Nexus Effect

Ch.94

“I can’t believe it…” Marrow gawked as she looked out of the viewport. She was now a natural 8 feet tall, her proportions the same as before, but she was notably more powerful in presence. The dark green-blue changeling queen looked upon her beloved wives that orbited the gas giant Mnemosyne.

They looked like two giant moon-sized space stations, completely spherical aside from the tentacles emerging from their smooth surfaces at equal distances, ensuring they had full reach over their whole surface and a good several hundred meters away from their planetoid bodies. Their arms, legs, heads, even breasts were all gone, assimilated into their giant factory bodies.

Any concern she could’ve had for their mental welfare was hammered down by the absolute bliss the twins were experiencing from building the Planters within their bodies and then birthing the super-dreadnoughts at a rate of one per week. That said, it was only two weeks since their metamorphosis into entities worthy of worship and between them they had four green-hulled Planters who were akin to their Reaper counterparts.

They were friendly and understood the circumstances of their births, so they were actively aiding in the supply efforts to keep the twins going in their production since it would still be potentially a year at the earliest that the Reapers will arrive at the command of Catalyst to begin reconstructing the Relay Network.

So until then, there was a Conduit-class Relay chain set up for the Thorne System leading to Rannoch, where the first Harmonia Gates in the Milky Way have been established to facilitate all of this. Thankfully they were on the same side of the galaxy and only had to run the chain from Hawking Eta through the Caleston Rift, Phoenix Massing and the Far Rim to get a safe Relay chain to the Perseus Veil. Unfortunately, the Conduit Relays needed up to an hour to recharge before they could send another ship, of any size, so it was still limited to an average of 24 ships in or out of the Thorne system per 24-hour cycle.

It was still faster than the days worth of travel each ship would’ve had to take otherwise.

All-in-all, Marrow was so fucking turned on by her planetoid-sized ship-factory wives she was creaming her hardsuit. “Oh~, I want them so bad~!” Marrow whined as she groped her boobs.

“I know.” Penny huffed and rubbed her hardsuit-clad groin with a pout. “I’m both immensely aroused by them, yet incredibly worried. Will they ever return from this?”

“They should. Hermais insisted that was why she incorporated a Triple-Change Cog in Nora’s conversion and that since Yola is her twin sister, the conversion would’ve altered her the same way due to soul-heredity.” Marrow explained while she looked one of her new wives over, practically having to hold herself back from jumping the vixen due to all of the heady emotions.

“That’s good to know. I’m still glad to be married to them either way, but it’d be a bit awkward to tell the kids they can’t visit their famas right now because they’re still ship factories.” Penny snorted in amusement and rubbed her flat stomach, wistfully feeling the vast numbers of children in her and Urta’s shared womb, but none of them were her’s after she birthed her latest batch of beautiful babies from Nora and Yola. They were all developed to the point of individuality upon birth and it broke her heart that she couldn’t raise any of them.

The fact they were Gray Goo didn’t help either, because that’s essentially what the factories churning within Nora and Yola were. “So are we going to try and talk to them? Sunset says’ they’re so overloaded with pleasure that they’re not responding to normal communications.” Marrow asked.

“No. I’m fine.” Penny looked into her eyes and felt her body warming up at the tenderness in it, flashes of passion, kissing, lovemaking-. “Sorry. I’m getting some memory bleeds from Urta.” Penny warned her before she moved in to kiss her and she gently kissed back before they parted chastely. “Thanks for indulging me.”

“The Planters may be their children, but they come preloaded with understanding their situation, that the galaxy might hinge on their contributions. They also understand that once things calm down, they can pursue their own paths. The fact they can’t Indoctrinate is also in their favor.” Reported Sunset Shimmer, who had teleported onto the ship the moment they entered the system. She was looking over reports most of the time since she was in charge of all this.

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Unf, oh~! Yes my baby. Yes. Climb out of mommy. Oof~! I may have made your hectocotylus tentacle a bit bigger than necessary, but I’ll-hnng~ get you out! Ah~! Ah...so satisfying...welp! Time for the next-! “Nope! You forgot already like I figured you might! Transform back into your base form so you don’t have to work on losing all the extra mass this one has right now.”

