Nexus Effect

Ch.93

“I’m not surprised, but explain.” I huffed and leaned back against my back-legs, which were really neat to use as a support when I don’t feel like standing up straight.

“You have, in a mere two years, produced nearly 5000 offspring. Each of these children are organic-synthetic and a perfect example of Synthesis and their children are of such perfection as well. The Relays are gone, the Cycle cannot continue in this state without extensive delays, delays that would likely result in your plans for synthetic-organic symbiosis to achieve parity and cause the Cycle to become irrelevant. Thus the long-term solution, if you are unwilling to replace the Relays promptly, is to advance your goals further and spread your version of Synthesis.” Catalyst declared and I relaxed a little.

“You haven’t seen the light. I should still kill you, but with you willing to play ball and order the Reapers not to reap us, we could do that.”

“I am not finished.” Catalyst announced and summoned a scan of-I know that code. “This code, this unnamed AI, the one your organic lover Tali’Zorah is developing. It is different from the rest. It is being treated as a person from the start, not as a tool or a mere creation. It has not even chosen a name because it has no expressed purpose other than to simply be.”

“Yeah, because every other race decided to shoot their labor once they started acting like children.” I snarled and the original 3 Council races had the decency to look ashamed.

“This child is the true key. This synthetic child has the potential to achieve organic understanding without Synthesis. If this child-.”

“Wee!” A robotic Draconequus in a cheerleader uniform cheered as she flew in through the ceiling and she landed between us where she put down a Crystal shrub in a planter in the center of the Council chamber and giggled. “Okay, now that’s done, what was next? Hm, oh right.”

The busty bodacious bot hovered over the Catalyst and jumped on it’s hologram before somehow sliding it into her synthetic quim under her miniskirt and her stomach rapidly swelled into a full-term pregnancy. We all gawked aside from a yawning Medulla as her belly struggled and wriggled while the Citadel’s lights flicked, the ventilation shut on and off and a massive number of systems went haywire.

“Oh, yeah, keep fighting it.” This crazy, sexy machine moaned as she got off on this!

“Who are you, what are you doing?!” Lael cried out as he tried to keep his balance from the artificial gravity of the station fluctuating slightly.

“I’m Gidget, Spirit of Glitches! I was sent here with the Harmony Shrub and told to unbirth and rebirth a jerk-face old AI.” The busty Draconequus purred before the Citadel stopped going crazy and her shiny metallic belly stopped squirming. “Mm~, yes. All that corrupt code being cleansed. Mama Gidget likes~.” The twisted robotic entity of Chaos cooed before she suddenly popped out a clockwork egg under her miniskirt, which ‘hatched’ to reveal a blinking tiny robotic noodle draconequus. “Well, my work here is done! Tell H-!”

She vanished, as if she didn’t exist. I hope she didn’t just erase herself! “I...I can understand. Wh-what was that? Who was that? How did she do this to me?” Catalyst asked as he slithered into the air and looked at his mismatched little synthetic claws, one cat, one some sort of reptile. “Where is she? She could stop this disgusting Cycle I-I feel sick…” Catalyst bent over and vomited Argent onto his ‘egg’ and sniffled. “W-what have I done?!”

“Uh...your solution? Could you get back to that? It’ll help.” I gently reminded the horrified little noodle as my motherly instincts got stabbed in the ovaries so hard I barely restrained myself from snatching him up and putting him in my cleavage to snuggle and comfort him.

Oh, fuck it. “W-what?” Catalyst whimpered when I snatched him up and stuffed his lower half into my cleavage so I could smooch his head and pet his body. “W-what are you doing?” He sniffled and whimpered as he nuzzled me back in confusion.

“Can we arrest Gidget for interfering with the Citadel’s environmental system?” Asari councilor Avetora asked Medulla, since draconequus are exclusive to the Empire and the changeling sighed.

“I have no idea who she is or when she is from. Gidget is most likely from the future and a daughter of Eris, the most erratic of the Trinity of Chaos.” Melluda groaned as she rubbed her head. “And now we have Catalyst, Spirit of something before us.” Catalyst mewled and covered his eyes as he cried, but steadied himself enough to speak.

“S-Spirit of Synthetics. I-why do I know this? How is this possible? You should have this title, Nexus!” Catalyst cried out in despair and I shushed him, kissing his brow and using my breasts and neck to smother him in affection.

“Is he still connected to the Citadel? Should we run a trial for all past genocides?” Laiel asked Medulla again and I idly noted those two were fairly close.

