Nexus Effect

Ch.65

“This is nice.” I said in content from where I was snuggling Paretia and Tali. We missed Ashley before she had to go back to her posting on Horizon, but Yola and I were now able to enjoy the company of Paretia, Tali and surprisingly Saren all while our main bodies orgasmed and made babies and other things constantly on the islands.

That said, Yola and I were similarly upset that Marrow wasn’t here. She was back in Andromeda because apparently she fucked herself so full of our eggs she needed help getting them all out. We hoped she was okay, but in the meantime Vaetor and a whole slew of males both Geth, Quarian and Cat-Kut, specifically Martra~ had volunteered to fill us until she returned. Fuck is Martra an incredble lay. Too bad she has her duties or we’d fill her in return.

Now, unfortunately when it comes to our mobile bodies, sexytimes were not in the cards. At least, not anything involving our reproductive organs. Chrys said oral and anal were still possible while broadcasting, but attempting vaginal or penal would result in us getting kicked back to our main bodies.

Still, it was nice to be able to move around, eat food, talk to people, snuggle. Well, the last one our factory-bodies can do, but it’s more being the bed than-unf, stop it, no sexy thoughts right now. Now is a sleepy time.

“Psst, Madam Nora.” Jeanne quietly whispered to me and I turned my head towards the BX droid the in-house ‘dumb’ AI used to directly interact with things since he also acted as a security system. “I have bad news, please come to the living room.” Jeanne then left the master suite and I carefully untangled from Tali and put a pillow in my place to follow him. “Have a seat madam.”

I sat on the sofa, dreading the news. I think I know what it is. “Shepard is considered KIA isn’t she?” The mother of over 100 children that were the unique gestalt of genes from her, Marrow, Yola and I was possibly dead, but I hold out hope that Cerberus either succeeded in defying death, or that last-resort Wiatr gifted her would help.

“Why, yes. You don’t seem surprised.” Jeanne said over the normal living room intercom as his droid proxy went to the kitchen to retrieve tea he’d made in advance.

“I was expecting it. You don’t become as high-profile as Penny and avoid trouble. It still hurts, but at least I know rather than be left wondering.” I accepted the tea and took a sip. It was local dextro-based tea. It was different. Levo-based tea tastes all herbal, but dextro-based tastes naturally sweet to the point that you’d think it was tea made from stevia leaves or something. “However, Penny isn’t going to just turn over and die. All I can do is hope that somewhere out there, she’s still fighting.”

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“Ah~!” Penny screamed when electricity ran through her slime body again until she slumped against the ‘glass’ in a panting and weak mess. “J-just fucking kill me if you’re not going to let me out…” Penny was so tired. Being trapped in a pressurized container to be drained just enough and then fed more paste was such a dull, dehumanizing experience.

She didn’t mind losing her humanity, it was being treated as nothing but goo that was literally and metaphorically draining her. The fact they didn’t even give her the opportunity to enjoy it aside from the rides through the pipes into these ‘interrogation’ tubes worsened things. Her body was like a puddle of sex, constantly thrumming on the edge of pleasure, but tormentingly just shy of it. Penny would fuck just about anything at this point!

“I’m afraid you’re too much of an investment to simply release, Commander Shepard.” Intoned the hologram of the shadowy businessman who ordered her electrocuted when she tried to escape the moment she wasn’t in a pressurized and inescapable pressure vessel. “That said, could you be a dear and tell us why or how you have become something so inhuman when before you were the peak of humanity?”

“Of course, you fucking racists only care about humans. Heh, if you must know, I was given an emergency medipen by the Goddess Wiatr as a boon and warned to only use it if death was certain. Well, it was, now I’m basically a clone of her wife; the current Empress.” Penny figured she might as well tell them, it was no skin off her gooey nose. Besides, every time before was mostly just mockery and moving her into a bigger pressure vessel to make more slime.

“Ah, desperation does drive people to rash decisions. Even if you had died, we could have resurrected you with our Lazarus Project.” The Illusive Man poured himself a drink while he kept talking. “That said, your act of desperation did save you and provided us with a constant source of Argent.”

“Y-you’re fucking milking me?!” Penny choked at the fact that people she didn’t know were doing something she would consider quite intimate. She wasn’t against the idea of being some sort of cow, but only at the behest of her lovers or if compensated at the least. She knew they were doing something with her slime, but now that she knew? How much Cerberus tech was she the fuel source for? How many schemes has her capture made possible for them?

