Nexus Effect

Ch.99

“What?” I asked the grim black-coated unicorn soldier at my front door, feeling my lavender skin turning whiter at what he told me. “R-repeat that please? I think I misheard you.”

“You did not, ma’am. You and Yola’Feell are needed back at work producing more of your incredible super-dreadnought children immediately. The enemy force is estimated to roughly possess a starting fleet of 150,000. That is roughly half the available local resources in the Milky Way from the local races and more than the local contingents of the Empire have on-hand. It will take too long to pull an impactful number of resources from Andromeda and the local resources are already devoted to war as it is. Your wondrous and brave children are needed.”

“...” I woke up facing the ceiling...oh, I think I fainted. [Yola? Was I just a victim of a cyber-attack?]

“Sis, get up, we...we have work to do.” Yola weakly said as she helped me to my feet and Martra had Paretia held by the shoulders with a sad expression while Paretia looked like she wanted to violently protest, but Martra’s tail at her mouth halted her.

“150,000 to start...to start…” I couldn’t even fathom it. If Hell launched that many ships in a blitzkrieg, no system could possibly survive. Considering Hell would just be sending their forces through portals and not give a damn about retaliation for the most part, that’s likely what they’ll do. It’s what I would do, if I was in their position of power and trying to wipe out them. “W-we’re j-just factories now…” I may enjoy it, I may love it, but my babies are going to war!

“If it’s any consolation ma’am, your Planters, your children, are all rightful citizens of the Empire and aren’t forced to join the effort if they don’t want to.” The unicorn stallion said with sadness, because of course the Empire cherishes children. This must hurt their sensibilities a lot.

“They wouldn’t turn a blind eye. They can’t, because they have the Spark in them.” Yola declared grimly yet with pride and I sniffled.

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“Graaaaaagh!” The wrathful scream of a divinely furious female shook the foundations of the sky-reaching and mountain-invading Canterlot moments before an impact force powerful enough to shatter the west wall of Canterlot Castle had flung a projectile across the valley and into the scarred face of the east-most mountain of the Smoky Mountain Range.

In the crater her body made, Urta winced and moved out of her little niche with a stagger and a loud crack of her neck, even though it was made of slime and thus had no bones to crack. “Well shit, sis. I knew you had a rampaging fury boiling under your soft exterior, but wow. It’s like looking in a sexy mirror.” Urta snorted to herself and looked down at the forest in the valley below parting in a violent thunderous path straight for her. “So all it takes for you to reach Hyper Lethal is to be absolutely pissed, huh? Good to know.”

Penny, just as naked as her sister due to the impact of her fist to her face causing a heat-explosion to boil their slime and destroy their clothes, leaped up over the ledge Urta was on with murder in her eyes and her beautiful mocha face twisted into a snarl. Urta grinned and appreciated how incredibly hot her sister was before she ate another knuckle sandwich that launched her deeper into the mountain.

“You two-faced, backstabbing-! It’s no fucking wonder why the Argentines stay autonomous!” Penny roared as she hammered away at Urta and the mountain, each punch had the strength to wreck the hulls of military ships and pulverize anything of lesser constitution. However, Urta was so dense and durable that if it weren’t for her innate magic and her Navel Pearl, she would’ve turned into a star or a black hole by this point, so she just weathered the righteous assault of her soul and blood adopted sibling.

Urta wasn’t sure how long it took Penny to run out of steam, but it was morning when she broke the news to Penny and now it seemed the sun was setting. The mountain was missing it’s top and Penny was panting and choking back sobs over her while soldiers had weapons trained on her. “You good now, sis?” Penny’s answer was to punch her one more time to embed Urta’s head in the stone of the ancient mountain that Canterlot had always overlooked.

“Ask me again if Nora and Yola can ever forgive you all for betraying them like this. They may have volunteered, but to treat them like assembly lines, their children as war machines even if you give them citizenship. You disgust me! Maybe eventually I could forgive you, but I won’t ever forget this.” Penny kicked Urta in the cunt and she screamed in agony as Penny stormed away, the two Doom Disciples moved aside to let her pass and she began the slow walk back towards Canterlot.

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“How are you today, Nora?” Admiral Nox asked me from where he sat at my main console with a mug of coffee. The old Skaven was the one assigned to ‘Shipyard Nora’ to oversee operations and ensure nobody interfered with me, while an Admiral Nostradomus was assigned to Yola. Her cants described him as a silly old griffin who was a joy to speak to. Me? I got a boring old ‘You are a holy vessel for the Goddess Wiatr and Urta’s gifts’ uptight ass who was religious to a point it stung.

“Just fine. The next Planter will be prepared for a crew by today’s end.” I replied blandly as I continued to construct my children. I’ve lost count. I haven’t been tracking the days. I quit after the first few months. The rest of the crew aboard me were nearly superfluous. Well, aside from that one time one of my ‘veins’ got clogged from being overworked and I felt like I was having a blood clot. They rerouted my Argent blood and fixed the blockage within minutes, thank Primus.

