Nexus Effect

Ch.82

“I really wish Thresher Maws just didn’t exist.” Garrus groaned as the team walked towards the bulky shuttle that would take them back to the Urdnot Compound. The Rite of Blood was hosted on a ritualistic platform in the middle of a barren stretch of wasteland, kept this way by request of the krogan for tradition’s sake.

It also unfortunately meant that the ground was perfect for a Thresher Maw to burrow around in and emerge from. The roots of the trees that now covered a good 30 percent of Tuchanka were too thick and strong for them to just burrow through, which explained why the Empire was turning Tuchanka into the ‘second-coming of Kashyyyk’ what with them transplanting minor wroshyr trees here.

“I wish more than just one showed up! Hah-hah!” Grunt cheered joyously, since they not only survived the Thresher Maw, they slayed it. Shuttles were already descending on the corpse and opportunistic krogan were carving out pieces of it. “Let them have the scraps, the evidence of it being my kill are recorded and will be spoken of for centuries!”

“Ha-ha! I knew I sensed something incredible about you! Then again, you have Shepard!” Wrex cheered as he welcomed them on the shuttle he watched the Rite from. “Nobody has killed a Thresher Maw for their Rite since me! That was even bigger than the one Shepard, Garrus and I slew on Edolus two years ago.” Wrex proclaimed and Penny joined Garrus in sighs of distress at the stressful memory of that encounter.

“I thought you seemed more annoyed than fearful back there. Having prior experience killing such a creature would provide stability for such an occasion. I however have no such event to fall back on.” Mordin commented with a notable quiver in his voice, but Grunt laughed and patted the elderly-yet-unaging salarian’s back.

“For a completely untested twig, you did incredible doc! Think of it! The first salarian to survive a krogan Blood Rite!” Grunt declared excitedly as the group piled into the shuttle and the door closed. The moment it had, Penny sighed and her flesh morphed, allowing her foxy traits to take shape and replicate mocha fur after she’d gotten irritated with the ‘shaved fox’ look. She decided that even if she can’t look the way she truly is, at least in private she can get comfy.

“What about a turian or a supposed human?” Garrus asked and Grunt snorted.

“Please, the turians proved their worth when they fought our grandsires and their elders, the humans in their brief history among the galaxy have proven to be tenacious and ambitious to a point they tend to rival krogan for violence and opportunities to find it.” Wrex replied as he looked at Penny and she pet her fluffy mocha tail. It was so fluffy...so sawft~. “Enjoying yourself Shepard?”

“Hm?” Penny blinked her glowing turquoise eyes and looked at the others in the shuttle with her. “I guess? I’m just getting used to how...right I feel when I’m like this. I’d prefer to be naked or at the least in my true form and clothed, but this? It’s an incredibly close second.” Penny replied as she pulled her fluffy tail to her snout and sniffed deeply of her scent. Did she naturally smell like chocolate?

“Anyway, we’re going to ferry you to the Compound, from there, you’ll take a Cataphract to Clan Weyrloc’s home. They’ve taken residence in an abandoned hospital they violently refused to allow to be demolished. Feel free to blow it to hell, it’s an eyesore and it’s impeding the forest’s spread in that region. If you could bring me the head of Chief Weyrloc that’d be a nice bonus, but that’s HK’s job. Consider this your first task for the Clan, Urdnot Grunt.” Wrex smiled toothily at his new clan member who looked introspective suddenly. “What is it lad?”

“Does Okeer...my...father, approve?” Grunt’s surprisingly meek question caused everyone to blink at him.

“What does that matter boy? You earned your place today, regardless of what he wishes. If you must know, Okeer is an old enemy of Clan Urdnot, but since our goals align and he sired such a strong son, I have no quarrel with him or you. Should he be willing to forgive old grudges, I’ll welcome him to Clan Urdnot as well for his service to our people, even if he is a dirt-brained old dreamer.” Wrex huffed and patted Grunt on the shoulder with a proud gleam to his red eyes.

“Interesting. I have not witnessed such a degree of paternal affection between two unrelated krogan. Is this normal behavior?” Mordin asked curiously with hope in his tone.

“The boy is practically my own son now. As his Chief, it is my duty to ensure his well-being. We krogan may show affection through violence, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love, doc.” Wrex replied and Grunt smiled softly. “Oh, wipe that look off your face. I’ll add a few scars if you do that in public.”

