majority of the crew had survived, but Spectre Shepard was spaced, a certain death even with EVA. It stunk of an assassination, but with no clues, they were simply left without her uncanny capability to find the trouble.

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*Bang! Slosh~. Bang! Slosh~.* Penny gave up again. This enclosed blindingly-bright warm fluid-filled prison still held as well as it did...however long ago. She woke up in it after being spaced, her suit had breached and she stabbed herself with the epipen Wiatr’s little noodly minion gave her as a reward for being such an incredible sexual partner. He claimed that it would save her, but that it was a ‘doozy’. Whatever he meant, it gave her the ability to breathe fluids, because this prison was absolutely filled with fluid to the point of being pressurized.

There was a drain in the bottom that siphoned out some of the fluid when it was getting a bit tight, but then it would quickly even out with nutrition paste being pumped in from the spout above. Penny didn’t know why, or how, but it was quickly dissolved and absorbed in the fluid around her and she never felt hungry.

*Beep! Chirp!* The drain began letting the pressure out. Ah~. It was nice not to-why isn’t it stopping? Penny felt strange, felt off. It isn’t stopping and the fluid is draining. When enough of the container was drained for her to have her head out of the liquid for the first time in forever, she blinked at the glowing turquoise goo that she’d been submerged in was actually her body!

“W-what the hell?!” Her body is made of the stuff! Then that means! “No! Stop! Please!” Penny pleaded in sudden terror as the drain sucked her down and away, already having consumed her up to the bottom of her K-cup breasts. “No! No~!” She wailed moments before all she could see again was white, the tightness she was used to had been replaced by a rush of pressure forcing her in a specific direction.

Flowing, spinning, passing through a churning sensation that must’ve been the pump, then pooling in a clear-walled tube that she gasped once she emerged from the pool of, well, her. She was panting as she pressed her hands and face against the glass and shuddered from the sensory overload. That was actually incredible, but despite having orgasmed, she did not have fun.

“There, see? I told you the freak would survive.” Snarked a cruel human man and Penny snarled, rearing back her fist to-. “Ah, ah.”

“Ah~!” Penny shrieked in agony when electricity coursed through her and caused her steaming mass to hiss and bubble before it stopped and she slumped against the wall of the tube again.

“Behave, bitch. You’re just being moved to a bigger pressure vessel while the bigwigs figure out what to do with you besides just milk you for Argent.” The asshole in the plain jumpsuit commented and Penny growled as she felt her tail-her tail?

She looked behind her in shock to see the fluffy slime fox tail attached to her ‘tailbone’ just above her thicc ass where everything below melded in the pool of goo. “W-what happened to me?! Why am I-?!”

“An exact clone of that Empress bitch of the Empire, but with a punky mohawk? No fucking idea, we’re just as stumped. Now shut up, you’re going to a pressure vessel twice as big as before.” The asshole said and she felt the pressure in the tube increase moments before she noticed the patch on his shoulder.

“W-wai-!” Penny didn’t get to say more before she was flushed away. She steamed, both metaphorically as well as literally once settled into her new prison cell, which was already being pumped full of nutrition paste. “So. Cerberus. I know who I’m hunting the moment I’m free.” Penny snarled as she examined her body.

Hot damn~. Penny had a raging ladyboner for Empress Urta almost the second she met the woman. Now she was her, but also not since she somehow still had her mohawk, even if it wasn’t red anymore. Also, were her ears way bigger, like a fennec’s? Was Urta secretly hiding her cute, sexy, enormous ears?

Her appreciation of her new body didn’t last, since the paste was being absorbed by her slime and Penny didn’t know how not to turn the paste into her goo. It also didn’t change that she was a prisoner and she wouldn’t be seeing her kids anytime soon. Any 127 of them. Even if they were biomechanical due to the machines Nora and Yola pumped her with and they were already functioning adults. “When I get out, I’m-*blurble*.”

Damn, submerged in her own body again. *Bang! Slosh. Bang! Slosh* Sigh...

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“Could you help bring in the groceries?” Paretia called as she huffed and waddled her fat ass in through the front doors of the mansion, her big belly causing her flowing purple sundress to drape over her legs. The radiant turian had her hands on her lower back for support.

“Sorry, honey.” Saren apologized to his mate as he hurried outside to bring in the food. Paretia smiled as she patted her belly in satisfaction at her landing such a dutiful mate. He could only visit on-and-off due to his job, but she could’ve ended up with worse. “I don’t see why you don’t keep the Armada in the garage and use the Apex instead. It’s faster.” Saren commented when he brought in the first wave of the bags of food.