Oh. Right, I’m being moved.

I transformed-whoa~! I transformed again, this time into my ship form and used my omni-directional propulsion to steady myself and look in glee at my beautiful green-hulled baby~! [Aw~! You’re so handsome!] I gushed as I used my many tentacle-legs to hug my son, only idly wondering why I was the same size as my dreadnought-sized child.

[Thank you mother Nexus. I do not yet have a name, for it is my captain who has the honor, but know that I cherish you creating me.] My thus-unnamed son replied and hugged me back before we got tackled by Yola and her freshly-created daughter in more hugs! Tentacles make all the hugs best hugs!

“Not to upset you, but we need you humanoid and sized reasonably.” The voice of the polite guy from before echoed in my mind and I ‘smooched’ my son and daughter on their upper chassis before spotting the Normandy and flying at it with speed, before turning back into my quarian form and latching onto the hull, Yola mimicking me nearby. We then crawled to the bridge airlock and got in, waiting for it to cycle before it could let us in.

“Loves!” Penny cheered before tackling us and promptly splashing out of her hardsuit on impact with our incredibly dense bodies. Uh, I guess the size-changing ability does have some limitations. We need Navel Pearls even if they’re built-in somehow damn it!

“Need these?” A busty unicorn asked before she held up two purple Navel Pearls in her magic before she popped them into Yola and I’s respective belly buttons without warning. Woo~! I finally have one and it should work!

“Blurble-what are you two made of?” Penny grumbled after she poured her mocha-swirled slime back into her suit and reformed the mocha fleshy-fluffy exterior.

“What sort of material are they made out of?” The unicorn answered our wife’s question with her own in a cheeky manner.

“Super dense grey goo?” I guessed, since I wasn’t quite sure about Transformer morphology.

“Eh, I don’t know much about you two.” She shrugged before turning to Penny. “So, what now?”

“Well, we’re heading to Rannoch so these two can finish churning out Planters in an easier location.” Penny replied and nodded towards Joker, who nodded and began moving the ship.

“Hm, does your crew know about Hell and all its demons? Do any of you know?” Questioned the busty sexy Unicorn that filled out her hardsuit like she was born to flaunt it. If anything, she was equally proportioned to Penny, which matched Urta and Wiatr if I understand it. She winked and I smiled sheepishly at being caught ogling.

“I’ve started informing them from what Pillar had explained to me about them, which was an hours-long university-style lecture.” Penny informed the woman who nodded in approval.

“Then you know your ways of conducting war won’t cut it. Staying behind cover doesn’t help you because demons don’t stay in one spot, they move like a tide. If they see you ducked behind cover, they’ll rush you and rip and tear you apart before you even draw breath. Bounty’s assault on Illum was a perfect example, you know, the bitch that tried to have you assassinated?” The heterochromatic busty Unicorn pointed out and she gave me an up-down with her eyes. I covered my nipples and groin with tentacle-legs the moment she made me realize I was naked, Yola mimicked me.

“Yes, I remember.” Penny growled in anger. “She was like a leaf in a tornado.”

“And like one, none of you could land a hit on her. It didn’t help that you were all standing in one place. She could’ve killed all of you if she wanted, but she would mess with you, playing with you. You’d never stood a chance.” The ONI spook bluntly laid it out for Penny, who bristled. “While these two do their thing on Rannoch, I propose that you, Commander and whoever you choose to make up your team, will be trained in the Ripatorium with the AA’s best instructors.”

“Ripatorium?” I don’t think I’ll want to train in a place named like a slaughterhouse. Everyone’s attention returned to me and they all looked at me in surprise and arousal. I furrowed my brow, wondering why they would react like that when I have the tips of three tentacle-legs wrapping around my sides and between my legs to cover my nips and puss-fuck. I think I may have been less lewd staying naked.

“Of course, this means you’ll have to transfer over to their dimension to do so. You’ll be the first visitors to represent what the Milky Way has to offer. Be warned; their dimension is a lot more dangerous.” The ONI unicorn, who I realize might actually be a changeling, declared.