“Females appreciate scars…” Grunt smirked and Wrex laughed as he patted Grunt’s shoulder.

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“Mm~.” I moaned as I ate the delicious pussy sitting on my mouth while my partner sucked my dick, also ate me out, while also kissing and tentacle-fucking Yola next to me both in her cunt and as a sleeve on her cock at the same time. Hot fuck is Newtrus incredible~! “Mm~!” I spasmed as I came, the gray slime fox-dog atop me gulping down my offering with ease, her Navel Pearl shining as it kept her body from inflating so she wasn’t moved from her position.

If she’s this good, how incredible are Wiatr or Urta?! “Hey, anybody here?” Jack’s voice echoed through the door of the breakroom that Newtrus had dragged us into the moment her lunch hour kicked in. She must’ve forgotten to change the sign.

“Newtrus out in a minute!” The fox-dog called and split off part of her body, the part pinning Yola and I and fucking us kept going while the one without the Navel Pearl formed clothes of different-colored slime that formed over her breasts and hips before turning into a sort of shiny fabric T-shirt and miniskirt before she went into the store, while still fucking us! “Hello! This one is Newtrus, how can she help today?”

“Hot damn...well, I’m looking for my girlfriends Nora and Yola, two quarian-geths with asses to die for, are they here? They said they’d be checking out this shop.” Jack questioned and Newtrus purred as the cunt I was eating and the sleeve on Yola’s cock convulsed before we both fed Newtrus her ‘lunch’.

“Mm~. Yes. In the break room, feeding Newtrus nutritious cum. Want to come back? They might be tired.” Newtrus truthfully informed our ex-pirate girlfriend as she remotely orgasmed. Hot hell. This is so kinky! It’s kinda like when I partition myself! I’m going to try this with the others!

“Really? Sure.” Jack purred as the mouth eating my cunt suddenly turned into a cock and I moaned into Newtrus’ pussy as she began entering my cunt and spreading my vagina wide open around her girth.

“They are so good, I want to stuff them. I’ll close shop for a few hours, I have enough money and Harmonia Petals want to report soon.” Newtrus mewled as we heard Jack approach us. Newtrus was in my womb! I feel that knot pounding my door with a pair of balls nestled to my ass starting to swell.

“Go ahead, they can’t get pregnant with their wombs shut off or something, so feel free to fill them up, just not enough that they can’t walk. Gotta get them home, y’know?” Jack said as she reached into her shorts and began to masturbate and leaned against a wall to watch as she jilled herself to us being fucked on the floor by a slime.

“Newtrus knows.” Newtrus cooed as she leaned on Jack, a third cock throbbing hard with basketball testicals resting on my grilfriend’s leg. “Newtrus can fill you if you want.” Newtrus offered and Jack licked her lips and looked at us. I nodded even with the cunt molded and adhered to my lips and she dropped her shorts before turning to face the slime woman, lifting a leg up to hook over her hip and spear the tip of Newtrus’ thick 16-inch fox-cock into her cunt.

“Hnng! Fuck yeah.” Jack growled as she used her incredibly elastic body to shove more of the slightly surprised alien’s dick into her quim.

“So stretchy, but human so tight! Love filling them with pups!” Newtrus growled and thrust into my girlfriend as I came and fed the fierce fox-dog bitch more semen.

“Pups? Heh, sorry, I’m going into danger. I don’t got one of those fancy Navel Pearls you Imperials love so much.” Jack smirked as she still drove herself down on the woman’s dick.

“Newtrus sells them. Will give a steep discount.” Newtrus grunted and began to properly fuck Jack, holding her up by her ass and pounding her pussy, pressing her knot to the human woman’s swollen vulva with each thrust.

“How many girls have you fucked with that offer?” Jack asked with gasps and pants as she grunted and creamed around Newtrus’ cock, but didn’t slow down her movements.

“Not! Many!” Newtrus growled as she knotted, locking her cock in Jack’s cunt, but was still humping like a machine.

“Oh fuck~! It’s swelling~!” Jack squealed as she gyrated the best she could, drooling and spasming as she orgasmed hard.

