Nexus Effect

Ch.96

Bryan paced around as his brothers and sister were busy examining their new biosynthetic bodies. The fact their base forms were anthro was a relief to Bryan, since although they apparently could shift without Transforming to appear human if they wanted, it wasn’t default. Humanity hasn’t served them well until recent memory and even then barely.

“I am torn right now. I’m stuck between upset that this had to be done and grateful because what kid from the 80s or 90s didn’t want to be Optimus Prime growing up?” Vinnie said as she morphed her left hand between a hand, a blaster weapon and a blade. The yellow bunny-wolf was just as bodaciously buxom and shapely as ever, save for the forearms and calves being robotic, but that seemed to be the norm for them. “I mean, I’m more Arcee, but still.”

“Sis, could you please put some clothes on?” Bryan pleaded with his sexy sister, who stuck her tongue out at him cheekily while putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her heaving chest basketballs at him playfully. “Now is not the time.”

“I don’t know, Bryan. This is as good a time as any to get familiar with the new ‘equipment’.” Rico said from his place at one of the wall-spanning mirrors, the black wolf patting his upsettingly blank groin. “I mean, I still feel my spunk bunkers down there, but they’re gone! That’s all sorts of convenient!”

“I am in agreement there, but it wasn’t exactly a problem before with the magic provided by the Empire’s dimension.” Edward, the black wolf’s white counterpart, started with a shrug.

“Kevin, do you still have Silphen’s soft metal fur?” Bryan asked the youngest of the group.

“Yes I-I’m talking…” Kevin rubbed his gray-furred throat and Bryan felt elation, so he was sure everyone else was too. “I don’t...this feels so wrong after speaking telepathically for thousands of years. I’m going back to this. I...I don’t feel right using my actual voice yet.” Kevin finished over comms. Right, they’re not organic anymore, telepathy is easily replaced by voiceless communications then.

“Hey, you do you.” Vinnie cooed gently to their formerly voiceless sibling and hugged him lovingly. “Wait...how will this impact my connection to Tzeentch? I don’t...I don’t feel unhinged at all compared to before…” Vinnie pondered in concern and tapped her left optic, which glowed a gentle yellow unlike her ‘shock’ yellow fur. “Oh no, did becoming Transformers heal all of our issues, not just physically? My mild insanity was what let me be so bullshit!”

“I guess so.” Bryan sighed as Kevin pulled out the patch of fur. “I was hoping you could use your magic to infuse this soft metal fur into us, but if we can’t use magic, I guess we’re stuck with what we got.” Bryan looked himself in the mirror, his soft red eyes shining back at him. He didn’t like losing his natural eyes, but if it’s between this and death, he’d choose this.

“Oh, wait, hold on. Let me-.” Vinnie grabbed Bryan’s tail and he blinked before with a sharp tug, Bryan was looking Brennie in the mirror and she yelped, grabbing her breasts to cover her nips. “Yes! You can gender swap with a tail tug!”

“I-I told you not to just do that!” Brennie yanked her tail away and then grabbed Vinnie’s tail, giving it a tug...but she didn’t change. “Uh...Vinnie?”

“Um...surprise? I...kinda...decided recently that I prefer being female?” Vinnie admitted sheepishly and Brennie looked at her sister in disappointment. Not at her choice, but at not letting her know.

“Did you hear that?” Edward asked the others as he looked around at the sound of snickering.

“Oh no, like I need the Trinity of Chaos trying to knock me up more frequently.” Brennie mewled with her sinuous dragon tail flicking above her thicc booty in a mixture of worry and anticipation.

“More~?” Three voices purred and Brennie somehow blushed through her fur and scales before yelping when three pairs of mismatched hands grabbed her calves and she was somehow being dragged through a suddenly-long hallway by six impossibly long arms that stretched from the new doorway at the end as she whimpered.

“No~!” Brennie wailed before she was pulled into the warp and the room went back to normal.

“...Damn it. Those three have such a damn fixation on Brennie!” Vinnie huffed in frustration at her sibling being the object of obsession when female when she wasn’t even primarily female.

“Is everything okay?” Urta yawned when she entered the lavish bedroom with a giant novelty mug of coffee. “Brennie has my nieces ramming her cervix again? You’re next, you know.”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen! I was examining Bryan’s new body and I ended up finding a button that switches gender, so they snatched her away.” Vinnie growled as her extra-fluffy wolf tail flicked about in agitation along with her long bunny ears.