“Good work, I look forward to seeing the beautiful hull of another of your blessed children.” Admiral Nox waxed poetic as he leaned back and sipped his coffee. “I wish I were younger Nora, I would have gladly served upon the bridge of any of your wondrous creations.” He reverently ran a hand along my main console and I felt flustered. He may be an uptight and religious old coot, but he was a smooth-talker either way.

“Hm, why do you say such sweet things?” I huffed as I continued my work, my ocean of gray goo at work doing my bidding. I think I had construction time down to a few days per Planter rather than a week. I didn’t even need to focus entirely on it. The constant stream of resources dedicated to their construction was also quite handy in that regard.

“Because, by the will of Wiatr and Urta, you may just save us all and finally help put an end to Hell’s incursions in this universe once and for all.” The wrinkly old Skaven sipped his coffee some more as he watched my system readout spike a bit with physical frustration. “Ensign Kohm, increase the flow of the S-sector and D-sector.”

“Don’t you-mm~...” I forgot why I was upset just now. I feel so nice~. Aw yeah...gonna build a buff baby, but he’ll dance like a man, cause I’m a nice lady and I can shake-a my yams~! A tough-tootin baby he gonna punch-a yo buns, punch-a-punch all yo buns~!

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He warily took stock of his surroundings. His last memory was the blinding flash of the Spacebridge. He must not have made it to the other side, because if it cut off with him breaching either end of the trans-dimensional wormhole created by the portal, he wouldn’t be alive at all. Nobody knew what happened to things lost in the tunnel when it was closed down.

Guess he was going to find out.

The 1977 yellow Camaro in the driveway of what the sign on the front labeled as the Clan Feell residence silently disengaged it’s parking brake and slowly began to roll down the driveway, skirting around the boxy vehicle painted a gaudy silvery chrome. His scans read that it utilized an unknown propulsion method for flight. He didn’t possess the means to copy it?

Bumblebee mused on what this could mean. What society had technology beyond that of Cybertron? The world created from the mortal body of Primus himself?

“Oh no you don’t!” Bumblebee almost hit his breaks when he saw the six-legged orange and black striped creature wearing nothing but a loose top run in front of him with surprising speed and agility to stop him with her hands on his hood. “Whew. Nora would have my tail if you got hurt after she repaired you.” The female huffed in relief as she began pushing him back up the driveway with ease.

Someone repaired him? So he didn’t survive the journey unscathed, but if they repaired him, then they know he isn’t just some vehicle. Still, he didn’t know the disposition of these people, so he didn’t do anything when the female finished pushing him back to where he woke up and didn’t move at all when she opened his door and pushed on his manual parking brake.

“There and there.” She also pulled on his secondary hand brake. Now he didn’t have any excuse to just roll off. “You just rest up, Nora will...come back eventually.” She patted him and closed his door, leaving him wondering who this Nora was.

Oh well, his Spark was still a little weak and he oddly wasn’t starved of Energon, so he figured a little more sleep couldn’t hurt…

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Ahn~. Yes. C’mon. Out...you...come...oof! Ah~. Another successful birth. Okay, time to-. “Cease production Nora, you’re done.” Huh? I’m done? What?

“That can’t be right. How many have I produced?” I have to make enough to counter a fleet at a minimum of 150,000 right? I’m sure each of my Planters is worth several hundred of Hell’s ships, but even so-.

“You’ve produced a total of 500, including your initial lineup. Yola has matched you ship for ship. You’re done making new ones, now you’re job is shifting to updating older ships.” Nox informed me and I flushed angrily-. “Calm down or I’ll have the engineers increase your happy-chemicals again.”

“...Yes sir. What will I be converting?” I asked with thinly veiled hatred and he tapped the console. “Oh, right, the Reapers...they arrived? It’s been that long?” I asked with depression, knowing my job wasn’t done, because for the plan to succeed and Catalyst to end the Cycle, his original tools must be remade for true preservation of life, not the systematic culling of it.

“It’s actually only been six weeks since you started on this run.” Nox’s words baffled me. That many so fast?! Am I just so good at making them now I can pop them out nearly 7 a day?! I mean, I know I’ve been having multiples lately...how long ago was lately? “That said, since you’re just refitting existing ships, it’s almost expected you’ll handle up to 14 a day.” What?!

“S-sir...with all due respect, you overestimate-.”

“You underestimate yourself. You’re only getting faster, more efficient. If you didn’t need a life beyond this, you could spend the next century producing enough ships to arm both of our galaxies to the last standing yeoman’s ability to crew. That said, the first one is here.” Nox said moments before I gasped when something began to enter my vagina for the first time in what felt like ages.

“Oh, oh, oh~!” I convulsed, my planetoid metallic spherical space station of a body felt pleasure as something massive, equivalent in size to my Planters, pressed into me insistently, constantly, steadily. “Ahn~! Ah! Oh by Primus~!” I squealed as what must be a Reaper entered my womb.