“It’s my van, I’ll drive it if I damn well want to.” Paretia sniffed with her nose in the air. This was a common little gag running between them. It was Krarek’s van, he gave it to her, she wasn't going to just shove it into a garage and forget it exists. Besides, it was reupholstered.

“I know.” Saren huffed playfully as he set the bags on the living room table and he leaned down to kiss her before heading back out to get the next set as she sat down on the couch.

“Welcome home Madam. I’ll help take care of those.” Jeanne announced as his BX droid proxy approached and took the bags for her.

“Thanks.” Paretia put her hands on her fecund swell and rubbed happily as she relaxed. Saren somehow knocked her up with triplets, something almost unheard of for turians. Must’ve been the gene mods she got from Nora and Yola. Speaking of which. “Hmph, oof.” Paretia huffed as she stood back up and waddled over to the pool patio to see the mooch was still here. “Hey, you layabout. Enjoying the free parking for that fat ass?”

“Bite me.” Tali’Zorah, a sexy quarian woman who was Nora and Yola’s lover too replied without heat as she sunned in the nude next to the pool, where Ashley Williams, another of her lovers, was swimming. The soldier-girl was here on leave, but she had to get back to her post after this weekend was over.

“I would, but I don’t think you’d find it as fun.” Paretia traced the bite scars that Nora left on her neck and brow with a smirk as she looked out at sea, at the pair of indistinct pale lavender orbs on the horizon. “Still at it, huh?”

“Yeah, this wave still isn’t due until tomorrow. Then they’ll have their remote-broadcast bodies to use once they synchronize to them.” Ashley replied as she stopped to float a bit, the woman took to pregnancy well. The hormones made her pale skin seem radiant even months after she gave birth and her breasts stubbornly refused to shrink down, matching Tali’s own K-cups. It seemed that if you had tits, the Empire was determined to turn them into sporting equipment.

Not that Paretia would ever have to worry about that, turians aren’t mammals. Didn’t change her ‘bust envy’ according to Nora’s daughter, but whatever.

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“Uhn...ugh...oof. It’s over?” I moaned as I came out of my stupor. This was the twelfth batch of 200 little war-babies I’ve created, but the satisfying drain on me after the fact never got less harsh. This time though, my breasts are back to normal. How the hell Chrys managed to make bodies capable of so much stretching and retracting without weaving magic into it was just mind boggling.

“For now.” I heard my sister-wife, Yola, comment from my side and I reached over to clasp hands with her. I haven’t been able to touch her in what felt like years even though it’s only been...a single year? “We’ve still got a whole year ahead of us sis…”

“I both regret this yet I also don’t at all. I’m confused.” I sighed and grasped and rubbed my sister’s hand, which returned the comforting gesture. “I really hope this means they have our remote bodies ready.”

“Yep!” Chrys chirped from between us and I yelped at not noticing-ee~! “Ah! Yep! I’m pregnant mom! They’re Javiks’s!” Chrys giggled as I hugged and nuzzled her term-with-twins belly through her soft blue maternity dress. “They’re not biomechanical though. I promised him I would help him restore his species and I can’t do that if I’m making them part machine.”

“So are you two…?” Yola asked leadingly and Chrys wilted a bit.

“I’m too young for him. Not because of the 50,000 years asleep thing or the fact I’m technically under 4 years old, but because he says he doesn’t want his bitter old ways to taint my youthful energy, or some other romantic way of putting that he thinks I could find someone better.” Chrys sighed and rubbed her sides. “But I still wanted to do this for him, so here I am.”

“But aren’t there slime breeders for that?” I asked curiously as Chrys slyly smiled. “Oh, you’re using this as a test?”

“I’m ensuring that, should any of my siblings decide they don’t want to impart their machinery to their offspring, that they can still bear children for their chosen mates or lovers. So far so good. I am growing 100% Prothean babies inside of me, with Javik as the male donor and a female genetic sample pulled from the former core of Sovereign. Next time, I’ll try it without any assisting secondary DNA. Now then, let’s get you two upgraded~!” Chrys chirped and I felt-.