“Well, now you’ve gone and done it. I woke up to Bryan being cute and giving me wake-up cunnilingus, you snatch him away to this spare bedroom to examine each other, I get coffee and then I find out you’ve got her sucked into The Hole.” Urta slurped her coffee and Runner blinked before looking at the ominous hole in the floor.

“What hole-oh my god!” Vinnie jumped away from it but noodly draconequus arms wrapped around her and she screamed in surprise when she was yanked into The Hole while Urta just kept sipping coffee when they grabbed her too. It was just another Tuesday to her.

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“Hm, what is that sound?” I wondered when I woke up. Wait, we’re still giant robot space stations? I thought we...I guess I dreamed it. Well, we can’t Transform now, not with science and engineering teams inside us. I brought up a system message. Woof, I overheated at some point, but I’m fine now. Now then, why are we still...ah.

It’s something about needing to classify us properly since we’re habitable interstellar entities. I’m still amused that they’re enamoured with my seemingly infinite quantity of breastmilk that can dispense from the two canteens in my tits. Yeah, that’s right, my bunkerage has two cafeterias! Suck it shipgirls! I am a superior shipgirl! Pan-paka-pan~!

“Huh, sis, what is all this Japanese nonsense coming from your code?” Yola asked as she looked up from her hand-cannon while a team was examining it similar to what was going on with my own hand-cannons. We’re linked via comms, so we’re not going to bother with cant. It’s kinda annoying to have to instantly parse all that data at once, no matter how easy it’s become. I prefer to just talk, so does Yola apparently. “Also, what is that noise?”

“Oh, right. My brain went to funny places. Anyway, I hear something that sounds like muffled sex.” I said before I heard a woman screaming in pleasure. “Yep, definitely passionate sex going on inside me somewhere. I wish I had cameras.” Yet I’m also glad I don’t. I mean, sure, spoopy to not know what is going on perfectly inside of me, but at the same time I don’t want to violate their privacy. Even if it is inside me. I have standards!

“Aw, you always get all the fun.” Yola huffed and I smiled sheepishly at being the one who tended to attract more raunchy shenanigans. “The closest I can get to that right now is someone flushing the toilets inside me and checking my plumbing.” I somehow don’t consider it gross that people can go to the toilet inside me. I also have showers and baths, real ones! Luxurious!

I’m a space station with bathtubs. I am opulent! Lesser space stations wish they could waste water like I do! “Considering we have the same facilities in our ship forms, I’m not surprised.” I shrugged and winced when the shuttle scanning my left cannon got jostled and I mouthed an apology towards them. “I just wish they’d decide whether or not to let us change back or crew us and put us on permanent factory detail or crew us and use us as command ships.”

“I understand we both have a fetish for having people inside us, but I’d rather go back to normal. I want to hug and kiss our lovers, go to lunch with our kids, sunbathe at our mansion…” Yola mewled and I wilted in agreement. We could use a vacation, but Hell isn’t going to wait for us to be ready.

“Hello, can you hear me? I know places like this tend to have VI.” I stiffened and smiled at the sound of Runner panting over my comms. “Hey, uh, we were kinda abducted by the Chaos Trinity and I just escaped while they were pumping Brennie and Urta full of cum. I don’t have time to get pregnant too, so where’s the nearest exit?”

“Hey, Runner. You’re inside of me. I’m afraid the nearest exit is the bridge airlock just beneath you. It connects to my mouth, but unless you have an EVA-rated suit, I can’t let you through there.” I replied and she squealed as she was likely nabbed by her captors and I giggled. “Sorry Runner, but it sounds like you’re going to have fun. Just please don’t damage anything in me.”

“Runner is having sex in you? No fair~! She’s such a beast in bed!” Yola whined and I smirked lecherously at my sister as I wagged my hectocotylus tentacle at her and she flushed hotly at recognizing which tentacle it was. “Sh-shutting up. I don’t feel like being a factory again so soon.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Why did the boys leave us in charge of overseeing their training?” Luna asked with fond exasperation as she watched the Normandy crew battle in the Ripatoruim. Considering they were still only through the first batch of modding and it’s only been a few months, they were doing fairly well.

“It’s because they’re training as well. With their new bodies, they need to learn what they can do now.” Svartr casually told her lover as she leaned on the observation window, watching the team have trouble with a wave of Pinkies. “I’m just glad Brennie is getting more in touch with her feminine side. Remember when she went mad with power after discovering a few shoulder-rolls could get most males to do anything?” Svartr huffed as she straightened her black body-conforming armor and her hardsuit under it.