“More rather, you’re converting disposable waste into usable fuel. You’re essentially a living biofuel factory now, so we’re using you for such until we can find a way to either restore your humanity, or ensure your cooperation.” Said the Illusive Man, who may or may-not be Henry Lawson, but she wasn’t going to admit her suspicions, they might actually kill her.

“It’s going to take a lot for me to even consider cooperating with you racist pricks. Not only do you spit on my beliefs, you have imprisoned and taken advantage of me.” Penny snarled as she crossed her arms under her bust while her tail whipped around. Then she had a ponder and pulled her breasts apart to look down...nope. Huh, she’s supposed to be a clone of Urta, but she doesn’t have a dick for some reason. Penny felt oddly disappointed. She was kinda looking forward to returning the favor to Nora, Yola and Marrow when she got out.

Not to mention Tali, Ashley, maybe even Liara and Benezia. Unf~! Damn it~! She’s so fucking horny~! It took all her willpower not to start masturbating on the spot because of these damn fucking assholes getting her so pent up!

“That is quite the pickle. Perhaps the fact that we’re building an upgraded version of the Normandy and preparing to send you back out into the galaxy might soften your firm stance against us?” The man who might not be Henry Lawson questioned and Penny perked up. “I see I have your attention.”

“W-what, no!” Penny denied, clapping her hands on her traitorous ears. Curse these cute ears! They give her emotions away!

“The tail dear?” Penny yelped and grabbed at her tail to stop it wagging with one hand while the other remained clamped over her ears. “Hm, you don’t match your personality profile.”

“Huh?” Penny wasn’t sure what he meant there. She’s always been a little passionate when off duty. Then again, she has been much more impassioned lately. “Well, maybe my transformation has altered how I process emotions? I don’t know, I don’t have experience with what being a slime implies.” Although, she really wanted to find out.

“Indeed, you haven’t been able to do much more than languish in pressure vessels or these tubes. If you were willing to cooperate, we’d be willing to do more thorough testing.” The Illusive Man offered and Penny wilted at the idea of surrendering to Cerberus in any way, but she was in a bad situation, with a new body she knew next to nothing about…and a raging ladyboner that was practically making her goo boil and she couldn’t deal with that like this...

“...Fine. I won’t try to break out. Especially because I don’t even know where I am, or what my body needs, but don’t think this means you can expect I’ll come running if you call!” Penny snarled and the Illusive Man’s glowing blue eyes narrowed.

“We’ll see.” The hologram shut off and the tube lifted up, allowing Penny to sigh in relief as her pool of slime spread out onto the floor and she sank into herself in relaxation. Wow was the relief palpable. Also, a lot of her sexual tension just oozed out of her. Was being trapped a turn on for her? Wow, that makes this whole situation all the worse, actually. No wonder she-.

“Miss Shepard?” At the professional tone, Penny emerged from her puddle down to the hips and looked at the new person to see a neutral-faced man with a complexion matching her former one holding up a synthetic uniform shirt and a skirt. “You may want to have some decency now that you’re not stuck in the piping.”

“What? Can’t you stand the sight of a beautiful woman~?” Penny teased, then blinked and felt worried. Flirting that openly wasn’t like her! At all! Sure she was fucking horny as hell, but she didn’t even know the guy! “Apologies. I don’t know what came over me.”

“No offense taken. I was warned that Imperial races were oversexed and salacious, it was probably a reflex.” His words were insulting, but the professional way he delivered them, along with the fact that it was more-or-less true at least in the current context let her ignore it.

She...slithered is the operative word? She slithered towards him on her mound of goo and accepted the uniform, which fit snuggly and forced her bosom to overflow until she unbuttoned enough that she basically had absolute cleavage. The skirt presented more of a problem, yet not, since she drew it into her mound and shifted it up over her hips, but under her tail.

She didn’t like how the shoulders had Cerberus patches, it felt like an admission of surrender. “Well, I guess you’re my babysitter? Lead on then uh...who are you?” She hoped he did or she might just call him yum-yum, because dayum was he yummy.

“Jacob Taylor, Ma’am.”

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“So, you’re officially retired?” I asked my turian lover, who had spent the other night letting me know that Krarek was dead, which hurt, but it was good to know why I felt so hurt a little over a year ago. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see that salty old pirate more often.

“Yep!” Paretia slapped her triplet-term belly with a glowing smile on her facial flares. “I’m done with adventuring. I’ve got three babies on the way, I’m set for the rest of my life with my own investments, not counting Saren-baby’s income. Then there’s the fact that you sent me that mail stating that I was registered as an occupant of this beautiful home.”