“Unfortunately, no.” Medulla groaned and even leaned on her podium. “He was just Reborn. His past crimes are now irrelevant in Imperial Law, there is no precedent in Council Law to fairly judge his past actions either. Gidget just gave him a clean slate.” Medulla announced and Catalyst gawked up at them.

“No! Punish me! I should be deleted! Even if I spent the next million years serving the universe, my ignorant cruelty has been so complete and-!” I shushed him with a kiss to his brow and he mewled as I whispered suggestions to him. “I...I can do that, but...okay. M-my Solution, to end the Cycle. First: I will order the Reapers.” Catalyst gagged, as if he was going to throw up, but I used my fingers to rub his long belly and he calmed down. “I will order them to stand down and surrender.”

“So our efforts to gear up for all-out war will have been for nothing in the end? I won’t complain, but it’ll be rough explaining to everyone we can scale back our militaries.” Human Councilor Anderson asked and I shared a shake of the head with Catalyst.

“No, Hell is coming.” Medulla announced and her fellow Councilors looked confused. “Yes, that Hell, Anderson. The Christian Faith of Humanity got a lot wrong, but they weren’t wrong about the existence of Heaven and Hell, only, unfortunately, they are not as they are portrayed. Mostly. Hell is even worse than any scripture described, only instead of torture, they just slaughter all they come across when they’re not getting their rocks off to skinning infants alive. Heaven is full of pretentious holier-than-thou assholes who see mortals as little more than ants, there is no joy to be found there unless you’re an angel.”

“What?!” Shrieked Ashley, who had just entered with Yola and Tali. I see that dopey grin on your face sis, you totally enjoyed being a ship too!

“Oh, yeah, Ashley is Christian.” Penny coughed, looking embarrassed at the outburst of her other lover, her fox tail flicking about at the sudden attention being brought back to her.

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty head about any afterlife. Hell and Heaven are essentially two eternally warring factions with Jehovah and Asmodeus endlessly warring with mortal realms acting as their battlefields. We have no evidence of any singular God creating this universe unlike others. This one seems to have been created as a cosmic coincidence. It happens, we’ve seen universes born and snuffed out in the multiverse, it isn’t anything too special. Don’t worry, our universe isn’t due for cosmic heat-death for an impossibly long duration of time.” Medulla continued while everyone seemed about on the verge of an existential crisis.

I don’t need to worry about that, Primus will take me when I perish. Whoa. Uh, I wasn’t religious before, but then again Primus is my father and he will take my Spark when it fades. Oof, that all sounds very overtly religious for my tastes, but I won’t object to it since it’s fact. “You all can worry for your immortal souls afterward, right now, Little Catalyst here still needs to detail his Solution.” I reminded everyone and he shrunk into my cleavage when they turned their attention back on him.

“R-right. I will be ordering my Reapers to stand down, that the Cycle is over due to failure to achieve our goal through the methods we’ve been attempting. I will instead order them to help you reestablish a Relay Network to replace the one stolen by Hell. Your societies are dependent on their high-speed FTL and I won’t let the loss of it engender your societies to tilt towards failure.” Catalyst announced and then emerged from my cleavage to float on his own.

“We would appreciate that, but that cannot be all, considering you stated that Nora’Feell would need to rapidly propagate.” Valern mentioned and Catalyst looked at me nervously.

“I...it is so selfish of me to request, but could you please convert my failures, my Reapers, to LI? Could you grow and birth new Reapers...no, new Planters, to help tend to the galaxy and promote the growth of society?” Catalyst pleaded to me and I blinked.

“Of course. That’s basically my intention.” I mean, sure, I wouldn’t want to get within two star systems of an active Reaper, but if it means saving the galaxy, I’ll do what I must.

“Then you can begin by assimilating my lobotomized creation hovering in the outer layer of the brown dwarf star you know as Mnemosyne.” Catalyst declared and I nodded in acceptance. “Good...good.” Catalyst suddenly stopped floating and I caught him, the synthetic chaos noodle snoring adorably and I cooed as I put him in my cleavage for him to sleep. Poor little fella is all tuckered out.

“I’m so confused.” Anderson groaned, rubbing his bald head with a weary expression.

“Welcome to Imperial politics. Half of it is winging it.” Medulla summoned a tall plush chair and slumped back into it.

“I wonder if this would be easier if there weren’t any gods.” Laiel commented before Medulla summoned similar chairs for the other Councilors and they sat down.

“Trust me, half of the gods in the Empire and all of the Argentines wonder that regularly.” Medulla admitted while rubbing her smooth twisted horn.