“Love, you know that’s not exactly true. Sure, she convinced some guys to do things they normally wouldn’t, but aside from that she has been mainly male since she says it’s harder to stay focused with ‘two tons of fun’ on her chest.” Celestia commented as she channeled her magic to make the chamber heat increase. The Goddess of Light and de-facto ruler of Equus proper wore a gold and red gown that molded to her body like a second skin, revealing that she was indeed the gold standard of what the Empire considered desirable in females.

“The bird fell down again.” Luna sighed as she commanded the fight to cease, her hardsuit revealing she matched her sister in every way. Fitting as they were twins. “I’ll lecture them this time. I just wish their best soldiers didn’t have to take over a lot of their duties. We have work too.” Luna pouted as she got up from her chair.

“Please remember that Garrus’ people may be raptors, but they are not birds. They take exception to that comparison.” Celestia said from her own side of the control room as Luna went down to the cleared Ripatorium and strutted through the door the moment it was opened. Fuck was Luna such a sexy mare, especially when she went into authoritarian bitch mode.

“Front and center!” Luna demanded, her piercing silver-blue slitted eyes narrowing as she watched Penny and her whole team stand at attention. “What have we told you about going solo?”

“To never do it unless you’re a certified badass.” The strike team of the Normandy SR-2 chorused as Luna looked them all over.

“Only Grunt and Penny are classified as badasses and they still shouldn’t be going solo. What possessed you to go solo, Vakarian?” Luna demanded from the 8-foot tall metallic raptor as she looked him in his beady eyes. Through the months of modding and training, he’d become comparable to images she’d seen of Saren Arterius.

“I got cocky. I’m so used to being able to down a target in one shot that I underestimated the durability of that Pinky and figured I could deal with it faster if I broke off and flanked it.” Garrus admitted shamefully and she nodded at his understanding that he screwed up.

“Hey, Luna? Gordon wants to show them how it's done.” Svartr announced over the intercom as an orange-armored wolf Diamond Dog appeared from a flash of the chamber’s teleporters. His armor looked blocky with a simple symbol that Luna recognized as the Black Mesa project that had accidentally opened a portal to a hostile dimension, one that was luckily not hell. They were still violent assholes however, so they were treated as no different.

“Who is this asshole?” Grunt huffed as they were all relocated to an overhang designated as a safe spot by a green square while Gordon stood in the center of the room.

“That asshole is mute, so he can’t even speak, but his actions will speak for him.” Luna huffed in disapproval for the 9-foot-tall krogan’s dismissal. The mods had made him bigger, stronger, faster. Unfortunately they also made him cockier. They were going to need to reaffirm the humility-infusion lessons for the armies of his kind being raised to combat Hell so they don’t become Pride Demons and turn on everyone like their ancestors, but for different reasons.

The Ripatorium spawned a wave of Imps, the lowest caste of demons Hell produces and thus the most numerous entrapped within the Ripatorium’s pocket dimension prison.

The following battle was so brutal, so bloody, so badass, that everyone gawked and watched as the unassuming lupine diamond dog ripped and tore his way through demons like a thresher processing wheat. He used only basic weapons available to Imperial foot soldiers and bafflingly enough, a crowbar, to do it all.

“Goodness, Gordon. We’ll have to restock on Imps now. The Snatchers are overworked as it is keeping the Doom Marines supplied with training dummies.” Celestia huffed in a mixture of respect and annoyance.

“How?” Grunt asked as he gawked at the red-hot crowbar being shaken by the silent dog.

“Gordon is a certified Badass. You and Penny are just barely there. Gordon still can’t compare to any of the Doom Marines, who are rated as Hyper Lethal. I am a powerful ancient goddess and I am still weaker than Gordon.” Luna announced and everyone nodded warily. “Our goal is to get each of you up to Gordon’s standard. The average trooper of the Empire isn’t a Badass, but every Sentinel must rate a minimum of...Badassitude? I still think these are ridiculous. Why not give the rankings titles or proper classifications rather than statistics?”

“You mean to say you don’t know what the Night Sentinels are ranked as?” Garrus questioned and Luna let out a huff.

“Regardless! The point is, you must reach their level or surpass it. For now, get some rest and be ready tomorrow.” Luna strutted back up to the control room and Celestia chuckled when she plopped her fine ass into her chair.

“Don’t be too upset, you could be just as badass as us if you tried.” Celestia soothed her twin’s ego, only for Luna to sigh and shake her head.

“You and I both know that, but we also know that we are so damn busy that we are lucky we have the time to spend here training these people up to whatever measurable standard the Argentines base their elites around.” Luna huffed and rubbed her brow. “Badassitude?”

“Runner said something about it being a ‘Borderlands’ reference.” Celestia said while rubbing Luna’s shoulders and enjoying the casual intimacy of her sister on her lap.