“Which you are more than welcome to live in with us. It has ten bedrooms after all.” Just because we all tend to dogpile in the master suite doesn’t mean this place doesn’t have more rooms. They’re mostly in the basement to be fair and feel like an up-scale resort rather than a home down there, but still.

“I appreciate you opening your home to us. I don’t exactly have any family-friendly accomodations of my own.” Saren admitted from his seat next to the woman that basically dragged him screaming in pleasure into a relationship. His words, not mine.

“Bubbly love.” A weird amalgamation of animals cheered as it floated in. Oh, one of those draconequus things like the one that provided Penny that epipen. “Flutters, I think I found our resort!”

“Oh my. Sorry, my husband tends to jump to conclusions.” In from the kitchen waddled a hnng sexy pregnant yellow alicorn mare at term with what looked to be sextuplets and with breasts the size of beach balls all tastefully garbed in a beautiful cream sundress and sunhat that complimented her yellow fur and pink hair. She was also 7 feet tall.

“Welcome, who are we hosting today?” Tali cheerfully questioned from where she was leaning against Yola and enjoying the closeness with my sister. Our mansion sure is popular if Tali is used to people just barging in like this.

“Discord, god-spirit of Chaos incarnate. Unlike my little brats I don’t have to follow the will of Chaos, I am Chaos. Also, we asked the lovely man in the capital for the best view of those two girls on those islands out there and he gave us an address to a few beach houses.” The serpent purred as he wrapped himself around Paretia, who scratched his goatee with a smirk.

“Sorry, we decided to come to Rannoch for our annual vacation this year and Dissy wanted to see the most fertile women on the planet.” The yellow mare apologized as she waddled and huffed to get to the recliner and gently set herself down on the silvery chair.

“Well, you’re looking at them. I’m Nora, that’s my twin sister Yola. Those round mountains in the distance are us. We’re just broadcasting our higher brain functions to these bodies so we’re not just cum-drinking, orgasming, inflating bimbos.” I informed the two Imperial tourists. The mare must be Fluttershy; the Embodiment of Kindness. Not so much a ‘Goddess’ as an actual representation of the concept. It was enough for her to become ageless, but not Divine.

“Hm, Flutters, do I have permission to do some Chaos? I can think of an upgrade for these ladies my dear daughters didn’t.” Discord questioned and I raised a finger to protest, only to pause. Well, it couldn’t hurt could it?

“Only if they consent and you mention what it is first.” Fluttershy said while she rocked on the recliner and closed her eyes as she held her belly, looking to be the very picture of contentment.

“Okay, fine. I want to make it where you two have the ability to handle all the processing power you have instead of limiting yourselves so much.” Discord said with a devilish smile.

“Um...I won’t object since I envy sissy’s higher processing power, but how will that be Chaotic?” Yola asked curiously moments before Discord snapped his-.

OMFG I see forever~!

[Sis! Sis I can see you! I see Qwip-Qwip when it’s halfway across the world!]

[Oh~! I can feel everything our factories are doing while I’m also spying on this asshole on the defense platform masturbating to pictures of his girlfriend~!]

[Sis! We need to compress our attention! Return to our bodies!]

[Agreed!]

I gasped when I fully returned to my body, which had been maintaining a conversation that I only now realized I was holding with them! “Discord, you beautiful noodly bastard!”

“Is that appreciation I hear?” Discord lilted from where he was turned into a literal him-designed scarf around Paretia’s neck as Saren resolutely remained next to his mate despite the oddity.

“Yep! Because now whenever it comes time for us to have sex, we’re not limited to oral and anal! Also our reproductive functions are now toggled off. There’s enough babies being churned up by us right now to cover the production of dozens of surrogates.” Yola declared with a nod.

“You two are doing a wonderful thing. You may be enjoying it for the pleasure, but you’re so Kind to be devoting yourselves to helping ensure your people survive.” Fluttershy declared with her beautiful eyes piercing my soul and making me feel appreciated.

“Oh, you two can casually connect and control any synth that’s lower than Geth intelligence now.” Discord chuckled and I shared a cruel smirk with my sister.

The Reapers are doomed!

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“-Private! Private Frederick, get your head back in the fight!” The Cerberus Commander barked, grabbing his subordinate by the shoulders and shaking him awake from his dazed confusion. “C’mon boy, snap out of it! Get your ass on that turret and light em up!” Frederick found himself manning the stationary gun and firing upon the encroaching invaders.

The Night Sentinels.