“Hey, one at a time!” Nox yelled before another started to crawl into me. Then another and another. “Damned things don’t listen unless it’s a synth giving an order. Hopefully you take that speciesism out of them Nora.”

“Ahn~!” I screamed in orgasm as more and more and more filled me~! Yes! Fill me! I want all of you inside of me~!

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“You stand before me today, fully recognized graduates of the Ripatorium Program.” Berserker, as a female, intoned as she looked over the 9 exceptional individuals that spent the past year in the harshest of Doom Marine boot camps and stood easily among the most elite soldiers she and her siblings had ever trained. What stung was that apparently most of their training was handled by Celestia and Luna with her and her siblings retraining to get used to being Transformers.

“Each of you have, within the span of a year, achieved what not many Night Sentinels could reach: Hyper Lethal.” Berserker declared with a look at Penny Shepard. By gosh, if not for the mocha fur, she’s a dead-ringer for Urta. Especially since Urta decided to change her ears into giant fennec ears and get a mohawk like Penny. They were so oddly enticing.

From how Penny avoided making eye-contact, she was afraid that the vixen’s justified outburst and assault on Urta might have soured her relations with the Empire. Not that she could disagree with that stance, just that it was politics and iffy and ugh! “I would like to congratulate you and go forward with your next actions, but I’m afraid my job is just getting started. And Penny?”

“Y-yes?” Penny asked with her ears and tail perked attentively. Holy shit, she hits all the same buttons as Urta, only without the pretentiousness. Urta could do with some humble pie.

“Congratulations on sticking it to the Empire. Even if some stuffed-shirt bureaucrats decide to make working with them difficult, just come to us. We Argentines aren’t so obsessed with politics. You get shit done, you get recognition. Meritocracies can be harsh, but they’re rewarding to the strong-willed. If you want, you can join us, but that’s for later. Dismissed.”

Brennie left the main training area and the moment the door closed, she about staggered with her groin soaking her under armour. Holy shit was Shepard cute! Fuck, if Urta worked that aspect of herself more, she’d be even more worried about dealing with-.

“Hey.” Brennie jolted and looked up at the devil named Urta. Only, she was still in a hardsuit, no regalia, visibly relieved-.

“About damn fucking time you dropped the crown.” Brennie huffed, feeling a surprising amount of relief. Urta without hefty responsibilities was a much better Urta to be around.

“Come with us.” Urta urged and Brennie blinked in surprise.

“I’m sorry, what?” Brennie looked up at her wife and idly remembered she was shorter than Urta when female. This was another thing that made her worry about her weakness for the vixen. Looking up at someone instinctively made them either more imposing or feel safer and Urta did both in spades for her.

“I’m going with my sister and I would really like for you to be there as well. I’ve checked with Eris, it’s all good. Please? Vinnie’s going to end up with us at Nora’s beach mansion anyway and you two are so damn head-over-paws for each other it hurts.” Urta begged, her eyes practically shimmering with hope. Gah! The eyes! The eyes~! Not the eyes!

“Okay, I’ll come. Thank you.” Brennie sighed in relief, feeling better knowing she wouldn’t be stuck behind a desk for who knows how long.

“Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes~!” Urta squealed, grabbing Brennie around the arms and waist in a hug, twirling her around like a ragdoll before the door opened and Penny blinked at the sight. “Penny! I’m joining your crew! I-if that’s okay! Permission to come aboard with one of the sexiest bitches in the universe?!” Urta asked excitedly while setting Brennie down.

Oof...she hadn’t been flung around that hard since the last G-force test. “Uh...what?” Penny looked between them before it almost visibly ‘clicked’ and she gasped, her ears standing up straighter and her tail floofing up. “Sure! I mean, I thought, y’know...whatever. I need to get you to apologize to Nora and Yola anyway, so this works!”

“Oh, also, I’m not the Empress anymore, just FYI.” Urta added on and Brennie huffed with a nod.

“Wait...that’s...how? You’re an Empire.” Penny stressed as she approached and Brennie felt her core warm up. Shit. One of them was bad enough, but two? Okay, gotta distract from the two sexiest twins in the galaxy being in touching range, maybe be snarky?

“Don’t ask. Imperial politics are dumb. Let’s be glad it’s off her head and on some poor SOB’s head.” Brennie said with a dismissive wave.

“Hey, sis, can we share her~?” Urta purred and Brennie’s...pump? Whatever replaced her heart started pounding harder.

“Well, considering she’s been an incredible lay and kept me from going nuts, sure, but not now. I mean, we’ve still gotta get off of this floating rock.” Penny shrugged and began walking away, Urta joining her by her side and Brennie grunted as she watched two of the most perfect asses in the universe walk away with big fluffy fox tails waving above them. “So, ex-empress?”

“Yeah, it’s Lulu’s problem now.” They rounded a bend and Brennie leaned against a wall while biting her lip. Fuck~...how was she going to survive those two if just being in the same room made her drench her panties? Damn those towering amazonian war goddesses! They’ll drive her to drink!