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“So what is the Ripatorium?” Jacob asked as we gathered in the war room to discuss what the ONI operative was proposing to my friends. I may not be able to participate due to me being on factory detail, but I want to know what my friends and lovers are getting into. I noticed that Jack was missing, but I didn’t ask where she was since the meeting was underway.

“It’s hard to explain. Basically it’s how the Argentines train their superb soldiers for fighting against Hell and others as well.” The spook summoned a hologram that displayed what she was talking about. The Argentines moved swiftly and killed with ruthless efficiency, their battles brutal as they fought demons. “As you can see, they never stop moving around. Those that do, are the first to die quickly. Hence the reason they don’t stay in one spot. Besides the Defenders, but they’re one of the Specialists.”

“Nothing a big gun can’t fix.” Grunt retorted with a scoff.

“If you get the chance, because they have big guns of their own.” The spook sized up the weapons on the hologram to what I guess are the real sizes, making me realize that the weapons the Marines use aren’t unique for their size, rather for their quality.

“Which is why once Nora and Yola have set themselves back up, we’ll be taking you to Devorak to utilize the Ripatorium for training. It’s a supermax prison for captured demon prisoners or hardlight constructs for initiates which is where you’ll be starting at. The Ripatorium is so complex, that the only one is aboard the Temple of DOOM.” The Spook, who I’m calling that since she didn’t give us her name, informed everyone.

“So you can train us up without us getting mauled to death at the start? If only more of them could be built, our own militaries would clamber over each other for a system like that.” Garrus commented and everyone nodded in agreement. “However, we’re still just mortals from our respective species. We don’t even have gene modding like Imperial soldiers do.”

“We were at this long before we came to your galaxy. The Argentines have been supreme warriors even longer. So you could imagine how things were without such technology to aid them.” Spook groped her massive mams. “I mean, I wouldn’t be this naturally stacked if not for mods, yeah, but the Argentines were busting Hell’s chops before our government even existed or had any modding.

“That said, aside from Penny, you’ll all be getting heavily modded too, at least with the standard suite of our super-soldier serums, any other Imperial add-ons you’ll have to buy or trade for. Penny is set already, what with her being Urta’s twin sister by genetic adoption. She could trounce anyone who isn’t one of the Six.”

“What about Nora and I?” Yola questioned as she held up a hand, which morphed into a sort of blaster nozzle and fired a bolt of green energy that dented and seared the wall next to Grunt. “Eep!”

“Oh right, Transformers have built-in weapons!” I chuckled at the realization that I’m a walking arsenal even when I’m not a giant space cuttlefish ship robot thing. “But yeah, will we get trained eventually?”

“After you’ve built enough Planters for a respectable fleet, I don’t see why not.” Spook shrugged before her eyes shimmered turqoise and she nodded before she stepped-holy fuck she’s hot! “Empress Urta? My info said you wouldn’t be here this soon.”

“Sis!” Penny beamed brightly and leaped for the glowing turquoise carbon-copy of her save the smaller ears and lack of mohawk and they hugged. “I thought I wasn’t ever going to meet you again!”

“Penny~!” Urta spun her nearly-a-twin around and then they kissed! Oh gosh did they kiss! It’s so damn hot that they’re both moaning and groping-are Urta’s ears getting bigger and is she growing her own mohawk?! “Mm~, mwah! There! Now we can be more accurately twins! Love the hair and ears!”

“Oh by Wiatr, you’re so fucking hot. We’re so fucking hot~.” Penny went back in and the two hardsuit-clad sex-on-legs slime vixens began making out properly, even staggering to a couch where some heavy petting ensued after Penny pinned Urta to the cushions.

“Uh, okay, so how did that relationship start?” Miranda asked with a vibrant blush across her cheeks.

“With Urta confusing Commander Shepard’s sexuality when they first met according to my data on them. Anyway, I’ll give you all proper data pamphlets on the Ripatorium and the involved curriculum. Please don’t let the Empress get carried away.” Spooky left us be and everyone who wasn’t in a sexual relationship with Penny quickly fled the room.

I wasn’t about to stop the hottest incestuous makeout session in the universe, but I didn’t exactly have the maxed-out LUST meter to give in and start an orgy. “So...uh...how have you all been while Yola and I have been making ship-babies?”