Ever since the Argentine Alliance arrived within the Milky Way, they have begun their brutal Unholy Crusade throughout the systems, hunting down both the forces of Hell and Cerberus alike. Nobody dared to try and stop them, not even the Citadel. These hulking Titans of War and Death took this galaxy by storm; some admired them while others feared their power. Rightfully so.

What irked the Private, however, was how human they appeared. These alien savages dared to wear their kind’s skin, like it was some kind of sick joke, and slay them like cattle. Super beings or not, Frederick was determined to make them suffer.

If only they would stand still and let him kill them! Damn them and their inhuman enhancements! It's as if they were openly mocking them! Even then, whenever he land a shot they shrug it off like nothing!

“They’re breaking through our lines too fast! At this rate, we’re done fo-!” One of the Cerberus troopers shouted out, before his head exploded and killed those closest.

“Pull back! All units, abandon your posts and retreat inside-!” Private Frederick’s position was hit by a rocket, taking out the gun he was manning before he could react to the Commander’s orders. He barely survived, bleeding from multiple wounds, his vision faded in and out while his ears were ringing from the explosion.

Soon, he found himself inside the walls of the facility, being attended to by a medic as his hearing returned; greeted by the sounds of gunfire, revving of chainsaws and screams of the dying. “D-Dammit! They’re already inside…” Frederick wheezed out as he tried to sit up.

“None of that, Private! We need to evacuate and get as far away as possible! We don’t have the means to stop these monsters!” The medic retorted before slinging the Private’s left arm over his shoulders and carried him to safety.

Behind them, the lines began to crack as Cerberus troopers found themselves overrun in a tide of fury and violence, being slaughtered to the last. Frederick cursed the Argentines and swore vengeance as they made it to the rooftop, where a shuttle was parked. Unfortunately, their chance to escape were dashed away, the shuttle exploded in a ball of fire and a figure rose from amongst the wreckage.

Its armor was black as night, with blood red glowing eyes and highlights that burned with fury as it marched out of the fire, like the horned devil it was. Frederick and the medic both draw their pistols and open fire, but their rounds glanced off as the Argentine continued onward. The medic threw Private Frederick behind him and acted as a wall between him and the monster, however it was all for naught.

A cannon popped up over its right shoulder and launched something that instantly freezes the medic solid. Lifting up a fist, the Argentine smashed the human-sized popsicle into ice shards. Frederick looked on in horror at the barbaric cruelty as he kept firing until his pistol ran dry, the beast hovering over his prone form as another shoulder cannon appeared over its other side. Before the Private could utter another word, jets of flame enveloped him, screaming for the last time until he was reduced to ashes.

“Sir, the perimeter is secured! This facility is ours for the taking!” One of the Chaser Sergeants said once he made it up to the rooftop and saluted his General.

“Very good, Sergeant.” General Helvex nodded before they made their way back into the facility. The Sergeant dutifully led the way to their objective. “Open it up.” He ordered his Crusader brothers and sisters to work on the large doors, forcing them open through pure strength alone.

“This looks like another Argent Factory.” The Sergeant said with disgust at the blatant abhorrence Cerberus had been experimenting with.

“There could be more this time around. Same as before though; free the captives, arrest any scientists you find and sweep for any intel.” The General stated as they moved in.

Just like the previous facilities, it was another power plant designed to produce Argent. As to how, it was through the kidnapping of aliens and forcefully transforming them into Argent Slime. All female, ranging from Asari, Turians, Quarians and many others. Once they saw the Night Sentinels they begged them for release from this place.

“Please, help us!”

“Get us outta here!”

“Well, you heard them, get them out!” Helvex barked and his order was carried out. While they were busy doing that, some Ghosts were slicing through the computers of this facility in hopes of finding a lead on where they were keeping Commander Shepard.

“Hm, still nothing. However it would seem the super soldier project Lord Berserker theorised was correct.” One of the Ghost said as he brought up a heavily encrypted file with the title saying: Atlas Project.

“So that’s one of them. How despicably heretical.” The General growled at the notion as the Ghost cracked through and brought up whatever was inside the file.

“I’ll say. They’ve gone through with the trials, but all of them failed due to the soldiers either dying or becoming horrifically disfigured during the process. However, that doesn’t seem to stop them from trying.” The Ghost commented as he shifted through it all, making sure there wasn’t any sort of trap that would erase the information before starting the download. “And of course, it would be based around us.”

“Y-You saved us.” Helvex turned to see the prisoners freed and clothed, all of them approaching him.

“Yes, we did. Are you alright?” He asked the slime women.