“Pups! Puppies! Need!” Newtrus snarled before a loud Glorp signaled the start of the slime herm’s immense cumshot, paired with Jack’s tattooed stomach practically inflating like she was connected to a firehose, yet her supernatural elasticity which surpassed the others treated by Yola and I didn’t even allow her flesh to creak as she was lowered to her back and Newtrus whimpered in pleasure while she came and came and came.

“I can’t leave you three alone for two hours?” Ashley huffed in exasperation, drawing my attention away from my girlfriend in the middle of being inseminated to my still-fluffy cat-like girlfriend, who hadn’t felt the need to take a reversal potion yet. She was standing in the door leading to the shop proper. “Damn it, Jack. I was planning on stuffing you tonight. Oh well, sorry lady, but now I’ve gotta bust a nut.”

“W-wai-yip!” Ash dropped her shorts, her dick already rock hard and she thrust into Newtrus’ cunt as she kept filling Jack, who already looked like she was a fucked-senseless woman attached to an overinflated yoga ball at the stomach. “A-ahn~! Fill Newtrus! Give pups!”

“Sure.” Ash snarled with a feline yowl and a wild manic glint to her predatory eyes.

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“To think, in the past, krogan doctors healed people in this building.” Grunt commented with awe in his tone while Penny led her team through the crude clan compound of Clan Weyrloc, who might as well be named Clan Blood Pack. “We used to heal? We didn’t just kill our kin or leave them broken in the streets?”

“Building was made to guard against raging krogans who had gone berserk from injuries. Much of building is made like a bunker, failsafes upon failsafes should a patient be too volatile to treat. Morgue is large.” Mordin commented absentmindedly.

“Heh, guess a hospital has to have redundancies like the people it cares for.” Grunt snorted in grim amusement.

“Penny, could you please put your tail away?” Garrus requested and Penny pouted back at him with a leer. “I know you don’t get to let loose often, but it’s distracting.”

“What? You like the tail, Garrus?” Penny asked in a teasing tone and a salacious grin, shimmying her hips and flicking her tail as she led them onward.

“It’s big, it’s obscuring my line of sight. Please at least keep it down so I don’t accidentally shoot it.” Garrus clarified in annoyance and Penny chuffed in displeasure, but did as her teammate requested by wrapping her tail around her waist like a belt.

“Fine.” Penny groused before they entered a large room dominated by catwalks.

And krogan corpses.

“Wounds are cauterized, armor superheated in pattern synonymous with blaster weapons. Perhaps the work of Chief Wrex’s hired assassin droid?” Mordin theorized, getting nods from Penny and Garrus. They’d fought HK droids enough to identify their marksmanship. “Acknowledged, I will refrain from shooting at any droids until hostility is confirmed.”

“All this was done by a machine? An artificial tool meant to kill? Like me, but made of metal. Sounds like a good fight.” Grunt snarled eagerly and Penny shook her head.

“Grunt, no offense, but these older, more experienced krogan died like rookies and they’re also wearing heavier armor, if old and outdated. HK-47 is several thousand years old with the skill to back that time up.” Penny warned her friend before they rounded the corner into a room.

“Trap!” A purple B1 with splotches of graffiti across its body yelled as it rushed toward them.

“You got ambushed?” Garrus asked curiously and Penny had to wonder if HK was building another droid army.

“No! Tripwire, stop!” It ordered them with it’s limited voicebox keening at high notes like a teenager’s cracking voice. “I need to disarm the traps we’d set since you’re here to help.”

“This is the assassin?” Grunt asked in disbelief and Mordin shook his head.

“No, Grunt. This droid is a heavily modified B1 battle droid. Typically they’re cheap and disposable combat units meant for light general duty. Trap-making and dismantling is not in their usual programming suite.” Mordin observed and the droid fished up a thermal detonator that had been hidden next to some rubble that was tied to an intentionally dusty tripwire.

“So who are you?” Penny asked, since this droid clearly wasn’t just a grunt.

“I’m hurt you don’t recognize me, Commander! I’m Dee! From the first Normandy!” The named droid informed her and she gasped in surprise. She’d figured Dee had gone down with the ship! He was in the engineering bay and only Chief Engineer Adams and a couple of his staff had made it out. “Daw is here too. HK tracked our IFF signals and picked us up since Ma programmed us to be engineers and he wanted a crew to start his bounty-hunting business.”