“I think she said that to throw us off. I can’t see Berserker agreeing to it unless it served a more secretive purpose. Much like how he founded ONI with Cocoa while Hunter acted to take the credit so he wouldn’t be bothered.” Luna insisted between groans as her sister massaged her.

“Also something about a ‘Mister Torgue High-Five Flexington’.” Celestia clarified and Luna laughed loudly in amusement. “So how many secrets does Berserker have?”

“Let’s not think about it.”

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“So you have a schematic of me?” I asked eagerly as I bounced on my toes in front of Chrysanthemum, who was the one to meet us after we finally changed back and got a ride down to RIT. Yola and I were still naked aside from using a trio of tentacles to cover our nips and cunt in a sexy ‘worse than naked’ way that I think I might just adopt as my norm considering it made everyone blush unless they were of sterner stuff like Chrys was.

“Yes, not that hard once the engineers combed your insides and those six were in your head.” My daughter chuckled with a shake of her head as she bit her lip. “Damn mom. If you weren’t my mother, I’d consider these schematics to be enough reason to breed with you on principle.”

“But we are your mothers and we have issue with genuine incest.” Yola reminded our daughter and I nodded in agreement. It’s one thing between Yola and I, we grew closer as people before we became sisters. Our children are our children and I refuse to have sexual relations with any of them. Not that they aren’t sexy, I’ll fap to them if I need to for any odd reason, but never go there. Blech.

“Aw, not following my mom?” Eris cooed when she wiggled out of my ear.

“I don’t care how Wiatr does things, but CNA means that our offspring are related to us physically. Even if we had them before our evolution.” I declared sternly and yanked the noodly Spirit of Chaotic Time from my ear. “I don’t care if Dongoruas has made it safe to be inside me at normal size, out!”

“Okay, okay. Yeesh.” Eris grumbled and snapped her fingers, then after a few seconds she nodded. “Dongo has vacated your headspace with the others. Thanks for hosting us!” She smooched my nose and then exploded in a spray of downy fluff that stuck to my face like a mustache and beard, which I burned off with a weak flame from my left hand blaster.

“I am kinda done now. Okay then, what was it we heard about elite training before Penny and Urta fucked us senseless and we blacked out on autopilot for three months?” I asked my brightest daughter, who I pursed my lips at as I tilted my head.

“Oh, that. You’re not organic, so training you the same way won’t work as well. Instead we have our own Neural Dive Simulator: NDS here at RIT, where both synthetics and organics with the right cerebral implant can engage in risk-free training that will benefit you just as well as their Ripatorium, at least in technique and motion memory.” Chrys said as I approached my daughter and she blinked. “Mom?”

“Sweetie. Are you still single?” At her wilting bug-pony ears and sad expression, I sighed. “Sweetie, work isn’t all there is to life. Ever since you learned to speak, you’ve never taken a moment for yourself that wasn’t about education or advancing knowledge.”

“But those are things I’m passionate about.” Chrys protested and I took her hands in mine as I looked her in the eyes.

“Sweetie. For decades I did what I liked while I did my duty and I was still miserable without your sire. I know you’re not happy. You lack the spice that makes life worth living. You need to get out there, find somebody.” I insisted and she sighed.

“Mom. I can’t. There’s too much to do. Nobody understands. I can’t just go out there, find a mate, fuck them and be happy. I need someone who can speak to me about what I’m passionate about. This place has many of the brightest minds in the Milky Way and even some from Andromeda and none of them can keep up. I want someone as smart as I am or even smarter, who can talk shop along with talking dirty.” Chrys wilted further. “Javik is that kind of person, but he already said he doesn’t want to ‘taint’ me.”

“Oh, baby.” Yola mewled as she hugged Chrys from one side while I sandwiched her from the other side. “There has to be someone-.”

“Heya! I’m looking for a brainy girl with dark green-blue chitin and purple eyes.” Gidget shouted after she squeezed out of a console port far too small for her thicc busty body, yet she did so with the fluidity of a djinn.

“That fits my descrip-h-hey!” Chrys yelped as she was grabbed by the hand and tugged behind the bubbly air-headed robotic draconequus. “Let me go! Where are you taking me?!”

“To the cafe! I was told you needed a soundboard by Eris from the future, when I don’t know, because I don’t bother to track time. Time is relative to perception and I don’t bother to track dates unless they’re for important things. It’s for the best in my line of work as a Time Cop.” Gidget exposited and I shrugged along with Yola. At least let her try if it’ll possibly let my little flowerbud find happiness.