Cold! It’s still fucking cold! I kicked my way out of the black box and shook as I-my tits are huge! Why do I have pumpkins hanging off of me?! “Cold!” I heard Yola shout and repeat as I did, emerging to reveal a light lavender quarian woman with hefty full-sized pumpkins for tits and wide, thicc brood-bearing hips and thighs with an ass~. “Uh, please tell me these aren’t our current mobile platforms?”

“Nope!” Chrys chirped as she entered the room. “These are the bodies you’re going to keep making me more siblings with! So they’re your primary platforms right now. However, all of your reproductive subroutines are stuck on these, so you can only transmit basic motor functions and other necessary things to your other bodies, which will be what you’re using, but you can’t go too far away, so you’re still stuck at the mansion.” Chrys said with apology in her tone.

“Hey, spending time with people and not just being endlessly cumming brainless brood-sluts is why we went for this. Now, where is Marrow?” I asked my daughter who blushed brightly. “Oh Goddesses, where is she?”

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“That’s a good girl~.” Honey, the dark green-blue Changeling Slime Matriarch praised her long-descended granddaughter Marrow, who was orgasming like mad as she pumped her biomechanical eggs into her emerald green slime. She outwardly didn’t change at all, but her purple Navel Pearl pulsed with light from each egg being oviposited within her, joining the light in her opaque purple eyes.

“Honey, you’re throbbing. You want to breed her, naughty wife.” Cocoa chided her wife of 7000+ years as she rubbed Marrow’s shoulders. “She has been breeding an army with wives for a year now. Is it not enough?” The brown slime cerberus asked her equally gooey counterpart.

“Not according to Eris and Hermais.” Honey replied unhappily, not enjoying the fact that they, again, were forced to prepare soldiers specifically bred for war. “How are you doing, Marrow?”

“Uhn, n-need to, uhg, g-get them out~! So many~! Nora~! Yola~!” Marrow whimpered, tears in her eyes and Honey’s horn flashed with purple light which encased Marrow’s head and she cooed dumbly. “Oh~, Nora…you’ve fucking filled me, turned me into this blimp~...”

“Not right. Manipulating mind.” Cocoa whined and used her three heads to kiss the enthralled changeling woman on the neck and cheeks.

“You know I’m only giving her a moment of calm and now you’re throbbing.” Honey replied with a smirk and a smokey leer at her dear doggy wife.

“Shush, her birthing is sexy like when you do it. Cocoa likes it.” Cocoa defended herself as she hotdogged Marrow’s thicc motherly ass.

“Yes. She’s coming along well. Soon she’ll be-.” Honey was interrupted by the door bursting in and Wiatr frantically looking about.

“Is Hunter here?!” Wiatr asked, ignoring the breeding going on. Very unlike her.

“Um, no? Why need Hunter-Husband?” Cocoa asked with confusion.

“The boon I granted Penny Inoue Shepard has been used, but nobody can find her! Hunter~!” Wiatr left the room and the two looked at each other worriedly. “Dammit, he’s not responding!”

“Maybe he's busy?” Coco asked as she tried to calm her wife down.

“Wiatr?!” Heatherlin called out as she walked into the two. “I have the boys on the line and they are not happy with us!”

“Why?!” Wiatr asked frantically as they followed the ONI Director.

“Because of what that boon did with the Commander! Cerberus has her and is going to use her Argent slime for something! I’m sorry to say this, but, we just made things worse!” The realisation hit them pretty hard and made sense. The Doom Marines were not only counteracting Hell’s forces, but were hunting down Cerberus since the organization was responsible for bringing Hell into this Universe again.

Now Shepard is in the hands of the enemy and providing them a surplus of Argent. Things are going to get worse from here on out. By the Empire’s hands no less and the Argentine Alliance is going to hold Wiatr responsible for so carelessly giving out a restricted Argent Slime transformative based on Urta’s genetics to someone entwined with the goings-on in the MIlky Way.

“What are they planning to do?” Wiatr asked as they entered the communication room, wilting when they saw their husbands/wives were glaring down at them with disapproval.

“We’re going to find her and help her out. However, we want to make something clear here; we are doing this for her, not for you or the Empire. You’ve caused enough problems and now a warrior has become an unending supply of Argent.”

“W-would you be less mean to us if We said Eris and Hermais told us to reward her with that specific transformative?” Wiatr whimpered and the Marines all closed their eyes before exhaling through their noses.

“No, you just made it worse for you and those noodle cunts. Velka, punish them.” With that the transmission cut out and the busty crow goddess rose up behind Wiatr with the snap of a belt in her hands.