“I’m guessing Grease didn’t make it?” Garrus asked rhetorically, only for a pyjak to hurl a rock at his helmet from down the hall. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“No, that’s Oil, Grease’s daughter. Grease retired in the trees around here a few weeks ago.” Dee informed them before leading them onward.

“You don’t seem surprised about my appearance.” Penny commented with amusement. She always liked Dee, Daw and Grease. They added humor to an otherwise serious environment that was the old engineering bay.

“You still ping as Commander Shepard in my sensor suite. Who else could you be?” Dee replied with a shrug and Penny shook her head at the simple answer, yet didn’t understand how that could be.

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“Ash...I thought you were the responsible one…” I muttered as I finished getting dressed and helping Yola into her own suit. Shortly after Ashley started fucking Newtrus, the slime woman was so overwhelmed she was forced to assimilate the slime that was pleasuring us. Now after Ashley busted her magic nuts into the slime, the room was dominated by two spheres, one gray and visibly swirling with cum, the other a stretched-out tapestry of Jack’s tattoos.

“Not sorry.” Ashley purred from where her head was poking out from between the two masses of warmth, looking like the absolute picture of contentment.

“Ash-bitch, I’m having fun too, but we gotta get back to the Normandy. I can’t do that if I’m fucking stuck and you filled the person who was gonna sell me a Navel Pearl to the point she’s gone and turned into a fucking condom.” Jack shouted from around her 10-foot tapestry womb that was pressing into the ceiling and pinning her to the floor.

“Oh~, Newtrus not get fucked this well in centuries~.” Moaned the orb of cum before it suddenly snapped into the shape of Newtrus, her gooey fox tail bushy and her face beaming. “For this, Newtrus provides Navel Pearl at no charge!” Newtrus reached into her cleavage and produced a purple Navel Pearl before slithering up Jack’s side and squishing between her and the ceiling. Moments later, Jack was her normal size and she grunted as she sat up.

“Oof, fucking hell. This is awesome. I’ve got a cunt full of cream, but I don’t look like it. I feel so fucking fantastic.” Jack huffed as she held her stomach and bit her lip as she swished her hips about. “Holy shit. It’s sloshing…”

“Damn it, now I’ve gotta wait to take a nap under someone’s hot belly.” Ashley huffed and stood up before retrieving her clothes while she grumbled.

“Ashley, you need to take a reversal potion. This isn’t like you.” Yola implored and Ashley wilted with watery eyes.

“Do I have to?” Oh, no, not the sad-kitty face! That’s not fair~!

“Fuck yeah you do. I like this side of you Ash, but you’re usually the one on the receiving end.” Jack commented as she approached and slapped Ash’s ass, causing our transformed mate to purr and go from pleading to salacious. “Now then, let’s get back to the ship. Ash and I got a bunch of clothes and you two hopefully got a bunch of toys to make things even more exciting.”

“Before you leave, Newtrus must warn. Newtrus is the last of Cocoa and Willow’s first litter. Might get attention from mothers.” Newtrus warned Ashley, who shrugged, having gotten used to the risks inherent with dealing with lusty breed-hungry people. “Just saying, might demand Ash-mate visit kit-pups even though Newtrus is fine with caring for them alone.”

“Meh, I’ll visit if you ask. After this campaign I’m leaving the Alliance and retiring to Rannoch to a cliff-top seaside mansion.” Ashley replied as she approached the naked slime woman and pressed her pelvis into her groin as their matching breasts docked. “I wouldn’t mind if you showed up to make more~.”

“N-Newtrus can’t promise that.” Newtrus replied nervously as her breasts swelled into Ash’s and she backed away. “Newtrus happy to meet all, will keep in touch.” She was surprised when Ashley leaned forward and kissed her, then mewled when Ashley pulled away and winked before she led us out of Newtrus’ shop.

“So Ashley, you’re taking the potion as soon as we get back.” I reminded her and she huffed.

“Fine.” Ashley grumbled and rubbed her groin. “Gonna miss having nuts.” Ashley’s words made me sigh. Just fantastic, the formerly xenophobic religous bitch has turned into a xenophile with a desire for a sex-change. Wait. Is she still religious? Does she worship one of the...shit.