“We are now, thanks to you.” An Asari spoke up for the group as she turned towards her fellow slimes before looking back up at him. “They said that no one was going to come for us, that we were nothing and we almost gave up hope.”

“I’m sorry that you all had to endure such harshness, but you’re safe now and Cerberus will pay for what they’ve done to you.” Helvex assured them.

“Thank you, again.” The argent asari said before one of the quarians spoke up next.

“Wow, you guys are...very scary. N-Not that I mean to offend you! It is j-just that I-.” The Quarian began to stutter over her words before Helvex held up a hand for her to stop rambling.

“Calm down, take a deep breath.” He instructed her to do it before asking them a question. “Now then, where would you like to go; home, or somewhere else?” The question itself made them realise that this wasn’t something to rush.

“I...want to go with you.” The Asari decided on the spot, which surprised everyone save for the Night Sentinels.

“You don’t trust the Empire anymore, do you?” It was no surprise, the ones they’ve saved before either wanted to join their side or be returned home.

The Asari let out a sigh and nodded. “Yes. With what I have become, I blame the Empire for this mess we’re all in right now.” She said while some of the others nodded in agreement.

“I understand. We have even suspended all joint-ops with the Empire’s military for now. Are there any more who wish to come over with her? Or do you wish to return home?” Helvex asked one last time and quite a few stepped forward at the chance.

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“So, I won’t just fall into a drain unless it’s actively sucking?” Penny warily asked as she gave the drain on the floor a large berth like always.

“Correct, ma’am. We tested that when we left the drain of the first pressure vessel open for a while and you didn’t even notice. Your slime has a strong membrane that requires more force than mere gravity to displace. At least when it’s part of your whole, otherwise it’s thin and syrupy.” Jacob helpfully informed her and Penny carefully slithered over the drain and sighed in relief that it wasn’t sucking her to her doom.

“Thank gosh. I don’t think I could live comfortably with the idea that one wrong move and I’m suddenly stuck in a sewage system.” Penny confided in the man who had been her constant companion for the past few months. Besides sexually that is, much to Penny’s frustration. She’s been stuck with masturbation and exploring her new body’s features in private.

Anyway, the tests all came to the conclusion that returning to being human was right-out. Not with the technology Cerberus, or anyone in the Milky Way has access to. Not even the Empire has something for that. It seems that slimification is a one-way street. Once you go gak, you can’t go back. That ancient slime toy thing, not crystal meth. Which is still a problem.

Anyway, Penny didn’t mind. Not after coming to terms with her new body. It was fucking sexy for one, for two she had so many advantages that a human doesn’t have. She doesn’t need to regularly clean herself, her body annihilated any bacteria it came in contact with. She doesn’t need to go to the bathroom anymore. She doesn’t even need to sleep, it’s just nice to. Then there was the very heightened pleasure. Any part of her body was essentially capable of being as sensitive as her vagina and she’d made plenty of use of that in her private time.

“Now Ma’am, if you’re that concerned, why not form legs so it’s easier to avoid drains? Is that why you’ve been slithering along the wall whenever we came near one?” Jacob rhetorically asked and Penny blushed before pulling her mound into two long sexy legs ending in soft fox paws. The skirt they gave her was a mini-skirt and just made her feel so sexy, but she didn’t like the idea of anyone here looking at her in that way. Well, besides Jacob.

“I’m still getting used to walking on digitigrade legs.” Which wasn’t entirely true. Her body moved more on instinct than intent and walking on her new paws was easy, her mound was just easier. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“You have a meeting with Doctor Chakwas, who came at our request. She doesn’t know you’re alive, so we’ll broach that subject later. Then you have your milking-.” Penny blushed. “-followed by testing your synth-suit.” Goddesses, talk about her tits so casually and bluntly why don’t you.

“Why are you all so obsessed with me looking like I used to? What does it matter that I’m all foxy and gooey now?” Penny sighed with a hand running through her mohawk, which she refused to morph away, as she continued along the hall to meet with the woman who nearly ruined everything with Nora and Yola. They didn’t exactly become the best of friends after that, but Karin was a smart woman and Penny could respect that.

“You know why, ma’am. It’s all about appearance. If you’re going to be doing Cerberus sponsored operations, our clients can’t see you as a non-human. To be fair to you, I think it’s rather silly at this point. You’re nearly invulnerable now, so even if you’re not human, it feels odd to limit you when you could just run up to a krogan and beat him to death with your bare hands now. Either way, orders are orders.” Jacob shook his head and Penny sighed both at his words and remembered that test against a brainless cloned krogan before entering the med bay.