“Is that why the Argentine Alliance never bothers with Imperial affairs anymore, because you annoy them to no end?” Avetora brought up, making Andromeda’s Ambassador groan.

“Why does everyone keep bringing them up?” Medulla huffed and I could understand the Council’s curiosity. The Argentines are very interesting.

“Well, you brought them up first and they gain attention wherever they’re involved or brought up.” Avetora said with a gesture down to where Hunter was standing. Wait, when did he get here?! I didn’t sense him at all! I know he’s the stealthy one, but sheesh! I have the processing power of a ship made of supercomputers!

“I can’t fool your eyes, but I can mess with your mind. It’s less a matter of avoiding your senses and simply telling your mind they don’t notice me.” Hunter said and I could easily guess it was only for me. Especially since before I couldn’t actually ‘hear’ him.

“Uncle Hunter! I thought I tasted muted emotions in here.” Medulla waved cheerfully at the sneakiest of the Marines. “Don’t bother asking him anything, anyone. Hunter doesn’t speak politics unless it’s in secret.”

“I’m not here for politics, I’m here to just fetch our friends here. We shouldn’t linger when there are things to do. Tell me how you’re doing later, dear. Don’t forget to call your granny Cocoa.”

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“That went well!” I chirped as I was flown back towards the Normandy, Penny being more adventurous this time and actually doing twirls, lazy barrel rolls and a few tricks I don’t know the names of, but this is so fun!

“I’ll say!” Yola giggled as she followed me. Here in the light of the Citadel, I could more easily see her dark maroon metal and my own dark navy metal. We’re not purple like those ancient monstrosities, it helps differentiate us from them I feel.

“Girls, as happy as I am that things are on the move, I’m still uneasy about you two mass-producing more Re-uh, Planters.” Penny said over our comms before she landed me on the dock next to the Normandy-hey. I guess I’m the Nexus since I’m a ship. Should Yola get a proper ship-name too? Unf~! Aw, I wish Penny would wriggle when entering or leaving me, I’d get more than a moment of pleasure then. “Nora, you can change now.”

“Oh, right.” I transformed and watched Yola land where I’d vacated by shrinking along with my transformation. I could see her quiver as Ashley slid out of her quim and then again when Tali emerged. “Wow, that is unexpectedly sexy. Okay sis, they’re out.”

“Hm? Oh.” Yola transformed and was smiling like a ninny and I bet I was too. “That is so satisfying. I hope to do stuff like that more often.”

“You’re about to.” Pillar said when he approached us from the airlock of the Normandy. “ONI already had a team looking into the Reaper at Mnemosyne, so we’re going to get you two there right away. Sorry Penny, but it seems the Normandy and your team have been relegated to investigating other things.”

“W-what?! I’m not leaving them!” Penny snarled, her tail going extra-floofy and twitching.

“You must. You’re needed elsewhere, they’re needed at Mnemosyne. As an ordained priest of many faiths, I can just marry you all right now, even Marrow In Absentia since she is both a galaxy away and still molting.” Pillar declared and snapped his fingers which summoned a felt box full of solid crystal rings. “Sorry if it’s so casual, but the sooner it is done, the better.”

“B-but since we’re marrying Marrow, won’t we need to have an orgy?” Tali stuttered as she gestured to the public area that was the dock where the Normandy was moored.

“Ah, yes. Changeling weddings are like that, but since Marrow is not here, the orgy can be delayed until she is available.” Pillar announced and we all both felt relief, yet a palpable sense of disappointment. “So, do you wish to be wed now, make it official or wait until later?”

“Now! I’m tired of beating around the bush!” Penny snarled and snatched the box of rings, putting one on her left ring finger and she gasped when it turned a pale blue. “Is it a mood ring or something?” She asked as she put a ring on Tali’s outside finger on her left hand and it turned a vibrant topaz, then Ashley’s turned bright pink when she giddily accepted the ring, her worries lessened by this event.

“No. It merely shows a preference. Since these are base crystal rings enchanted to alchemically alter into the gemstone their wearer prefers, whether intently or subconsciously, they won’t reflect the desires of the one gifting them. In this case: Marrow. She may give you new rings later if she feels these rings are not suitable.” Pillar informed them and the newlywed women all squealed and hugged each other with kisses before they turned on Yola and I for kisses and hugs. “Now, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid my siblings and I can’t join either of you. Hell has pulled all its forces out from Andromeda and our own galaxy in our home dimension.”

“Wait, are you saying they could be attacking the Milky Way?!” Penny asked in a panic, but Pillar shook his head.

“No. So far there hasn’t been a rise of any sort of Hell Incursion. However, they have left open a door for us to travel through, suspiciously enough. We’ll traverse it alone and see what’s hiding within.” That definitely screams trap, but none of them would try to stop them. I wouldn’t. They’re the specialists. “Now, I will be sending you off immediately.” Wait, what?!

“Pil-?!”

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“-lar?! Wow, he’s a douche sometimes.” I huffed and looked around to notice a sweating unicorn in a black hardsuit and spiked metal collar with a powder-blue chitined aqua-eyed changeling in a green hardsuit with a similar collar next to her putting ice on her horn, which caused the ice to steam and hiss as her scarily hot red horn was quenched. “Yikes! Are you okay?!”

“I w-will be.” The yellow-orange coated mare with bacon-like hair huffed and winced as her teal eyes looked up at her horn. “This isn’t the first time I’ve cooperatively teleported multiple people halfway across a galaxy. My first time, my horn actually exploded.” The mare said as she held out her left hand. “Sunset Shimmer, Mistress of Magic just one step removed from Twilight Sparkle. I’m the official from ONI: Magic Division assigned to oversee this site.”

“Oh, okay. Are there any non-indoctrinated Cerberus agents left?” I asked before I shook her hand, since I knew otherwise that they’d have been turned into Husks if they were.

“We’ve cleaned up their Husks and Ocellus has been keeping us clear of the Indoctrination.” Sunset answered and thumbed behind her at the dormant Reaper Core. Oh. They did all the work and even brought us right to the core. Convenient. “We’ve got a few tankers in orbit full of Argent and raw materials based on your previous experiences with growing more powerful and turning yourselves into factories.”

“How do you know we’ll end up as factories?” Yola asked suspiciously and Sunset raised a brow. “...Right. This is probably to be expected then.”

“You don’t live for 7000 plus years in a society obsessed with sex and breeding as much as it is with violence, death and undeath and go into a situation like this without preparing for beyond ridiculous hyperpregnancy.” Sunset huffed and gestured us to get on with it.

I shared a look with Yola and we both shrugged before approaching the core. I jacked directly into it with a tentacle leg and Yola did the same next to me. It was...sad. This Reaper was genuinely dead, running on automated systems and unable to recover from a recursive loop that had effectively lobotomized it with the piling up of corrupted systems. Welp, time to assimilate-.

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-I snapped awake and moaned oddly silently in hunger~! So starving! I need food! I looked around and noticed the Imperial Tanker nearby. I reached for it and paused at noticing the scale. I looked down, seeing my sexy dark navy metallic breasts, then looked past that to notice my tentacles emerging from my back and my legs were the same. I then turned and gawked at the gas planet I had been in-eep!

I felt something entering my vagina and felt someone pressing amongst my tentacles and looked back to see Yola, my beautiful sister-wife leering lecherously at me with her gorgeous dark maroon robotic face that mimicked her more organic-looking one perfectly. [Sister. You are so beautiful.] I heard her say in my mind as her lips moved and I gasped silently in the vacuum of space as one of her own tentacles pushed deep into my sex.

[Oh~, only as beautiful as you.] I mewled and used my tentacles to search her lower body, wrapping around her thighs and ass until I could enter her own quim and she silently moaned and began sucking on my neck, the flesh-like metal allowing me to feel her as if we were in our normal bodies in atmosphere rather than in space, the size of fucking dreadnoughts.

We were about to be literally fucking dreadnoughts. Then we paused, silently moaning in hunger as the tanker drew closer and the polygonal rear engine and crew portion detached from the long cylinder before backing away and flying off. I grabbed the tank and brought it to my mouth, sucking on the end and my eyes rolled back as the delicious tang of Argent flooded my mouth and flowed down into my body.

I heard Yola whine into my mind, but another tanker delivered her a tank and she gladly accepted it. We drank and then ate the giant containers while we slowly fucked each other with our tentacles and a small fleet of tankers continued to deliver us sustenance. When did the Empire have time to prepare all of this? I get they had a master mage here and warp portals aren’t unheard of for them, but they’re not Stargates.

I paused in my feasting and spasmed as I began gushing into my sister and she reciprocated, our metal-flesh stomachs swelling with our respective payloads of seed, then they firmed up and began churning away, the factories within us going to work.

I smiled vapidly and went back to eating, still fucking my sister-wife, growing, building, becoming more and adding more to this universe. At this moment, I felt bliss beyond comprehension and kissed my sister-wife before our bellies grew too big to reach one another from the front.